The unparalleled talent of the country started from Harbin Institute of Technology

November 1993, deep in the desert and Gobi of the Somali Peninsula.

Pei Xiaojun and his group had already arrived here ahead of time.

Once I arrived, I realized just how unbearable it was.

The blazing sun overhead could bake a person dry. It was uncomfortable even when there was no wind, but when the wind came, it brought scorching heat waves, making it even more unbearable.

The worst part is that there's no way to avoid it, it's tough!
However difficult it may be, they must overcome it.

After more than half a month, the temporary camp was finally set up.

Meanwhile, the first batch of supplies and base construction personnel transferred from the port of Perbera had also arrived.

Next up will be the bustling construction of the base.

Most of the people who came here to build the base were workers from China.

Because domestic workers are paid low wages, and they are willing to come simply because they are poor.

Many people who come to the Somali peninsula don't know where they came from; they only know that they can earn high wages and that their job is to build houses.

The recruitment of workers was handled personally by Zheng Baoyin and Wang Jianchao, who managed to smooth things over with various parties and successfully recruit the right people.

Upon arriving in Hideb, they were stunned; no one had told them that the place was so terrible.

That's so pitiful!

Drinking water is restricted, and so is other domestic water use.

Difficult!

Planting trees? How can you plant trees in this godforsaken place?

Zheng Baoyin, who came to Xidebu with the main group, couldn't stand it at first either, but when he said he wanted to plant trees here, Pei Xiaojun and the others were stunned.

Why can't we plant trees?

Zheng Baoyin said with a smile:
"According to the plan, we are using Hideb as the center and spreading outwards in a grid of straw checkerboards to reduce the damage caused by sandstorms."

"The next step is to level the desert and then build solar power plants."

"At the same time, we will also explore groundwater resources. If the groundwater is drinkable, then we have no worries. If not, then we will build a desalination plant."

"Once the water supply is available, we will begin large-scale poultry and livestock farming."

"By following this cycle, we can quickly develop the entire Hidebau region. So, Pei Xiaojun, you all need to work hard. Don't think this is just a matter for researchers; it also has a lot to do with you."

"In the future, Hideb might just become one of the growth drivers for our entire group."

His words were truly from the bottom of his heart.

If Pei Xiaojun still can't understand, then he will forever remain a military officer.

Military officers are not bad, but to be honest, they are definitely not as good as civilian personnel.

Miami, USA, the base of the Anka mercenary group.

Bang!
Andy slammed his fist on the table in anger, his expression contorted with rage, and said:
"The Arctic Fox mercenary group has gone too far! How dare they openly break their cooperation with us? They caused us to lose 40% of our men. We swear we will not rest until we avenge this!"

Last month, in order to successfully acquire the Mirage 2000 fighter jet mentioned by Orlando, the Anka mercenary group cooperated with the Arctic Fox mercenary group to prepare to take over the vault of a major Latin American drug lord.

As a result, the Arctic Fox mercenary group disregarded all code of honor and arranged for someone to break into the vault beforehand, stealing a considerable amount of gold and other valuables.

These weren't the most infuriating things; what was truly infuriating was that they suddenly launched a counterattack at the entrance to the vault.

This resulted in heavy losses for the Anka mercenary group, who were caught off guard.

This is absolutely unforgivable.

Andy and his men finally escaped from Latin America back to Miami, but the mercenary group's numbers were once again reduced to just over seventy people.

More than forty people were injured or killed.

These people all need compensation; otherwise, the other members of the mercenary group will definitely feel disheartened.

Involving compensation means that a large amount of money will need to be spent.

How could Andy not be furious?
Cameron was also very angry when he heard this, but there was nothing he could do.

Just then, Cameron's phone rang.

"Cameron, my men have arrived at the Port of Miami. Where are yours? Let's find a place to meet and discuss this further."

Orlando's voice rang out, and Cameron immediately smiled.

"Okay, no problem, we..."

After agreeing on a meeting place, they arrived at their destination the next day and met to discuss the details.

After exchanging pleasantries, Orlando smiled and said:

"Your Anka mercenary group is truly impressive. I didn't expect you to actually succeed. Congratulations again."

"By the way, how much gold did you bring back this time?"

Cameron said:

"You have 230,000 ounces of gold. Are you really going to buy it all?"

"Of course, Cameron, you must trust our capabilities, but it certainly won't be based on the current market price, but rather on 90% of the market price."

This is standard practice; there's nothing we can do about it.

Cameron had no choice.

Andy, standing to the side, had a gloomy expression but did not say a word.

These days, Andy finds fault with everyone.

This time, Andy was tricked by the Arctic Fox mercenary group, resulting in so many deaths and injuries. He has been holding a grudge and can't get over it.

Unless the Anka mercenary group can completely wipe out the Arctic Fox mercenary group.

Orlando didn't care about Andy's attitude; he only cared about whether the gold transaction could be completed smoothly.

In the following days, they successfully completed the transaction at an airport.

Pay in one hand and deliver in one hand.

Cameron and his team got the Mirage 2000 fighter jet they had been longing for, and also received some US dollars in cash.

After all, 230,000 ounces of gold is no small sum.

The Mirage 2000 fighter jet was sold off cheaply in Orlando, since Want Want Group had no use for it anyway.

After the deal was completed, the Anka mercenary group began preparations. They needed to recruit more soldiers and find the Arctic Fox mercenary group to avenge their fallen brothers.

Meanwhile, in a small town far away in South America, the Arctic Fox mercenary group is temporarily hiding.

"Bertrand, what are our next steps?"

Karlheinz frowned and said:

"The Anka Mercenary Group has already posted missions on the dark web and other dark worlds. They will offer a reward of ten million US dollars to anyone who can find the whereabouts of our Arctic Fox Mercenary Group members."

In other words, they have become pariahs, the 'walking goldmines' of most outlaws in the underworld.

The Anka mercenary group offered ten million US dollars as a bounty, and that was just for their coordinates.

If it weren't for a blood feud, things wouldn't have come to this.

After all, ten million US dollars is no small sum.

However, the Anka mercenary group is not what it used to be.

Of course, the Arctic Fox mercenary group is the same.

"Let's keep a low profile for a while. Anyway, we have enough money now to live a carefree life for most of the year."

After a long silence, Bertrand said this.

They also lost nearly ten people, but the gold, US dollar cash, and other valuables they brought back this time totaled over three hundred million US dollars.

If it's divided equally, then each person could receive at least eight or nine million US dollars.

This is already a very large sum of money for them.

That's enough for them to squander for a long time.

Because many supercars nowadays are worth less than $100,000, and even limited edition supercars will not exceed $1 million at most.

Of course, the private jet business is only just beginning.

Bertrand and his fellow special forces soldiers, who enjoy the life of risking their lives in the military, would naturally not buy a private jet and become that kind of fool.

After all, they don't have such a business need.

The rise of private jets is due to the rapid advancement of jet technology and the wave of economic globalization, which has gradually turned the world into a global village.

With the increasing presence of multinational corporations on Earth, the private jet business has found fertile ground to flourish.

As for Bertrand and his ilk, they have no need for these so-called private jets.

Without the large expenditures on luxurious lifestyles such as private jets, limited-edition supercars, and top-tier yachts, and without gambling or drug addiction, eight or nine million US dollars would indeed be enough for Bertrand and his ilk to live on for a long time.

Karlheinz, Belises, Philipstone, and others nodded in agreement.

They planned to rest and recuperate for a while before quietly returning to Cyprus.

Nobody knew that their Arctic Fox mercenary group's headquarters were in Cyprus.

However, even if they were to return, they would certainly make sure that their base camp had not been exposed.

Should we still sell that gold now?

"Why don't you take action?"

Bertrand frowned and said:

"It would be a real problem if we took this gold back to Cyprus."

"We are in a very chaotic area right now. If we sell the gold here, we can deposit all the funds into a Swiss bank."

"Then we can travel light and return to Cyprus quietly."

No one had any objections to this.

However, one should still be cautious when selling gold to avoid giving others any leverage against them.

"I'll contact Orlando, who has a very good reputation in the industry. They've been buying gold for the past year or two."

Karl-Heinz suggested.

Everyone nodded, because they had indeed heard of Orlando.

A week later, at the port of Rio de Janeiro in South America, Bertrand and his group met Orlando and his companions.

"Karl, it's been a long time!"

Orlando gave Karlheinz a big hug, his voice deep and his smile hearty:

"You've struck it rich! You can actually sell so much gold? Not bad, not bad at all. It's a pity you didn't want to come here, otherwise you would definitely have had a better future."

Orlando really likes Karlheinz.

The two have been friends for many years. Even though they now work for different companies, they have collaborated a lot and have a good reputation in the industry.

That's why we meet here.

If it were someone else, they probably would have directly attacked Karlheinz.

"Hehe, I prefer freedom."

Karl-Heinz smiled slightly, skipped the pleasantries, and got straight to the point:
"Orlando, we've brought the gold over, and we can start the transaction now."

"No problem, you know our rules, right?"

"Know!"

Orlando and his friends use US dollars in cash to buy gold and other items around the world.

Only in this way can those huge sums of US dollars be 'sold'.

To Orlando and his friends, the Super Dollar wasn't counterfeit money, but real cash.

Anyway, the Federal Reserve hasn't been able to do anything to them for several years, so they've become even more unscrupulous.

Half a day later, the transaction was completed, and Bertrand and his men left the port with more than one hundred million US dollars in cash.

And after leaving, they couldn't wait to go to other cities and didn't stay in Rio de Janeiro for long.

It's not that they don't trust Orlando, but that they prefer to trust themselves.

Over a hundred million US dollars! Anyone would be incredibly tempted by that, right?
Unfortunately, they didn't know that the banknotes they took were super-value US dollars, which Orlando and his group wouldn't even consider worth a second glance.

Over the next two weeks, Bertrand and his team traveled to many cities in South America and deposited over $300 million into Swiss bank accounts.

After the incident was over, Bertrand and his companions had fully recovered from their injuries and returned home.

However, just as they were preparing to leave Rio de Janeiro port on a luxury cruise ship, they suddenly received news:
"You are being watched; we advise against taking a cruise."

The message came from Orlando, and their decision to take a luxury cruise was only made last night.

I just bought the ticket, I didn't expect it to be discovered so quickly?

Could there be a mole within their ranks?
Bertrand and his companions were startled, but quickly dismissed this suspicion.

After all, if the Anka mercenary group were to make a move, it would have been much earlier.

Now, everyone in their Arctic Fox mercenary group has recovered, although there are only twenty-six members, ten fewer than before.

However, their combat effectiveness did not decrease much.

Under such circumstances, how did the Anka mercenary group dare to do that?
Karl-Heinz made a quick decision and said:
"We went to the airport and bought tickets for the earliest flight, a direct flight to London."

"However, we all need to disguise ourselves and can no longer use our current identities."

Without hesitation, everyone agreed.

But not everyone went to London; there were other options.

For example, Frankfurt, or other major cities like New York.

However, just as they were about to head to the airport, Orlando suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Everyone, do you trust me?"

Bertrand, Philipp, Karlheinz, and others stared wide-eyed at Orlando.

After some communication, they quickly agreed.

The Arctic Fox mercenary group was all willing to go to Brasilia to hide.

Brasilia is a major city in South America with a diverse population, and if anything seems amiss, Bertrand and his team can easily venture into the Amazon rainforest.

Although the Amazon rainforest is hell for many people.

But for the Arctic Fox mercenary group, there was no need to worry too much about the outer edge of the forest.

While the twenty-six members of the Arctic Fox mercenary group were heading to Brasilia, the Anka mercenary group had already arrived in Rio de Janeiro fully armed.

Unfortunately, they came up empty-handed.

Orlando has announced several more missions with bounties exceeding ten million dollars through multiple channels in the underworld.

These missions are very tempting for assassins, mercenaries, and the like.

Meanwhile, to everyone's surprise, drug lord Florencia also offered a five million dollar reward for the capture of members of Anka's mercenary group.

The news spread throughout the entire dark world in an instant.

When Andy and Cameron learned what had happened, their expressions changed drastically.

"withdraw!!!"

Because they were very clear that Florencia's move was aimed at their Anka mercenary group.

Last month, drug kingpin Florencia was enraged when he lost a vault containing more than $600 million.

Despite losing this huge treasury, Florencia was back to square one overnight.

But his foundation was still there, so he quickly rallied, which led to this message today.

Many organizations in the underworld, upon seeing this message, would surely understand that the Anka mercenary group was undoubtedly the organization that robbed the large vault last month.

Furthermore, they have recently been recruiting, adding many new members.

But then they brazenly appeared in Rio de Janeiro.

Isn't this just sending yourself into the tiger's mouth?
In Brasilia, Karlheinz suddenly received a phone call:
"Karl, you can check the dark web for news. Heh, the Anka mercenary group has left Rio. Now they're just like you, homeless dogs."

Carlton frowned at first, but after logging onto the dark web, his eyes lit up.

Drug kingpin Florencia did them a huge favor.

However, they did not resolve the crisis, because even a fool could guess that the Arctic Fox mercenary group was probably related to the previous bank robbery.

Otherwise, the Anka mercenary group wouldn't have gone to such lengths to find them.

Now we can only wait and see if things calm down.

Washington, D.C., CIA headquarters building.

Baker Barnes frowned in his office.

He summoned Prometheus, the head of the intelligence department, and asked him:
"I want to know about the Latin American drug lord Florencia. His vast fortune is worth about six hundred million US dollars. As the head of the intelligence department, why don't you know about this?"

The CIA is facing a very difficult situation right now.

If some of the agents' expenses could be covered through fieldwork, then Baker Barnes would naturally agree.

The fact that a major drug lord's vault contained over six hundred million US dollars is unbelievable to many people.

Isn't the CIA supposed to be all-knowing about world affairs?
A private treasury of six hundred million dollars is no small matter.

Why didn't Prometheus, as the head of the intelligence department, know about this?

"Chief, we actually knew about this, but we didn't know that the vault contained over six hundred million US dollars worth of banknotes and gold."

Prometheus protested, feeling wronged. It was his subordinate's mistake, and he had little to do with it.

In fact, if it weren't for an accident, Want Want Group wouldn't have known about this hidden information.

The CIA would have even less chance of knowing.

They do have agents in Hinotga, and these agents are extremely greedy and want to take down the entire vault.

Unfortunately, they were not strong enough and were instead eliminated by the combined forces of the Anka Mercenary Group and the Arctic Fox Mercenary Group.

This is quite interesting.

Beckbarnes' brow furrowed even deeper:

"Alright, I don't care about that. From now on, you need to focus all your efforts on investigating the major drug lords in Mexico and other places. I need to know exactly how much money they have hidden in their hideouts."

"As you know, our intelligence agency isn't getting much funding approval from higher up right now, so we have to find a way to solve this problem ourselves."

The funding problem is extremely serious and has reached a point where there is no time to lose.

Every intelligence agent who goes out on a mission has a certain ability to earn money.

Because one of the courses in the training for special agents is about business thinking.

When agents are on missions abroad, they need to spend money to obtain intelligence. They can't rely entirely on funding from above, can they?
That definitely won't work.

Therefore, agents were allowed, within certain limits, to raise their own funds for intelligence gathering and survival.

Even so, the CIA still needs to pay a large sum of money every year, otherwise it would be impossible to maintain the operation of the intelligence system.

Over the past few years, the Federal Reserve has repeatedly exerted pressure, but the intelligence agencies have yet to resolve the super dollar case.

Furthermore, the recent Black Hawk Down incident has only exacerbated the already dire situation for the intelligence agency.

As the CIA director, Baker Barnes had been troubled by this issue.

No matter how much he tried to please George Herbert and the treasurer Vincent Carlos, it was all in vain.

Now, it's suddenly been revealed that drug lord Florentia's vault contains over 600 million US dollars worth of gold, US dollars, and cash.

So, his eyes lit up and he suddenly thought of a way to solve the problem of funding.

Prometheus was also a clever man; he instantly understood what the other party meant and excitedly accepted the order.

Just before he turned and left, Beckbarnes gave him a serious warning:
"Keep this confidential, and also make sure this matter doesn't escalate. Understand?"

"Understood, Director. I know what to do. Don't worry."

As the intelligence agency began its operation, the FBI also learned of the relevant intelligence.

There's something good to watch now.

The Gulf Group headquarters in Monterrey, Mexico.

Inside the Leva family villa, Hector Leva, a major drug lord, is discussing business expansion with his three sons.

"Guzman, how are your talks with those American farmers going?"

"Father, it's all settled. In the first half of next year, seven farms will cooperate with us to grow those poppies. The purchase price I've given them is slightly higher than the market price."

"Once the acquisition is complete, we'll manufacture the drugs locally and then distribute them nationwide."

They manufacture in the US and sell in the US; the Gulf Group is really something else.

Hector Leva gave a thumbs-up and praised his eldest son:

"Guzman, you're fantastic! Once this is done, our Gulf Group will become the largest company in Moscow."

"Our Leiva family will also have the opportunity to become like the Morgan family."

Gee!

Although it's broad daylight, isn't it a bit too early to have such a dream at this time?
However, the three Guzman brothers were very excited.

Because their current strategy is very sound, they can basically launch a large-scale operation.

There are many drug addicts across the United States today.

However, due to the border, it is difficult for them to transport drugs to the other side.

Therefore, they can only try to produce and sell their products domestically in the United States.

When the profits are substantial, American capitalists are indeed willing to provide convenience to the Gulf Group.

Therefore, once this is done, the Gulf Group will be able to save billions of dollars in expenses every year.

Against this backdrop, it's not impossible that their Gulf Group could even extend its reach to pharmaceutical manufacturing and become a publicly listed company in the United States.

After the discussion, Hector Leva sent his three sons to the United States to continue monitoring the matter.

Several eyes have already appeared near their Leiva family villa.

The intelligence agency has been keeping a close eye on the Gulf Group, so it naturally needs to confirm the details of the vault.

Mexico has three major drug lords, among which the Gulf Cartel is a particularly powerful force.

Although the three drug lords were closely connected and had many cooperative relationships.

But who could blame him when that bastard Hectoroleva had three decent sons?
The father-son relationship is the closest and most secure one, which naturally allows the Leiva family to take full advantage.

The Gulf Group has no shortage of successors, so young people who are looking out for their future are naturally more willing to become members of the Gulf Group.

Once the three Guzman brothers had arrived at the American farm, information about their family's treasury was immediately relayed to Prometheus, the head of the intelligence department at the intelligence agency headquarters.

"Good, good, good. Although it's only a little over 500 million US dollars, it's still a considerable sum. Let's do it!"

Upon learning that the Gulf Group had stored over $500 million worth of banknotes, gold, and other valuables in their headquarters vault, Promethean's eyes lit up.

Instead of reporting this to Beckbarnes, he went to the small Mexican town of Monterrey in person to oversee the battle.

Are you confident you can complete this mission?

Inside a manor house on the outskirts of Monterey, Prometheus looked at the more than three hundred special forces soldiers and agents before him with a serious expression and asked loudly.

"Have!"

The sounds weren't very complete, and the momentum was weak, which infuriated Prometheus.

After shouting for a while and offering incentives, the group finally shouted out with great momentum.

Prometheus then nodded in satisfaction.

The mission was to seize the Gulf Group's vault, and the operation was to begin under the cover of night.

The Gulf Group has more than two thousand employees, and even at night, there are more than a thousand people around the Gulf Group headquarters.

Therefore, just to be on the safe side, Prometheus dispatched three hundred special forces soldiers and agents, all of whom were battle-hardened warriors.

While we shouldn't underestimate these rabble-like drug lords, we also shouldn't take them too seriously.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have only arranged three hundred people.

Boom!

Around 3 a.m., while everyone was sound asleep, dark clouds filled the sky over the small town of Monterey, and a sudden storm arrived.

Three hundred special forces soldiers and agents worked together to quickly eliminate all of the Gulf Group's hidden and visible guards and stormed into the inner basement.

It's only two floors away from the vault.

Meanwhile, inside the Leiva family's mansion, Ectoroleva had already received the notification.

The headquarters building was attacked by an unidentified group.

"Fuck, quickly send reinforcements! Our vault must not be breached!"

Hector's expression changed drastically.

He suddenly thought of the fate of Florencia, the drug lord in Latin America.

The enemy's base was destroyed last month, and the bounty offered was only five million US dollars.

Even if Florencia is a stingy bastard, the five million dollar reward is undoubtedly a huge gap compared to the stolen treasury.

This also shows that Florentino, that scoundrel, converted most of his funds into cash instead of going through bank transfers.

The Gulf Group is different; they are located near the United States, making it easier and simpler for them to use banking channels.

But Hector Leva is also a rather cautious old fox.

He set up treasuries in many places.

Even beneath the luxurious villa of the Leiva family, more than one million US dollars worth of gold were buried.

These are the assets that enabled the Leiva family to rise again.

Hector Leva didn't know the saying "a cunning rabbit has three burrows," but he understood the principle.

"Okay, boss!"

The subordinates rushed to the Gulf Group to provide support.

Hectoreva's expression shifted between light and shadow, but he eventually picked up the phone and spoke to his eldest son, Guzman.

"Guzman, listen to this. Our Gulf Group is currently under attack by an unknown organization. They may be after money, or they may be trying to weaken our Gulf Group."

"But no matter what, if anything happens to me, you and your two younger brothers have to hold on."

While in a hotel in the United States, Guzman was instantly wide awake, his face filled with terror.

"Father, don't worry, let's think of another way. There must be other solutions. Besides, my brothers and I are all here in America, and our future is bright."

Guzman quickly advised:

"Father, we don't know how many people they have yet. Don't panic, we can call the police station and ask them to send in more troops."

The entire police department in Monterey has been infiltrated by the Gulf Cartel.

It can be said that the police station is a knife in the hands of the Gulf Group.

This is also why the Gulf Group only employs more than two thousand subordinates.

Otherwise, given the strength of the Gulf Group, it would certainly not have only these few subordinates.

Hector Leva shook his head and said:

"I can hear gunfire over there right now. They've started using artillery shells. I reckon that vault is doomed this time, and I might even end up in jail."

"Okay, I'll hang up now. I just wanted to let you know so you wouldn't be completely unaware."

After hanging up the phone, Hectoreva's eyes turned icy cold.

He immediately picked up his submachine gun and strode out.

At this point, the entire town of Monterey had completely 'awakened,' and a large number of people were heading to the Gulf Group headquarters.

Although the Gulf Group only has more than two thousand employees, these are just the formal employees; the informal employees are many more.

Everyone has now heard that the Gulf Group headquarters was attacked, which means that the vault may be lost.

Therefore, many people flocked to the headquarters of the Gulf Group to provide support and strive for an opportunity to join the Gulf Group.

There are many people who are fearless and unafraid of death.

After all, these people are not afraid of poverty, so naturally they are not afraid of death.

The team guarding the perimeter of the Gulf Group headquarters felt a chill run down their spines as they watched more and more people gather in the nearby streets.

Prometheus, observing this scene from the sky via a helicopter, was equally astonished.

"Hurry up! The Gulf Group has already reacted. If you're slow, you might really be surrounded and wiped out."

"If you get surrounded and killed, I won't be responsible for you."

As the head of the CIA's intelligence department, Prometheus was quite knowledgeable.

But to his utter surprise, the bastards from the Gulf Group were so difficult to deal with, which truly astonished him.

However, given the current situation, we can only try to extricate ourselves quickly and cannot delay any longer.

"We've broken into the vault and are moving the gold out. Boss, I think there's probably more than a million ounces of gold here."

The person in charge spoke in a low voice, which was transmitted to Prometheus's ears through the microphone.

"Okay, faster! We must empty their vault."

Prometheus trembled violently and said excitedly.

A drug lord is a drug lord; there is absolutely no sense of security in them. That's why they have so many vaults where they store gold, US dollars, and other valuables.

For drug lords, keeping money in a bank is far too dangerous; they wouldn't dare take such a risk.

Since the Gulf Group's vaults hold more than a million ounces of gold, Prometheus would definitely want to empty them.

Otherwise, he would have failed this operation.

Boom!

A fierce firefight broke out between the two sides outside the Gulf Group headquarters.

The intelligence agency's personnel are all top-notch special forces soldiers and agents, and their equipment is also very sophisticated.

But now, they are completely surrounded.

More than two thousand Gulf Group employees surrounded the entire headquarters.

There's a saying: "Under the cover of fire, all beings are equal."

Even though the special forces on the intelligence agency's side are very capable, the Gulf Cartel has too many bullets.

For a time, they were suppressed and unable to rise to prominence.

To break through this predicament, we must find a way.

Rocket launchers, grenades, and other weapons were used in turn.

Helicopters in the sky are also providing fire support.

However, just like in the Somali peninsula and in the operation to capture Aidid, the intelligence agency's special forces also encountered trouble.

Soon, even though the intelligence agency wanted to break out, many of them were still left behind.

As the number of casualties surged, Prometheus, having grasped the situation, dared not delay and hurriedly sent reinforcements.

"That's millions of ounces of gold! No matter what, I have to bring it back!"

Prometheus muttered to himself, his eyes filled with greed and anticipation.

Through the footage transmitted from the observation helicopter, he could clearly see the Gulf Group employees lying in pools of blood.

The firefight between the two sides has lasted for more than two hours, and the number of casualties is certainly over three hundred.

However, in Prometheus's eyes, the people of the Gulf Group were nothing but social scum.

Because the employees of the Gulf Cartel are drug lords, a bunch of trash who deserve to go to hell.

Therefore, he felt no pity for the deaths of these people; on the contrary, he felt great pleasure.

"Kill them! They're all just pretty faces, kill them all!"

Hectoreva got a good look at the group that had robbed their vault; they were well-equipped, but there weren't many of them.

So he was relieved and was determined to keep this group of people at the Gulf Group headquarters today.

"Protect our money, protect our homes, kill!"

The Gulf Group employees were greatly encouraged by Ectoroleva's encouragement.

Upon witnessing this, Prometheus immediately contacted his subordinates to see if they could take down the drug lord.

Prometheus had already reviewed intelligence on the drug lord Hectoreva long before.

People like that should go to hell.

"Yes, Boss, as you wish!"

Upon receiving the order, the special forces immediately dispatched sharpshooters with sniper rifles to aim and lock onto Hectoreva.

Perhaps it was a sixth sense, but Hectoreva's heart was pounding, and he immediately hid.

The fact that he has lived to his current age and is still doing well is naturally due to his ability to anticipate danger.

Otherwise, he would have been shot dead long ago.

However, while Hectoreva went into hiding, the intelligence agency's special forces were able to receive reinforcements.

After reinforcements arrived, the fighting between the two sides intensified.

This was because the intelligence agency had already emptied the entire vault of their Gulf Group, filling several Humvees and armored vehicles with money.

Under the cover of Humvees and other vehicles, and with the firepower support of reinforcements, the intelligence agency's special forces began to retreat.

Today's robbery has finally come to a close, with a glimmer of hope for victory.

When Ectoroleva saw this, his face was filled with resentment and ferocity.

That's over eight hundred million US dollars, and now it's all been moved out.

Who on earth is this person who wants to rob the Gulf Group?
It seems that most mercenary groups don't have more than 500 elite troops.

Could this be a newly formed mercenary group?

Or is it a joint operation by multiple mercenary groups?
Regardless, Hectoreva could only watch helplessly as others took the money away; there was nothing they could do.

Soon, Prometheus and his group successfully left the Gulf Group headquarters and were about to leave the small town of Monterey.

Once they leave the city, the next battlefield will be the main battlefield for these special forces soldiers.

In the small town of Monterey, the special forces soldiers were unable to maneuver their weapons effectively; many of their powerful weapons were simply immobile.

"Forget it, stop chasing!"

Hector Leva, his face filled with resentment, watched more and more Gulf Group employees fall in pools of blood, his heart aching. He could only give the order for everyone to come back.

A fearless spirit is commendable, but if it's just about throwing your life away, then forget about it.

"Let's go back!" Prometheus was in high spirits, waved his hand, and returned laden with the spoils of victory. (End of Chapter)