The Conspiracy of the Elites

Chapter 177: the thief terrorizing the south

Ok, boys. Lets move, we have a bus to catch. Emily clapped to rally her mercenaries, as they quickly stood up, getting ready to leave.

After Clark left, she quickly took over as the new temporary Commander of the mercenary group by default. This was a rule that they already set after Clark started leaving after some missions.

She guided the mercenaries to carefully pack and arrange their loot before they all went out of the forest.

Their destination was the Spy men dynasty. As their next mission was in the dynasty, they intended to directly go there to not waste money unnecessarily for other travels.

This brought the problem of them not having a private transport vessel again. When they finally get enough remuneration from their missions, Emily already placed getting a private exotic jet as their priority target to purchase.

As they just underwent a huge battle, they all needed rest, and she was sensitive and perceptive enough to plan for it. When they arrive at the dynasty, she planned their first stoppage location to be a nice hotel to rest their sore muscles.

Even after resting up and completely recovering their old vigor, they would not embark on their new mission immediately, they had to sell the loot that they got from the battle.

Even if they had no loot to sell, they would still not start their new mission immediately.

In the mercenary line, it was an important rule to always provide time to get adequate rest after such large missions as their recent one. Even if it was not for their physical health, their mental health needed it.

After 6 months of being in the mercenary business and already making a name for themselves, they now had channels and networks where they could easily sell their loot in exchange for money, equipment, or resources.

All the mercenaries trailed after their temporary Commander, as the intimidating silhouette formed by their uniform movements gradually disappeared into the depths of the forest.

A few dozen minutes after Clark boarded his hired airplane, he finally landed at the Vatican central airport.

Though he was called by General Maks, it was not an urgent order to go immediately. Before he went, he wanted to settle down at his mansion to calm his nerves from the recent battle, to present himself at its possible best.

Seeing his abrupt arrival, the workers who served and maintained his Vatican mansion were surprised, as he originally told them that he would be back in another 2 months time.

They quickly adjusted though, as they were already used to him frequently breaking most of his promises and compromising his decisions.

Good afternoon sir. They all stood up and greeted with respectful expressions on their faces.

Clark responded with a smile, before quickly disappearing into the depths of the mansion. He wanted to have a cold and refreshing bath badly.

A few minutes later, he finally emerged out of his luxurious bathroom as faint water drops dripped out of his finely chiseled body.

He left the faint water drops to dry on his skin, thereby refreshing and giving him stimulating feelings. It was a very wonderful experience no matter how many times he practiced it, it always felt like he was submerged in heavenly ice water.

He read about this refreshing bathing method after reading a documentary of one of the Spartan medical professors, so he always followed it and it worked well for him.

On entering his room, though he felt the urge to just plop down and rest on his king-sized bed, he forced himself to get dressed. Even if General Vincent did not give him an exact time, him going at a later time was disrespect to a higher-ranked soldier.

In less than a few minutes, he quickly got set before going outside with large strides. This time, he was dressed in black thick velvet trousers, a black overcoat, shiny black boots, and a black designer wristwatch.

The other details of his body were mostly all black, including his currently permed hair, which made him look like the legendary spies in black.

Hum!! On getting to his garage, his originally dormant car made a loud mechanical sound as its rugged engine powered up like a beast waking up from slumber.

He nodded while humming a tone on hearing the cars engine sounds, as he smoothly entered the drivers seat. Today, he was driving manually.

Zoom!! The cars headlights lit up before it reversed to come out of its confined space. After this, it finally sped up the underground garage to the direction of the mansion gate.

Sensing the cars movement energy signatures from afar, the A. I controlled gate opened on its own volition as the car quickly sped past it the next second.

Clarks journey would be approximately an hours journey, as here to Mexican City was fairly long.

Mexican City is the capital city of the Southern Spartan region, as well as General Vincents territory and seat of operation. As the 3rd and strongest General of Southern Sparta, the best territories were reserved for him.

It was also the most developed city in the south, significantly more developed than the current Vatican City.

Though Clark already visited there before, that was when he was still just a kid. This was his first time visiting it for real as an adult. Soliloquizing, he could not help but think that he was severely lacking in terms of areas hes visited, compared to others his age.

Am I an introvert? He could not help but question himself in a puzzled tone.

F*ck! No way. I have so many friends already. He quickly countered his thoughts with this, before focusing on what was at hand.

His car quickly changed into its next gear, as he finally entered the freeways of the highway. He smiled on seeing this, before relaxing himself and stepping on the gas harder, prompting the car to jerk forward like an enraged sports bull.

50 minutes after he entered the highway, he finally crossed down into the main road leading to Mexican City. This was only possible because of his exotic car, as normal cars needed at least 2 hours to cross this same distance.

After entering the boisterous and most prosperous city here in the south, he did not linger, as he knew where he was going. He expertly navigated between the large row of vehicles, driving closer to the largest conspicuous mansion in the city.

On reaching General Vincents mansion, despite his current luxurious lifestyle, he was still awed.

The mansion towered up like the Egyptian watchtowers of old while spreading wildly to the sides like dozens of estates were packed into it. This was the perfect description of power and money in the display.

Despite the awe-inspiring sight, he did not stop to admire it as the enormous gates of the mansion instantly opened on sensing his cars energy signatures.

The General sent for him, so all the workers in the mansion were expecting his arrival.

As soon as he parked his car in the equally luxurious car garage, he came out to meet an extremely large gathering of soldiers and workers alike, who the General sent to welcome him.

Major Clark, welcome to our Generals mansion. He is waiting for you inside. The soldier who seemed to be the leader of these delegates quickly said to him in a respectful tone.

He nodded with a poker face to indicate that he understood, before following the path that was shown to him straight to the main mansion building.

2 minutes later, he finally saw the first General that he encountered in his short life again. Compared to 4 years ago, the General hardly exhibited any change in appearance, nor were there any signs of old age.

Seeing this, he could not help but sigh. Life prolonging medications are really cheating. I wonder what those powerful men of the 21st century would have felt if they knew that such wonders would come after their deaths.

Despite his randomly flying thoughts, he was still able to remember where he was and he exhibited the basic respect etiquette of a soldier meeting a superior.

Good afternoon, General. He greeted respectfully while adding a slight bow to compliment it.

Haha, Clark, welcome to my humble abode. The General quickly responded with a loud laugh, before beckoning for him to seat at the sparkling white cushioning chair at the corner.

Clark, its been a long time since I last saw you. If I remember correctly, thats 4 years ago. As he said this, he sat up straighter to observe him more thoroughly, as if looking for something.

And as I predicted, youre now already a big shot.

Thank you for the compliment sir. Clark quickly replied humbly, which prompted another smile on the Generals face.

After exchanging this short greeting, the atmosphere of superior and subordinate between them cleared a bit, as they started discussing random matters which did the job of whiling away their time.

10 minutes later, the General finally revealed why he called for him, and the mission he had for him.

Clark, I would love to listen to all your stories about your fairytale-like adventures in the dangerous Mediterranean Sea, but I simply dont have that time, and I know that you also dont.

The reason why I called you is that there is a thief currently here in the south.

Hearing this, Clark was completely flabbergasted. A thief? Thats why you called for me all the way from my mission.

As if sensing his thoughts, the General chuckled before replying. Dont get me wrong, I would never call you so abruptly from whatever you were doing because of an insignificant thief.

This guy is an elite thief. Probably a spoiled brat from a high-grade country who came here for a wild adventure.

I would not have cared for him originally. But this brat recently stole my best car, a limited-edition model car that I recently bought. This effrontery completely rubbed me the wrong way.

Like youre fully aware of, I can easily capture this guy alone if I want, but that would be embarrassing. From his actions, I dont think he is a 3rd rank high-grade soldier already, so I decided on you as the best candidate to nab him in for me.

5 minutes later, the General quickly filled him in on all he needed to know about his target and the money he was ready to fork out for him if he succeeded in capturing the target.

After getting every information that he needed, he ate the refreshment that was presented by the Generals cook, greeted him again before standing up to go.

Well, the pay is nice. I guess I just added another priority into my blueprint missions for this month. He soliloquized, as he quickly left the Generals enormous mansion the next moment.

[Thank you for reading this chapter, I really appreciate it. Please, I want to inform you all that my health has been a little impaired for the past few days, so I couldn't write. Only my stockpile has been carrying me on, and its almost finished. I hope I can resume writing before it finishes. I wrote this notification just to get your patience. Thanks.]