Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1219 - 619: Playing Robin Hood for Once_2

Chapter 1219: Chapter 619: Playing Robin Hood for Once_2

By the time they arrived at their destination, the tribal warriors had already made a phone call and were preparing their equipment.

It seemed that the general hadn’t made it difficult for them—or rather, in the general’s view, although the manor had been raided, the opponents had maintained restraint and hadn’t injured anyone.

Moreover, the Ministry of Internal Affairs was also unaware of the situation, indicating that Sean Knight’s side, or those who attacked the manor, did not intend to spread the news.

Having saved face, the general was also aware of the incident and had to be grateful for it.

Thus, he swallowed the loss in silence. At least after the confrontation, he knew that his side had been negligent. But since they hadn’t lost face publicly, and the other side had shown mercy, it wasn’t appropriate to pursue the matter further.

This incident was considered over.

"A bonus of fifteen thousand dollars for each person, and an extra Ten thousand dollars each for the two team members who jumped into the water that day," Sean Knight announced on the road as he distributed the bonuses on the spot.

The US Dollars they had seized were quite substantial, so Sean Knight issued the rewards in cash.

This money was spendable in Afghanistan, and Sean Knight’s team members were returning to their tribe; they would either spend this money there or directly transfer it to their own accounts through Elijah Hastings and others.

Coming out for a trip, earning one hundred thousand in less than half a month, who wouldn’t be happy?

"The remaining journey is not considered a mission anymore. Once you reach Kandahar, you can go shopping and sightseeing together, but be mindful of your safety. After all, you are more aware of what kind of place this is than I am," Sean Knight said.

For the return trip, Sean Knight felt that there was indeed no need to be concerned. Furthermore, although this trip was tense, it was relatively successful and yielded significant gains. If they weren’t still on the road, Sean Knight would have already made plans to carefully study the fire order and the sheepskin books.

As they entered the city, Sean Knight’s car passed by another convoy.

Most of that convoy was also comprised of pickup trucks, with hooded warriors in robes holding guns sitting atop, and wooden boxes of various sizes loaded in the truck beds.

Six pickup trucks and around twenty warriors.

It looked normal—at least, in Afghanistan, it was normal.

Sean Knight habitually activated Sky Eye, taking a quick glance, and his expression immediately changed.

As the convoy disappeared into the dust, Sean Knight spoke up:

"Convoy, turn around and stop at the roadside!"

Although they didn’t know why Sean Knight made this decision, Elijah Hastings and his companions followed the order without hesitation, turning the cars around to stop by the roadside.

Sean Knight called Elijah Hastings and a few others over and said:

"There is an opportunity at hand that could yield some profit. Of course, we might also end up just lending a hand voluntarily, are you up for it?"

"Boss, tell us what it is, and we’ll do it," Douglas Cooper was as impatient as ever, "As long as you say go, we’ve got nothing to say against it."

Sean Knight looked at Elijah Hastings and Lincoln Harrington, who both nodded.

"Alright," Sean Knight said, "Did you notice the convoy that just passed?"

"We did," Lincoln Harrington replied.

"The people on that convoy, I bet are white," Sean Knight said. "And the items they’re transporting are from the Kandahar Museum. In other words, there’s a ninety percent chance that they’re a bunch of artifact thieves!

Now they’ve stolen from the museum and are transporting somewhere unknown. If you, including our team members, don’t mind, how about we play a game of ’The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind’? However, this operation will be much more dangerous than what we’ve done previously. I reckon those thieves are skilled, and we might have to fight when we take action."

"No problem," Elijah Hastings spoke up, "Everyone understands the risks. In fact, when you distributed the cash earlier, many team members felt they had received too much. The money came too fast and too much, and it’s a bit overwhelming. If there’s an incident like this in the middle, then everyone might feel a lot more comfortable."

"Okay, then we’ll wait and catch up later. Move at night!"

The pickup convoy turned around and proceeded, not too fast as to not arouse suspicion from the convoy ahead, and Sean Knight also wanted to see if any teams would follow from the city.

If there were, it would mean lending a hand.

If not, intercepting them wouldn’t be bad either.

It really depended on the gains to be had.

The convoy traveled until nightfall, and having ensured they didn’t lose sight of their target, Sean Knight and his team also confirmed that no one from the city was following.

What did this indicate?

Sean Knight speculated. It might be that the museum had not noticed the theft of the cultural relics, or that the items had been stolen a long time ago but were only now being transported.

Of course, there was also the possibility of an insider, releasing decoy information to throw off the pursuers.

However, whatever the case, to Sean Knight, stealing these items and possibly giving them a good "inspection" afterwards would alleviate some of his guilt.

After all, he wasn’t directly stealing the items; he was "robbing" from the thieves.

They had come a long way, and if it weren’t for the two gas stations they encountered on the road, they might have run out of fuel.

It was precisely because of the existence of the gas stations that now Sean Knight and his group were sure that the convoy ahead had not lost them.

After all, the other party would have to refuel as well.

Moreover, the workers at the gas station enthusiastically told Sean Knight and his group that there was a small town about ten kilometers ahead, which was the best rest stop nearby.

If they didn’t need to hurry through the night, the inn in the small town was the best place to stay—the next decent place was hundreds of kilometers ahead, and even if there were villages, they weren’t suitable for these people to stay in.

Consequently, when Sean Knight and his team arrived at the small town at night, the street lamps were still on.

Outside one of the two inns in the small town, Sean Knight and his team saw the lineup of pickup trucks and the warriors guarding them.

Sean Knight’s group then parked their car at the entrance of another inn.

The innkeeper greeted Sean Knight’s group with enthusiasm:

"There are clean rooms, pie, and cooked meat! The prices are reasonable..."

Originally a bit envious of the other inn for having welcomed a group of guests earlier, the innkeeper immediately cheered up when his own place received a group.

"Then bring out the best food. And as for the rooms, we’ll need ten guest rooms,"

The inn here was a simple two-story building, but being away from home, in a country like this, to have such accommodations was already quite good.

After a simple dinner, they went to a room facing the street, observing the other side in the darkness of night.

Perhaps because the items in the pickup trucks were too precious, even though there were rooms in the inn, the guards maintained a watch of two per truck.

Even when it came to eating, they took turns.

Sean Knight even observed through Sky Eye that the guards on the pickup trucks were quite wary of the inn nearby, glancing over from time to time.

Did they notice something amiss here or were they just cautious?

However, it didn’t matter.

The fate of the convoy of pickup trucks was sealed the moment Sean Knight and his group caught up with them.

Sean Knight withdrew his gaze, lay on the clean bed, slightly scented with soap, and closed his eyes.

Surprisingly, the street lamps in the small town stayed on all the time, not knowing if this was out of habit or at someone’s special request.

But, the dim street lights, while offering some reassurance to the guards on the pickup trucks, did not solve the real issue.

As time passed, the noises, big and small, of the town settled down, and, aside from the occasional hooting of owls outside the town, there were hardly any other sounds to be heard.

Such quietness made the guards on the vehicles somewhat sleepy.

But professional ethos kept them awake, if only barely, as they looked around from time to time.

This was indeed a difficult job.

After midnight, the guards on rotation relieved those who were almost asleep, and it was at this time that Sean Knight opened his eyes.

A wind had picked up over the small town, and although not strong, it was enough to blur one’s vision with the sand it carried.

At that moment, Sean Knight sat up from bed, went to the window, opened it, and reached out to feel the direction of the wind.

Having confirmed the direction of the wind, Sean Knight silently left his room and went downstairs.

If he was to take a cunning approach, there was no need to cause too much fuss in the small town.

Wouldn’t using some external elements be more effective?