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Niamey, the capital of Niger.

National Security Intelligence Service Director Radhia Suleiman walked into the office of Saji Raboa, the de facto leader of the military, carrying a document. He placed the document on the table and said:

"The intelligence agents down below just got some information, but we don't know if it's true or false. Take a look."

Sagi took the documents, glanced at them for a moment, then frowned and looked at Radja:
"Are you kidding me? Although our northern border is like a sieve, but... how could those bastards in the north allow Gaddafi to bring in so much gold?"

"Those people aren't stupid. They're all greedy scoundrels. If they saw gold, would they willingly keep it instead of choosing to steal it from them?"

Radia let out a soft breath and asked in a low voice, "But according to the data, the time when Gaddafi transported that batch of gold into Niger was around the same time as the rebellion of those tribes in the north, basically overlapping."

With that, Sagi suddenly raised his head.

This...this seems possible!
Niger is a country where most of its land lies in the Sahara Desert, and a small portion of it is on the edge of the Sahara.

Most of the people in this country are teetering on the brink of death.

Given this situation, the people of this country are basically all a bit like bandits.

That means that as long as there is an opportunity to do something, they will try every means to do it and will not let any opportunity pass them by.

Under these circumstances, northern tribes also launched a rebellion, demanding regional autonomy.

Therefore, they cannot stand idly by while others move their goods to their territory and hide them.

The best course of action is to gather all your men and rush over as soon as you hear even the slightest hint of trouble, grab the goods, and seize them first.

If they didn't loot, then there's something wrong with it. But if the timing coincides with the period of their rebellion, then maybe it's true.

He stared at Radja for a long while before asking in a low voice, "What do you think?"

“Let’s go take a look!” Radja stated his idea directly, and quickly he began to explain his reasons, counting on his fingers:

“It’s already October, and there are still two months until the end of the year. In the new year, we need to hand over power to an elected government.”

"To avoid a repeat of the mess that happened with the former president, we must seize the relevant powers."

"To seize power, you need money."

"But I'm sure you've sorted out your sources of funding over the past few months, and you should also know that the money you have isn't enough."

At this point, Saji understood Radja's meaning: to get his hands on the money and use it to consolidate his power.

As long as they can bring the next democratically elected president into their camp, then they will still be the rulers of Niger.

Moreover, the coordinates are in Niger, and the area is quite chaotic there, so sending some troops there would be like conducting patrols.

If we have gold, then let's bring it back.

Even without gold, patrolling and suppressing are both useful!

Having figured this out, he pulled a blank order from the drawer, picked up a pen, signed his name on it, and then handed the order to Radja.
"You personally lead the team there to oversee the situation and see what's really going on!"

“I know!” Radia took the signed order, turned around, and went to mobilize the troops.

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Iferuan.

This is a small town nestled on the Aiel Plateau. Moisture from the Atlantic Ocean to the south barely reaches here before hitting the plateau and causing rain in the mountains.

The rainwater flowed along the valley, barely forming an oasis at a bend in the valley, barely sustaining the group of people around it.

On the riverbank, at a seemingly inconspicuous riverbank, two groups of about 60 people were standing on the riverbank, or holding guns and facing each other.

Under the blazing sun, a tall, imposing Black man stepped out from the crowd on the left, his gaze fixed on the group opposite him. He loudly demanded, "Matthew, swear to God, you don't know the whereabouts of the gold shipment Gaddafi was transporting!"

Upon hearing this, the black man named Matthew on the other side roared, "Of course I fucking don't know!"

"Who told you I knew the whereabouts of Gaddafi's hidden gold?"

"If I had known, do you think this news would have gotten out? Besides, Gaddafi was an Arab, why would he join forces with a Tubu person like me?"

"Lexis, before you ask that question, can you use your tiny brain for a second? Who is Gaddafi? Do you think he would even consider us a threat?"

"Even if he wanted to cooperate, he would find an Arab, why would he choose a black guy like me?"

Matthew's words left Lexis with a somber expression, but he remained silent and did not refute them.

Because Matthew was telling the truth.

Gaddafi was a minor figure on the international stage, but for these local tyrants living in the Sahara Desert, he was someone they could only look up to.

They couldn't even defeat Niger's army, let alone Gaddafi.

Therefore, Gaddafi could not possibly take them seriously, nor could he possibly cooperate with them.

The only group that might cooperate with Gaddafi were the Arabs living in northern Niger, on the edge of the Sahara Desert. These nomadic Arabs crossed the Sahara in ancient times to trade and then settled there.

Exhaling, Lexis raised her dark face and asked:
"You mean, those Arabs?"

“Don’t ask me!” Matthew shook his head, then quickly added:

"If you ask me, instead of chasing after those elusive gold, we should go after the uranium mines in Allit; that would be a much more profitable venture."

Lexis didn't speak about Matthew's idea, but simply raised her right hand and gave him the middle finger:
"If you want to fight the Niamey army, if you want to die, don't drag us down with you, thank you!"

After saying this, Lexis led his men towards the edge of the riverbank. Behind him, Matthew, seeing this, quickly asked:

"where are you going?"

“Silfa!”

"You're going to find those Arabs?"

“That’s where the Arab tribes are closest to the border. If Gaddafi really transported gold to Niger, they would definitely pass through that area, and there would definitely be news. I don’t believe they could transport the supplies there quietly!”

Upon hearing that Lexis was going to Hilfa, Matthew quickly reached out, "Wait! Come along! Take more people with you!"

Matthew's suggestion also made Lexis stop in his tracks. He stood there for a while and thought about it, but ultimately rejected the suggestion.

From 2007 to 2009, the Nigerien Justice Movement established its headquarters here, attacked government military bases, demanded the redistribution of uranium mines in Allit, and called for autonomy for the Tuagre region, as well as the withdrawal of government troops from the north.

As locals, they subconsciously supported the Nigerien Justice Movement.

Then, they were brutally beaten by the government forces.

After being brutally beaten, some chose to surrender, while others chose to join extremist organizations.

And so, the once bustling town has become deserted.

If, like before, another large-scale war breaks out.

Perhaps this small town will cease to exist. Lexis strode forward again, calling out to Matthew behind her as she walked:
"Let's go. There are only a few dozen of us. Whether we find gold or not, it's still an effort on our part."

"With gold, we can improve our lives; without gold, we will die."

"It's better to die sooner than to rot away in this desert."

"Okay! Just the few of us!"

…………

If you leave the plateau and travel 500 kilometers northeast, you'll reach Shirfa, a town inhabited by Arabs.

In the mosque in the center of the small town, the local tribal chief, Ajadra, and the mosque's imam stared blankly at a piece of intelligence in their hands.

After a long while, the two looked at each other and simultaneously asked the question:
"You bastard, you've gotten involved with Gaddafi?" x2
"Isn't it you?" x2
"I knew you were a beast!" x2
After speaking in unison several times, the two calmed down.

After a moment's thought, Ajadra spoke first: "You didn't get involved with Gaddafi, and neither did I."

"Who got involved with him?"

"How could they have transported so much gold to Niger and hidden it if no one had been involved with them or helped them?"

"This is hundreds of kilometers of desert, not some flat highway?"

Imam Radja scratched his head in annoyance, saying with a slight headache:

"We old folks deliberately maintained an ambiguous relationship with Gaddafi for our own benefit, keeping a distance from him."

“But young people are not necessarily like that. They are very likely to completely side with Gaddafi, become Gaddafi’s loyal followers, and then do these things for him.”

"To investigate, we need to start with those young people, but... that's gold..."

"Billions of dollars worth of gold, and other treasures, cannot be explained in just a few words."

When it comes to young people, Ajadra has a real headache.

Because he was once a young man himself.

This city is too small to support so many young people.

After seizing power, Gaddafi began to implement his pan-Saharan policy and Pan-Arabism and tribal alliances.

He then provided these tribes in northern Niger with supplies, money, weapons, and ideology over a long period, hoping to bring them under his control.

The elders of several tribes were happy to see Gaddafi's actions, since this was a desert with few resources.

If someone is willing to deliver food to my door, then I'll eat it.

Not only do they eat, but they have to eat standing up.

Young people are different. When they see these good things, those with a brain know to take them all, eat heartily, and dawdle.

Those without a brain joined Gaddafi's camp directly, becoming soldiers in Gaddafi's secret service.

Therefore, he couldn't guarantee that Gaddafi wasn't being met by one of their young men when he hid the gold.

It's annoying!
With a sigh, Ajadra said to Radya, "You stay in the city and I'll take the others and call over all those young people who were originally members of the **** gang, and question them properly."

"We must get to the bottom of this."

"Without gold, we are safe. If we have gold, the surrounding area is likely to become chaotic, and chaos will not be good for us."

Radya agreed with Ajadra's suggestion, nodding slightly and saying, "I'll take care of getting their parents here."

“With their parents around, those young people should be able to speak out.”

"You'd better get ready right away!"

"We need to hurry this up, or those damn special forces might arrive."

Just as Radya finished speaking, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a young man dressed in a traditional Arab robe stood in the doorway, panting, and looked at the two of them, saying:

"Elder, Imam, the software has just been updated with some messages, and it mentioned our tribe!"

Upon hearing this, the two people in the room widened their eyes instantly, and cold sweat seeped from their foreheads.

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Suzhou.

Lin Yi put down the phone, turned back to the computer, opened the document, and continued editing the image.

I spent about 10 minutes editing the picture when my phone on the table suddenly rang. I glanced at it and saw it was Guo Song's number.

Upon seeing the number, Lin Yi's heart tightened for no apparent reason. He carefully reached out, grasped the phone, and then cautiously called out:

"What brings you here, Mr. Guo?"

"Didn't I tell you not to get involved?" Guo Song's helpless voice came through. Lin Yi could tell from his tone that he wanted to curse, so he quickly said:
"Um... sir, I need to make a correction!"

"I wasn't involved!"

"Ah...look, all we're posting are baseless rumors, or even just rumors, because there's no evidence at all, it's all just guesswork."

"So this is actually fabrication... it's bragging. Drinking and bragging is a man's nature. We brag, and some fools take it seriously. You can't blame me for that, I'm innocent."

"I didn't steal or rob, so I'm truly innocent!"

A series of illogical arguments left Guo Song, on the other end of the phone, speechless for a long time. Finally, he could only say helplessly:

"Anyway, you should be careful. Even if you want to do something like this, you should let others do it. Don't try to do everything yourself."

"Some things are happy when you're moving forward."

"But once you run into trouble, people will bring up old grievances."

You need to be careful!

"I'll have someone send you the newly acquired audio later. See if there's anything usable. Keep the useful ones and delete the rest."

"have you understood?"

"Understood!" Lin Yi quickly replied, nodding and bowing to the person on the other end of the phone for a while before Guo Song hung up.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yi straightened his back instantly and his gaze returned to the computer screen.

Reopen the document and edit the new information.

[Coordinates... Northwest of the Alpha Tribe, the 3rd large shifting sand dune...]

(End of this chapter)