Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 733: The Guest Becomes the Master_1

Chapter 733: Chapter 733: The Guest Becomes the Master_1

However, as the helicopters and light armored cars drew nearer, they were both stunned to discover the tribal flags fluttering on the armored cars.

One of the flags was very familiar; it belonged to a large tribe near the capital.

The old chieftain of that tribe was one of the core figures in this coup.

Could these be the tribal armed forces of the old chieftain!

If so, they would need to re-evaluate him, because this cunning old fox concealed such a formidable armed force capable of toppling the entire Burkina Faso. His ambitions were grand indeed...

As for the guards behind them, their reactions were even more considerable.

Some of the more astute ones had already sneaked back into the President’s Mansion.

Because if an actual fight broke out, those standing at the front would most likely perish!

The so-called elite of the President’s Mansion Guard were only superior depending on who they were compared to.

Against the tribal armed forces, they were indeed an elite force.

But compared to a fully mechanized modern force like this one, the President’s Mansion Guard was nothing but riff-raff...

......

The vehicle carrying Petrov, the old chieftain, and Mumu, came to a stop at the forefront.

In full view, the car door opened, and the old chieftain and Mumu alighted.

Following behind them was a middle-aged man dressed in a camouflage uniform. His features were unclear, but he was clearly not a local and appeared to be a foreigner.

Following that, a row of armored cars came to a halt. Accompanied by the "thud, thud, thud" of heavy doors opening, Mumu’s five hundred tribal armed forces leaped out of the cars and, under the command of the instructors, promptly formed ranks.

As for the helicopters in the sky, they didn’t land but hovered over a vacant lot.

Then lines of rope ladders were thrown down; one could see squads of soldiers dressed as special forces swiftly descending from the sky!

In the blink of an eye, there were almost a thousand additional soldiers on the empty ground in front of the President’s Mansion.

Be it the numbers, equipment, or the aura, they simply bulldozed the two to three hundred men of the President’s Mansion Guard...

......

After exiting the vehicle, the old chieftain casually dusted off the non-existent dust on his clothes, waiting for the forces behind to form their ranks. He turned to look and nodded in satisfaction only after the troops were assembled.

He sauntered over to Blaise’s two assistants, who he was relatively familiar with.

During prior discussion with Blaise, these two assistants were often present.

"A Guo, Yugo, you two have been working hard.

Have all the chieftains arrived yet?

Oh, they haven’t arrived yet? Then Mumu and I will go ahead. When they arrive, you can proceed straight to the large conference hall on the first floor for the meeting.

As for these brothers under you, they’ve been hard at work for most of the night and must be exhausted. Let them disperse and rest.

The work from here on will be taken over by my men.

We have over eight hundred men here, with a few hundred more on the way. We have enough manpower, haha..."

The old chieftain spoke from a position of superiority, taking over as the host.

He treated the two assistants as subordinates and issued orders to them.

And it felt very natural, not forced in the least. It was as if he was the one directing this coup and that the two assistants were merely his helpers.

As for Blaise, he was out of the picture and hence, he wasn’t mentioned!

If not for the strong soldiers standing behind the old chieftain, the two assistants would have probably drawn their weapons and fired a volley at him!

However, the sight of the helicopters still circling in the sky and the machine guns on the light armored cars, which were pointed this way on purpose, made them lose their nerve.

Especially the two to three hundred special forces equipped soldiers who descended from the helicopters...

The two instantly backed down.

They weren’t stupid. Everyone understood the situation.

Kombore had been confined, and Blaise had mysteriously vanished. The capital was like a massive powder keg at the moment!

A single spark was all it would take to shred many people into pieces!

Initially, excluding themselves, even if there was a "spark", those who would perish were supposed to be others; they were the ones who were supposed to be in control.

But now, a huge variable has emerged!

This old chieftain, without anyone noticing, brought such a formidable force that he instantly became the real dominant power.

......

Swallowing his saliva, one of the assistants asked with a smile, "Old Chieftain, are these...all troops of your tribe? When were they formed? We never heard of them before. If you had informed Blaise earlier..."

The old chieftain waved his hand, saying casually, "No, no, don’t misunderstand. My troops haven’t arrived yet. These..."

He pointed at the thick mass of soldiers who had alighted from the armored troop carriers and said, "These are the tribal armed forces of Chieftain Mumu. Oh, let me introduce, this is Mumu, the tribal chieftain of XX state of the Tutsi Tribe. As for those..."

Now pointing at the soldiers who had descended from the helicopters, he continued, "They are Mumu’s business partners, a foreign mercenary company."

Only then did the two assistants understand where this mysterious force came from.

However, this revelation left them even more astounded, because this "Chieftain Mumu" appeared to be just in his twenties, and they had never heard of him before.

His tribe wasn’t a major one either; it wouldn’t rank highly within the country.

How did he suddenly pull together such a powerful armed force?

As for the foreign mercenary company...

They were both veterans of the business, but they had never heard of any mercenary company so powerful before!

Whether they believed it or not, the facts were in front of them. Now they had to consider how to handle the upcoming situation.

The old chieftain’s demeanor had already made it clear that they were merely supporting roles in the upcoming affairs. Making decisions, let alone controlling the capital, was not up to them anymore.

The responsibility was to be handed over to the old chieftain and the forces that Mumu had brought with him.

Honestly, if they felt even slightly confident, both would like to turn the tables.

Oh, so they took the risk and worked through the night only to have you swoop in at the last minute and reap the benefits?

However, after pondering for a long while, neither of them dared to utter a word of refusal...

"Well... alright then, handing it over to you, Old Chieftain, indeed relieved us. The other tribal chieftains will arrive soon, we’ll meet them at the entrance and then go to the meeting together."

......

There was no negotiation at all. The old chieftain and Mumu took control of the situation upon arrival.

As the guards in front of the President’s Mansion dispersed, Petrov waved his hand, and Wagner’s Security company took over the entire task of guarding the President’s Mansion.

As for the confined Kombore, he naturally fell into the hands of Wagner.