Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1003 - 546

Chapter 1003: 546

Soon, none of those who entered the ambush zone had the strength to resist!

The sound of gunfire stopped.

Elijah Hastings waved his hand, holding his gun, and moved closer to the center of the battlefield.

"The numbers don’t match, be careful!"

Lincoln Harrington suddenly shouted in the walkie-talkie.

But Elijah Hastings and his team didn’t have walkie-talkies, so they couldn’t hear.

All Lincoln could do was shout:

"Be careful, the numbers don’t match, it’s a trap!"

As he shouted, he aimed through the scope, targeting the cloud of smoke as it began to disperse.

Indeed, once the smoke cleared, he saw two people holding their guns, aiming at Elijah Hastings and his team.

With Lincoln’s shout, the two individuals stopped hiding and unleashed a frenzy of firepower into the valley!

Lincoln’s enraged roar did make a difference as those who were quick to react immediately went prone and sought cover.

"Ah—!" Benjamin Tong screamed as he was hit by a bullet.

At that moment, Lincoln and the squad leader’s guns also fired.

The two mercenaries hidden at the target point were instantly killed.

Lincoln was full of regret.

Why hadn’t he noticed earlier? If he had detected and warned them sooner, casualties could have been avoided!

The squad leader, holding a machine gun, ran out from cover and charged up to the target point.

Once there, he finished off the corpses with additional shots.

Meanwhile, Elijah Hastings and others quickly reached Benjamin Tong’s side and administered first aid explosively.

"Squad... monitor, am I going to die?" Benjamin Tong said weakly with a cry in his voice.

He was coughing up blood-tinged foam intermittently.

"Die my ass!" Elijah Hastings cursed, "The bullet hit your lung lobe, that’s not a big injury.

Just wait, our plane will be here soon, and we’ll directly transport you back to China for surgery, and you’ll be fine."

Douglas Cooper came over and joked:

"You lucky kid! Wounded in the line of duty, and knowing our boss’s temperament, he’ll surely give you a bonus of some 100,000 to 200,000 dollars to spend.

You’ve just made ten years’ worth of wages in one go!"

"Really... really?" Benjamin Tong sounded incredulous.

"Of course, it’s real," Douglas Cooper said nonchalantly, "The boss is most generous in this regard, wait and you’ll see."

Benjamin Tong’s eyes brightened, and he said weakly, "Then I really can’t die. With this money, I can buy a suite room for my parents..."

"Wow, what a filial son!" Douglas Cooper patted his arm lightly, "Don’t worry, it will definitely be enough!"

Benjamin Tong was promptly sent back to the base.

The others began to clear the battlefield.

These men had nothing on them beyond their weapons and personal equipment. Two all-terrain vehicles and the equipment were considered good spoils.

All the bodies were burned, and with this loot, they returned to the base.

In the makeshift infirmary, Elijah Hastings found Sean Knight "treating" Benjamin Tong.

To outsiders, Sean Knight seemed to be just comforting Benjamin Tong.

Of course, he was imparting ’Energy.’

From his breathing, Benjamin Tong’s injuries seemed to have stabilized considerably.

Seeing Elijah Hastings and the others arrive, Sean Knight stood up.

"Charles Young and his team will arrive in half an hour and will take Benjamin Tong back home," Sean Knight said, "Luckily, the injuries are not critical.

"After this incident, I think we need to get a doctor on our side,"

"Indeed, we do need to get a doctor, preferably one experienced in battlefield medicine," Elijah Hastings suggested before giving a brief report on the combat situation.

"Boss, Charles Young and his team are coming. I suggest that I, Mr. Patrick, and Douglas, we all fly back first and then transfer to Japan.

While they still haven’t fully recovered, let’s take them down at their lair.

Otherwise, it’s just going to be constant trouble with them reinforcing and supplying."

"That works," Sean Knight contemplated before responding,

"But you must be careful and stay safe. I won’t be going; you’ve done well in this fight."

"We’re professionals, after all," Elijah Hastings said with a proud smile.

Half an hour later, the airplane landed at the airport.

Elijah Hastings and others were escorting Benjamin Tong onto the plane, as many people hastily loaded supplies onboard before the aircraft swiftly took off towards the east.

Sean Knight had actually planned to return home this time as well.

But now that Elijah Hastings and his team were gone, he naturally had to stay behind, effectively to hold the fort.

"There’s been a gunfight in the wasteland, Mr. Knight. Is everything alright on your end?" Hassan Bager quickly made a phone call.

"All good, all good," Sean Knight played dumb, "We also heard the gunshots, sounded quite intense. No idea what happened."

"Glad to hear it. No need to worry too much. The terrain out in the wasteland is complex and there are many gold diggers around, gunfights are common.

By the way, Mr. Knight, following your suggestion, we’ve already transported the equipment back to the golden mine and plan to start mining the ore. Do you think you could get an expert over here to give us some advice?"

"No problem at all," Sean Knight had already seen the vein in the mine pit.

The golden mine had been exploited by the Americans’ engineers for less than one-third of its potential. There was still a great deal left to dig.

With a share in the profits for himself, Sean Knight certainly wouldn’t reject Hassan’s suggestion.

"That’s great. Mr. Knight, I am now deeply appreciative of the mutual benefits I’ve experienced working with the Chinese people, especially with you, Mr. Knight.

This kind of cooperation is most suited to our locals’ interests!"

Hassan’s flattery had been plentiful lately.

Mainly because the standard of living for the tribal residents was visibly improving every day.

The tribals’ support for him had also grown stronger. One could say that the warriors’ loyalty to him had almost reached an all-time high.

He was well aware of who was responsible for these changes.

"Within a week, I’ll have an expert from our Geological Research Institute over to guide you on mining and where to start excavating."

"Excellent, excellent, that’s great!" Hassan was very happy, "Oh, and Mr. Knight, when daybreak comes, I’ll have our people send a carload of grape cakes over for you to try our locally preserved fresh grapes."

Grape cakes?

Sean Knight was genuinely curious, what on earth were they?

When daybreak arrived and Sean Knight saw the delivery of oval-shaped mud cakes from Zachariah Anderson, he was puzzled.

However, when he saw Zachariah crack open the mud cakes to reveal the grapes hidden inside, he understood that this was how grapes were preserved in Afghanistan.

This was akin to a natural vacuum packaging, wasn’t it?

It really did have a unique local twist.

He tasted a grape and found the flavor quite pleasant.

Among the specialities from Afghanistan were also raisins.

Having grown up in Xinjiang, Sean Knight wasn’t too keen on them.

Therefore, the specialities sent to Xinjiang mainly included Lapis Lazuli, rough gemstones, and some local delicacies.

Hassan had tried every means to gather a variety of specialities, even to the point of almost stuffing a few Afghan girls onto the plane.

At this moment, Sean Knight was hesitant about when to reveal to Hassan the secret of the Persian King’s Tomb Chamber.

Such matters had to be raised at a critical moment, without being too deliberate; the timing had to be just right.

Otherwise, it could backfire terribly.