Otherworld Advance Team-Chapter 71 - 67 Count Ganet
71: Chapter 67: Count Ganet
71 -67: Count Ganet
Tarute’s room was quiet.
Luo’er watched him silently.
From earlier until now, Tarute’s mental defenses had been gradually crumbling.
Luo’er knew that confessing was just a matter of time for him.
“I, I, if I speak, will you spare my family?” After a long silence, Tarute finally spoke.
“Of course, we don’t relish the idea of troubles with women and children.
As long as you come clean, they’ll be safe,” Luo’er said, approaching him.
“You, you…” Tarute looked at him for a moment, then lowered his head.
After another silence, he gritted his teeth and finally spoke: “The weapons…
were sold to Count Ganet…”
Count Ganet was a nobleman in Otland, his estate located to the west of Holy Heart City, less than three days’ journey away.
“Number One!” Luo’er turned to look at Tangmo, who blinked, and quickly grabbed her notebook to take down notes.
“All of them?” Luo’er followed up.
“No, not all.
However, he bought the most recent batches of weapons.”
“Where were these weapons meant to go in the first place?” Luo’er asked.
“Holy Heart City!” Tarute answered with his head down.
Luo’er knew that Earth’s weapons couldn’t just be sold freely, especially those without a technology gap with Earth’s weapons.
Only the military and government personnel of the Otherworld could order them to prevent weapons proliferation.
The missing batch of weapons was bought with the name of the capital of Otland, Holy Heart City, and Tarute was one of the middlemen in this transaction.
Although the UN Security Council repeatedly requested tracking of the final destination of weapons, they were powerless against the Otherworld and had to let them handle the weapons themselves.
This was a common practice in the Otherworld’s arms market.
The market was divided into civilian and military sectors, and the United Nations classified weapons that posed a direct threat to Earth’s armed forces as military export weapons, only available for purchase by military and governmental institutions.
The civilian market mainly sold vintage weapons, such as bolt-action rifles from World War II.
Supply and demand disparities led to very few regimes capable of purchasing military export weapons, leaving most of them unsold, while the civilian weapons market wasn’t satisfies with old Earth weapons.
Crafty Otherworld merchants started taking advantage of this.
They ordered military weapons in the names of military and government institutions, and then exploited the UN’s difficulty in tracking Otherworld weapons, reselling these weapons in the civilian market for excessive profits.
The United Nations, of course, was aware of all this, but chose to turn a blind eye.
After all, the temptation of gold for any country was irresistible, hence the Security Council maintained a see-no-evil, hear-no-evil attitude.
However, the recent loss of military export weapons had reached disturbing levels for the Security Council.
According to statistics, over thirty divisions’ worth of weapons had disappeared in the Otherworld, with no way to trace their final destination.
It’s challenging to guarantee whether the Otherworld was secretly assembling an army for invading Earth using those weapons.
If Holy Heart City had bought these weapons, it would have been acceptable, but within limits.
A secret agreement existed within the Security Council about what could be sold and what couldn’t.
However, recent events had somewhat exceeded the Security Council’s control.
Information indicated that the Eastern nation Masya’s army had equipped themselves with large-caliber artillery equivalent to about three eighteen-gun battalion and requested to buy shells from Earth.
Such an amount exceeded the agreed quantity within the Security Council.
Hence, there had been continuous disputes about this matter within the Security Council, meanwhile the situation kept escalating, and the United Nations started to demand a thorough investigation of the number of military export weapons lost in the Otherworld in recent years.
Various nations of the Security Council were calculating and plotting against each other, so the headquarters hoped to find some evidence unfavorable to the other countries through the Advance Team to gain the upper hand in the next dispute.
Tarute was one of the middlemen who resold military export weapons.
Depending on exporting weapons from both worlds, he made a vast fortune and employed a powerful guard force.
He thought he could relax a bit once he reached his mansion, not expecting the enemy to find a way in.
According to Tarute, he had at least ordered 30,000 semi-automatic light weapons for Count Ganet, as well as various rocket launchers and mortars, and even two field guns among them.
God knows who sold him these things, although Luo’er already had a vague idea about possible culprits.
Although these weapons were not enough to make Otland the most formidable military power, they were sufficient to arm several modern legions.
Therefore, Luo’er was now pondering what Count Ganet wanted to do with so many weapons.
“What does Count Ganet want to do with these weapons?” Luo’er asked, voicing his inner doubt.
“I don’t know.
I was merely following his instructions.
Where he uses the weapons, I have absolutely no idea,” Tarute answered honestly.
The situation was now clear.
Recently, including the previous missing weapons, most had been sold to Count Ganet by Tarute.
Where this fellow got his money to buy so many weapons, and what he wanted to do with them, Luo’er had no idea.
But, regardless, Count Ganet would now be their next target.
Getting the answers they wanted, Luo’er decided to withdraw.
He looked at the time, calculating the time left and decided to continue asking him a few more questions: “Who assigned you to kill us?”
Tarute widened his eyes looking at him, stuttering for a moment.
He could not, by any means, tell them that it was the orders of the Otherworld Caucasians entrenched in Yazhi City, as it would cut off his source of income.
He had always been buying military-grade weaponry from those people and then sold them in the civilian market.
“I don’t appreciate silence,” Luo’er said, intentionally or unintentionally glancing again at the family photo of the three of them.
Tarute gritted his teeth, internally conflicted.
He was silent for a while before he slowly said, “The Otherworld’s…
Caucasians!”
The people of this world also refer to Earth people as Otherworld people, albeit, distinguished based on race.
They borrowed Earth’s nomenclature, referring to the high-nosed, white-skinned Europeans and Americans as Caucasians, and those from the East Asian region as East Asians. freёnovelkiss.com
As most East Asians have dark pupils, they also call East Asians, the Wujing people.
Luo’er lifted his head and exchanged a glance with Cheng Ziang, both nodding.
They finally got some solid clues.
Just like they had suspected, the CIA mole within the college passed on the information that they were headed into the Otherworld to the CIA, leading them to collaborate with the Australian police in Ulysses City to lay an ambush for the Advance Team and prevent them from entering the Otherworld.
However, it was clear that the headquarters had also collaborated with another portion of the police to escort the Advance Team into the Otherworld.
After their failure to intercept them on Earth, they commissioned their partner, Tarute, to issue a pursuance order and provided him with detailed information about the Advance Team.
This explained why the Blood Wolves Mercenaries knew so much about their physical characteristics and even their arrival time.
Given the amount of thought the CIA has put in to prevent the Advance Team from entering the Otherworld, it was evident that they had some secrets hidden in this world that they did not want the Advance Team to uncover.
This secret might likely be associated with the missing armaments case.
Thinking of this, Luo’er once again looked at Cheng Ziang.
It seemed that the latter also realized the gravity of the matter and nodded.
He signaled Luo’er to retreat and report all the information they had gathered.
“You, you…” Tarute, observing their movements, incessantly came up with countermeasures.
Suddenly, an idea struck him and he couldn’t help exclaiming, “You people are from the Otherworld!”
He was sure that these people were indeed from Earth.
The loophole was Luo’er.
As a half-elf, his eyes did not contain the humility that half-elves living in the Otherworld usually had; instead, he was brimming with confidence.
The half-elves in the Otherworld didn’t have expressions like these, let alone Luo’er who was of mixed wood elf lineage.
Tarute, who had encountered numerous people, knew that even the fiercest of half-elves carried a deep sense of inferiority in their eyes, something they could never change.
Luo’er was about to turn around and leave when he was startled by Tarute’s words.
He looked at him incredulously.
Seeing Luo’er’s reaction, Tarute was now absolutely certain that they were Earth people.
However, he did not understand why a half-elf would appear on Earth.
“You,” Luo’er looked at him, appearing as if he wanted to say something, but stopping short.
He pursed his lips and eventually sighed, speaking to himself, “It would have been better if you just kept your mouth shut!”
“What do you mean?” Tarute looked at him, a sense of unease welling up in his heart.
Luo’er did not pay attention to him but turned around and ordered Tangmo, “Number one, you leave first!”
Tangmo didn’t know what had happened.
He glanced at Luo’er, then at Tarute, before nodding and slowly opening the door to step out of the silent space.
The room was now left only with the three of them, Luo’er and two lifeless bodies, as well as a fainting maid.
Luo’er made a sign with his hand, a sign only his squad members would know.
It meant asking him to cover his back.
Cheng Ziang kept his knife positioned at Tarute’s neck all along.
As he slowly stepped away from behind Tarute, the knife blade pressing against his throat.
Seeing his surprised expression, Cheng Ziang couldn’t help but sneer a little, repeating what Luo’er just said, “It would have been better if you just kept your mouth shut.”
“Wha…” Before Tarute could finish speaking, he felt a chill at his neck, followed right after by his neck spouting hot blood.
He struggled weakly as the gushing blood flooded into his throat, which also drained his body of energy.
He slid down slowly behind the table, trembled in the pools of blood.
Blood filled his lungs making it impossible for him to breathe.
He widened his eyes, grasped his throat desperately, trying to breathe some familiar air, but didn’t manage to fulfill his wish.
Eventually, everything before him darkened, and he died resentfully due to suffocation.
Cheng Ziang looked coldly at his struggles until the end, his face void of any emotion.
The air was filled with a stronger smell of blood.
He subconsciously covered his nose and then tore down the runes attached to the walls, taking out the magic crystals embedded within.
After erasing any signs of their presence, Cheng Ziang looked over the room once more before finally leaving.
