On the road.
Sadoke’s convoy rushed forward.
A line of pickup trucks chased behind. Monts 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 mont.
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 imdiately dispatched helicopters and ground forces for reinforcent.
Only thirty kiloters away.
Not far.
But in critical monts, even a kiloter felt distant.
Seeing how smoothly he had escaped the ambush site, Sadoke furrowed his brows. Attacking him should have been ticulously 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 aid to attack him using those vehicles, it might involve... what’s inside...
"Gulp."
Thinking this.
Panic flashed in Sadoke’s eyes.
Though rely speculation.
If true, he wouldn’t get a second chance to gamble. With barely twenty ters left and arriving in the blink of an eye, there was no ti to swerve; he imdiately 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 ters.
He grinned cruelly.
"Farewell, Leader Sadoke—and your era." Thinking about the promises he’d receive after success, Gonser trembled with excitent. 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 mont.
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 tis.
"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 chanical failure; he was ready to strangle the person who crafted this device.
My perfect plan.
Ruined just like this?
"Clunk."
Gonser slamd 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 n for a second. Then, a powerful shockwave hit—it pushed them back several steps, knocking so 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 blad the maker, shifting responsibility. But now, it had blown up right in front of everyone. Where could he push the bla now?
Heaven.
Why toy with 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?" soone 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. Monts 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 mont 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 t 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 chanism in place. Ti to locate the mastermind behind this.
Hmph.
Whoever it was.
Would face his wrath.
Studying his battered vehicle, Sadoke knew it was ti for a replacent. He felt a pang of loss but also acknowledgnt—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, slamd 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 n to Nan Ji Province now. Don’t return without my command. FUCK, now I’ve got to clean up your ss."
"Understood, we’ll leave imdiately."
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 arrangent.
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 ho. 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 so much, wouldn’t it be better to yell in my face before dropping dead?
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