Chapter 916: Chapter 801: Mysterious Black Prison (Subscribe Please!)
Help him out of trouble?
Waite was puzzled.
He had investigated the background of Black Prison.
It was a very mysterious organization.
Not only did they have people in Congo Gold, but also in other African countries. However, their actions were rather secretive. How many people they had, in how many countries they operated, and who the big shot behind the scenes was, he had no clue.
He had once asked intelligence organizations to buy information on Black Prison.
Unfortunately.
Those intelligence organizations wouldn’t sell it, and he didn’t know why. It seemed as if they were all afraid of something.
The first time the man before him had approached him, he wanted help with processing a security equipment application for a Huaxia security company, allowing that company to legally possess potassium transport vehicles, unconventional weapons, and other such procedures near the mining field.
Generous.
But the matter was sensitive.
Waite had no choice but to consult his own country’s intelligence department and then ask around to finally gain a clearer understanding of Black Prison. Only then did their first cooperation take place.
His impression of Black Prison was only one thing.
That was very formidable.
Extremely formidable.
At least in the field he understood so far, they were quite influential, not only operating some industries themselves but also undertaking tasks such as disaster relief for others and maintaining normal order, actively involved in various provinces of Congo Gold.
By charging certain fees.
They helped some companies resolve regional troubles or coordinate interests with local forces. With the involvement of Black Prison, Waite found that there were far fewer local conflicts of interest, especially between mine owners and local tribes.
As long as Black Prison participated, the production in that area would stabilize.
Up to people like him.
Down to the various armed groups and underworld forces.
Black Prison had very strong deterrent power.
Where that deterrent power came from, Waite knew very clearly.
It was fought for, now alive are truly not many of those who had crossed them. Although they were newly established, Black Prison had already become an existence feared by the underworld forces in Congo Gold.
It was also because Black Prison was rather rule-abiding, never getting involved in messy businesses such as weapons, contraband, violent crimes, etc. They always acted mainly as an interest mediator, and that’s why Waite dared to get to know them.
Now Black Prison was at his door.
Offering help.
Waite believed it half.
In terms of intelligence, he felt he simply couldn’t compare to Black Prison, and suddenly, Waite saw a glimmer of hope.
"Mr. Lance, do you know what troubles I’ve encountered?" Waite asked in return.
"Of course, your news is on TV every day. It would be hard not to know. It’s also because we are friends, seeing a friend in trouble like this, we want to exert our strength, can’t let the bad guys succeed," Lance said with a smile.
Waite stared at Lance’s face.
And gradually became serious.
"Then tell me, how do you plan to help me out of these troubles," Waite asked.
Lance smiled, "To solve a problem, first you need to find its source. All problems have a source; cut off the source, and everything will be resolved effortlessly. The source of your trouble these days is not Moi, but one of the candidates."
"Who?" Waite asked urgently.
"Bo Man."
Lance said indifferently.
"Bo Man? Mr. Lance, on what grounds do you say this? Do you have evidence?" Waite pondered. This matter could not be taken lightly; if he targeted the wrong person, it wouldn’t be a joke. Bo Man was no small character.
"Of course, there’s evidence."
After saying so.
Lance handed over a USB drive.
Waite, still skeptical, inserted it into the computer and opened the only file inside. Waite noticed its size, a whopping three gigs, containing not only text documents but also a plethora of videos and recordings.
He opened a document titled ’Total Plan.’
Waite began to read it carefully.
The more he read, the more alarmed he became.
The information revealed.
In the year 2001.
Bo Man had actually begun planning his rise to power, extensively connecting with both the lawful and the underworld forces in the provinces of Congo Gold and systematically infiltrating various departments of the Government of Democratic Republic of the Congo.
Through bribery, promotion, and placements, he established a network centered around him. However, these individuals were unaware of Bo Man’s plans at the time, simply thinking that Bo Man was merely currying favor with them.
Over the years, Bo Man conducted his affairs with extreme discretion, but behind the scenes, he was incredibly active. The list of names and subsequent positions listed above left Waite feeling terrified and his skin crawling.
Because Bo Man’s people surrounded them, half of Moi’s secretariat staff were Bo Man’s people, quite frightening indeed. Over the years, all of Bo Man’s actions paved the way for his recent plans.
Just two weeks ago, Bo Man’s people approached the contractor for the dam and initiated the final phase of the entire plan. They bribed the contractor, used explosives to destroy the dam, and then pinned the blame on Fuloz.
Under the guise of investigation, the Supreme Court sealed off the dam, mainly to clear the evidence of the destruction caused by the explosion, making it look like the quality was substandard. Just a few more days, and the evidence would be cleared up and fabricated completely.
By then, it would be time for Fuloz’s official judgment, and that would mark the final stage of his and Moi’s struggle, where both were about to ’perish together’.
Within the documents.
There was not only the list of all Bo Man’s subordinates.
But also evidence of Bo Man bribing them, including bank transaction records, meeting notes, videos, and call logs, messy but comprehensive, without the slightest discrepancy.
Thinking that the roundup would begin in a few days.
Waite felt a jolt of alarm.
No, something wasn’t right.
He remembered something. The documents mentioned that there were bugging devices in his office, not just one. If that was the case, wouldn’t their current conversation be transmitted back?
"Mr. Lance, there are bugs in my office, our recent conversation..." Waite whispered.
Lance smiled.
He shook a device in his hand.
"I’ve already interfered with the bugging devices here. They won’t know. As for the location of the bugs, that’s not important. What’s important is how to achieve victory with the least cost. Now is not the time to startle the snake."
Waite looked at the device in Lance’s hand and believed him. What else could he do?
"I know Mr. Waite still doubts the credibility of the information. Do your best to obtain evidence. As for how to do it, we should not get too involved. You must have your own ways to confirm and resolve the matter. I shall take my leave now," Lance said, rising with a smile.
"Well, then, if it’s true, I believe our relationship will further improve," Waite wanted to say something else but ended up saying nothing at all. It was indeed a matter he had to decide on his own.
The affairs of state.
It was somewhat farcical to discuss such matters with a representative of a mysterious organization.
He needed to verify the information in the documents; once confirmed, a person like Bo Man wouldn’t be able to cause trouble.
"Alright, if you need help, you can call me, the same old number. It’s best to use a mobile phone, as your landline is being monitored. Once I leave, the monitoring devices here will resume normal operation," Lance advised.
"I understand, thank you," Waite said earnestly.
"We’re friends, aren’t we?" Lance emphasized the word "friends" in his tone.
"Right, we are friends," Waite replied with a smile on his face while his mind regained its composure. Given his position, the word "friend" was only about interests to him.
The gratitude he felt slowly dissipated.
Because Lance was reminding him, it was a transaction.
If the Underworld Forces were helping him this time, it certainly wasn’t for nothing. Afterward, there would definitely be demands, but Waite no longer cared. As long as he could win and move up the ladder, he would agree to anything that wasn’t excessively overbearing.
The fighter had left.
But the lights at Waite’s home remained on until late into the night.
...
At the same time.
Tang Qing had also received news.
The fighter had delivered the ’documents.’
The rest was up to Waite. Conspiracies, once exposed, fade like vampires in the sunlight, slowly emitting black smoke until they are scorched to death.
Unless the vampire is quite formidable, like some Prince or Blood Emperor.
Unfortunately.
Compared to Waite, who now held irrefutable evidence, Bo Man the ’vampire’ stood no chance. As long as Waite wasn’t foolish and had grasped all the key points of Bo Man’s entire plan, it would be odd if he didn’t drive Bo Man insane.
He would just sit back and enjoy the show.
Moi was still in the dark at the moment, but as soon as Waite took action, pointed the finger elsewhere, and communicated with Moi, everything would become very simple— as easy as drinking water.