Chapter 111: A series of tricks
Under the cover of night, across the Indochina Peninsula, the neon lights of the city and the darkness of the jungle confront each other. A carefully woven drama quietly unfolds in this land of gunfire and desire.
Mo Xiaohan deliberately left Victor's "ally", arms dealer Carlos, as a surviving chess piece, allowing him to "luckily" escape from Bangkok.
Soon, the information that "the Mohist school was leaderless and in chaos" followed the veins of crime all the way north, and after several twists and turns, it was presented to Victor by his confidant.
Northern Myanmar, Naga headquarters.
"Is it really collapsed?" A hint of doubt flashed in Victor's gray-blue eyes. The cigar burned quietly at his fingertips, and the scarlet light reflected his murky mood at the moment.
The confidant behind him bowed his head respectfully and reported in a low voice: "Ruan Xingchen has been in a coma since her miscarriage. Mo Xiaohan... is completely useless. There is now resentment within the Mo family, and people's hearts... are scattered."
"Something's still wrong..." Victor turned around slowly, his voice low and sarcastic, "Mo Xiaohan isn't someone who would break down so easily."
"According to our bribed insider, Mo Xiaohan has not been in the management for several days. Currently, all affairs are handled by Atai and Savika. The chaos within the Mo family does not seem to be fake."
The room fell silent, with only the faint sound of cigar smoke rising.
"Then... let's try again." Victor thought for a moment and finally spoke, "Tell that insider that I want the latest defense map of the Mohist Yangon Port."
"Yes, sir."
Three days later, when Victor's highly paid Mohist insider, Anan, the captain of the port guard, actually transmitted the defense map, a trace of genuine fluctuation finally crossed his eyes.
He carefully examined the blueprints, his eyes cold and a hint of cautious amusement. "Mo Xiaohan is no fool. His port is impregnable. How could he so easily let a guard captain hand his lifeline into my hands?" He pondered for a moment, then ordered his confidant, "Send someone to 'test' their reaction."
The next day, the confidant brought back the latest intelligence.
"Sir, the deployment map is indeed real." The confidant's voice was filled with suppressed excitement. "Our men followed the map and successfully infiltrated. If it weren't for the unexpected appearance of a supervisor who alerted us, perhaps the results would have been even greater."
Victor's doubts began to slowly dissipate.
"Good! Very good! Since Mo Xiaohan has given up on himself and given me such a generous gift, if I don't accept it, wouldn't I be letting him down?" His gray-blue eyes burst into a fiery light. "Gather the elite Nagas. In a week, I will take over the Mo family's Yangon Port!"
The surprise attack a week later went exceptionally smoothly.
Using this defense map, the Naga elite quickly seized control of the core port area at minimal cost. The resistance was even weaker than expected; the Mohist guards seemed genuinely demoralized and vulnerable to collapse.
Victor stood in Yangon Harbor, looking at the fluttering Naga Snake Flag, feeling very proud. The last trace of doubt was also dispelled by this "glorious" victory.
He finally believed that Mo Xiaohan was completely ruined because of Ruan Xingchen and was about to become his vulnerable defeated opponent. A smile that truly belonged to a conqueror appeared on his face.
But he will never know that all this is being displayed in real time on Mo Xiaohan's surveillance screen.
"Boss, the fish have taken the bait." A-Tai reported with a sneer, "Rangoon Harbor has been 'fallen' as planned. Our forces have all been 'dispersed'. Important assets and core personnel have been relocated in advance. Victor's men are fully deployed."
"Very good." Mo Xiaohan's eyes flashed with a deep calmness and cold calculation: "Continue to feed him 'peace of mind pills'. The more he feeds, the faster he will die."
Meanwhile, back in Europe, Emil leverages the Rockefeller family's influence to secretly freeze three secret Berg family funding chains and successfully incites a senior member to defect. Victor's two most trusted confidants in Europe are "accidentally" detained while crossing the border and have not been heard from since.
After Emil signed the document, the Berg family's private jet route permit quietly expired. He rubbed his brow. If he lost this gamble, the Rockefeller family would be doomed. But he had no choice but to cooperate with Mo Xiaohan and trust in that man's strategy and strength.
Emile walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked towards Southeast Asia. Victor should have heard the news, but with that man's arrogance, he would never take a "young boy" like him seriously.
"Of course he looks down on you." Mo Xiaohan's voice was as cold as a knife in the encrypted channel, "Just like a lion won't care about a rabbit's fangs until it bites its throat off."
Sure enough, when the alarm message from Europe reached Victor's ears, he just sipped his red wine and sneered: "Little Rockefeller? That little brat who's still nursing?"
He casually threw the tablet to his subordinate and said, "Let him do whatever he wants. Even when his father was alive, he couldn't beat me, let alone him. After I finish dealing with Mo Xiaohan, that brat will be next."
But Victor still called Emil, his tone full of sarcasm: "What, little Rockefeller, have you finally learned to bite people?"
Emil's voice was unusually calm, without a trace of emotion. "Mr. Berg, some mistakes, once made, can never be redeemed."
Victor laughed heartily, his tone contemptuous and arrogant. "Really? Then let's see who pays the price first. Don't forget, your father said something similar back then."
He cut off the communication directly without giving Emile a chance to say anything else.
He was completely unaware that within the Swiss border system, the monitoring and interception procedures targeting the Berg family and their associates were being gradually upgraded.
Emile calmly manipulated every link, methodically cutting off Victor's escape routes and support in Europe step by step. It was like a silently tightening noose, waiting for the prey to struggle to exhaustion.
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