Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 725 Your Time Has Passed_1

Chapter 725: Chapter 725 Your Time Has Passed_1

After all, he was still too young, and moreover being in charge for the first time for such a big thing, Mumu couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.

He also felt a bit uneasy in front of the old tribal chief. Faced with the old chief’s admiration, he didn’t know what to say.

He could only change the subject to: "Have the other chiefs arrived yet? When do we take action, or do we just wait as is?"

Mumu still didn’t know what the detailed plan for the capital’s "unrest" was.

Of course, he wasn’t a key figure in this operation, so the top secret wouldn’t be disclosed to him in advance.

Mumu and his tribe’s role in this chaos was merely supporting, just to make up the numbers!

The old tribal chief was a core figure and was the visible figure behind the "links". So not only did he know the specific plan, but he was also the one who helped create it.

It could be said that this coup was conspired and planned by both Blaise and the old tribal chief!

It was not his tribal armed forces that they relied on...

But rather, Blaise valued the old tribal chief’s significant domestic influence and extensive contacts.

Launching a coup was easy, but it was difficult to stabilize the situation quickly thereafter and prevent chaos within the country.

This was exactly the old chief’s forte.

Upon hearing Mumu’s question, he responded with a slight smile,

"Don’t worry, you guys aren’t needed for action. All you need to do is follow me to the capital after the success of the operation and publicly voice support for Blaise.

Of course, your tribal armed forces do look quite impressive, exceeding my expectations.

At that time, you can bring the team into the capital to perform guard duties. They would serve to make a good show."

In short, the only thing they could do is "wait"!

So, Mumu could only wait patiently.

However, he didn’t have to wait long. Two nights later, just as Mumu was about to go to sleep, he heard a "bang, bang, bang" at the door.

The old tribal chief excitedly called from outside: "Get up quickly, it’s time to take action!"

...

Late on the night of March 15, in Ouagadougou, the capital of Burkina Faso.

The streets were pitch black as the city had no street lights and not many evening activities, so at this time it was almost deserted.

Of course, the wealthy area in the city center was brightly lit, the electricity supply was assured there.

Outside the President’s Mansion, several armed guards were standing. There was a white searchlight on each side of the gate, illuminating the surroundings.

The team leader of the guards checked the time and turned to the other guards and said, "Let’s change shifts early today. You guys go back and rest. I’ll wait for the relief."

The other guards didn’t mind and were ready to leave, laughing.

One guard was curious and asked, "Captain, why are we changing shifts early today? Are you okay being left alone?"

The team leader waved his hand impatiently, "What could go wrong? Just go when I tell you to. Stop asking so many questions!"

The guard dared not speak any more and they all left together.

The shifting duty of the guards at such places shouldn’t be so "casual", but it depended on the country...

Similar incidents had already happened more than once or twice.

If everyone was part of the President’s Mansion Guards, swapping shifts could be sorted out with a simple heads-up. No one cared about such things.

Watching the guards leave, the team leader took out his mobile phone and quickly dialed a number.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he simply said, "It’s all sorted. Come over," and hung up.

In less than a minute, a fleet of cars could be seen approaching from a distance.

What was strange was that none of the vehicles in the fleet had their lights on and their speed wasn’t fast as if they didn’t want to draw attention.

The vehicles in the fleet were all well-used off-road vehicles and pickups of sorts.

The fleet quickly approached the gate of the President’s Mansion.

The team leader opened the big iron gate and the vehicles silently "glided" into the President’s Mansion...

...

Inside the President’s Mansion, Kombore had already gone to bed, but hadn’t fallen asleep.

He hadn’t slept well in the past two days, finding it difficult to fall asleep and waking up suddenly even if he did manage to sleep.

What was even stranger was that his eyelids kept twitching.

Just as he was about to fall asleep in a daze, Kombore heard a clamor from outside. It sounded like someone was running and shouting.

He sat up with a start, pricking his ears to understand what was happening.

Suddenly there was a "bang" noise from the corridor not far away.

Kombore broke out in a cold sweat. He recognized the sound—it was a gunshot!

At the same time, there were cries of alarm and wailing of his servants and secretaries.

He didn’t need to think much. Kombore had this kind of experience before!

He knew that the worst-case scenario had probably occurred...

Reaching under the pillow for a handgun, Kombore got out of bed, crouched and went to the window to see what was happening outside.

But before he could poke his head out and see clearly, he heard a chaotic sound of footsteps outside the door, followed by a "crash", the bedroom door was kicked open.

Just as he was turning his head, before he could even raise his gun, two bright lights shone on him. His eyes were almost blinded and he couldn’t see anything...

Before he could adjust, his wrist hurt and he was disarmed.

A person stood in front of him. He couldn’t see who it was, but the voice was familiar.

"Ha-ha, Mr. President, in quite a disheveled state, aren’t we? Holding this little toy, were you planning to resist? Kombore, it’s been many years since you last held a gun. Can you even pull the trigger?"

It was Blaise’s voice!

...

Now that the most dreaded thing had happened, Kombore was no longer panicked.

He blinked a couple of times slowly adapting to the light in the room, mainly because the two bright lights were turned off and the chandelier was switched on.

Kombore finally got a clear sight of the situation.

Blaise, clad in a military uniform, was standing in front of him, and behind him were several fully armed soldiers—probably his trusted men.

All of them were holding submachine guns, their dark muzzles pointed at him.

Kombore shook his head and asked sorrowfully, "Blaise, haven’t I treated you well enough? Why did you have to betray me?"

Blaise gave a cold smile, "Kombore, don’t think your few favours make me obediently be your lackey for a lifetime! You should be content with having stayed in power for 20 years. Your time is up, you’re old. Henceforth, Burkina Faso will be mine!"

Realizing the severity of the situation, Kombore knew he couldn’t dream of the Presidency anymore. The most important thing for now was how to save his life!

Of course, it would be even better if he could keep the wealth he had accumulated over the years, safely leave Burkina Faso and live as a rich man abroad......