Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 730: Divine Weapon Descends from Heaven_1

Chapter 730: Chapter 730: Divine Weapon Descends from Heaven_1

No sooner had the helicopter landed than a squad of soldiers quickly jumped out of the open cabin door.

Fifteen helicopters, each carrying a dozen or more soldiers, added up to a total of just over two hundred people.

The number wasn’t large, but the moment this group quickly formed a line, their intimidating presence overshadowed the mishmash crowd of the Old Chief’s few hundred soldiers not far away. Even Momo’s tribal armed forces seemed feeble by comparison.

Initially, in front of the Old Chief’s rag-tag group, Momo’s tribal armed forces seemed pretty formidable.

But when the real elites appeared, the Old Chief realized what "elite soldiers" truly were!

The soldiers from Wagner who came down from the helicopters were all well over six feet tall, with robust body-builds, clearly not to be trifucked with.

But these were secondary points. What was even more striking was their gear.

All personnel were sporting the same camo bulletproof helmets, combat uniforms of identical color, and even all of them were equipped with bulletproof vests!

Underneath the bulletproof helmets were black balaclavas that covered all the way to their necks, revealing only their eyes.

Black combat boots, even their hands were covered with tactical gloves!

Each person was holding an AKS-74U Short Assault Rifle in their arms.

Honestly, the Old Chief had only seen such soldiers in TV...

When Special Forces of Europe and the United States made their appearance, they would be kitted out just like this.

In Burkina Faso, even the President’s Mansion Guard lacked such equipment!

Let alone the mentioned tribal armed forces.

And behind these elites, the large row of heavy helicopters and light armored vehicles added a chilling atmosphere to the scene.

The Old Chief was terrified, watching the scene before him, swallowed hard, and quietly asked Momo, "Are... are you sure these are from a security company, not some country’s special forces?"

Seeing the grand operation Petrov had brought out, Momo was a bit excited. With such a powerful "ally" supporting him, how could anything not go as planned?

He gave a proud nod, "Yes, this is Wagner Security Company, and also my best friend! With friends like these to help, wouldn’t we be able to hold the situation in the capital?"

The Old chief nodded awkwardly, some things he dared not say out loud.

With such a powerful armed force, it’s not just about controlling the situation. Even if Blaise were still alive, with Momo’s five hundred tribal armed forces and these elites added together, they could capture the capital...

The tribal "beggars" and scattered fighters of the President’s Mansion Guard force, what could they use to resist such an elite steel wave?

These so-called mercenaries, they were a dimension reduction attack in themselves!

...

This operation was personally led by Petrov.

Because what follows involved entering the capital and negotiations with the Joint Chiefs, these complex tasks were too much for Momo to handle.

Only after the soldiers had formed their lines did Petrov jump down from the helicopter.

He strode up to Momo and the Old Chief and said coldly: "Chief Momo, I have arrived!"

He had briefly gone over the plan with Momo on the phone earlier, so there was no need to say much now.

After all, he would accompany Momo to the capital, participate in the upcoming events, and offer his advice whenever needed.

Momo quickly nodded, "With you here, I can rest easy. Why don’t we rest a bit before making our way to the capital?"

Petrov shook his head, "There’s no need to rest now. The distance isn’t far and time is tight. We should head to the capital immediately."

At a time like this, who would have time to rest?

The situation was complicated and changing rapidly!

The capital’s situation was probably a mess by now, the surface may seem calm as it was still controlled by the coup’s guard force.

But underneath, there were definitely huge waves in the making, with many people scheming something.

Even though Petrov was leading the Wagner Company’s elite force, with overwhelming advantage in weapon and equipment, they still couldn’t afford to be careless.

It wasn’t that they were afraid they wouldn’t be able to handle the troublemakers, but they feared being forced to start a massacre, that wouldn’t bode well for international impact.

It might even attract the attention of the major powers beyond their borders.

Therefore, Petrov’s plan was to cut the Gordian knot.

They were to pacify the situation before everyone, especially the foreign major powers, turned their attention here.

A smooth transition of power, getting most of Burkina Faso’s tribal chiefs’ recognition for Momo.

In that case, even if some foreign major powers tried to interfere, they would have no excuse to do so.

...

The Old Chief stood on the side, feeling awkward.

This was originally his territory. He was a senior to Momo, so he had always had the initiative.

Momo always followed his command.

But ever since the arrival of this strong mercenary army, even though the leader, Petrov, had not done anything yet, the Old Chief was already feeling guilty.

He even felt he was suddenly reduced to a supporting role with nothing to say...

He felt uncomfortable with this, but was helpless and didn’t dare to express it.

Hearing the two of them talking about heading to the capital, he finally found an opportunity to insert himself into the conversation and hurriedly said, "I have already spoken with the other chiefs. We will all head to the capital tonight and rendezvous at the President’s Mansion. We will convene the Joint Chieftain Meeting immediately after meeting including the two assistants of Blaise. We’ll draft a charter after discussing it together, and then we could release a nationwide television announcement tomorrow morning. During the day tomorrow, we will divide the work according to our roles, everyone will be responsible for stabilizing the situation."

Clearly, the Joint Chieftain Meeting that was about to be convened had mainly two purposes.

First, immediately elect a leader to guide everyone through the coup.

Secondly, of course, was the division of interests.

Now that Blaise was gone, the previously agreed division of interests needed to be renegotiated.

But, it was easy to negotiate. It was just bargaining on the original basis. If you get a bit more, I’ll get a bit less.

...

Momo turned towards Petrov, preparing to listen to what he had to say.

Ever since Petrov arrived, Momo finally found his backbone.

Compared to the Old Chief, Momo undoubtedly trusted Petrov more.

Because he had cooperated with Petrov for so long, if it were not for Petrov’s help in the beginning, maybe his tribe’s territory would have been gone, let alone having what he has today.

In comparison, Petrov would never harm him, but the same couldn’t be said about the Old chief...

Petrov didn’t hesitate and said directly, "Then let’s move out! Conveniently, your troops can ride in the armored troop carriers. Those vehicles are empty and were prepared for your troops. As for your soldiers..."

When he said this, he turned to look at the Old Chief.