Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2533 - 2371: An Astounding Secret

Under the intense gazes of countless powerhouses, Gitti pondered for a few moments.

"Okay."

Of course.

Her choice wasn't her own; orders buzzed through her earpiece. Like a marionette, she followed the Organization's will precisely.

No freedom whatsoever.

Yet.

Not a trace of resentment showed.

Humans.

True dread lies not in serving others, but in utter uselessness. Among elites, this stands as ironclad truth. It's why she basked in daylight once more.

Failing that.

She'd rot in confinement, tilling soil daily. Free now, yet still tilling—one chews weeds in squalor.

The other savors them in a six-star haven.

Both munch wild greens.

Worlds apart.

"Good."

Opening gambit, solid launch.

"When will the Asia Dollar exchange rate get unveiled? No more tiny annual hikes; smart maneuvers could yield massive gains."

"No plans at present."

"..."

"Filtering solution technology—can we access it? Don't worry, we won't rival Myanmar Environmental Technology Company, purely for study."

"Fine, but only post-mission completion."

"Good."

"..."

"Transcription fluid technology."

"Dream on."

"..."

About that.

All had anticipated it. Routine techs negotiate smoothly, but transcription fluid forms Myanmar's unbeatable core. Snagging it on the cheap?

Impossible!

...

Thirty minutes passed.

Session ended.

Brief?

Hardly!

Merely a gathering to hash out broad strokes. Gitti's team prepped detailed schemes, rolled out sequentially.

Plans reviewed.

Silence fell.

Evidently.

Long-conceived scheme. Blueprints drawn ages ago. Obeying commands spares brainpower—a true boon.

Age catches up.

Easing mental load suits perfectly.

Contentment reigned.

The blueprint.

Held no outrageous asks or abrupt upheavals. Just nudging amid present turmoil.

Considering.

All attendees wield titanic influence; raw brawls ill-fit. Per pact, boost Asia Dollar past Euro's share.

Regarding this.

Various syndicates brimmed with assurance.

Back then.

Euro stood firm.

Headaches galore, especially with Asia Dollar scraping two-three percent—nightmare fuel. Circumstances shifted; now over ten percent.

Nearing Euro's half.

A push away.

Over taking it? Doable.

...

Ford Clan.

"Departing?"

"Yes."

"Alright, stay safe."

Gitti exchanged few words with her dad. Absent the mission, she'd skip this visit. Brief farewell, then off in her vehicle.

Overhead.

Elder Ford eyed the motorcade vanishing afar, mute for ages. Regardless, she's his blood, though urges to seize her surged repeatedly lately.

Yet he restrained fiercely.

All.

For higher stakes.

Minimally.

Grub stays cooking. Deep down, her Myanmar grip bolsters Ford might indirectly. Disobedience aside.

Still.

Wayward offspring mature eventually into "reason."

Moreover.

Detain her? Futile. Pre-arrangements locked in. Ling jumping ships spells chaos.

Through years.

Gitti's steadiness stems from syndicate muscle. She reins in locals like Ling's greed. Capturing her? Poor strategy.

Hence.

Moments ago.

Ling watching, syndicates stayed courteous to Gitti, no clashes. Chiefly to signal Ling: her clout weighs heavy.

Curbing betrayal.

...

That evening.

Gitti boarded a flight, jetting across lands.

True enough.

Jet-setting.

As covert "overlord," exposure complete—eyes confirmed her "role." No excessive wariness required now.

Lacking that.

Illogical.

Los Angeles.

Washington.

Post-U.S. circuit, agenda spans dozen-plus nations, total liberty. Per schedule, Myanmar return late November.

Aloft.

Gitti marveled anew; airport entry skipped standard paths. Vehicle bypassed checks, straight onto tarmac.

Thus.

Anxiety stirred; she warned: "Watch Kovalro closely—key consortium asset, intel prowess unmatched."

"FBI, CIA, Homeland Security—tough foes all."

To her surprise.

The liaison responded with composure.

"Kovalro?"

"Who claimed the present Kovalro remains under the consortia's grip? Regarding those three intelligence agencies you brought up, why couldn't the Organization have infiltrated them?"

Upon hearing this.

Gitti stood stunned, her jaw dropped wide, disbelief etched across her features. It felt as if she'd uncovered yet another colossal secret—what should she do next?

Would they silence her?

God!

Was this meant to intimidate her, or was it the stark truth? The words nearly outright declared: Kovalro had fallen completely under the Organization’s dominion. Those three intelligence departments too.

Infiltrated by the Organization, and clearly far beyond mere surface-level intrusion.

Heavens!

What sort of Organization had she aligned herself with? Mingled with her terror came a surge of exhilaration; back when she first wielded "heavy fists," such dreams had danced in her mind.

Should she ever seize command of these powers and entities, she'd rise as a true global heavyweight. Yet it stayed just a fleeting fancy, utterly unattainable.

Incredibly.

The very fantasies she'd harbored were now realities forged by the Organization.

Electrified.

Overjoyed.

This mighty Organization matched her ambitions perfectly; abruptly, she sensed that perhaps one day, the Organization might dominate the entire world.

Power.

Wealth.

Technology.

Military.

…

All would bend to the whims of this colossal hand. Her role? Assisting the Organization in fulfilling this epic ambition. The mere thought sent shivers through her.

Moments later.

She regained her poise.

Gazing beyond the cabin window, a spark of passion gleamed in her eyes. To play a part in such monumental feats made her existence in this world profoundly meaningful.

…

With agreement secured.

The following day.

Major U.S. media outlets buzzed with activity once more. They delved deeply into Eurozone affairs, with ERV spearheading the opinion-shaping effort.

The cause was straightforward.

Europe's top social apps, Facebook and Utopi, were ERV properties. Add in the array of short-video platforms driving traffic.

And they dominated the top spot unchallenged.

Before.

It had only offered support when opportunities emerged. Neutrality kept it restrained then. Now, though, it aggressively steered public sentiment.

At the same time.

Various consortia geared up.

Honing their blades for the Euro.

In an instant.

Eurozone's key nations grew even more chaotic; within the European Union itself, anti-Euro fervor swelled, sparking mass street demonstrations.

They demanded scrapping the Euro and reviving their nations' original currencies.