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Chapter 222 They're all beasts! (Third update!)

Antofagasta, a port city in northern Chile.

Beta Cole, a former Navy SEAL and now owner and captain of Flamingo Private Defense, glanced at the intelligence in his hand, then looked up at the information officer, Al Benjamin, opposite him:
Are you sure you didn't accept the wrong mission?

He had two mission assignments in his hands.

The combined price for these two tasks is only $30. After deducting the middleman's referral fee and travel expenses, they should be able to receive around $23.

$23 was a very generous reward for their small mercenary team of five.

However, there is a problem with both of these tasks.

Because the targets of both missions are in the same location.

These are all located in the Atacama Salt Flat in the northern Chilean desert, or more precisely, lithium extraction facilities located within the salt flat.

As a pure mercenary, Beta didn't want to get involved in the intricacies of the situation; he just wanted to know if there was anything fishy going on.

It's important to know that in Africa and the Middle East, where mercenaries are active, there are many instances of deliberately placing orders to lure mercenary teams into an ambush, only to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Al Benjamin nodded: "I checked with the middleman, who paid a small fee to confirm that there were no problems with either of the tasks."

"If you pay close attention to the intelligence, you'll find that these two missions conflict!"

"We divide employers into A and B."

"As requested by employer A, we are to cross the Andes Mountains and enter Chile from Argentina."

"Then they'll blow up the lithium extraction facilities at the Atacama Salt Flats, making it as bad as possible. They even said they'd pay more if we could provide video footage."

"The demand from employer B was to blast the lithium extraction facility according to their specifications."

"The middleman hasn't passed on the intelligence yet..."

Before Al could finish speaking, his phone, which was lying next to him, rang.

I tilted my head and saw that it was the middleman.

The call connected, and the middleman's voice came through the phone: "I've sent the information to your email. The employer said that the demolition must be carried out strictly according to the requirements."

"Detonation complete, more money!"

"Another requirement from the employer is that you must walk under surveillance and act a bit arrogant."

"Once you arrive in Tokonau, drive to the entrance of the salt flats, and someone will meet you."

The call ended abruptly, and Al opened his secret email account, finding the information sent by the middleman.

The intelligence consisted of a floor plan and a dozen or so photographs.

Each photo features a device with a large red circle painted on it, inside which is a large X.

Looking at these photos, Beta inexplicably thought of the games he and his teammates usually played.

In the game, the bomb site is marked with a circular circle, and inside that circle is a red cross.

With these thoughts in mind, Beta took the intelligence and began to analyze the mission from beginning to end.

Although mining equipment appears in these photos, it is clearly old and would have little impact even if the equipment were blown up or burned on site.

Once Beta understood this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

This mining company is preparing to falsify its accounts to deceive investors.

Love is like a game that lets you play in real life!
They're absolutely freaks!

I work hard to earn money, and then I see these scoundrels who can blow up my house and scam money with just a few words.

brute!

Forget it, for the sake of money, I'll ignore them.

After gathering the intelligence, Beta turned to Al and said:

"You will remain in charge of the home this time, and keep in touch with the employer at all times. If there is any new intelligence, contact them as soon as possible."

Leaving a message behind, Beta put on his sunglasses and went out.

Outside the small house, a white Toyota pickup truck was parked, with three people inside and the truck loaded with camping supplies.

He got into the passenger seat, and the vehicle started and sped towards the eastern plateau.

As the vehicle moved forward, Beta began sharing the mission details with his remaining three companions:
"Our mission this time is to bomb the mining facilities at the Akatama Salt Lake."

"Remember, we have taken on two tasks, and the requirements for the two tasks are different."

"So you have to be careful when taking photos of explosions."

"As for the final evacuation, we need to drive along Highway 23 along the edge of the Atatama Salt Lake towards Argentina, and then circle back from Argentina."

After the mission details were explained, silence fell over the pickup truck, with only its roar as it climbed the hill remaining.

The straight-line distance from Antofagasta to Totamaca Salt Lake is only 200 kilometers, but in this short 200 kilometers, the altitude rises from 40 meters in Antofagasta to 2300 meters.

After taking a detour of more than 300 kilometers, the four-man mercenary team finally arrived at the small town north of the Totakama Salt Lake at 8 p.m.

Tokonau.

After asking several people, we finally found the location of the entrance to the salt lake.

As soon as I drove past, I saw a pickup truck parked on the side of the road.

They parked the car on the side of the road as agreed, and a few minutes later, a middle-aged man got out of the pickup truck.

He looked Beta and his group up and down: "Demolition Team?"

"Huh?" Beta was stunned for a moment, then immediately snapped out of it and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, the demolition team!"

Perhaps fearing the other party wouldn't believe him, Beta quickly got out of the car, lifted the tarpaulin covering the bed of the Toyota pickup truck to reveal the explosives inside, and took out two AK47s from the packed box.

The well-maintained and modified AK47 was very satisfying to middle-aged people.

With a wave of his hand, he turned and walked towards the pickup truck, started the engine, and led the way.

Led by the pickup truck, Beta and his group entered the very heart of the salt lake facility without any obstacles.

There were even people waiting for them at the door!
Upon arriving at the production area, the middle-aged man got out of the car and waved to Beta: "Take the explosives, and put on your clothes, and bring your guns."

"You need to act tougher!"

Beta wanted to be fierce, but seeing the man's casual demeanor, he tried to act it out, but couldn't quite capture the feeling.

Left with no other choice, he could only lower his head and stick the bomb to the ground.

He was concentrating on setting the bomb when several heads suddenly popped out from beside him:
"Is your bomb timed or remotely controlled?"

"What kind of explosives did you use for this bomb?"

"you……"

"Shut up!" Beta suddenly roared, took the gun hanging on his body, chambered a round, and fired a burst into the air.

"Go squat over there!"

This roar startled the few curious children who had just gathered around. They covered their heads and huddled to one side, looking rather timid.

Even when I squatted down next to them, they were still curious and chattering away.

And their words always revolved around boosting the stock price.

Listening to their words, Beta cursed them as beasts in his heart again, then turned around and continued planting the bomb.

The salt lake is very large, and the production facilities are widely distributed. There are more than a dozen blasting points, and it took Beta and his three colleagues more than two hours to install all the bombs.

After the bomb was planted, the four men put on hoods, led the curious children to the surveillance camera, said a few arrogant words, then shoved the remote control into one of the children's hands, pressed a gun against his head, and made him press the remote control.

The remote control was pressed, and a series of explosions rang out around them. Beta, gun in hand, arrogantly circled around the surveillance camera a few times, fired two more magazines, and then swaggered away.

At the exit of the salt lake, a middle-aged man was already waiting there. Upon seeing them appear, he approached carrying a small cloth bag.
"This is your payment, forget about it!"

The bag was tossed to Beta, the adult turned and got into the car, returning to the salt lake.

Inside the pickup truck, Beta opened the bag, which was full of banknotes.

He took out the banknotes, flipped them over one by one, and only after confirming that they were all genuine did he breathe a sigh of relief.

The compensation is more than initially agreed upon.

It amounted to a full $30.

He stuffed the banknotes into the safe under the back seat, locked it, turned the car around, and drove up Highway 23, winding through the Andes Mountains, towards Argentina.

Santiago.

Upon receiving news from the Atacama Salt Flat, the headquarters of the Chilean chemical and mining company immediately disseminated the information as previously planned.

of course.

Their focus was on debunking the rumors.

The key point of the clarification is that the facilities at the salt lake were not severely damaged, and they can guarantee the supply of lithium.

On the surface, they were denying the rumors, but secretly, they released the surveillance video again.

The surveillance footage showed explosions everywhere, and rampant mercenaries taunting the cameras.

This denial doesn't seem right at all.

As a result, companies that need to cooperate with Chile's chemical and mining industries and require large amounts of lithium carbonate are in a hurry.

One call after another came to Chile's chemical and mining sector, demanding that they guarantee their supply of lithium carbonate.

Under pressure from various parties, Chile's chemical and mining sector once again stepped forward, this time not to deny the rumors, but to admit them.

The statement acknowledged that the lithium carbonate production base had been attacked by terrorists, resulting in severe damage to the facilities and a decline in lithium carbonate production capacity.

But all of this is not the fault of the company, but the fault of terrorists, so it does not constitute a breach of contract.

Some of the companies they were working with were furious, but there was nothing they could do.

I can only hold my nose and admit it.

No sooner had they reluctantly accepted the huge loss than Chilean chemical and mining companies raised the price of lithium carbonate from $2800 to $3300, citing the need to replace damaged facilities.

This move infuriated companies that had partnerships with Chile's chemical and mining industries, making them want to curse.

Of course, this series of shameless actions does have some benefits after all.

The benefit was that Chilean chemical and mining stocks rose 3% on the New York Stock Exchange.

After all, capital only cares about profits; whether or not one has a sense of shame is not within its consideration.

Suzhou.

As Ji Shuangshuang looked at the rising stock price on the computer screen, her beautiful brows furrowed involuntarily, and she blurted out a refined saying from Guangling.

"Dead form!"

As soon as she uttered the curse, she suddenly remembered that she was in Lin Yi's office. She turned her head and secretly glanced at Lin Yi, who was busy working beside her. She saw that Lin Yi was frantically typing on the keyboard and was having a heated online argument with someone. Only then did she let out a long sigh of relief.

She turned back, closed the Chilean chemical and mining page, opened the FMC stock page, clicked, and selected to buy.

Select quantity, confirm purchase, and payment successful.

After the purchase success notification popped up, she checked her stock account again.

In this account opened in the name of Xiaomi Heavy Industry Group, four stocks were openly listed.

Chilean Chemical and Mining Industries

Fumi Mitsu

[Talison]

[Galaxy Resources]

On this day, the share prices of all four stocks rose, with Chilean Chemical Mining seeing the biggest increase, rising by 3.2%.

After looking at it for a while, Ji Shuangshuang closed the page, picked up the paper on the table in front of her, walked over to Lin Yi, and slammed the paper onto the table:

"I have fulfilled my mission."

"I bought four stocks on the New York Stock Exchange for $30 million each, and with all the fees, I spent a total of $1.25 million."

“I just saw the international news. That Chilean chemical and mining plant was bombed, and they went back on their word and raised prices with their partners.”

"Whatever they do, their market value will probably drop, and we might suffer too?"

"No!" Lin Yi grabbed the paper, glanced at the number of shares held in each stock, and nodded with great satisfaction.

These four companies were all among the top five global lithium mining producers in 2010.

Lithium batteries can take off, and so can they.

Now, each company invests $3000 million, and once their own debunking video is released, the stock price held by those $3000 million will increase exponentially.

It will become at least 300 million!

Once it's pulled to the highest position, then you bring it down with a stick.

Once the price drops, I can use their money to acquire their shares.

Once you have the equity, you can legally control these companies and manage lithium prices and supply.

Lin Yi handed the paper back to Ji Shuangshuang and nodded with a smile: "Go and rest. Just keep an eye on things for the next few days."

After seeing Ji Shuangshuang off, Lin Yi took out his phone, found Cao Bin's number, and casually pressed the dial button.

The phone rang for a while before Cao Bin answered it, followed by his excited voice:

"Boss, shall we begin?"

“Contact the professors in our team and tell them to meet at the factory at 10 a.m. the day after tomorrow. It’s time to fight back.”

No sooner had I finished speaking than a ghostly scream came from the phone, followed by a series of screams.

Hearing these ghostly cries, Lin Yi casually hung up the phone, then found Liu Yongqiang's number and dialed it.

Compared to Cao Bin, Liu Yongqiang appeared very composed. When the call connected, he uttered only one low sentence:

"Boss, what do you say?"

"Contact reporters, contact all channels that can speak out, and tell them that the day after tomorrow at 10 a.m., at the Xiaomi Heavy Industry factory, the decisive battle will be held at the top of Mount Hua, a battle that will determine both life and death and who will prevail."

"understand!"

Once the other end confirmed, Lin Yi casually hung up the phone, turned around and sat down in front of the computer, opened a VPN, and then went to Facebook and Twitter to continue stirring up trouble.

Of course, this time it was deliberate instigation.

He had only uttered a few words when his phone rang, displaying the number as Han Shunfa.

The call connected casually, and Han Shunfa's terrified voice came from the other end:

"Boss, there's a liar here. He claims to be some kind of crown prince."

He wants to see you.

“I thought he looked a lot like Khalid, so I didn’t call the police.”

(End of this chapter)