Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1374 - 671: Most Fond of Catching Turtles in a Jar!_2

Chapter 1374: Chapter 671: Most Fond of Catching Turtles in a Jar!_2

Just like that, so shamelessly.

By noon, Douglas Cooper had returned with a few Team Members in an off-road vehicle.

"Boss, you’re a wizard!" As soon as he got out of the car, Douglas Cooper’s loud voice was ringing out, "That Andrew is fuming by now."

"What happened?" Elijah Hastings, who hadn’t gone to Little Town, was clueless and asked directly.

"You know, Andrew’s group bought our warehouse, right?" said Douglas, thrilled, "Last night, you know the spot we dug through? It broke into the neighboring warehouse, which had thousands of military uniforms. This has got to be a logistics warehouse, right?"

"Go on, don’t leave us hanging!"

"Alright!" Douglas continued with a smile, "After they moved out those waterlogged uniforms, they broke through to another warehouse, only to find it empty... The same for the several warehouses after that, empty, nothing at all!"

"Empty?" Elijah Hastings was puzzled, "How can that be?"

"Empty, I tell you!" Douglas laughed, "It’s not just one person saying it; many diggers in town are saying the same thing.

Andrew has blown his top now, still frantically digging in hopes of finding something in the warehouses behind."

Douglas gave Sean Knight, who had stepped out of the tent, a thumbs up:

"Boss, you’re the ox! You’ve dug such a pit for Andrew that he can’t see the bottom! Conservatively estimated, he’s lost at least 2 million dollars! The guy must be crying!"

Upon hearing this news, the Team Members present burst into laughter, and most of them looked at Sean Knight with newfound respect.

After all, apart from Elijah Hastings and a few who trusted Sean Knight unconditionally, other team members held reservations about his decision to sell the warehouse.

By interacting with Sergei and digging in this place, these team members were not ignorant of the potential treasures.

In their eyes, if they could have dug up a complete World War II German or Soviet Army warehouse, its value would clearly be far above 3 million dollars.

After all, just the first warehouse that was unearthed, even with its random assortment of goods, was worth several hundred thousand dollars.

But Sean Knight was the boss, and his decisions were not subject to opposition or even questioning by other team members.

After all, if there were any doubts, they would never even get past Elijah Hastings!

Now that Douglas suddenly had news that the rest of the warehouse was empty, Andrew had spent 3 million dollars on junk worth only several hundred thousand.

Immediately, an idea flashed through the minds of these team members: Fortunately we sold it!

If Sean Knight had not decided to sell it and dug it up himself, wouldn’t they be at a significant loss now that they knew it was empty?

This is human nature.

It didn’t matter if others suffered losses, as long as they themselves got a bargain.

"I certainly didn’t know it was empty in there." Sean Knight shook his head and said, "We’re not professional diggers, even if we really found a warehouse, we would still need to find a buyer, right?

Now that someone’s taken it off our hands for such a high price, of course we had to sell. Just bad luck for him..."

At this moment, Viola looked at Sean Knight as one would look at an Immortal or a monster!

"Alright, break it up. You’re back now; it’s someone else’s turn to go to town. Remember, once you’re there, don’t venture out alone.

Andrew is no pushover. Having suffered a loss this time, he might try to recoup from you, so stay safe!"

Sean Knight had yet to step out; he felt that Andrew wouldn’t let this go so easily.

Staying home seemed the safer option.

However, by nightfall, when Elijah Hastings and the other team members returned, there had been no visitors.

This struck Sean Knight as odd.

"Intensify the guard tonight," Sean Knight called Elijah Hastings and the other two over and said, thinking it through, "I don’t think Andrew can just swallow such a loss. He’s bound to try to recover it, and tonight may be his best chance."

"They probably already know about the failure of those attackers last night, so if they come tonight, they will surely be well prepared. Therefore, we..." said Lincoln Harrington cautiously.

"Probably," Sean Knight said, "then we..."

As night fell, the Campground lit up before the lights were extinguished; having been busy all day, the team members retired for rest.

Only one light remained on in the Campground, its glow not very bright. There sat a person on the Vacant Land near the Road, nodding off.

From afar, the figure clutching a Gun appeared to be a Sentry.

Midnight passed with still no sign of activity.

Time ticked by, the night growing darker as it edged toward the early hours, the darkest time of the day.

Suddenly, a faint "buzzing" sound filled the sky above.

A drone descended slowly from high up, hovering over the Campground, scanning the area where the light was but finding nothing unusual.

Then, the drone climbed and circled the nearby area before flying away.

A while later, several off-road vehicles stopped along the nearby highway, their engines turned off.

Over twenty fully armed men in black disembarked, weapons in hand, and quietly advanced toward the Campground.

Their movements were practiced, their teamwork clear, indicating this wasn’t their first such mission.

Seeing the Campground from a distance, the leader notified through his headset, and the others halted.

He signaled again, and two men stepped forward with special Firearms, taking aim at the Campground—Fire!