Rebirth: Super Banking System
Chapter 1556 - 1398: Time to Change the Car (Subscribe Please!)

Chapter 1556: Chapter 1398: Time to Change the Car (Subscribe Please!)

On the road.

Sadoke’s convoy rushed forward.

A line of pickup trucks chased behind. Moments ago, Sadoke’s hefty potassium transport vehicles were the primary targets; the weapons left exposed were almost entirely destroyed. Without that advantage, they wouldn’t dare pursue.

"Da-da-da..."

"Bang-bang..."

"Clink-clank..."

For a moment.

The chaos erupted.

Both sides unleashed fury.

Sadoke also contacted the nearest camp. Hearing that their boss had encountered an ambush within their jurisdiction, the camp’s leader was terrified and immediately dispatched helicopters and ground forces for reinforcement.

Only thirty kilometers away.

Not far.

But in critical moments, even a kilometer felt distant.

Seeing how smoothly he had escaped the ambush site, Sadoke furrowed his brows. Attacking him should have been meticulously planned, yet they were pursuing with little chance of success.

Unless... Sadoke suddenly looked up.

They had a backup plan.

With that thought.

His gaze shifted to two accident cars ahead on the right. No one stood beside them, yet unease crept deeper into his chest. If the enemy aimed to attack him using those vehicles, it might involve... what’s inside...

"Gulp."

Thinking this.

Panic flashed in Sadoke’s eyes.

Though merely speculation.

If true, he wouldn’t get a second chance to gamble. With barely twenty meters left and arriving in the blink of an eye, there was no time to swerve; he immediately flattened himself onto the seat.

Only one second left.

In the distance.

In the woods.

From a tree, Gonser watched the convoy passing the accident site, Sadoke’s vehicle closing in on the one-and-a-half-ton setup within twenty meters.

He grinned cruelly.

"Farewell, Leader Sadoke—and your era." Thinking about the promises he’d receive after success, Gonser trembled with excitement. After years scrambling for recognition, his big break was finally here.

Without delay.

He pressed the remote control switch decisively.

"Crack."

Fireworks.

Let’s go.

But in the next moment.

Gonser’s smugness froze on his face. No fireworks appeared, only silence. In that single second, Sadoke’s car zipped past the one-and-a-half-ton device. Gonser’s reflexes kicked in instantly—his fingers scrambled to tap the remote control several more times.

"Click-click..."

"Gulp." Gonser swallowed hard.

No response.

Under the tree, silence hung heavily.

Others stared at Gonser, confusion etched on their faces—what were you doing? Gonser was livid now. It had to be a mechanical failure; he was ready to strangle the person who crafted this device.

My perfect plan.

Ruined just like this?

"Clunk."

Gonser slammed the remote control onto the ground.

"FUCK."

Jumping down from the tree.

He stomped on the remote.

"Crack."

"Boom!"

The deafening blast.

Stunned Gonser and his men for a second. Then, a powerful shockwave hit—it pushed them back several steps, knocking some flat onto the ground.

When Gonser recovered.

He saw smoke and dirt rising into the air from afar.

He took a deep breath, his mind spiraling—damn it, what was this? Earlier, he could’ve blamed the maker, shifting responsibility. But now, it had blown up right in front of everyone. Where could he push the blame now?

Heaven.

Why toy with me like this?

Even those on the pickups were baffled. Sure, we wanted fireworks, but you didn’t need to stage a private show for us, right? And now what’s this—blowing up the road? Blowing dirt? Burning for fun?

"What now?" someone asked.

Gonser gritted his teeth.

"Retreat. Everyone retreat."

His anger burned.

No evidence left.

The one-and-a-half-ton setup.

Had only managed to blow up two accident cars, leaving a crater on the road. He had no idea how to explain this later, but if Sadoke uncovered his role, there’d be no need for explanations—he’d simply eliminate him.

...

Ahead.

In Sadoke’s car.

Looking at the rearview mirror’s rising smoke and dust, he was puzzled. Moments ago, he’d thought his suspicion was correct—he’d be taken down here. But brushing past the accident site without incident, he began doubting himself.

Then the next moment flipped again.

The accident cars exploded.

Three twists.

Twisting his mind dizzy.

Judging by the dust’s height.

Sadoke estimated the explosive quantity, and the numbers made his heart sink. If he’d been just slightly closer, he would’ve met his end here today. But why hadn’t it detonated earlier?

Not that he minded.

But plans like these don’t usually falter over such amateur mistakes.

"What’s going on?"

Sadoke pondered for a while, but couldn’t figure it out. He decided to forget it for now and pulled out his phone. With their ’insurance plan’ failing, they likely didn’t have a third mechanism in place. Time to locate the mastermind behind this.

Hmph.

Whoever it was.

Would face his wrath.

Studying his battered vehicle, Sadoke knew it was time for a replacement. He felt a pang of loss but also acknowledgment—his money hadn’t gone to waste. It’s just one car; he’d order a few more once he returned.

All top-spec models.

Comfortable.

And safe.

Though a bit pricey, nothing was more valuable than his life.

...

Fei Yi City.

Inside a spacious estate.

"What? Failed?" A grumpy Africa elder, looking about fifty, slammed out angrily. Waiting this long, he’d expected exhilarating news—instead, Gonser turned out to be incompetent.

"Yes... yes. The plan initially went smoothly, and Sadoke’s convoy reached the second ambush location. Just as I was about to send Sadoke to hell, the remote malfunctioned," Gonser explained.

"Malfunctioned? Didn’t detonate?"

"It did. Detonated." Gonser replied weakly.

"How did it blow up?"

"I thought the remote was broken, so I stepped on it. Then..." Gonser stumbled over his words. This part was tricky—the remote had been in his hands, pressed on the tree. It lacked solid witnesses.

"When pressing didn’t work, stepping did? Look at you, so brilliant it hurts!"

That voice.

So icy Gonser felt cold even under the blazing sun.

"..." Gonser dared not answer.

The elder took a long, sharp inhale.

"Take your men to Nan Ji Province now. Don’t return without my command. FUCK, now I’ve got to clean up your mess."

"Understood, we’ll leave immediately."

Gonser responded quickly.

As per the plan, eliminating Sadoke in Nan Ji Province made escape easy. Sadoke’s people wouldn’t dare step into Nan Ji Province—otherwise, Kinshasa wouldn’t stand by idly. The factions had a mutual non-aggression arrangement.

Ending the call.

Gonser scrambled to flee to Nan Ji Province.

Inside the estate.

The elder dialed another number.

"It failed,"

He kept it brief.

Hanging up, he mused over the matter—failure always warrants a backup plan. The solution was simple: throw a scapegoat under the bus to wrap it up cleanly without pulling himself into trouble.

Conveniently.

The scapegoat he’d chosen also had motive.

...

Half an hour later.

In his car.

Sadoke received a call from his second-in-command.

"Leader, we’ve identified the mastermind behind the attack; it’s Parizet."

"Him?"

"Yes, but he has hanged himself at home. In his study, we discovered detailed plans of this attack as well as a letter condemning you. Based on motive and existing evidence, there’s no doubt it was him."

"..."

Sadoke narrowed his eyes.

This was all too convenient. If you hated me so much, wouldn’t it be better to yell in my face before dropping dead?