Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 915 - 517: Embrace the Grass and Beat the Rabbit

Chapter 915: Chapter 517: Embrace the Grass and Beat the Rabbit

"Boss, what should we do?" Lincoln Harrington asked after burning Peter Smith.

"There’s some money inside this box; we’ll take that first," Sean Knight pointed at the truck and said, "Lincoln, fancy making some extra cash?"

Lincoln’s eyes lit up, and looking at the road stretching into the distance, he asked:

"Boss, you mean..."

"Yes," Sean nodded, "We’ll just keep heading down this road. If we happen to come across it, that’s our luck. Even if not, having completed this mission would still be worth it."

"Great!"

Scattered inside the box were tens of thousands of Euros. After the two men picked it up, they continued moving forward.

"If this truck hadn’t been blown up, we could’ve driven on, saving us quite a bit of distance," Sean said casually, though the distance wasn’t really an issue for them.

As they moved on, they occasionally came across abandoned cars.

But they were mostly broken or ran out of gas and thus undrivable.

Further ahead, they entered the jungle, occasionally spotting people ahead. But those people would immediately dive into the forest upon spotting them.

Sean and Lincoln thought this was rather convenient; it saved them trouble.

Finally, they discovered an off-road vehicle by the roadside with its doors wide open, a few bullet holes in it, yet the engine still started. The car’s owner was not at the site, uncertain whether they had been abducted or had escaped.

"Boss, there’s nothing dangerous on the car," Lincoln reported after inspecting the whole vehicle.

"Then, we can drive on," Sean said. Having walked for so long, he had given up hope of catching up with the remaining truck.

Now having a car for transportation was a good thing.

As the car drove on, its engine roared, startling people dragging their belongings along the highway to scamper off the carriage-way.

After driving for over an hour and passing a gas station by the roadside, Lincoln got out and managed to refuel the car with gestures and words.

The gas station attendant stood far away, letting Lincoln handle the fueling himself while he stood vigilant with a double-barreled shotgun at the ready, eyeing Lincoln’s actions closely.

Only when Lincoln threw down a Euro banknote did the attendant wave his shotgun contentedly, allowing him to leave.

Sean, on the other hand, bought some fast food supplies from the convenience store at the gas station.

Setting off once more, both men felt relaxed, with Lincoln driving and asking:

"Boss, are we heading back to our country now?"

"Yes," Sean replied while planning, "First, we’ll leave this country, then take a plane home. After getting back, I’ll give you a few days off."

"That’s really good," Lincoln had been thinking about using the old mountain sandalwood he got from the Indian to make some items for himself and his girlfriend’s family.

But he had been too busy to find the time.

With Sean’s promise, he now had the chance to take care of those things.

"Boss, look ahead!" Lincoln suddenly alerted Sean.

Sean looked up ahead where there was a corpse in uniform lying by the road.

The corpse was shot several times, the congealed blood staining the grass leaves beside it, a jarring sight.

The car stopped beside the corpse, looking out and realizing this was one of the people from the gunfight a few nights ago.

But what Sean could not understand was why, after so many days, the body was still here?

It looked like the body hadn’t been dead for more than a day.

"Boss, what do we do?" Lincoln asked Sean.

"Keep chasing ahead," Sean replied, "Maybe we’ll catch up."

"Alright!"

The car sped along the highway, and along the way, more corpses could be occasionally seen.

Some were in uniform, some in black, and others were common people.

Most of them were shot to death, their ends rather gruesome, stripped clean of their belongings.

"It’s better to be a peaceful dog than a person in such chaos," Lincoln reflected while driving.

Sean didn’t respond; he had had many such reflections already.

As dusk fell, Lincoln asked:

"Boss, should we drive through the night?"

"No," Sean shook his head, "At night, lights make easy targets, and we’re more susceptible to attacks. We’ll find a place to rest when it gets dark."

Lincoln actually shared the sentiment. He too was worried that Sean might impulsively decide to continue the chase overnight, which would indeed increase their danger significantly.

As the sun set, Lincoln turned off the carriage-way onto a relatively flat area, intending to drive the car into the forest, where they would camp and rest.

Camping like this was routine for the two, and everything they did was so natural.

Sean had just poured water into his self-heating food when he suddenly heard an intense burst of gunfire.

Dropping what was in his hands, Sean grabbed his gun and cautiously watched the direction of the gunfire.

Lincoln did the same, having found cover behind a big tree.

"Around 500 meters from us," Lincoln estimated as he listened to the gunfire, "Automatic rifles and submachine guns, at least four guns firing."

"Let’s quietly check it out," Sean said boldly, "I bet it’s those two groups fighting."

"Okay!" Lincoln agreed crisply.

Sean took out two pieces of chocolate and handed it to Lincoln:

"Eat this for some energy first; we’ll eat when we get back."

Both carrying their guns, they slowly made their way towards the source of the gunfire, being very careful, as stray bullets could still be quite lethal.

Eventually, Sean spotted the truck, and keeping guard beside it were some people defending against several men in black attempting to attack the truck.