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

Early August 1994, Gibion ​​Base, South Africa.

"Hello, this is Orlando."

"Hello, Mr. Stewart, I am Raven Cruz. I have a batch of gold that I want to sell. I've heard from people in the underworld that you are very interested in buying gold. Do you need it?"

In the open space, Orlando Stewart, holding his phone, had his brows furrowed tightly as his mind raced.

He racked his brains but couldn't figure out who Raven Cruz was.

When did such a figure emerge in the dark world?
How much gold do you have?

"150,000 ounces!"

"Wow, that's quite a lot. I hope we can trade at Port Elizabeth in South Africa. You can decide the timing. By the way, you should know my rules, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Stewart, I am perfectly aware of that we are willing to take US dollars in cash."

Raven Cruz went to great lengths to get in touch with the counterfeit money ring.

"Great, then you can set a time, and you can contact me then."

"Two nights later, near the Pier 18 warehouse in Port Elizabeth."

"No problem, see you there!"

In a suburban house in Cape Town, Raven Cruz hung up the phone, smiled at everyone, and said:

"The time and location for the collaboration have been finalized. Whether it will be successful this time depends entirely on what happens in two days."

"Everyone, be on guard. We only need to send ten people. The rest of you, stay hidden and make sure you are not discovered."

"Orlando is a very suspicious person. They have a lot of advanced equipment, such as drones and thermal imaging devices, so you all need to stay away."

"Once the deal is finalized, we'll withdraw immediately and avoid further communication with the other party."

"I'll play it by ear and see if I can build a relationship with them."

It's a counterfeit money ring!!!
They are undoubtedly a formidable force. The Federal Reserve is so powerful, and even with the combined efforts of the CIA and FBI, they are still powerless against them.

In fact, logically speaking, if Raven Cruz could have thought of this, the intelligence agency and the investigation agency should have been able to find Orlando.

Either Orlando is incredibly powerful, or the intelligence and investigation departments are just too stupid.

Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense no matter what.

Two days later, Raven Cruz and his men arrived near the port of Elizabeth with 150,000 ounces of gold.

South Africa has several port cities, such as Cape Town, Port Elizabeth, Durban, and Maputo.

Port Elizabeth, among them, is a relatively unimportant port city, and its status is somewhat awkward.

After all, Cape Town and Maputo are both capital cities, so their status is more important.

Not long after Lauwen and his team arrived, Orlando and his men arrived at the scene.

"Lao Wen? Hello, hello."

Orlando was extremely cautious about the deal that came to him unsolicited, and he also used drones and other equipment to ascertain the situation of Lauvin and his group.

They actually knew to divide the people into two groups, but unfortunately there were only twenty-nine people in total.

If Orlando really decides to take action, then Ravin and his group will definitely die without a burial place.

However, Orlando has no such intention, nor is there any need for it.

In the business world, reputation is still very important.

After a few simple pleasantries, Lauvin and Orlando got down to business.

The transaction has officially begun.

150,000 ounces of gold is no problem, nor is 60 million US dollars in cash.

Anyway, Lauwen and his team brought an extremely advanced banknote detector, but they still couldn't detect the existence of counterfeit money.

I really don't know how they managed to make counterfeit money that's 90% new.

At this moment, Lauvin's gaze toward Orlando was somewhat complicated.

"Mr. Stewart, if we have gold in the future, we should be able to contact you again, right?"

"Of course! I'd love to have you there. Give me a call anytime!"

"This is the price, can you go up a bit?"

"Hehe, the prices are about the same, we need to make a little profit too, right?"

The transaction went fairly smoothly, and Raven Cruz and his team turned and disappeared into the twilight.

After leaving, Lauvin Cruz and his men quickly began dividing the spoils, and Lauvin also prepared to form a mercenary group to carry out this project.

Making money is the most important thing; everything else is secondary.

"How about we set up our headquarters in Maputo?"

Sokel couldn't help but offer his suggestion.

The twenty-eight mercenaries who participated in this operation were all formerly members of the Anka Mercenary Group, but now they are preparing to leave and join a new mercenary group under Raven Cruz.

“It’s fine to keep our base here in South Africa, but that would mean we’d have to travel all over the place. I suggest we use half of this funding to build a safe house in Bangkok or somewhere else.”

Gavin began to speak.

They are a mercenary group, not assassins, so there is absolutely no need for them to set up a safe house.

However, Gavin's statement makes some sense, and Raven Cruz strongly agrees with it.

It's actually quite simple: everyone only has one life. If something really happens, having a safe house can indeed help in an emergency and prevent a tragedy.

Of course, no one wants to activate a safe house if possible.

A few days later, Lauvin and his men established an organization called the Mammoth Mercenary Group, with their headquarters in Maputo.

They were established quietly, without taking on any tasks, and instead went to several chaotic gold mines around the world to trade gold.

This time, they plan to go to Moscow to see if they can find gold.

Because they also knew that there was still some chaos in Moscow, and their idea was to profit from the chaos.

After all, such a risk-free and highly profitable venture is simply irresistible.

The dollars they earned from the deal with Orlando could be spent freely, and they wouldn't save them all; instead, they would use them to buy other things.

For example, houses, cars, airplanes, etc.

For example, this time, if they want to conduct transactions in Moscow, they must establish transportation channels.

Therefore, money was needed in all aspects, and equipment needed to be brought into Moscow territory, which naturally required dealing with local bullies.

Of course, although the Mammoth Mercenary Group only had twenty-nine members, none of them were ordinary people.

These people can easily contact local forces in many parts of the world.

So they set off directly for Moscow, arriving in mid-August.

Meanwhile, the International Congress of Mathematicians was about to begin.

Zurich, Kloten Airport.

A private jet carrying many of the world's top mathematicians departed from Harbin and flew directly to Zurich.

They have now arrived at the airport safely, and near the exit, many reporters have already set up their cameras and microphones, ready to interview these mathematicians who have traveled from afar.

Wang Duoyu was the first to get off the plane, followed by Qiu Chengtong and others.

Of course, Yuan Zuliang and his men had already come out and were on guard around the area.

As soon as Wang Duoyu appeared, reporters pressed the shutter buttons on their cameras, and flashes went off everywhere. The scene was so brightly lit that it was unlike anything they had ever seen before.

If someone didn't know better, they might think Wang Duoyu was an international superstar, attracting so many reporters at once.

From the San Francisco Chronicle, which had always been at odds with Wang Duoyu, to the Wall Street Journal, and then to The Times, People's Daily, Xinhua News Agency, and others.

Basically, all the major and well-known media outlets from around the world are featured here.

To be fair, Wang Duoyu's plan to shed his skin like a cicada has seemingly been perfectly executed in its first step.

In order to keep the reporters in suspense, Wang Duoyu did not simply smile and leave as he usually did.

Instead, he stopped and answered three questions.

However, of the three questions raised by these reporters, only Xinhua News Agency's question was very simple; the other two foreign media outlets asked very tricky questions.

"I am honored to be invited to this conference, and I am delighted to be able to set foot on the European continent again after eleven years."

It's just official jargon and platitudes, which Wang Duoyu uses effortlessly.

So he doesn't care how difficult the questions are; he can easily resolve them.

Yau Shing-Tung, John Milnor, William Thurston, and others followed behind Wang Duoyu, finding his confident and composed expression quite amusing.

Wang Duoyu easily overcame the airport welcoming step.

The car departed from the airport and slowly drove towards Zurich's most luxurious five-star hotel.

This International Congress of Mathematicians will be held at ETH Zurich.

According to the intelligence Wang Duoyu has obtained, the number of mathematics researchers attending this conference has exceeded five thousand.

Before June, the number of confirmed attendees was only slightly over two thousand.

In less than two months, the number of people increased by more than 3,000.

This also shows the appeal of Wang Duoyu, the "Emperor of Mathematics".

In the hotel room, Wang Duoyu met Zheng Baoyin and Wang Jianchao.

How many international mercenary groups have arrived now?

Zheng Baoyin and his companion exchanged a glance, and Wang Jianchao then gave the report:
"Uncle Jiu, as of now, we have confirmed that a total of seven mercenary groups have arrived."

"The number of mercenaries has exceeded one thousand, but we just received news that the FBI seems to be investigating why these mercenaries came to Zurich. I'm a little worried."

Wang Duoyu was not surprised when he heard this.

The FBI's quick response and investigation are consistent with their usual operational strategy.

But the CIA seemed to be making no move, which puzzled Wang Duoyu.

Is the intelligence agency up to something behind the scenes?

At this point in time, it probably won't be that easy, will it?
"Baoyin, Jianchao, you two need to hurry. Make sure more than ten mercenary teams arrive in Zurich. At the same time, they must be able to withstand the probing and investigations from the Investigation Bureau and the Intelligence Bureau. They must keep quiet and behave themselves."

After a pause, Wang Duoyu continued:

"These next few days aren't that important; the closing ceremony of the conference is the crucial day."

"You must ensure that everyone is kept in check, especially the intelligence agency, the investigation agency, the KGB, MI6, and other similar organizations."

While Wang Duoyu was making arrangements, on the other side of Zurich, at the KGB's temporary headquarters...

Yevkasky, the current KGB chief in Switzerland, looked at the intelligence information before him and sneered:
"This is getting more and more interesting. So many international mercenary groups have come?"

As far as he knows, the most well-known mercenary groups in the world, such as the famous Arctic Fox Mercenary Group, as well as the White Dolphin Mercenary Group, the Eye of Solon, and the Black Bear Company, have all appeared in Zurich.

Most importantly, these mercenary groups infiltrated Zurich secretly under false identities.

Yevkasky would never have believed they weren't there on a mission.

Some time ago, Yevkasky's subordinates encountered CIA agents in Zurich.

Subsequent investigations revealed that the CIA was actually up to something, likely targeting the International Congress of Mathematicians.

Because the biggest news in Zurich recently has been this conference.

The most influential figure at this conference was Wang Duoyu, the "Emperor of Mathematics".

Yevkasky knew Wang Duoyu very well because before coming to Zurich to take charge, he had been working in the intelligence department of the Moscow headquarters and had access to a lot of intelligence from the Far East.

The information about Wang Duoyu alone exceeded the capacity of two large boxes.

A large box contained a large amount of related documents and information.

But Wang Duoyu alone occupied two large boxes, which shows just how awesome he is.

It's important to know that many influential figures internationally only have half a box or a few folders of intelligence information.

Therefore, Yevkasky understood very well how formidable Wang Duoyu was.

"This man hasn't left the Far East for eleven years, yet he suddenly came to Zurich this time; there must be more to it than meets the eye."

After a moment's thought, Yevkasky began to make arrangements, preparing to have someone from the Moscow headquarters come over to help, to make sure that Wang Duoyu came to Zurich.

If possible, the KGB would also like a piece of the pie.

As a result, KGB agents in Zurich were activated.

Suddenly, the streets of Zurich were filled with many more foreigners.

Perhaps to people from the East, Anglo-Saxons, Germans, Slavs, Celts, etc., all seem to look the same.

Actually, that's not the case for the white people on the European continent.

They are still easy to distinguish.

Just like people from a certain large country in the Far East can easily distinguish between Japanese, Vietnamese monkeys, Thais, etc.

The principles are the same.

However, whether they are KGB agents, mercenaries, or FBI agents, they will disguise themselves to prevent others from easily discovering their true identities.

Kloten Airport is extremely busy in the period surrounding the start of the International Congress of Mathematicians.

The number of flights and tourists received each day exceeded that of previous months.

The mayor of Zurich quickly received intelligence information from airport authorities.

The mayor then ordered the Zurich police department to ensure the conference concluded perfectly and to prevent any problems from arising during the event.

As time went by, researchers and leading figures from the mathematics community around the world gathered at ETH Zurich.

The opening ceremony of the conference is about to begin.

The auditorium was packed with people.

Wang Duoyu and others sat in the front row, along with the presidium of this conference, as well as top mathematicians such as William Thurston and Shing-Tung Yau, who were all seated in the middle of the first row.

All the other seats in the back were full, and there were also many people squatting in the aisle.

A significant number of people were even sitting on small stools or low benches.

Everyone is really looking forward to this conference.

The opening ceremony is about to begin, and speeches will be delivered by various parties.

However, what everyone is most looking forward to is Wang Duoyu's report meeting.

Since Wang Duoyu made a high-profile announcement in June that he would participate in this conference, almost all the mathematics professors who received the news were eager to know whether he would report on the proof of the Riemann Hypothesis.

Previously, Wang Duoyu had already published two papers proving the Riemann Hypothesis, and everyone knows that he was probably keeping his true abilities hidden.

So in this situation, everyone wants to know 'how he performs'?
After the opening ceremony, Wang Duoyu's lecture was held in the afternoon. Other mathematicians who were invited to give lectures also went to other auditoriums to prepare.

However, Wang Duoyu gave a lecture in the largest auditorium at ETH Zurich.

Just like in the morning, it was full.

Even the passageways were full of people.

I really don't know where all these people came from.

Are they really that studious?

Can they really understand the proof paper for the Riemann Hypothesis?

To everyone's disappointment, Wang Duoyu indeed reported the two previous proof papers in a very 'proper' manner, without revealing any further information.

Rong Guangxia, Li Jun, and Li Jianshu did not attend the conference in person, but they watched the live broadcast on television from the Harbin Institute of Technology campus.

Yes, live!
In order to put a bad word to those people in the FBI and CIA, Wang Duoyu planned to keep himself in the spotlight during his time in Zurich.

Amidst the barrage of reporters' cameras and microphones, he simply refused to believe that the people from those two organizations would act recklessly.
The conference continued, while on the other side, our people had received information that they could sit down and chat with the old MiGrumman company.

It seems that Lao Mi is not planning to involve Wang Duoyu in this exchange.

They were very wary of Wang Duoyu, fearing that the Grumman experts might accidentally have a lot of technical data stolen by him.

Or perhaps it will inspire Wang Duoyu.

Inside the CIA's Zurich office building.

Prometheus stared at the intelligence report in his hand, his face extremely grim.

The intelligence had just arrived in his hands; it was transmitted from headquarters in Washington, but its source was a major power in the Far East.

This intelligence confirms that Wang Duoyu is actually the chief designer and technical head of the Longxiao stealth fighter jet project.

This identity is truly unbelievable.

"Do you think this Dragon Roar stealth fighter can really break through Mach 5 in speed?"

After a moment, Prometheus asked in a deep voice. There were three people in the office: Burton Byron, the head of the intelligence agency in Zurich; Adams, Prometheus's trusted subordinate; and Neil Randolph, a CIA agent.

The three of them were not surprised to hear Prometheus's question.

Neil Randolph could still laugh:
"Prometheus, if I remember correctly, NASA previously transmitted some intelligence information that unidentified flying objects traveling at speeds far exceeding Mach 5 were observed over a major country in the Far East and Moscow."

"We conducted intelligence analysis at the time, and it was a missile test!"

"Although everyone thought this conclusion was absurd, the previous director was in a hurry to retire and had no intention of investigating the matter further."

"Now that we're bringing this up again, what, you don't believe this thing is the kind of aircraft that a certain major power in the Far East could develop?"

These words silenced the office even more, and everyone's expressions were very serious, their brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Why?

Because the industrial capabilities of a certain large country in the Far East are actually very poor.

Whether it's Prometheus, Burton Byron, or Adams, everyone agrees on one point: even if we directly gave all the technical data of the B-2 bomber to a certain major power in the Far East, they still wouldn't be able to produce this aircraft within twenty years.

Behind this viewpoint lies a harsh truth: the industrial strength of a certain major country in the Far East is extremely poor, and its financial strength, talent reserves, and other aspects lag behind those of the European and American world.

Although this major country has implemented reform and opening up, in the eyes of Europe and the United States, it is impossible for a certain major country in the Far East to catch up with Europe and the United States in less than half a century, or even a century.

However, based on the intelligence information in Prometheus's hands, it can now be accurately determined that the scientific research capabilities, talent pool, and financial resources of a certain major power in the Far East are beyond their imagination.

"I know about the Dragon Roar stealth fighter, but how exactly did they do it?"

Adams frowned and said, puzzled.

“I’d like to know too,” Neil Randolph chuckled.
"Actually, we all know very well that Wang Duoyu is extremely intelligent. He may be one of the most intelligent people in human history, perhaps even smarter than scientists like Einstein and Edison."

"I roughly guess that Wang Duoyu solved the technology of the Longxiao stealth fighter, but I can't understand their industrial strength and financial resources. How did they manage to do it?"

"Perhaps we should start from this point and investigate the situation thoroughly."

If Wang Duoyu knew about Neil Randolph's analysis, he would definitely have that bastard humanely destroyed immediately.

After all, this involves the deepest secrets of the Want Want Group.

Once this secret is revealed, the Want Want Group will suffer heavy losses.

Over the years, and even from the very beginning, Wang Duoyu has insisted on keeping the Want Want Group deeply hidden.

It even created a false impression for American capital giants such as the Morgan Group and the Rockefeller family: that companies like Facebook are backed by two European financial families.

Just like the five Rothschild brothers of the Rothschild family in the past, they gradually developed from nothing.

Two major conglomerates from Europe gradually developed their businesses step by step in a very short period of time.

Wang Duoyu believed that after he had put so many layers of 'disguise' on Want Want Group, those investors would no longer investigate these white gloves and black gloves in depth.

Therefore, Want Want Group can rest easy and has no need to worry too much.

The emergence of the Longxiao stealth fighter jet was made possible by the most important financial support provided by Want Want Group and the most crucial technical support provided by Wang Duoyu himself.

Therefore, no individual or force is allowed to investigate this matter.

"no problem!"

Prometheus made a quick decision and said:
"I'll send your analysis back to headquarters immediately and have them arrange for an investigation!"

"Neil, I expect you to take charge of this matter. You must investigate this thoroughly."

"Byron, the conference is in progress right now. You must have your men keep a close eye on Wang Duoyu. He must come back to America with us. If necessary, kill him!"

Burton Byron, Neil Randolph, Adams, and others responded in unison.

The intelligence agencies were busy with their own agendas, and the FBI was doing the same.

Meanwhile, the Arctic Fox mercenary group had also gathered in Zurich, eager to deal with the first wave of attacks and then prepare to retreat.

They had already planned their escape route, and their most realistic thought right now was to successfully complete the mission and safely receive their reward.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and Belisace and his men, who had gone out to scout, returned.

"Bertrand, the situation is extremely bad!!!"

Upon hearing Belisace's words, everyone's expression changed drastically.

Because this matter might really cause a lot of trouble.

After Belisace finished recounting all the information, Bertrand and the others' expressions instantly became extremely solemn.

"You mean you encountered more than ten mercenary groups? And they were all near ETH Zurich?"

"Ok!"

Belisace nodded, his expression extremely unpleasant:
"Not only that, I also saw my old rivals from the KGB, MI6, and the intelligence agency; they're all here."

"The seriousness of this matter may have far exceeded our imagination."

In short, this situation is extremely dangerous for us, and we must carefully consider our evacuation route.

No one in the Arctic Fox mercenary group had a smile on their face.

Zurich, a city that is neither particularly famous nor particularly chaotic, has surprisingly seen the emergence of so many powerful forces.

The more intertwined and powerful forces are in a place, the more likely unexpected events are to occur.

Moscow.

In early August, Raven Cruz, Gavin, George, Salk, and others arrived here safely.

"Gentlemen, our next plan to make a fortune depends on our intelligence gathering."

Lauvin Cruz said with a smile.

His explanation was simple: first gather intelligence, then develop a targeted plan, and only then take action.

Over the next week, George and his team went out in disguise and successfully gathered a lot of information.

So at the rendezvous point, they gathered the intelligence information and then analyzed which one was their target for this trip.

"There's a gold mine in western Moscow. An old friend of mine spent six months scouting it out, and according to his analysis, the mine currently holds at least 260,000 ounces of gold."

Salk's face showed a hint of excitement:
"I also went undercover in this gold mine, and the situation was almost exactly as my friend described."

"Therefore, I believe we can head to that gold mine and carry out this mission."

Salk was already very pleased that they had "gotten" $150,000 worth of gold for free in Papua New Guinea last time.

This fueled his greed.

So after arriving in Moscow, he focused on this aspect when gathering intelligence, because he wanted to replicate his previous experience.

Perhaps this time, they can make a fortune.

Raven Cruz didn't say anything, but George and Gavin nodded very happily.

However, another member, Devon Johnson, shook his head in a deep voice and said:

"No, if we're going to this gold mine, we need to investigate thoroughly. I don't want to take any risks."

"Most importantly, we cannot take chances; otherwise, we could easily run into trouble."

"Gentlemen, we must understand that if something goes wrong, we will have no reinforcements. I don't want to die here for this money."

There is an old Chinese saying: "People die for wealth, birds die for food."

Devon Johnson must be very concerned about his life, after all, he already has a lot of money, although he is not yet financially free, but it makes him cautious.

After all, the most tragic thing is when someone dies before they've spent all their money.

“Yes, I agree with Devon,” Domenick chimed in.
"I find it hard to believe such a coincidence—260,000 ounces of gold? It's just too much of a coincidence, isn't it?"

Salk's expression changed drastically:
"Fuck, Domenick, what do you mean? Are you saying I'm trying to get the brothers killed?"

It's not uncommon for mercenary groups to draw their guns at the slightest disagreement.

Their relationship was based more on money than anything else.

When we disagree, it doesn't matter if we drank together the night before, I'll still mess with you.

"Salk, don't be impulsive!"

"Stop him," Raven Cruz said in a deep voice, then glanced at the crowd.
"We came out here to make money, not to die."

“You all have your own considerations. Some cherish their lives, some are greedy for money. These are all normal aspects of life.”

"However, I would like to say that the gold mine that Salk has proposed this time may be an opportunity, but it is more likely to be a trap."

"But I don't care about all that. I just want to know if those 260,000 ounces of gold are real, and how many people are guarding them?"

"Salk, George, Gavin, and Johnson, listen up. For the next two weeks, we will dedicate ourselves to investigating this gold mine and, while ensuring our safety, find out where the gold is."

Everyone nodded repeatedly, indicating that they understood.

Now that the matter has been resolved, the rest becomes incredibly simple.

As the Mammoth Mercenaries began their operation, inside the gold mine, Salk's so-called old friend, Randysovka, sneered repeatedly.

The Mammoth Mercenary Group was formed secretly.

However, Landisovka was well aware that Salk had joined the Anka mercenary group.

Salk still thinks that no one knows about the bad things he did five years ago.

Randysovka would never let this opportunity slip by; he had to keep Salk.

"However, to make the act more realistic, I really need to keep several thousand ounces of gold; otherwise, they won't fall for it."

"Let them come, then the real show will begin!"

A few days later, Devon Johnson and his team arrived at the gold mine and saw the gold that made their mouths water.

Inside the gold mine warehouse, there was a large amount of gold, 260,000 ounces of gold, absolutely no problem.

"Salk is quite capable; he really did manage to find so much gold."

Upon hearing George's words, Devon Johnson simply gave an awkward laugh.

However, at that moment, gunshots suddenly rang out from the other side of the gold mine.

Randysovka has already begun to close the gates and unleash the dogs; a large number of agents have arrived at the gold mine site. This time, Salk and his mercenaries will definitely not be able to escape alive.

"kill!"

Devon Johnson and his colleagues' expressions changed drastically.

Raven Cruz's face instantly darkened. He hid behind cover and began to plan the retreat.

At this point, forget about gold; escaping is the priority.

However, Salk was incredibly greedy and disagreed with Raven Cruz's retreat plan. He joined forces with several others to try and take the gold with them.

"Fuck you, you idiot!"

Seeing that Salk and the others were blinded by greed, Raven Cruz's expression changed drastically.

"Forget about them, let's get out of here!"

At this point, brotherhood is out of the question. Salk and the others have been consumed by greed, so let them stay here.

Anyway, it was Salk and his group who disobeyed orders first.

Devon Johnson and his team began their orderly evacuation.

But at the gold mine, Landisovka's agents were firing fiercely.

In all wars, under the cover of fire, all beings are equal.

Whether they are special forces soldiers or other elite soldiers, they all have to perish in the Northwest when faced with overwhelming firepower.

Boom!

Suddenly, at that moment, a cannon shot rang out, and everyone was taken aback.

His expression then changed drastically.

Everyone dispersed and evacuated without prior arrangement, avoiding gathering together.

Salk and the others also changed color, but faced with the gold that was within their grasp, they hesitated.

"Take advantage of the chaos and fleece the gold!"

Gritting their teeth, Salk and his team were still unwilling to give up the gold.

Unfortunately, what they called "taking advantage of the chaos" is actually no longer so chaotic.

Inside the gold mine, Devon, Cruz, and the others had already quickly left, evacuating with the miners.

Randysovka ignored Cruz and his group, and instead kept a close eye on Salk.

Minutes later, Salk was surrounded by hundreds of agents inside a building.

They had already abandoned the carriages laden with gold; this time, they had no chance of escape.

Having escaped, Raven Cruz and his companions glanced back at the gold mine before quickly disappearing into the distant jungle.

In August, the temperature in Moscow is not very high.

It's especially cool once you enter the forest.

However, Cruz and his group were covered in sweat, like stray dogs, and only felt a little more at ease after running for about ten kilometers.

"Are there no pursuers left?"

George was deathly pale and looked back in terror.

Salk ruined them all.

This was their first operation since the formation of the Mammoth Mercenary Group, and it ended in a disastrous failure.

It's so abominable.

"There shouldn't be any more, but just to be on the safe side, we should still leave this awful place."

Cruz said in a deep voice.

Everyone fell silent, reflecting on their actions.

Great!
Half a day later, they finally left Moscow, arrived in a neighboring city, found a safe place, and settled down.

"This failed operation has taught us a great lesson."

"Greed kills. Salk and the others are probably already meeting their maker. It's possible that his old friend was behind it all."

"It would be better if we went to find someone to trade gold next. To avoid any unforeseen circumstances, we'll need to add a few more people."

"On the other hand, I think we still need to purchase equipment. This defeat is also largely related to our outdated equipment."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

So Cruz began planning what equipment he needed to buy and then contacted Orlando, South Africa.

They thought Orlando was in South Africa, but unfortunately, he had already arrived in Zurich.

Therefore, Orlando was quite surprised when he received this call.

After learning of Cruz's intentions, Orlando did not refuse, but said that he did not have time at the moment and that he could either wait half a month or arrange for someone else.

Cruz did not hesitate and chose to wait!

Just before hanging up the phone, Cruz couldn't help but ask:
"Mr. Stewart, I'd like to ask if you're on a mission?"

"Heh, Cruz, that's very impolite of you, you know that?"

"No, no, Mr. Stewart, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just wanted to ask if there was anything I could do to help."

In a hotel room in Zurich, Orlando Stewart was about to refuse when he heard this.

Lanstark, who was sitting next to him, raised his hand to stop him and wrote a sentence: "Let him come to Zurich!"

"Kruz, is your Anka mercenary group based in Zurich?"

This statement is a test.

But to Orlando's surprise, Cruz on the other end of the phone didn't hesitate at all and said directly:

“No, Mr. Stewart, I have already left the Anka Mercenary Group and just founded the Mammoth Mercenary Group this month.”

Orlando was quite surprised to hear this.

Good heavens, instead of staying put with the Anka Mercenary Group, they actually ran off to establish their own sect?

Is this necessary?

If he remembers correctly, the Anka mercenary group now has a certain reputation in the global underworld.

After all, the things the organization did in South Africa and Latin America had shocked the world.

In any case, the entire dark world was drooling with envy at the actions of the Anka mercenary group.

In total, the Anka mercenary group has earned at least over one billion US dollars.

I just don't understand why they're still working so hard on missions instead of continuing to rob those vaults or something, since that's a quick way to make money.

"Oh, Cruz, I don't know if you've heard about this quest on the dark web lately. Everyone's come to Zurich, do you want to come and join the fun?" (End of Chapter)