Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 993 - 896 Joint Operation Begins_2

Chapter 993: Chapter 896 Joint Operation Begins_2

And it’s remittance...

Could it be that they were expected to shell out their own money?!

The senior student quickly explained:

"Don’t jump to conclusions, you won’t have to pay a penny!

It’s just a matter of signing your name.

Well, it’s kind of complicated to explain, but here’s the thing, we, students studying abroad, have a certain annual quota to remit US dollars out of Russia.

But you all know we’re broke; at most, we can only earn a bit of pocket money from part-time jobs, so it’s impossible for us to have a large amount of foreign exchange to send out.

So this remittance quota would simply go to waste.

Now, someone wants to use our quota to remit money, and it’s completely legal.

This fifty US dollars is a token for your trouble because we can’t have you come all this way for nothing.

With this explanation, do you all understand?"

Including Ruan Dayong, everyone suddenly realized, so that’s how it is!

Well, that’s understandable.

It’s just that someone wants to use the identities of students studying abroad to make remittances, and since it’s done through a regular bank, it must be legal and aboveboard.

Of course, they couldn’t possibly use everyone’s identity and remittance quota for free, so each person would get fifty US dollars for their trouble.

It’s only fair!

However, they were after all students still in their preparatory year, young and simple in their thinking.

None of them considered the deeper issue.

And that is, exploiting loopholes in the rules to transfer large amounts of money abroad, is such a thing really legal...

Having cleared up the "doubts" of the younger students, the senior continued to lead the group forward, having agreed on a time with someone, they couldn’t be late!

If they didn’t do well the first time they were helping someone out, how would they get work from there in the future?

What he didn’t tell the juniors was that the reason he was so eager to bring them to earn extra money was that he had his own benefits too!

Just for the "referral fee," he could get fifty US dollars for every person he brought to sign, each time!

In other words, the price offered by the other party was one hundred US dollars per person, per time...

This guy was really greedy, keeping half for himself!

...

A couple of minutes’ walk brought them to their destination.

The street was a bit secluded, and with December upon them, the sky was sprinkled with large snowflakes, and a biting wind howled, leaving the streets even more deserted.

On the side of the street, there was a common foreign exchange outlet with two big guys holding submachine guns standing at the entrance.

This was also quite typical, after all, foreign exchange outlets contain a lot of cash, and they could be easily robbed if security measures weren’t adequate!

The senior approached the foreign exchange window, not to exchange currency, but to speak a few words inside.

The walkie-talkie pinned to the chest of the big guys holding submachine guns crackled to life, someone said something.

After listening, the security personnel waved at the senior, indicating him to follow.

He pulled open an inconspicuous door next to the exchange point, revealing darkness inside.

From the outside, this door appeared to be an ordinary wooden one, but upon opening, they found that besides the outer layer of wood, the interior was all made of steel!

Moreover, what lay inside wasn’t a room, but a corridor leading underground, dimly lit by faint light.

Ruan Dayong and the others stretched their necks to peer inside, hesitating about whether to follow.

The senior, who seemed to have been here before, turned and told everyone, "Down there is the exchange outlet’s office, it’s very safe, just follow me."

With these words, Ruan Dayong and the others began to feel slightly at ease.

They followed the security guard downstairs.

Behind them, another security personnel had already closed the door again...

...

The tunnel was not very deep, and after descending roughly the height of one floor, they found themselves in a brightly lit hall.

In front of the staircase, however, was a barrier composed of thick and long reinforcing bars, separating the hall from the stairs.

It was like the iron cages found in a police station.

The security personnel shouted something inside, and someone came over to open the gate, letting them through.

Ruan Dayong and the others could hardly breathe, the atmosphere was just too oppressive...

They were full of questions.

Why conduct bank transactions not in a bank hall, but in a basement like this?

"This feels like we’re engaging in some illegal transaction!"

But at this moment, they dared not ask...

The senior student led them to a counter where two women with waists as wide as barrels sat behind.

He reminded everyone, "Line up, take out your Passports, one by one, it’ll be quick."

Ruan Dayong and the others obediently queued up, taking out their already prepared Passports.

The process was indeed very smooth, as one of the stout women behind the counter expertly took out blank Remittance slips, guiding the foreign students studying abroad in signing.

The other woman took everyone’s Passports to make photocopies one by one.

Then she stapled the photocopied Passport pages together with the signed Remittance slips.

She asked Ruan Dayong and the others to sign on the photocopied Passport pages again.

And that was it!

In the entire process, they only had to sign their names twice.

Seeing the task smoothly completed, the senior’s face showed a satisfied smile.

He said to everyone, "Wait for me a moment, I’ll go to the office next door to get everyone’s reward."

With that, he hurried towards an office at the far end of the hall.

Ruan Dayong and the others collected their Passports, standing around bored in the hall waiting for the senior to return.

They didn’t dare to whisper to each other, because the security guard holding a submachine gun occasionally glanced over at them as if afraid they would rob the place...

...

Standing in the hall, Ruan Dayong’s unease grew stronger.

Everything about this situation felt odd from the beginning.

It didn’t seem like a good thing...

But he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was wrong.

Just then, it seemed as if a flurry of chaotic, hurried footsteps came from above their heads.

The sound of about a dozen pairs of boots stomping on a metal staircase...

Ruan Dayong had just turned his head to see what was happening when he was startled and frozen in place.

It wasn’t just him—all the people in the basement hall, including the seemingly fierce security guard with the submachine gun, shared the same expression.

And that security guard reacted faster than Ruan Dayong, not only standing still but also raising his hands...

Through the iron bars made of reinforcing bars was a group of Special Forces wearing bullet-proof helmets and black balaclavas, their bodies clad in camouflage combat suits, cradling micro-rush guns!

The three Special Forces personnel at the front were also holding enormous riot shields.

This posture looked like an anti-terrorism operation...

Ruan Dayong and his peers had never seen such a scene, their legs trembling, feeling almost ready to wet their pants!

By a stroke of luck, the senior had just collected the money from the office inside. At first, he hadn’t noticed the Special Forces and, holding a stack of US dollars in his hand, cheerfully shouted to Ruan Dayong and the others, "All set! Let’s go..."

He didn’t finish his sentence before he noticed the anomaly in the hall.

...

The entire event unfolded in a matter of seconds.

With the dark muzzles of the guns pointed at them, not a single person in the hall dared to move or speak; they all stood there looking foolish.

Their minds went blank, unsure of what was happening.

A man in a suit, a civilian personnel member, emerged from behind the group of Special Forces.

He spoke with a serious expression, "This is a joint operation by the Duma and the Ministry of Internal Affairs! You... come here and open the door. No one else is permitted to move, any sudden movements and you will be shot on sight!"

Everyone, except for Ruan Dayong and the other few pre-university students, understood these words clearly.

Even though Ruan Dayong and his group didn’t understand, just by looking at the situation, they obediently stood still, not daring to move.

The one the man in the suit was pointing at was the security guard.

The security guard, with his hands raised, walked to the front of the bars and opened the gate.

The Special Forces immediately stormed in, swiftly taking control of the situation in the hall. A Special Forces member had already pinned the armed security guard to the ground and handcuffed him.

Ruan Dayong and the senior, of course, couldn’t escape either; they were ordered to put their hands on their heads and squat facing the wall.

Oh, fortunately, the senior’s Russian was good; otherwise, they wouldn’t have understood the orders, and that would have probably been a big problem...

This scene was not isolated to this one location.

On the same day, at the same time, five similar bank branches in Moscow were being "swept" in a joint operation by the Duma and the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Interestingly enough, these bank branches all belonged to MDM Bank.

That is, the bank owned by Menchinko...