Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1050 - 563 Who Became the Yellow Sparrow?

Chapter 1050: Chapter 563 Who Became the Yellow Sparrow?

"Boss, we’ve discovered an unidentified submarine near the sea surface close to the oil fields. It briefly surfaced and then dived again.

After the submarine left, three assault boats appeared on the sea surface, carrying about ten or more people heading towards the shore.

Because it was night, and to avoid alerting them, our drones didn’t get too close. Once those people landed and entered the oasis, they disappeared without a trace.

These people were all armed, quick in action, and worked together seamlessly, so they are likely professional mercenaries or even active military personnel,"

Sean Knight received this report in the car on the way back, which made him somewhat worried.

Because of this news, the joy of the various items acquired from the pickup truck had also dissipated.

Aria Wilson, however, didn’t ask Sean about the situation. She was engrossed in looking through the spoils of war.

There were gold and silver ornaments, stone trinkets—Sean had guessed they were likely part of a gang member’s collection, not yet sold but kept for collection.

There were also various professional tools, causing Aria to feel bewildered by their variety.

Some tools were manufactured, bearing a brand, while others were homemade, with no signs of rust, which meant they were used frequently.

This was a gang of professional treasure hunters—or rather, relic destroyers, tomb raiders.

"These tools are mine!" Aria said gleefully. "When I’m free, I’ll go to more places for treasure hunts."

When she looked up at Sean, she noticed him deep in thought while on a phone call.

"Are those bad guys coming?"

"Maybe." Sean put down his mobile phone and said with a smile, "It’s alright, everything is under control."

"So, we..."

"If you go back to the Capital City now, that would naturally be best," Sean said to Aria. "Come back after I’ve taken care of things here."

"I don’t want to..." Aria clung to Sean’s arm, almost pleadingly, "I’ve never experienced something like this before, I’m curious, and I’m worried about you..."

"Alright then. Stay inside the courtyard and don’t wander around," Sean, knowing he couldn’t persuade this stubborn girl, said, "Stay put until this is settled."

"Okay, okay!" Aria nodded repeatedly.

As the off-road vehicle returned to the entrance of the courtyard, Sean found that preparations had already been made for defense. Sandbags were piled at the entrance, and the sentries allowed Sean and everyone else in only after recognizing them—even then, they checked the car thoroughly.

Aria and her bodyguards went to the guest rooms to get ready, while Sean went to his office, and Elijah Hastings followed him in.

"Lincoln Harrington and Douglas are leading two patrol teams in opposite directions, keeping a close eye on those people with drones. I’m responsible for security here.

The security personnel at each oil well are prepared; if anyone sneaks in, they will face relentless retaliation!"

"Tell them we don’t need captives; use maximum firepower against the opponent, ensuring their own safety," Sean instructed.

"I don’t understand command; it’s enough that you guys take charge. However, I think they’re most likely to sneak in at night, so make sure our sentries are well-posted!"

"We’ve made the same guess. So for the next few days, our sentries are on double shifts. Everyone understands that if we can get through these few days, we’ll be fine."

"Also tell everyone that this is a critical period: we are applying a fivefold wage standard. Killing will be rewarded, successfully defending an oil well will be rewarded, and injuries will be treated for free—I don’t want any casualties!"

"Understood! I will immediately convey this message!"

Elijah believed that once this news was out, those guys would surely be howling with excitement, probably wishing for more fights, right?

It’s no use talking about sentiment with the staff when they are all out here trying to earn more money. Paying more does more than saying a lot!

Darkness gradually fell.

Meals for lunch and dinner were normal. Smoke from cooking rose as usual, maintaining a posture of internal tightness and external laxity.

It had been two hours since the drone last brought back any message. Since the opponents had sneaked into the oasis, they were no longer easy to track—

The oasis was a tribal gathering spot, with tribal residents coming and going, some following main roads, others leading camels out into the wild.

With these people entering and exiting, it was impossible to monitor them effectively, and drone operators could only track a few of the more suspicious parties.

"From the current situation, the target of the opponents seems to be an oil well near the beach and another oil well close to us—these two wells produce the most."

Elijah’s report inspired Sean to a new line of thought:

"Elijah, is it possible that our opponents have detailed information about these oil wells? Otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to find the highest-yielding wells so accurately."

"I also speculate the same. Maybe the remnants of the Chrysanthemum Organization have colluded with them."

"After we’ve dealt with these people, we’ll take care of that. We can’t afford to keep risks around; otherwise, we won’t be able to sleep peacefully."

"Okay!"

As they waited, what was expected finally happened.

"Someone is approaching Oil Well 11. Our personnel have launched a drone there, and observed six individuals with four camels moving toward the oil well.

The security personnel at the oil well are ready. The well staff, acting as translators, are keeping communication open."