Rebirth: Super Banking System
Chapter 1001 - 879: The Battle of Mozambique (Subscribe please!)

Chapter 1001: Chapter 879: The Battle of Mozambique (Subscribe please!)

Evening.

Maruyama Takeshi held a banquet in New York.

While announcing his rebirth, he also expressed gratitude to those friends who attended his funeral. As the saying goes, adversity reveals true friendship—the fact that they traveled thousands of miles to Japan for his funeral.

That in itself was a kind favor.

Life in all its forms.

Sometimes a funeral can reveal the stark truth.

Even Maruyama Takeshi was curious to see the video of his own funeral.

At the banquet.

The faces of the guests were all rather peculiar.

Maruyama Takeshi’s near-fatal plane crash had taken a shocking turn: he had survived alone on a solitary island for half a month before being rescued, creating his own brief ’Record of Drifting Alone on an Island’.

Thinking back on the sorrow and remembrance of just a few days ago.

The guests couldn’t even describe what they were feeling.

The media also paid some attention to this ’iand tycoon risen from the dead, and some directors thought this was an opportunity to make a ’real-life adaptation’ survival story.

...

Late night.

After the guests had left.

Maruyama Takeshi returned to his room.

He picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Did you find out?"

Two days earlier, he had contacted a large intelligence organization to investigate who owned the two ships involved in the attempt on his life. It was crucial to understand this enemy in order to avoid being ambushed again.

"Mr. Maruyama Takeshi, the ones who made a move against you are Minghai, mainly active in Africa and the Americas, a mid-sized mercenary organization with approximately one hundred and twenty members, headquartered in a country in Africa.

After the failure of the operation against you, they lost at least forty skilled fighters. Since the disappearance of the two ships, they have been planning a new round of operations against you. They were still buying safety information about their crew from us this morning."

"..."

Maruyama Takeshi was silent.

The scope of this intelligence organization’s services was indeed wide.

They conducted business with both friends and foes.

Absolutely no bottom line.

"Are you asking for information about the crew’s safety so you can sell it to them?" Maruyama Takeshi frowned, frustrated with their ’Scope of Work,’ he wanted to curse, yet he knew it would be to no avail.

But the person on the other end had no such intentions.

"No, no, no, they no longer have anyone to pay the bill. It would be useless for us to go to them. We just didn’t expect Mr. Maruyama Takeshi to act so quickly. We hope that Mr. Maruyama Takeshi will continue to support our business in the future."

"No one to pay the bill?" Maruyama Takeshi was confused.

Could it be that their leader was on one of the ships at the time, and then his men had no money to settle the account?

"This afternoon at three o’clock, a building in the western part of Angola, Africa, was attacked by a gang of unknown black men. A battle ensued between them, ultimately resulting in forty-two deaths.

And coincidentally, that was the headquarters of Minghai, where about half of their personnel were stationed. It can only be said that their luck was too bad. However, if there are future opportunities for such business, we have partnering organizations that can take on the task too."

In the end.

The intelligence organization began to pitch other businesses.

Maruyama Takeshi was not surprised; there were intricate connections within the underground world.

But hearing that Minghai’s headquarters had been wiped out.

Maruyama Takeshi almost dropped the phone in his hand.

He immediately realized that the person from the intelligence organization on the line thought he had consulted another intelligence organization and had sent people to wipe out Minghai’s headquarters once and for all.

Hence the conversation.

"I understand, thank you." Since there was a misunderstanding, Maruyama Takeshi had no desire to clarify.

He hung up the phone.

Maruyama Takeshi paced back and forth in the room.

This matter, his first suspicion was of Tang Qing.

Or rather he didn’t need to suspect.

It was definitely Tang Qing who had sent people.

And he was quite ruthless—to wipe out an adversary’s lair and kill people. However, these mercenaries definitely had blood on their hands; they were not good people, and they got their just desserts, even if Tang Qing hadn’t acted, he would have made the move himself.

As such.

One of his worries was now resolved.

But he now owed Tang Qing a favor.

It seems that his ’heavy gratitude’ would have to be increased a bit, just consider it a ’commission.’

...

Shanghai Stock Market.

It was already midday here.

Tang Qing was having dinner at home with Lin Jiaxue.

Last night.

Tang Qing received intelligence.

Minghai was preparing to retaliate against Maruyama Takeshi.

There was no other way, for the sake of his own ’Property Security,’ he could only issue a clearance order to wipe out the mercenary organization that had always been up to no good; Maruyama Takeshi only knew part of it.

There were also three other more covert strongholds that were ’taken care of’ by the fighters.

What unfolded was a robbery in Angola.

Three ’accidental gas explosions’ due to mishandling of gas operations in the United States, Brazil, and South Africa, with the first incident even making the news, causing an uproar in Angola.

The Angolan people treated it as a spectacle.

Because such incidents were all too common in Angola, and what was robbed were possessions of some ’foreigners.’

While eating,

Tang Qing’s hand suddenly paused.

Then he casually fed Lin Jiaxue, sometimes using chopsticks, sometimes mouth to mouth, and sometimes taking a little advantage; it had to be said that being elusive was more tempting than total revelation.

After dinner,

Lin Jiaxue went for a nap.

Tang Qing went to the study to listen to the latest developments from the other side.

...

Africa.

Local time, four o’clock in the morning.

In the eastern coast of Loiquemo Province, northern Mozambique, a fierce battle that lasted fifteen minutes took place when a heavily armed group of robbers attacked a convoy performing mine-clearing tasks.

The escort team for the mine-clearing vehicle consisted of fifteen men.

The number of attackers was seventy-six.

The result,

seventy-six were annihilated.

Among the fifteen, only two sustained minor injuries.

And those two were accompanying Mozambican personnel.

This was the reason for Tang Qing’s pause during dinner; this was the first incident of an attack on a mine-clearing convoy, and he had been quite worried at the time. However, the Command Room’s damage-free assessment had set Tang Qing’s mind at ease.

The result was as the Command Room had predicted.

None of the fighters were injured, while the enemy was wiped out.

To deter the petty criminals, the fighters did not hold back; when they said annihilated, they meant it. When the nearby Mozambican police and stationed troops arrived, they were shocked by the ratio of battle damage before them.

Were these people sent to be slaughtered?

They had no idea.

Although the bandits had always operated in the dark, to the fighters, it was as if daylight shone within their field of vision, with all enemies marked in conspicuous red and even penetrable by sight, making it hard to miss them.

One shot, one kill; not a bullet was wasted.

The whole scene was cordoned off.

The black police officers who arrived ahead of time had intended to disarm the fighters, but how could that be possible.

"Why did you kill them all?"

Police Chief Kid, a black man, looked angrily at the leading fighter.

The fighter stared coldly at him and said, "They attacked us for no reason, so we had to retaliate. The situation was critical, and with the unpredictable nature of bullets, I am also shocked by their deaths."

"..."

Shocked my ass!

Your face doesn’t look shocked. Put some heart into your words, will you.

Upon investigation,

this incident was related to the police chief as well.

Or rather, this black police chief had been manipulated, bribed by someone, wanting to steal a mine-clearing vehicle. As for who was behind it, the Command Room was still unclear and was investigating.

"This is murder," Kid said in anger. These were all desperate fugitives he had recruited, hoping to make a big score, but he had not anticipated that the other side would show no mercy, leaving no survivors.

This was practically driving him to his grave.

"I’m sorry, our company has signed a Security Self-Defense Protocol with your country, which allows us to take measures against attackers when necessary." This was a kind of de facto diplomatic immunity, temporarily granted to the Myanmar Military Services Company.

When the mine-clearing contract is terminated, this protocol will also be terminated.

"..."

Kid’s face twisted.

He obviously knew the other party had this right. Killing those bandits did not violate Mozambican law.

But,

what about himself?

Who was going to clean up this mess?