Chapter 82: Staggering Currency
"The flight can depart in half an hour, but it's three in the morning now, and the road to that airport is quite far. Do you need our people to escort you?"
"Thanks, I can make my own way there."
"Is that so? Well, have a pleasant journey. Your passport is being made, and someone will hand it to you on the plane."
Su Xiao nodded. This was a favor.
"After I return, I can help you with one matter. We'll discuss the specifics then."
"Good, haha, Mr. Su is truly a straightforward man."
Su Xiao hung up the phone. The reason he contacted the Scavengers was to reach his destination faster. If he traveled on his own, it would take at least ten days or so. With the Scavengers' help, it was different—he could arrive quickly.
Leaving the villa, Su Xiao mounted Bubu Wang's back. After indicating the direction, Bubu Wang began running at full speed.
Bubu Wang sprinted down a highway, leaving a dark shadow in the night.
Whoosh~.
Bubu Wang raced along the road, where a group of men and women were gathered, drag racing.
A rush of air swept past, leaving the young people dumbfounded.
A girl sitting in a sports car froze, the cigarette in her mouth dropping onto her pale thigh.
The girl screamed in pain from the burn. What she had just witnessed was too surreal—she thought she saw a husky running by.
The girl shook her head. It must be hallucinations from staying up too many nights lately.
Engines roared, and the young men and women continued their drag race, a real-life version of *Speed & Passion*.
Su Xiao soon arrived at a small airport, where a Scavenger member was waiting at the gate.
"Mr. Su, we've been expecting you."
After greeting the person, Su Xiao boarded a private plane. The Scavengers' influence in the real world was truly far-reaching.
Su Xiao never underestimated the nation. Even with Contractors existing, the country remained so stable, showing the terrifying power of the state machinery.
Moreover, in recent years, his homeland had become increasingly prosperous and powerful.
Boarding the private plane, Bubu Wang grew listless. He hated riding in vehicles.
...
A day later, the private plane reached its destination.
As soon as he stepped off the plane, a wave of heat hit him. Unlike the coolness of the seaside, the country Su Xiao had arrived in had high temperatures.
"Mr. Su, due to certain issues, we can only take you this far. As for the currency problem..."
The Scavenger member looked a bit awkward, pointing to several large burlap sacks on the plane.
"What's this?"
Su Xiao was puzzled. Were these Scavengers so wealthy that they carried money in sacks?
"Mr. Su, this is forty trillion Zimbabwean dollars, roughly equivalent to about ten thousand RMB."
"What?"
Su Xiao was stunned. He was currently in Zimbabwe, Africa. The target of his revenge was near Zimbabwe.
"It's like this: Zimbabwe's currency mechanism has half-collapsed, and other currencies don't flow smoothly here. You can guess the specific reasons even without me saying them."
The Scavenger member pulled a Zimbabwean dollar from the sack. When Su Xiao saw the denomination on the bill, he felt an absurd sense of disbelief.
"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands, millions, ten millions, hundreds of millions?!"
The bill in Su Xiao's hand was worth two hundred and fifty million Zimbabwean dollars!
If Zimbabweans played a game of mahjong, betting a hundred million and winning a billion would be perfectly normal.
"Never mind. If nothing unexpected happens, I'll return in a few days. I'll figure out the expenses myself."
Su Xiao stepped off the plane, and a dilapidated city came into view.
This was Zimbabwe, Africa. Poverty shrouded this place. The average income here was very low, unimaginably low.
In his homeland, eating was just a daily necessity, an ordinary thing. But here, having a full meal was a luxury.
As Su Xiao walked down the plane, a dozen black-skinned children ran up, babbling something he couldn't understand.
These children were begging. Whenever a yellow-skinned person appeared here, these kids would run up to beg. In their eyes, yellow-skinned people were all wealthy.
Su Xiao didn't give anything to these children. Sometimes, a seemingly kind gesture could bring him a lot of trouble. Here, he couldn't show off his wealth.
Although Su Xiao was strong, he didn't want to invite unnecessary trouble.
His destination was the border region of Zimbabwe, a true lawless land where various warlords ran rampant, controlled by several armed forces.
Walking through the streets of Zimbabwe, the public security was tolerable, not too chaotic.
It took a lot of effort for Su Xiao to find a taxi. Due to the language barrier, he negotiated with the taxi driver for a long time before reaching an agreement.
In the end, the fare for the taxi wasn't currency but a large bag of cookies.
The black young man grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and spoke with a natural rap rhythm—perhaps this was a racial talent.
The taxi set off, but after reaching the border, no matter how much Su Xiao increased the offer, the black young man refused to go further.
The black young man mimed a gun with his hand, pointing it at his own head, and kept shaking his head, roughly meaning that the area was rife with firearms and he wouldn't go there.
At this point, they had essentially left Zimbabwe's territory, but there was no airport here, so Su Xiao had to first reach Zimbabwe.
This place had no name. Because local diamonds were mined there, some called it Diamond Wash River.
Getting out of the taxi, Su Xiao could only ride Bubu Wang forward. After traveling for about three hours, a small town appeared in sight.
"Finally here. How could an African have been involved in that incident back then?"
This was something Su Xiao had never understood, but he would find the target first.
Entering the town ahead, he walked into a dilapidated street.
This was a market. The stalls on either side weren't buildings but wooden sheds.
The items sold in the market weren't vegetables, fruits, or clothes, but various firearms.
The most common gun in the market was the AK. Other types of automatic rifles were also plentiful, but AKs were the most common.
Ammunition boxes filled the stalls, and some sheds even displayed heavy machine guns, with orange bullet belts hanging from the wooden roofs.
Just looking at this market showed how chaotic it was—selling weapons was like selling vegetables.
Passing through this area, the items at the next stalls were even stranger: a kind of yellow dirt cake.
Su Xiao picked up a piece of dirt cake and studied it for a long time without guessing its purpose.
The stall owner seemed to notice Su Xiao's confusion, picked up a dirt cake, took a bite, and crunched it noisily.
So eating dirt really existed—it wasn't just a joke.
Leaving the dilapidated market, Su Xiao urgently needed a guide who could translate the language, but such guides were hard to find here.
Su Xiao knew the general location of his target, but not the specific details.