"Sir, what is my next mission? I want to become much stronger," Samuel asked.
The manager looked at him carefully.
His eyes studied Samuel as if measuring his potential once again.
For a moment, he remained silent, thinking.
Then a slight smile appeared on his face.
"I might have the perfect plan for that," he said slowly.
Samuel leaned forward slightly.
"What is it, sir?"
The manager rested his arms on the table.
"Based on your current capability, I know the best place for your next mission," he said. "You will go to Africa."
"Africa?" Samuel repeated, slightly surprised. "What kind of work will I be doing there?"
The manager nodded.
"In Somalia, piracy is still a major issue. There are organized pirate groups controlling parts of the sea. And not just Somalia—many countries in Africa are struggling with powerful gangs and criminal networks."
Samuel listened carefully, his expression turning serious.
"I understand… but what exactly will my role be?"
"You will track them," the manager said. "Find the locations of their hidden bases, their supply routes, and their leaders. After that, you will assist local authorities in capturing or eliminating them."
Samuel crossed his arms, thinking deeply.
"That sounds… bigger than my previous missions."
"It is," the manager replied. "This is not just about combat. This mission will test your intelligence, endurance, and adaptability."
Samuel nodded slowly.
Then he asked,
"But why are we helping African nations specifically?"
The manager leaned back slightly.
"Russia has signed military and economic agreements with forty-three African nations. In return, Russia gains access to valuable natural resources and strategic advantages."
He paused briefly.
"This mission is not only about eliminating criminals. It is about strengthening international relations."
Samuel's eyes sharpened.
"And… it will also make me stronger?"
The manager gave a faint smile.
"Without a doubt. You will face enemies far more dangerous than anything you've seen before."
Samuel took a deep breath.
"Thank you for the mission, sir."
Then he hesitated before asking,
"But… how are decisions like this made? Can you assign missions like this on your own?"
The manager shook his head.
"No. These decisions are made by our group leader."
Samuel frowned slightly.
"Group leader?"
"Yes," the manager said. "Before AGSA became an official organization, it was a private group. Later, the government requested us to formalize it into what it is today."
Samuel nodded.
"I see… so there is someone above all of this."
The manager picked up a file and placed it on the table.
"Your flight will depart in three days. Prepare yourself."
Samuel stood up.
"Understood."
As he walked out of the office, his mind was already focused on the next battlefield.
Africa.
A place filled with danger, chaos, and opportunity.
In India...
"Haider planed to make drugs and export them to other countries, and this will help him in controling many other businesses" said Jaiyog in the call.
"Is this his work?" Asked Garayon.
"No. He only works under that one person, the biggest businessman in the blackmarket..." said Jaiyog.
"Thanks, for the information, bye dude." Said Garayon.
Garayon stands up quietly as he ended the call.
"He plans to produce drugs, export them internationally, and control multiple businesses," Garayon said.
Saim frowned.
"Is that really his goal?"
Garayon shook his head.
"No. He is working under someone else."
Raj looked serious.
"Someone above Haider?"
Garayon nodded.
"The biggest businessman in the black market."
A brief silence followed.
Kane scratched his head.
"So even someone like Haider is just working under another guy…"
Saim crossed his arms.
"Then that person must be extremely powerful."
Raj sighed.
"Of course, there shall be someone ordering Haider"
"It won't be easy to find him."
Kane stretched lazily.
"So, Raj… how strong have we become now?" Saim asked.
Raj looked at them with a slight smirk.
"Strong?" he said. "Not even close."
Saim frowned immediately.
"What do you mean?"
Raj spoke bluntly.
"Let me give you a reality check. The people you fought at underground weren't even hundreds."
Kane nodded in agreement.
"Yeah… we're still pretty weak."
Raj continued,
"Most of the people you defeated were just workers. Jim was the only average-level fighter among them."
Saim clenched his fists.
"So after all this… we're still weak?"
Kane looked at him seriously.
"We've improved, but we're nowhere near the top."
Raj nodded.
"Exactly. The real fighters… the dangerous ones… are on a completely different level."
Saim let out a deep breath, frustration clear on his face.
"I can't believe it… after everything, we're still this far behind."
Garayon finally spoke.
His voice was calm, but firm.
"Then we just have to get stronger."
The others looked at him.
"There's no shortcut," Garayon continued. "We fight, we lose, we improve… and we keep going."
Raj smiled slightly.
"That's the right mindset."
Saim nodded slowly.
"Yeah… and next time, we won't be this weak."