Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 1973: Chapter 1797: Played for Fools

Concert Hall.

“Did it work?”

Looking at the three Burmese scientists in the distance, Fred felt a pang of bitterness. After months of acting, he was almost at his limit. The pressure he endured was so immense that he would wake up several times in one night.

In his dreams.

“Swindler.”

“Despicable.”

“Hang him, I never thought Fred was that kind of person.”

“Disgrace.”

“…”

Countless times of being exposed, ruined reputation, becoming a street rat, and finally living in despondency for life. Although it didn’t turn out as expected, as long as the result was the same, his task was over.

Next.

It’s up to the consortiums.

Succeeded.

Everyone would be happy.

If not.

It had nothing to do with him. He could take a hefty reward, retire, and enjoy a peaceful life. As for alternative products, the consortiums would take care of it; he didn’t have to worry. The plan he saw was excellent.

His reputation was intact, and he could enjoy his twilight years.

…

Soon after.

The dinner ended, guests left, and before leaving, many glanced at the three scientists. According to the schedule, they were attending a seminar tomorrow morning and heading home in the afternoon.

Probably no time to mingle.

In fact.

Many still held contempt in their hearts.

Because the three had no overseas study experience, hadn’t seen the world, and were merely lucky ones who grew up on that primitive land, unrelated to ability, unlike them with their shiny resumes.

Studied.

Won awards.

Worked hard.

Their resumes were full of life.

What about the three?

This was probably their first time abroad. Thinking this, many felt a bit balanced, with the Spirit Victory Method, even though it’s nonsense, it’s still an effective way to adjust one’s mindset.

…

“Please.”

The Swedish police came up again.

“Okay.”

Exit through the side door.

In front.

Were two police cars taking the lead.

Behind.

There were five vehicles, including two Special Service Vehicles, with armed elites inside, each quite tense, elsewhere almost becoming a small battlefield, and they were under a lot of pressure.

Twenty minutes later.

North suburb.

A manor where the convoy stopped. This was Sweden’s guesthouse for state affairs reception, heavily guarded, with stationed troops nearby, and today the security was doubled.

“Welcome, esteemed guests.”

Stepping out of the car.

The manager greeted with a smiling face.

…

Greece.

Manor.

“The people are settled in.”

“Good.”

The elder said happily.

Finally.

Things were back on track. The Handheld chip was firmly grasped, and next was to first remove that thorn, give an account to Kovalro, to Sweden, and for the previous failures.

“Take action.”

“Yes.”

…

On-site.

“Attack.”

The military’s big guys arrived, everyone was full of confidence, of course, the first to carry out this order was not them but the military. Once absolute firepower suppression was completed, they would go up.

Order was given.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

“Da! Da! Da!”

Guns.

Cannons.

Rang out simultaneously in a corner of Sweden’s winter night.

“Boom!”

The factory building couldn’t bear it and a large part collapsed.

“Good.”

“Suppressed.”

“Continue.”

“…”

A chorus of cheers; earlier, they had been suppressed by the other side for nearly half an hour and dared not attack, feeling aggrieved. Now they finally held their heads high, come on, be mighty, only you have the big guys.

We do too.

At this moment.

They completely forgot they used theirs first.

Three minutes.

The opponent’s Weapons were silent for three minutes. When the attack stopped, most of the Ammunition was consumed; it seemed the opponent was definitely stunned, and three Weapons were probably scrapped.

“Charge.”

The order came through the Earphones.

Then.

Street corners.

Around the factory building, figures appeared, surrounding the factory building. Quickly, they crossed the enclosure wall, went through the open space, stepped onto the ruins, and cautiously entered the surviving factory building.

“Uh!”

After entering.

They collectively turned to stone.

“Retreat!”

A loud cry came out.

Shouted with heart-wrenching urgency.

“Run.”

After seeing inside, that was their common thought. Indeed, three of the Weapons were nearly scrapped, and some unused Ammunition was scattered on the ground, proving they had just won.

However.

In the middle of the factory building.

Blinking.

It seemed as if countless red eyes were blinking. These red lights were individual countdowns. Through the gun’s lights, they could clearly see they were a pile of terrifying things.

—Explosives.

Not a few.

Not dozens.

But.

At least over a hundred.

“What the hell!”

In their hearts, countless alpacas galloped past. If it was an Enemy, they could offer peanuts, but with these things, when seen, they could only run, the farther the better, because the countdown was only one minute.

One minute.

God!

This time they had really encountered a madman.

“Withdraw!”

“Withdraw quickly.”

“…”

They rushed out of the factory building, shouting, and some who were prepared to follow had trembling hands that almost pulled the Trigger. Hearing the sound, seeing those people’s panic, there was certainly a situation.

Without hesitation.

Retreat.

At first, retreat backwards.

Soon.

Surpassed by those emerging from the factory, glanced around, and didn’t care anymore. No time to ask, they followed in a run. Soon, within a hundred meters around the factory building was empty.

“What happened?”

Finding cover, finally had time to ask.

“Explosives.”

“???”

“A lot, extremely numerous, those madmen.” The one explaining wiped cold sweat with lingering fear. If by power, that pile like a small hill was enough to clear dozens of meters.

“Get down.”

“It’s about to explode.”

“…”

…

Greece.

Manor.

“Hiss!”

Watching the final transmitted footage, the elder drew a sharp breath. If it were the previous heavy firepower, it would be fine; easy to wrap up, but if that pile of stuff exploded, things would escalate enormously.

Because.

New information came.

His channels had helped these people transport a lot of unknown items; previously worried about what those might be. Now it seems they’re likely those red lights ahead.

By the looks of it.

At least two tons.

Crazy.

These lunatics, once exposed, would definitely drag him down too.

What to do?

He didn’t know either.

According to the countdown from the video, less than ten seconds were left.

Ten.

…

Nine.

Eight.

…

Three.

“Two.”

“One.”

The elder muttered under his breath, closing his eyes, unwilling to witness the scene. In his mind, a scenario automatically played: at night, Sweden, the capital, under countless gaze, a firelit sky.

Thick smoke.

Tremors.

Mushroom cloud.

…

Hmm?

After ten seconds, the elder wondered, why no sound?

“Didn’t explode.”

The butler said beside him.

Opening his eyes.

The scene remained unchanged.

A minute.

…

Two minutes.

…

After five minutes, still the same.

“…”

Were they.

Fooled?

“Go in and take a look.” After a moment’s hesitation, the elder ordered.

Instantly.

Someone, carrying a camera setup, walked inside. Crossing the ruins, instantly, that pile of stuff came into view on the screen. The difference was, the red countdown became an upward count.

’00:25’

“00:26”

“…”

The scene was glaringly bright.