NOVEL WEB Chapter 941 Someone Came Knocking
Benjamin and his four disabled comrades were confined to a hotel in Kinshasa.
All the guests in the hotel had been driven out, and the Congo National Defense Force had taken over the premises.
All the curtains in the rooms were drawn, with four generators running 24/7 to keep the lights on, making it impossible to pinpoint their exact location based on the lighting from outside.
Benjamin and his group were crucial witnesses, and for the past ten days, they had been helping professionals sort out their testimonies and providing information on the G.I.D. company to facilitate revenge by Boss Qiao.
They were scheduled to appear in court the next day, so they were under the strictest surveillance and protection.
As night fell, Benjamin finished changing the bandages for his comrades and heard a knock on the door...
When he turned to look, he saw a Black guy pushing a food cart into the room.
The food on the cart was lavishly prepared, which gave Benjamin a bad feeling.
Watching the Black guy leave without saying a word after dropping off the food cart, Benjamin pushed the cart to the temporary beds of his teammates, bitterly saying, "Gentlemen, it's time to eat…
This might be the last feast we get to enjoy in this world…"
The scar-faced veteran in the team struggled to sit up, glancing at the empty pant legs below his knees. Ignoring Benjamin's objection, he retrieved a vial of morphine from the medical kit and injected himself.
This battle-worn soldier glanced at Benjamin and said, "Going to court doesn't kill you, but the road to court and the places you go after court will."
Benjamin was a semi-technical staffer; he used a fork to pick up a piece of foie gras and took a bite before turning to the scar-faced man and saying, "Do you mean someone is coming to kill us?
P.B.'s people or the Congo Government's people?"
The scar-faced man gave Benjamin a look, the kind you give to a fool, shook his head slightly, grabbed a burger wrapped in paper, and tossed it to one of the teammates.
Then, he opened a pizza box for himself, but stopped when he saw a photograph stuck to the inside of the lid...
The scar-faced veteran froze for a moment, then hurled the entire box to another comrade, his face darkening as he went on to check several other food containers.
Each inner side of the containers was affixed with photographs, and within those images were the scar-faced man's wife and three children.
Benjamin found photos of his parents, sister, ex-wife, and daughter among them. He exclaimed in fear, "What does this mean?"
David, who had lost one hand and one foot to the Mud People Tribe, held up a photo, his face contorted in pain, saying, "The company wants us to shut up!"
Benjamin froze, then said, "So the company plans to send people to rescue us?
P.B.'s people are all madmen; even if we cooperate with them, there'll be no good ending for us anyway..."
The scar-faced man stared at Benjamin, who had become extraordinarily naive since being captured, and shook his head, saying, "If you don't die, your family will."
Benjamin was stunned for a moment before slumping his head into his hands, wailing in pain, "I knew… I knew this would happen...
What do we do now?"
The scar-faced veteran glanced at his crippled leg, chuckled dryly, and retrieved a disposable syringe from the medical kit. Drawing half a syringe of air, he aimed the needle at the veins in his arm...
Looking at his comrades, the scar-faced man grinned helplessly and said, "We don't have a choice, right?"
Just as the scar-faced man was about to take his life, Dorian pushed the door open and came in...
Catching sight of the scar-faced man's actions, Dorian leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, gesturing with a 'go ahead' sign before addressing the others, "Someone's here for you...
Initially, we thought they'd come to rescue you, but it seems we overestimated your comrades' sense of loyalty.
Our boss told me to let you know your families are already safe...
Though tomorrow you'll finish the court procedures and still wind up in a Congo prison for execution, your families are secure."
Looking at the scar-faced man, Dorian smirked and said, "If you want to die, keep going...
Our boss keeps his promises: you deserve to die, but your families are guiltless."
The scar-faced veteran stared intently at Dorian's eyes, saying, "How can you prove what you're saying? How do I know you're not tricking us to walk into that courtroom?"
Dorian chuckled dismissively, waving his hand as he said, "You misunderstand Congo's courts...
Putting you on trial is just for the sake of appearances. Even if we placed inflatable dolls in the courtroom instead of you, you and your backers would still be convicted!"
As Dorian observed the scar-faced man's unrelenting glare, he shrugged and added, "Two squads from P.B. have gone to the British Isles; they were once SAS members.
Right now, they're divided into teams, guarding your family homes and waiting for the hitmen sent after them to fall into our trap.
Your former Prime Minister Cameron is friends with our boss; though he made mistakes that got him ousted, he still has pull over Scotland Yard.
Not all Englishmen are as heartless as you guys, wouldn't you agree?"
Listening to this, the scar-faced man realized that P.B. was systematically forcing their opponents to escalate, pushing them to reveal more vulnerabilities for exploitation.
Seeing Dorian's playful grin, the scar-faced man asked grimly, "Since you don't need us on the stand to secure a conviction, why go through all this effort?"
Dorian replied with a smirk, "Because the African Union Court for Human Rights and Ethnic Justice representatives will arrive the day after tomorrow. You're not only playing a role in the spectacle at Congo's Supreme Court, but afterward you'll be interrogated by the AU court...
Do you know what cases the AU court typically adjudicates?
Crimes against humanity!
You meet all the criteria!
As one of the main defendants in the AU's first trial of white individuals for crimes against humanity, you should feel honored.
Congratulations—you're famous now!"
With that, Dorian grabbed a slice of pizza from the food cart, took a bite, and walked out while joking, "For those who want to die, go ahead, but remember: the moment you're gone, our people will stop protecting your families.
Decide whether to trust your backers or trust P.B…
Dorian exited the room, turned right, and entered another room where the boss was loading bullets into magazines. He muttered, "Boss, how about I carry a missile pack for you and we provide support for Night Tiger and the Ferryman together?"
Gazing at Qiao Ga, who continued working as if he hadn't heard, Dorian sighed and added, "Boss, this is Africa. Isn't it ridiculous for someone of your stature to personally take risks like this?
My marksmanship has significantly improved lately; I'm confident I can hold my own at 400 meters. Want to team up as cover snipers?"
Qiao Ga held up the HK417 magazine in his hand and snarled, "That's exactly what I'm planning to do, and I'm already on it.
The Ferryman squad is down two members and understaffed. They and Night Tiger have just ten men total. How can I trust them without going myself?"
Dorian raised his hand in surrender, admitting his fault, then approached the equipment table. Observing how every Night Tiger and Ferryman operative had a set of flexible exoskeleton gear and Talus Goggles in front of them, he quipped, "Wow, you guys are the first team outside of Squad A to bring the Talus system into live ops...
If you don't understand something, ask me quickly—it'll only cost 500 bucks per question."
Night Tiger's "Monkey" stripped down until he was in just his briefs, following the manual to equip the flexible exoskeleton gear onto his body...
The grizzled veteran test-ran a few sprints around the room and excitedly said to "Grasshopper," "Give it a try; this thing is great for your knees…"
Pulling on his black combat suit as he spoke, "Monkey" turned to Qiao Ga and asked, "Boss, when do we head to South Africa?"
Qiao Ga knew "Monkey" had been itching to uproot G.I.D. entirely.
He grinned and replied, "You leave tomorrow night; a private plane will arrive from Sangha Town for support and to swap out your team.
I'll send Dagger Squad and Jazz Squad to accompany you to South Africa. There, you're to capture G.I.D.'s CEO and everyone listed on the roster.
Most critically, infiltrate their headquarters and seize all company data for me while destroying all their assets.
Someone wants to use G.I.D. as the fall guy. We won't give them a chance.
Wipe out G.I.D completely, and let's see if they throw the people backing G.I.D. under the bus to save themselves.
I love watching enemies tear each other apart!"
"Monkey" widened his eyes in shock...
Despite pushing the boundaries of his imagination, he hadn't expected Boss Qiao Ga to plan a cross-border operation of this scale—an assault akin to declaring war!
This lifelong rule-abiding veteran stayed silent for a moment, then nodded firmly, saying, "No problem! Mission guaranteed!"
While Qiao Ga and "Monkey" were conversing, the other team members began donning their new gear.
After demonstrating how to deploy miniature drones and adjust to the enhanced vision systems and upgraded communications, Qiao Ga grabbed a bullet and casually tossed it toward Tony...
"Hey, Tony, did you trace their hideouts yet?"
Tony, wearing a headband and holding a revolver without any ammo, mumbled, "Yeah, I found them. They're in the south side slums, about 20 guys, but they're mixed in with Kinshasa's local gangs, so sneaking in quietly will be tricky."
Seeing Qiao Ga sling the HK417 on his shoulder, Tony jumped excitedly and said, "Boss, take me! I've picked out a prime spot...
I can control suicide drones and use aerial surveillance to provide rear-field support."
Looking at Tony, the skinny, combat-thirsty techie, Qiao Ga chuckled and said, "You better keep up; I have high standards for my teammates..."
At the word "teammates," Tony practically vibrated with excitement, blurting out, "Sir, you can count on me. I won't be a burden—I've been practicing and can handle myself."
Tony then pulled out his phone, switched to video mode, and shyly approached Qiao Ga, asking, "Boss, can you repeat what you just said?
My girlfriend is one of your biggest fans. If she hears you calling me a teammate, she'll go absolutely wild!"
Qiao Ga blinked at Tony, who was shamelessly using him as a relationship prop, then flipped him the bird and said to the camera, "Tony may not be a tough guy and is kind of a flirt, but he's my teammate..."
Qiao Ga patted Tony on the shoulder for emphasis, motioning for him to back off, then turned to "Comet" and said, "We leave in 15 minutes. Let's show them what we're made of..."
"Comet" fist-bumped Qiao Ga and said, "Boss, these guys are real evil ghosts!
It's an honor to fight alongside you!"