Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 727: Extreme Happiness Turns into Sorrow_1

Chapter 727: Chapter 727: Extreme Happiness Turns into Sorrow_1

As he stepped out of the room, Bryce instructed two soldiers, "Lock the door, do not allow anyone to enter or leave!"

Having said that, he led the remaining soldiers downstairs into the courtyard, planning to leave the President’s Mansion and head to the TV station.

The entire President’s Mansion was now under the control of Bryce and his men. Some had initially wanted to resist, but after several of them were killed by indiscriminate gunfire, the rest calmed down.

Now they were all confined in a large meeting room, under the watch of soldiers, awaiting their fate.

Bryce wasn’t the type to kill indiscriminately, as he understood that in Burkina Faso, there were not many people with high education and intelligence.

The staff inside the President’s Mansion were essentially the "elite".

He would need these people to assist him in governing once he took power, so naturally, he couldn’t kill them all.

...

Meanwhile, as Bryce took action in the capital, Moomoo was awakened by the old chieftain.

"Bryce has already taken action. I just received the latest news, they have seized control of the situation. Let’s go to the living room to watch TV. Soon, Bryce will give a TV speech and announce that Kombore is stepping down due to health problems and that he, Bryce, will temporarily take over the President’s Mansion..."

The old chieftain quickly briefed him on the situation.

Moomoo was taken aback, not expecting Bryce to be so audacious as to complete this operation solo without seeking assistance from anyone else.

It seemed that he along with the other tribal armed forces and the old chieftain were merely for show and didn’t make any real contributions.

Of course, this could also be because Bryce didn’t trust these tribal chieftains. If he had let all these tribal armed forces into the capital, who knew what kind of chaos they would have caused.

So, he simply used his own forces, asking these tribal armed forces to standby outside the capital until he had full control of the situation before letting them into the capital.

By then, even if some tribal chieftains had any secret schemes, they probably wouldn’t dare to make hasty moves.

Many people were willing to "fish in troubled waters", but very few dared to stick their necks out and shoulder the burden alone!

"So do we... have to go to the capital tomorrow? Or continue to wait for a notice?" Moomoo asked in a daze.

He was still in a daze and his mind was not yet fully awake.

"Haha, just wait for Bryce’s call. I guess tomorrow we should be asked to go. There will be a big conference then, where we the participating tribal chieftains, will sit down with Bryce and discuss how to distribute interests.

Everyone supports him for this reason alone."

The old chieftain said with a full grin on his face.

In this coup, besides Bryce, he would be the one benefiting the most!

After all, he had put in a considerable amount of effort, running around and pulling many tribal chieftains over for Bryce.

As for people like Moomoo, they would certainly benefit, but not much.

After all, they didn’t put in much effort, but merely indicated their position verbally.

However, after interacting with him for the past two days, the old chieftain felt the need to maintain a good relationship with Moomoo in the future, as Moomoo didn’t hesitate to spend money when it came to tribal armed forces!

Looking at the situation, Moomoo’s tribe should be the strongest tribal armed force in Burkina Faso in the future.

This was a great "battle hand", and should be drawn in.

...

Moomoo and the old chieftain sat in the living room, turned on the TV and waited to watch Bryce’s TV speech.

But at the moment there was nothing on TV, just "snow". The two casually chatted, mainly discussing what conditions they should propose at the Tribal Chieftain Joint Meeting tomorrow.

Meanwhile, on the streets of the capital, Bryce’s convoy was rushing towards the National TV station.

As he already had control of the situation, he was no longer cautious. His headlights were on as he pressed down the gas pedal, and the car roared forward.

Bryce, seated in the middle of a Toyota Land Cruiser, was on the phone with someone.

He was inquiring about the situations on the other two fronts.

Based on the reports from his subordinates, everything seemed to run smoothly. It was a case of the prepared taking advantage of those who were unprepared.

In addition to the President’s Mansion Guard within the capital, there were hardly any other armed forces.

So, after the operation commenced, all three fronts encountered little substantial resistance.

In fact, Bryce did not have full control over the entire President’s Mansion Guard. The forces he mobilized that night only numbered about three hundred.

These were the subordinates he absolutely trusted. As for the rest of the guards, he was not confident about them.

Like the guards in front of the President’s Mansion, besides the team leader, the other guards had no knowledge of the situation.

But this didn’t affect anything, since the remaining guards in the mansion were leaderless.

Besides Bryce, another deputy commander in the guard had some prestige. He was usually mediocre in his relationship with Bryce but closer to Kombore. But at the first moment of tonight’s operation, Bryce had sent someone to eliminate him!

Therefore, now in the guard, no one had the ability to stand up and rally the others to resist Bryce.

...

After hanging up the phone, Bryce felt that everything was going too smoothly!

This coup seemed to be easier than he had imagined. To be honest, he was feeling a little regretful.

He didn’t regret taking action but regretted not taking action earlier...

If he’d known it was this easy, he should have taken action three years ago, no, five years ago!

Then, by now, he wouldn’t be "Commander Bryce", but "Honorable General Bryce"...

But what’s good about being late? Anyway, he has achieved his wish.

From a street scoundrel who couldn’t even afford shoes, he had relied on himself and gradually made it to today.

After the TV speech and tomorrow’s tribal chieftain joint conference, he will be the legitimate new General!

Thinking about this, Bryce couldn’t help humming a tune.

...

As they were about to reach the entrance of the TV station, the driver slowed down, and the roar of the engine diminished.

Bryce suddenly heard a "beeping" sound coming from somewhere in the car. The sound was getting louder and more rapid.

He felt uneasy, sensing that something was not right, and asked urgently: "What’s that sound?! Can you hear it too?"

The aide-de-camp, who was sitting in the co-driver’s seat, turned around in a daze and said: "Boss, are you talking about the ’beep’ sound? I thought it was your phone ringing. It seems... that the sound is coming from under your seat."

Bryce bent over and listened; the sound was indeed coming from under his seat.

Moreover, in the dark car interior, he saw that there was a red light flashing rapidly under his seat.

As a thought flashed through his mind, Bryce’s pupils dilated rapidly. He exclaimed in panic:

"Not good! It’s a bomb..."