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Chapter 917: Chapter 802: Counterattack (Subscribe Please!)
Congo Gold.
Eastern Province.
At Bo Man’s home.
The huge chandelier made the living room as bright as day.
Bo Man was celebrating with a few partners.
These were the core members of the enormous plan, and only they knew the details of the operation. After all, Bo Man couldn’t possibly do everything himself; all tasks were managed with the help of these few individuals.
As of today.
The plan had achieved a phase of victory.
They gathered together, celebrating the eve of their ultimate victory for the last time.
Bo Man raised his glass with a smile, "Cheers, for the final victory, we will surely win."
"Haha, of course, now both Moi and Waite are in complete disarray. Just give it a few more days, and they will have no chance of recovering. The other candidates are not as far-sighted as you," a chubby black man laughed heartily.
"Exactly, they think they have a chance, dreaming," Bo Man’s son laughed sinisterly.
"..."
A round of praises went around.
"Clang."
After clinking glasses.
Everyone drank up.
Then it was a frenzy.
Wine.
Food.
Women.
Bo Man had arranged everything properly.
A joyful night.
Thinking about the good life ahead, with power in hand, everyone was vigorous, battling two or even three at a time. Meanwhile, in their merriment, they were unaware that everything was being recorded.
...
The next day.
Early morning.
Bo Man hadn’t even finished his breakfast.
A shocking phone call came.
"Bad news, the Congo Gold Military has taken over the dam under the pretense of searching for spies. All personnel of the Supreme Court have been detained, and the final sweep wasn’t completed,"
It was the big boss of the Supreme Court of Congo Gold, who spoke in an anxious tone. The dam was crucial, the originating issue for everything. If something went wrong, it could mean total loss.
"What? When did this happen?" Bo Man stood up in panic.
"An hour ago. Think of something fast, I can’t organize the military from here." Though the Supreme Court didn’t fear the President, they couldn’t interfere with military actions. Previously, this was just a civil case, and they weren’t afraid of Moi deploying soldiers.
But now, under the pretext of spying, the military had forcefully arrested people at the dam and blocked the surrounding area.
And the Supreme Court was utterly powerless.
"I understand, I’ll make a call first," Bo Man forced himself to calm down, swearing inside, "Dammit, it’s been an hour and you just call me now, why don’t you just die."
"Okay."
After hanging up.
Bo Man couldn’t think about anything else.
He made another call to a high-ranking officer of the Congo Gold Military he knew.
"Mr. Lille, your people have blocked the dam, are you aware of this?" Bo Man asked urgently.
A sound of surprise came from the other end.
"What, the dam has been blocked? When did this happen?"
Bo Man immediately explained, "Just an hour ago, claiming it was to arrest spies. I suspect it was Moi’s doing; he’s become suspicious of the dam. Can you find the officer in charge of this operation and see how things have progressed?"
Lille immediately responded, "Okay, I understand. I will contact them immediately. Give me ten minutes."
"Thank you, please do," Lille was one of the highest-ranking individuals among his partners. Bo Man had promised that after this, he would promote Lille to the rank of the highest military officer, second only to the President, in name.
After hanging up.
Bo Man paced back and forth in the room.
No matter how he looked at it, this affair had been well-prepared.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t have caused such a big scene; it seemed the Dam’s issue was about to be exposed, but as long as the big BOSS at the Supreme Court kept quiet, it wouldn’t implicate him.
There was a plan.
There would naturally be backup plans and emergency handling measures.
If one link failed, there must be an alternative plan to replace it and, at the same time, exclude himself from blame. Therefore, Bo Man was just a bit panicked but not terrified, and he wasn’t afraid of them overturning the case for Fuloz.
Ten minutes later.
The phone rang.
"Mr. Lille, how is it going?" Bo Man quickly answered.
At this moment, Lille’s tone was very serious, "Bo Man, this matter is a bit complicated. They have already obtained evidence that the Dam collapse was not due to quality issues, and they have arrested a lot of people. The news has also been relayed to Moi, and I’m unable to intercept or stop it."
"Hiss," Bo Man took a deep breath.
The situation was beyond salvage.
It looked like he could only sacrifice some people now.
"I understand, thank you for the reminder, I will take care of it. Please let me know immediately if there’s any new information," Bo Man said.
"Okay," Lille agreed.
Lille hung up the phone.
With a helpless expression, he murmured, "Bo Man, the issue has been exposed. Waite knows everything, there’s nothing I can do. If anyone is to blame, it’s you for not keeping things confidential. Now, it seems Waite will be the final victor, and I must switch sides again."
In the early morning.
He was awakened by a call from Waite.
On the phone.
Waite not only told him about his conditions for cooperation with Bo Man but even knew details about recent events that Lille had not been aware of.
Lille was a man who understood the times.
A conspiracy, once brought to light, becomes a joke.
Naturally, Lille would follow the victor.
"Mr. Lille, it’s time for the meeting," the Secretary knocked on the door and walked in.
"Okay."
Lille stood up.
He knew.
This meeting.
Would spell bad news for many. Waite’s provided list was so detailed it even scared him, a senior official who was unaware of how many in the Military were connected to Bo Man — yet Waite was well-informed.
He gave them a list.
They had to act accordingly.
Thus.
They could only act accordingly, often adopting a strategy of arresting major figures and letting smaller ones go, but this time Waite was doing the opposite, somewhat irrational. Yet Lille could think of a reason: Waite was starting to layout his plans in the Military now.
...
In the following days.
The direction of public opinion still had not shifted.
But Bo Man felt increasingly uneasy.
Because Moi and Waite’s private actions simply wouldn’t stop. Just in these few days, at least a hundred people involved in the plan had been arrested. This had not been reflected in the media, and it seemed like Moi and Waite were still in a losing position in public opinion.
Only insiders knew.
Both were genuinely jeopardized by a third party this time.
Now collaborating in retaliation, up to this point, except for a few, others were unaware it was Bo Man. Neither Waite nor Moi had openly challenged Bo Man yet, but their actions were undiminished.
There was a wide range of human resources adjustments.
The involvement wasn’t just limited to the Congo Gold’s government departments or the military; certain underworld forces, organizations, and tribes were also on the list and received stern warnings from the Presidential Office.
However, the content of the warning was laughable; it was about taking precautions against heatstroke in summer.
The wise quickly realized the exposure and hurriedly restrained their tribal descendants in various departments, to avoid being purged by Waite and Moi due to ignorance. The situation had changed; fence sitters naturally knew how to sway with the wind.
