This operation had never truly been about the weapons. It was about recovering the immense wealth that had accumulated through months of speculation.
The black market that had once dominated Napuna had ceased to exist in a single night. And this was not the only place that was being raided. The same operation was unfolding at Harlington, Hadju, and Balkes.
They were all receiving the same fate.
As dawn slowly approached, the sounds of panic faded. The district fell quiet once more.
The frantic shouts of merchants were gone. The desperate cries of smugglers attempting to bargain for their freedom had long since died down. Only the clinking sounds of countless gold coins being counted by treasury officials cataloguing the confiscated assets were heard.
Several treasury officials were still running around with exhausted expressions. Their eyes practically glowed every time another hidden vault was discovered.
