The sky had just begun to brighten when six twin-rotor Chinooks arrived at the hill where the Three Rivers Pavilion base was located. They crudely dropped several bombs, and the shock waves flattened the vegetation within dozens of meters. After the helicopters landed one after another, a group of heavily armed Canadian soldiers immediately took control of the entire hilltop.
Li Bai had not waited for the promised Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Instead, a group of Canadian government troops had arrived.
They were certainly not private forces like the corporate police of Yasel Mining Company, but actual regular troops under the command of CANCOM (Canada Command, the domestic headquarters).
The moment Li Bai saw the soldiers, he knew Shi Boxue had not lied to him.
The Chinese government and the Canadian authorities had struck an under-the-table deal, putting an end to the Three Rivers Pavilion mess by force. With the local authorities personally stepping in, there would naturally be no more trouble.
Old Zhou, representing Three Rivers Pavilion's legal entity, signed a contract termination agreement on-site with Kitty Akroyd, the chairman of Yasel Mining Company. Three copies were made.
The Canadian authorities had sent notaries, who certified the agreement on the spot in accordance with legal standards.
"I still have plenty of land. If you see anywhere you like, just say the word. Cooperation benefits everyone!"
Kitty Akroyd, the pudgy black man who had been locked up all night, wasn't angry in the least. As he spoke, he handed the fresh bank draft to Shi Boxue, head of Institute 507's action team, wearing a greasy grin that made people want to slap him.
350 million Canadian Dollars, equivalent to 270 million US dollars. The mining company was loaded, and had deposited the money directly in a bank draft that was