Not far away, Na Sa and his men were celebrating around a bonfire.
Na Si felt no joy from the victory. The flames danced in his eyes, flickering uncertainly.
They had taken this rare earth mining area with remarkable ease. There had been no resistance at all. To prevent casualties, the people in charge had not even uttered a harsh word. They cooperated with them all the way, withdrawing every worker from the mine and allowing them to occupy it.
Those people in charge had acted as if the mine in their hands were a hot potato. When Na Si's men came to seize it, they had seemed eager to hand it over.
Without lifting a finger, they had taken a rare earth mining area worth more than three billion.
Something about this was deeply abnormal.
And it had been his younger brother who had sent people to the other Ant Army Group mining areas, urging the nearby armed forces to act with them.
One armed group might be targeted, but if several appeared at once, it would look like public outrage. The Ant Army Group should have been unable to do anything to them.
He had watched the news. The Ant Army Group had not made any tough statements. They only cared about casualties, and beyond that, there were merely official negotiations.
Several major mining areas had been seized, losses had exceeded ten billion, yet the Ant Army Group remained unmoved. They had once dared to directly stand up to American sanctions, but now they were as still as dead water.
The calmer they were, the more uneasy he felt. But it was too late to do anything now. He had still listened to his brother's suggestion and chosen to strike at this rare earth mine.
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