Chapter 190 Being Alive is Good

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Joe Ga adjusted the tactical goggles on his face and then the three of them re-entered the underground basement.It was only then that Joe Ga had the time to take a good look at the basement, and to his shock, the sight was astonishing. In the middle of the basement were two shallow, pitch-black pits that emitted a strange foul odor. And on either side of the basement, against the walls, were high walls composed of stacked cash. At first, Joe Ga couldn't believe it, but when he moved closer for a better look, he realized they were indeed all money! Dorian was already going crazy. How many times in one's life did one get to see such an amount of cash? He clawed at the wall a few times and found that it was not just one layer deep; inside, there was also money. Dorian clutched a handful of cash and rubbed it on his cheek with delight, then shouted, "Boss, we're rich, why bother mining anymore, we are rich..." Joe Ga picked up a note and took a look, then silently did some calculations in his mind, shook his head with a wry smile and hurled a handful of cash onto Dorian, saying, "If you like it that much, it's all yours. West African Francs, one US Dollar is 2500, and here the biggest denomination is 5000. Go and take a look on the other side, if you find any with 10000 or 20000 denominations, it might be worth the effort to move them." Dorian was stunned for a moment, then like his butt was on fire, he rushed to the other side and scrambled on the wall of cash, then uttered a sigh of lament and shook his head, saying, "There's just a little bit of the 10000, and absolutely none of the 20000. My god, I thought just now... Suddenly remembering something, Dorian shoved a handful of cash into his tactical vest and then climbed up the ladder to the upper level. Joe Ga wasn't sure what the guy was up to, but he nodded to Karman, and the two followed him up. Once they were up, they saw Dorian exchanging huge amounts of West African Francs for a distinctively styled Eastern European dagger and a silver lighter, presumably. Joe Ga didn't bother with Dorian's actions but, looking at the corpses around him, he furrowed his brow and asked, "What kind of hellhole is this?" It was a room filled with primitive religious patterns, and on a stone bed covered with some kind of animal fur, lay a woman's corpse that was chewed beyond recognition, with two dead hyenas beside the bed. In this not too large room, seven or eight black men lay dead, including the black leader of Boko Haram, who had died in a corner, his neck hit by a fragment from a grenade that caused bleeding. The only one alive was Boykin, the large, hefty man with gunshot wounds to his legs, sitting on the ground, red-eyed, muttering something unintelligible. Just because Joe Ga didn't understand, didn't mean Karman didn't; the old man rushed over full of anger, lifted his rifle, and smashed the butt of the gun repeatedly on Boykin's mouth. After watching him open his mouth in pain, spitting out more than a dozen teeth, Karman finally stopped, satisfied, and then said something in Sango. Seeing Boykin's expression suddenly change drastically, Joe Ga curiously asked Karman, "What's he saying?" Karman shook his head with an icy look in his eyes, saying, "He's saying he doesn't want to die with that woman, doesn't want to die under the teeth of hyenas." As he spoke, Karman glanced at Dorian and said, "You said you wanted to hang his intestines on the wall, go ahead." Dorian, who was in the middle of flirting with something with the chainsaw guy, paused, glanced at the miserable Boykin, and with a forced laugh said, "I'm not the boss, I'm just spouting tough talk. Just give him a bullet, this guy made us a fortune. Let's give him a quick end." Karman shook his head in disdain, pressed the communicator and said, "'Poison Wolf,' beside the room where the women are imprisoned, there is a kennel. Go and see if there are any live hyenas, bring two of the hungriest ones over." After finishing, Karman walked over to Boykin, grabbed his clothes, and dragged him to the entrance of the secret room, pushing open a wooden door hidden in the vines, letting a ray of sunlight spill into the secret chamber. Having discovered Boykin's secret room, Joe Ga lost interest in the man. No matter what grand designs he had, dead is dead! Joe Ga glanced at the woman's torn body lying on the stone bed. Thinking that Nis and her team were probably coming soon, he furrowed his brow, approached the bed to wrap the corpse in the animal fur, rolled it up and prepared to move it outside to find a place to set it aside. When government forces arrived, he'd let them bury the body. But the instant the animal skin was removed, a golden glow shone from the stone bed, almost blinding Joe Ga. On the stone bed of 2 meters in length and 1 meter in width was a layer of gold coins. Joe Ga took a deep breath, walked over and picked up one to check. To his astonishment, they were standard one-ounce gold coins. Even though the purity was average, the quantity was staggering. There were about 800 coins spread over the bed. With the current gold price of $1500 per ounce, even if the refined price was discounted by 20%, these coins were worth at least $900,000. The value of just this pile of gold coins was almost catching up to all those various denominations of West African Francs in the basement. Noticing French symbols on both sides of the coins and the oxidation marks, these coins were apparently historical, likely cast by the French a long time ago. He called for Dorian and the chainsaw guy to come up and help, planning to pack up roughly 25 kilograms of gold. Joe Ga clapped his hands forcefully and proclaimed, "This haul is really not bad. Notify everyone to come here, let's get the helicopter down. We'll take some of the cash from below as well." "Fuck, even if I can't spend it, leaving it for the workers' salaries is good." As Joe Ga spoke, looking at the excited chainsaw, he smiled and said, "Just wait, I'll give you all a bonus when I get back, ten grand each without exception." Standing by the door, Sanderson heard this and turned around to whistle, laughing as he said, "You are a generous boss, I like cash because there's no goddamn tax to pay." As Joe Ga was nodding and about to say something, Dorian, who was packing gold coins, suddenly let out a 'huh' and after rummaging around on the stone bed for a bit, pulled out an extremely modern medicine box from a groove. "What's this thing? Boykin hid it so well; it must be something important, right?" Joe Ga walked over, took the medicine box, glanced at the unfamiliar brand and name, also at the several injections inside that hadn't been used yet, and shook his head, "Let's check it out when we get back, it might be insulin; it'd be normal for a fat guy like Boykin to have diabetes." Listening by the door, Sanderson turned around with a chuckle, looked at the box with a hint of surprise, and walked over to take a look, then the veteran Ranger frowned and said, "I think I've seen this kind of medicine before..." "What kind of medicine is it?" asked Dorian, who had finished collecting the gold coins on the bed, curiously. Sёarᴄh the NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Sanderson took out an injection from the medicine box, looked at it in the sunlight, then returned and said, "This is a type of psychotropic drug, usually used for treating serious mental illnesses, or severe PTSD. I saw a comrade-in-arms using it in the hospital, but it seems the color and dosage are a bit off." Joe Ga listened, waving his hands dismissively, "Who cares, it's just a medicine; if you're interested, just take it." Discover exclusive content at empire Sanderson shook his head upon hearing this, "No, no, boss, you got it wrong, I'm not interested in drugs, but I am interested in how Boykin got his hands on them. Think about the coca plants outside; how could someone like Boykin have the capability to hybridize and transplant them? I think this guy might have some collaboration with some major pharmaceutical companies, helping them to test drugs here. These acts are totally illegal..." Joe Ga really wasn't interested in all this; he gestured dismissively to Sanderson, "If you're so interested, ask him about it before he's picked clean by hyenas. I really don't care, whoever they are; I killed the man, burned the coca plants, and that's the end of their plans." When Sanderson heard this, he slapped his head and said, "That's true, we are not judges, we just deal with problems as they come. These meds can't prove anything and wouldn't hold up against anyone if taken out of here." With that, Sanderson looked at Team C approaching with two hyenas on a leash and the sniper moving closer, laughing as he rolled up his sleeves, "I heard there's a lot of money down there; time for me to put in some work." Joe Ga nodded at Sanderson to do as he pleased, then covered his injured ribs and walked to the door. No one present had any desire to waste words with Boykin; they were all fierce warriors, uninterested in minutiae, satisfied as long as the enemy was dead. It's better for a bastard like Boykin to die a miserable death! Karman didn't let Dorian down; he sliced open Boykin's stomach, then, dragging the money-hungry Dorian along, showed him the process of the hyenas feasting and ripping apart the carcass, even taking pictures as a souvenir. Faced with such a twisted request, even the most patient person like Dorian was getting irritated. Dorian looked at Boykin clutching his stomach and wailing non-stop, his lower body brutally torn by hyenas, and said annoyed, "I'm damn near scared to death by you, is this really necessary?" Karman said coldly, "No..." As he said this, he watched the contorted, screaming face of Boykin and spoke in a strange tone, "Once the King of Central Africa, Boyika, died, but it wasn't the end. This Boykin is a descendant of that cruel King, and in the three years his royal ancestor was in power, he created many people like me. Back then, me and many other kids fled to Rwanda; we started with 19 people, and only 4 of us made it there. Then a guerrilla troop captured us, handed us knives, and made us kill people, our own companions. I was starving and terrified, so I killed the other three; that year I was seven..." Karman seemed to remember something as he spoke, shook his head and said, "I couldn't kill Boyika, even though I've been to the Presidential Palace of Central Africa, skinned a president of Central Africa with my own hands, but I couldn't avenge myself. Now I just want those who died to know that Boyika is utterly dead! Central Africa can have a King, but definitely not one like him..." After finishing, Karman looked at Dorian with an odd expression and said with a sigh of relief, "Torturing him wasn't necessary, but it will give me peace for a long time! Can you imagine what it's like when the screams of your dying comrades always echo in your ears?" "What's that like?" "They make me glad to be alive, so I've stayed alive!"

Chapter 190 Being Alive is Good

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