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Chapter 723 A Pledge of Allegiance! Losing is called rebellion; winning is world-changing! (Thanks to Alliance Leader WaterNCarbon)
The next morning, news that "foreign businessmen were attacked on a large scale near Dumka" quickly spread throughout Abyssinia.

For a time, people panic.

Although most people who dare to do business in Abyssinia are not cowards, being "not afraid of death" does not mean "willing to die." No one wants to lose their life in Africa for no reason.

A coffee shop in the industrial zone was packed with investors, who gathered in small groups to exchange the latest news.

"Tell me, who did this? Weren't Omoro and Tireg's armed forces already incorporated into the Central Command? How did this unknown armed group suddenly appear?"

Someone frowned and asked in confusion.

"Who knows! In my opinion, for safety's sake, we should avoid going to Asberba these days, lest we lose our lives."

Another person chimed in, his tone full of apprehension.

"Look at that group of Koreans next door. They come out for coffee and they're carrying guns, very cautious," someone gestured towards the distance.

"Nonsense! Seven or eight people died in this attack. Who wouldn't be scared? I brought a gun too!" someone said in a low voice, sounding a little frightened.

"Didn't they say only five people died? I heard from the previous reports that it was five."

Someone nearby chimed in.

"Five? You actually believe this kind of news at a time like this? They're probably just understating it to keep people calm!"

They were mostly businessmen from Minzhou, Hangzhou, and Hui'an who traveled all the way to Abyssinia to invest and build factories, out of respect for Chen Yansen.

If the local security situation is really that bad, they would pack their things and run away as soon as possible, even if it meant giving up all the money they had invested.

"Huh? The state of Oromia has issued a notice that it will strengthen security measures on suburban highways."

Furthermore, each foreign businessman killed in the attack will receive $20 in compensation, those seriously injured will receive $10, and those slightly injured will receive $2. They also promised to bring all the perpetrators of the attack to justice!

At this moment, a businessman from Luzhou, holding his phone, suddenly raised his voice and shouted.

$20 million?
Although it's not much, it's equivalent to the total income of an average local person over 200 years.

This demonstrates Leggegi's sincerity.

That morning, Omoro armed men boarded pickup trucks and began patrolling along the A2 highway.

Anyone who dares to provoke and court death will be immediately fired from their heavy machine guns without mercy.

Reconnaissance drones also frequently fly overhead, closely monitoring the road conditions.

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"The Omoro people attacked foreign merchants? How is that possible?"

Even the simple-minded Dajim couldn't help but laugh after hearing what his assistant said.

"It is said that foreign businessmen were able to obtain land for free and encroached on the pastures and mines of the herders, which triggered this attack."

The assistant standing opposite quickly stepped forward and explained.

"No! There's definitely something wrong here."

Dajim slowly shook his head, clearly not believing his assistant's explanation.

His gaze darkened slightly as he continued, "Encroaching on pastures and mineral resources? Think about it again. The land allocation plan for Oromia State was jointly finalized by Leggi and the Omoro Business Association. Every piece of land allocated to foreign businesses avoids the core pastures of the herders. What do mineral resources have to do with the herders? Do they deserve even a penny?"

The assistant was stunned for a moment, speechless.

If it wasn't the Omoro people who did it, then who was?

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“It’s Dajim! They gave me 30,000 US dollars, and the money is hidden in my kitchen.”

In an interrogation room at the Oromia Regional Prosecutor's Office, a wounded Omoro man gasped for breath and spoke with difficulty.

But a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Dajim?
Tireg people?

The inspector in charge of the interrogation and the staff from Fengjun Security exchanged glances but said nothing.

Logically speaking, Dajim did have the motivation to do this.

The Tireg and Omoro tribes had been fighting for several months, with a combined casualty count of up to two thousand.

If Dajim were to take the opportunity to attack and kill foreign merchants, thus disrupting the Omoro tribe's economic development plans, it would be understandable.

After a moment's thought, the staff member from Fengjun Security turned to the patrolman next to him and said, "I'll go report the situation first. I'll leave this to you for now."

"Mr. Zhao, you're too kind. Please take care."

The inspector wore a fawning smile and spoke with exceptional politeness.

In the five states effectively controlled by the Omoro tribe, Senlian Capital has always been treated as a VIP.

They know better than anyone else who is truly the one "giving them a living".

Moreover, these foreign businessmen, especially the Chinese businessmen, are not easy to mess with. Their individual soldier equipment far exceeds that of the Abyssinian regular army, and it is said that they have also purchased tanks, armed helicopters and howitzers.

Zhao Zheng strode out of the patrol station, climbed into the SUV parked at the door, and dialed headquarters with a tap of his finger: "Boss, the gunman we caught just gave away Dajim's information."

"Dajim?"

Bai Zhenshan chuckled faintly on the other end of the phone, then hummed in agreement, gave a few brief instructions, and hung up.

It must be said that Behannu's brain capacity is indeed a bit larger than that of the average Abyssinian; at least he knows how to lay several layers of smokescreens to confuse people.

Little did he know that his office had long been bugged, and even among his assistants were people bribed by Fengjun Security.

After all, in terms of financial resources, how can Behannu compare to Fengjun and the Senlian Capital behind it?
Bai Zhenshan pondered for a moment, then picked up his phone again and called the head of the Abyssinia region.

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"So you're saying there's $10 in this card?"

Zhu Ruizhe lay on the bed, his face flushed, but his lips pale, as he spoke.

He didn't expect to be shot as soon as he landed.

Then he exchanged another 10 US dollars!
He had worked hard for several years in China and saved up less than 200,000 yuan by living frugally. But he never expected that he would earn more than 600,000 yuan in just one day after coming to Abyssinia.

It's a quick way to make money, but it's also incredibly painful!
"They'll give you $20 if you die."

Liu Hanbin joked with a smile.

“I’m not greedy, $10 is fine with me.”

Zhu Ruizhe chuckled, then cried out "Ouch!" clearly because he was laughing too hard and aggravated his wound.

"You focus on getting better first. Once you're better, we brothers will work together to make more money!"

Liu Hanbin said.

"It's raining," Zhu Ruizhe said instinctively, glancing out the window.

Liu Hanbin looked up in the direction of the sound and saw a fine drizzle falling from the sky. He was secretly amazed.

It's already the end of October; the rainy season should have been over long ago.

But then he thought about it again and found it funny: the rain in East Africa is like a forty-year-old man urinating. You feel like you've finished, but when you look down, there are always a few more drops. It's unpredictable.

the other side.

In Asberba, Mehari, who holds military power, is sitting in the courtyard of his villa.

After Tafe finished explaining Behannu's arrangements, he nodded slightly. The mission was to mobilize personnel to arrest Dajim at 1 a.m.

The charge is: attacking foreign businesses, which has had a huge negative impact on Abyssinia's economic development.

"Mr. Tafe, please tell my boss that I will strictly follow orders and will not delay."

Without the slightest hesitation, Mehari immediately agreed.

"Yes, thank you for your hard work, Mr. Mehari."

Tafe responded politely.

Behannu's move can be described as killing three birds with one stone.

First, it thwarted the economic development plans of the Omoro people, because no respectable merchant would dare to do business in a place where they could lose their lives at any moment.

He wanted to make cross-border businesses, both domestic and international, understand that if they wanted to do business in Abyssinia, they had to cooperate with the Hamra people, otherwise their lives would be in danger.

Second, take the opportunity to eliminate Dajim, thereby weakening the overall position of the Tiregs;
Third, take this opportunity to win over Leggi and lay the groundwork for further plans.

The plan itself was fine, and there were no problems in the implementation process.

The only problem is that Behannu is practically invisible in front of Chen Yansen.

It's worth noting that Senlian Capital had been operating in Abyssinia for over three years, seemingly selling mobile phones and electric vehicles all day long, but behind the scenes, they had done a lot of preparatory work.

A bunch of poor bastards, they'll risk their lives for money!
From key positions in the central government to the core circles of various tribes, and even lower- and middle-level managers in the military, Senlian Capital has spies planted throughout the country.

What Behannu thought was a secret plan was, in Chen Yansen's eyes, like a transparent glass, completely transparent.

"If you're not in a hurry, why don't you stay for a drink before you leave?"

"Mehari suggested with a smile."

After saying that, he clapped his hands, and a tall, hot white woman slowly walked over, carrying a bottle of whiskey worth thousands of dollars.

"Then I'll call the boss first."

Tafe licked his lips, immediately understanding.

He understood what Mehari meant: drink first, then enjoy the beautiful women.

He then took out his phone and reported back to Behannu.

Sitting opposite him, Mehari gave a cold smile, reached for his phone on the table, and quickly sent out a few messages.

Not long after, four mid-level military managers rushed over.

These four people have one thing in common: they are all close confidants of Mehari.

When they were able to study at military academies in Europe, both their tuition and living expenses were funded by Mehari.

As darkness fell and night deepened, the rain intensified.

Mehari put down his wine glass, pulled a fruit knife from the fruit plate, and then plunged it into Tafe's heart without warning.

Tafe's eyes widened suddenly, his lips trembled as he tried to make a sound, but only foamy blood gushed out.

He stared incredulously at the fruit knife in his chest, the handle still trembling slightly with each heartbeat.

The tall, white woman screamed in fright, and the wine glass in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter, splattering amber-colored wine mixed with glass shards all over the floor.

She staggered backward, her face filled with terror.

"Boss, what's going on?" one of his trusted confidants asked, looking shocked.

The other three had similar expressions.

Everyone knows that Tafe is Behannu's personal assistant and his most trusted confidant.

Killing Taffy at this point would be tantamount to openly going against Behannu, leaving no room for maneuver.

"Do you think Behannu is suitable to be the head of Abyssinia? In recent years, wasn't it he who started the conflict between the Hamra, Omoro, and Tireg people?"
He made peace negotiations one minute, and then fabricated charges against me the next, trying to get me to arrest Dajim tonight. With someone like that, is there any hope for the country?

Mehari slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over his four confidants one by one. He paused and said, "Think back to how miserable you were ten years ago. Who gave you the opportunity to achieve your current positions?"

"Boss, I'll do whatever you say."

One of his close associates immediately expressed his opinion.

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled the fruit knife from Tafe's chest and then stabbed it back in without hesitation.

"Ah—!" Taffy wailed in agony.

"Not bad!"

Mehari nodded in satisfaction and pulled out a pistol.

The other three immediately realized that the half-dead Tafe in front of them was their "pledge of allegiance"!
Taking action means agreeing to join; not taking action means you'll die in the next second!

The three exchanged a glance, and the last trace of hesitation in their eyes was replaced by ruthlessness.

One of them rushed forward, covered Tafe's mouth to stop him from making any more noise, pulled out a knife, and then stabbed him hard.

The remaining two followed suit and delivered two more stabs.

Tafe's body twitched a few times, then fell completely still.

The white woman was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, trembling all over, and dared not even make a loud cry.

Mehari didn't even glance at her, and ordered his trusted aides, "Find a secluded place to bury Tafe's body. Remember, do it cleanly."

"Boss, what should we do next?"

The four close associates, having seen the blood, stared intently at Mehari and asked him.

They understood perfectly well that there was no turning back; they only had two paths ahead: either help Mehari ascend to a high position, or be killed by Behanu.

Mehari tucked his pistol back into his waistband and calmly instructed, "First, notify Coron, who is stationed in the western suburbs, and have him seal off all entrances and exits before 1 a.m., allowing only entry and no exit."

"Second, cut off Behanu's communications. Have the technical team bring jamming equipment. At midnight, paralyze all civilian and military frequency bands in Asberba, leaving only our encrypted channel."

"Boss, Behannu's guard has over three hundred men, all veterans who have seen battle."

The first confidant to speak out looked worried and whispered a reminder.

"You don't need to worry about that, I've already made preparations."

Mehari spoke casually, his tone relaxed and his face showing no sign of concern.

At this point, the four confidants understood Mehari's intentions: he was planning a rebellion!
But then they thought back to the time when Behannu had used the same methods to become the head of the Central Secretariat.

If someone can break the old order, why can't they follow Mehari and build a new one?

What they didn't expect was that the Omoro people were also secretly gathering troops and heading towards Asberba.

Thousands of kilometers away on Hong Kong Island, Chen Yansen is attending a cocktail party hosted by the Huo family.

In his view, there may be right and wrong in this world, but the right to define right and wrong has always been in the hands of the winner.

Whoever wins in the end has the final say.

Losing is called rebellion; winning is called world change!
Senlian Capital needs a new overseas territory. If it can first take over Abyssinia and then use it as a springboard to explore the Mariana Islands, it can successfully control the outlet to the Red Sea and open up a key passage.

What is Mr. Chen thinking about?

Just as Chen Yansen was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window pondering, a clear female voice suddenly rang in his ears.

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(End of this chapter)