Darkstone Code-Chapter 838 - 836: Wretched Life
It’s not worth risking your life for a small amount of money.
He still has a bright future and countless wealth waiting for him to squander, and he would never put himself in danger.
In the end, he chose to pay an extra million so Lynch could record the entire operation process.
After the young middle-aged man left, Lynch asked Austin a question, "How soon do you think we could finish the job if we send someone to handle it?"
Austin almost immediately responded, "If they don’t hide, we could clear out all the criminals in a day or two at most."
This is the pride of the Federation soldiers; if the same question were posed to the Gafura Minister of the Army, he might first consider how much compensation to prepare...
Alright, that’s a joke. No matter how bad the Gafura army is, it can’t be worse than some street gangs, right?
While Lynch was pondering this, Austin’s gaze shifted slightly.
A few words, and six million was pocketed.
She considered it to be six million, with four million for the operation prepayment and two million as a guarantee. She thought Lynch would certainly not return the two million, and she was right.
Just a bit of lip service, and so much money fell into Lynch’s pocket.
He only needed to spend less than a million to complete this military operation, and the rest would be pure profit.
This is the capitalist way; to them, everything is tied to wealth, and to seek more profit, they dare to do anything.
She actually had a slight misunderstanding about Lynch, possibly influenced by seeing that shameless woman cleaning around Lynch in the morning.
She thought Lynch wasn’t a good person, leading to a wrong judgment.
Actually, according to market prices, the cost of such a military operation would be around... about 1.2 million.
Each operative bears the risk of dying in another country, and such a death would not bring them any honor, so it’s not excessive for each to earn thirty to seventy thousand; this is the money for risking their lives.
The company also has to equip them with various military equipment, weapons, short-range radios, a ship, a speedboat, and the necessary landing equipment.
After all, carrying out a "military strike" in another country can’t be done openly, requiring cooperation from others, and then boldly landing at important foreign ports.
That would not only be foolish but also make the targets disappear.
Then there’s the cleanup work after the mission ends—bringing them back and giving them a long holiday.
The total budget for the military operation would be at least 1.2 million, with most of it used to pay these men for risking their lives, and the rest to solve other issues.
For instance, to avoid unexpected disputes, money is needed to get some people to help clean up the mess, keep some people quiet, or even make some people disappear permanently.
And what about the military equipment that’s not disposable?
Sorry, that’s how the budget is made. When making the budget, these are considered disposable; if you’re concerned, you can take them back after the mission is done...
All this requires money.
In every military operation that Darkstone Security carries out in the Amelia Region, with cooperation from the local Gafura officials and military, the costs never fall below a million.
Of course, this sum might seem enormous, but compared to the compensation for the Gafura army, it actually looks reasonable and affordable.
Realistically, such a military operation would be quoted between 1.5 million to 2 million, plus a 1 million guarantee.
But this time, Mr. Jeruno proactively delivered the meat into Lynch’s mouth, ready for a substantial payoff, just to buy Lynch’s favor on his side.
As the largest native private military institution currently in the Federation, Lynch is indisputably the leader in this industry.
If he disagrees with something, it can become a problem for someone else in the future.
Spending a few million to keep Lynch’s mouth shut... it’s really hard to say who would profit or lose from this deal.
Mr. Jeruno soon found out about this matter and didn’t mind when Lynch took a substantial bite out of him.
A few million are nothing; that amount doesn’t even matter to him. Whether his plan can be completed is the key issue.
Meanwhile, in Suge, those who murdered Mike were enjoying the spoils of this bloody act.
The table was laden with exquisite goods, and anything from the Federation sold well here. After all, there was a substantial, insurmountable gap for the short term.
Things from outside have a good market here, so why aren’t many foreigners selling goods here?
It’s quite simple: the market isn’t fully developed yet.
In plain terms, there is demand when things arrive, but the prices aren’t high enough.
Merchants aim to pursue wealth; in Suge, ordinary people can’t afford it. Even those with some money buy these goods with non-international currencies, and the money made from selling the goods can only be spent locally.
What does Suge have that others don’t?
A little bit, but not much, and even fewer things can retain value or make money.
Spending two dollars in costs to ship an item worth one dollar, only a madman would do such things; even if ordinary people have "money," it’s still hard for them to buy goods sold by Federation merchants.
Federation merchants only accept precious metals, gems, and complete beast leathers, items that are easy to carry, easy to liquidate, and have large profit margins.
But the local market is only so big, and ordinary families can’t find enough gold, gems, leather, and spices to trade, so overall, these foreign merchants only serve the truly wealthy and those Gold Diggers.
This also leads to another issue: there’s a market, but no goods. According to natural market laws, high-priced purchase phenomena will occur, making those items on the table, seemingly worthless in the Federation, become extremely expensive here.
Several Gang members have already moved the goods from the warehouse back into their own warehouse. The gang leader is a middle-aged man, close to forty, slightly overweight, with many scars.
He sits in a rattan chair, his eyes gleaming with greed as he looks at those products.
"The people from the Police Station are here..."
Someone quickly walked in. As soon as he finished speaking, two policemen in uniforms stormed in from outside.
Their eyes couldn’t move away from the Federation goods displayed everywhere.
After about ten seconds, the policeman walking at the front finally struggled to free himself from these "treasures."
He is the brother of the Police Station Director and has seen the world, so he escaped faster.
At this moment, he frowned tightly, "The Federation diplomats are protesting again, the mayor is under great pressure. The trouble you caused, you have to solve it yourself."
"Pressure?"
The Gang leader sitting at the head stood up, his broad and stout build exerting great pressure on others.
People from Suge are generally short, with average adult male height only about five feet, roughly 1.5 to 1.6 meters, many are under 1.6 meters.
But this guy is nearly 1.8 meters tall, adding a lot of extra pressure when others face him.
Plus his body full of scars, even the police felt anxious and looked away.
"What pressure?" he scoffed, not showing any respect toward the mayor or Police Station Director; he casually grabbed a handful of Federation products, had his subordinates pack them in a bag.
Then grabbed several handfuls of money, stuffed them in, making the bag round and bulging, before handing it over.
"Is there still pressure?"
The policeman was silent for a moment, reached out to take the bag; it seemed there was no pressure anymore.
Due to poverty and backwardness, the blind political reform failure left many issues, causing the Central Government to lose control over the local areas.
Various Gangs or clans continuously rise locally, these people don’t obey Suge Government’s control, the local government has no good ways to deal with them either.
Backward technology narrowed the distance between the government and civilians; sometimes with just a few knives and a heart daring to kill and not afraid to die, one quickly makes a name in Suge. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
If one has a few shotguns, that’s considered a major force.
The leader lowered his head, looking at the two policemen, his face showing a bit of smile because the other took the gift. His pressure instantly disappeared as he turned around, making the two policemen secretly sigh in relief.
"Find a few guys from the prison, beat them to death, throw them out, just say the people have been found and executed, won’t that end the matter?"
Returning to his seat, he sat down heavily, even sitting down, he seemed almost as tall as the two standing policemen.
"Anything else?"
The Police Station Director’s brother hesitated for a moment, "I’ll discuss this with the Director, but keep a low profile recently, the Federation people are very strong now..."
The Gang leader shook his head as if he had long seen through the truth, "No matter how strong they are, they won’t spend countless money to come here to trouble me for an unremarkable small merchant, for a little money."
"I’m just a small figure, not worth it!"
When saying these words, he did not show the posture of truly being a small figure but rather had an arrogant attitude, laughing heartily after finishing.
The laughter was full of pride, and it’s precisely because he saw this point clearly that he dared to lay hands on the Federation people.
Everything was as he imagined; the Federation people kept condemning, demanding Suge Government to catch the culprit, what else can they do apart from that?
They can’t do anything!
The conflict between Suge Central Government and local government makes it impossible for the Central Government to directly come to the place to arrest people; meanwhile, he’s fed the local heads and brains to the full, no one will move against him.
At least now, or in the coming years, ten to twenty years, no one would want to move against him.
He’s not a stone; he’s a man, has subordinates, has guns, will resist, he’s just a rotten life.
Who dares to fight with such a person?
