Chapter 133: Chapter 133
Gonda called the meeting immediately.
The room he used was larger than before. It had to be. The alliance was no longer only a quiet talk between a few men. After the Rust Gate matter and the public move he had made there, more groups had come closer to his side.
More than five gangs were represented in the room now.
Some leaders sat at the table. Some sent trusted men in their place. A few had joined because they wanted profit. A few had joined because they were afraid of being left outside. None of them looked fully comfortable.
Gonda sat at the head of the table.
Kundra stood behind him.
The room quieted when Gonda placed a file on the table.
"An order came from above," Gonda said.
No one asked who above meant.
By now, everyone in that room knew there was a nameless organization standing over this alliance. Some called it Wil’s side. Some called it the foreign line. Some did not name it at all.
Gonda opened the file and took out several sheets.
"These are the companies," he said.
One leader leaned forward. "Companies?"
Gonda slid the papers across the table.
"Your people will receive the details. The company names are here. Their supply routes are marked too. The imported goods they depend on are also written."
The leaders began looking through the pages.
Finding these companies had not been hard. Their own men had gathered most of it. Men who worked near freight yards talked for money. Drivers talked after drinking. Warehouse clerks talked when they thought no one important was listening.
For organizations like theirs, this kind of information was never far away.
Gonda tapped the first page.
"The order is simple. Anything these companies bring from outside the country should be stopped."
The room changed at once.
One of the newer leaders frowned. "Everything from outside?"
"Everything that matters," Gonda said.
"Why not target only one kind of goods?" another man asked.
Gonda looked at him.
"Because one pattern is easy to read," he said. "If we keep hitting only one kind of goods, they will read the pattern and prepare around it. We are not giving them one clean target."
That made several men quiet.
That was the real reason for the wider order. If the attacks focused only on chips, too many eyes could turn toward the hidden supply line behind Aster Core.
Gonda continued, "Foreign equipment, screens, boards, parts, whatever they need. If it comes from outside and belongs to those companies, it becomes pressure."
One leader scratched his beard. "How do we attack that? Randomly?"
Gonda’s eyes hardened.
"Use your head," he said. "Our country does not have many ports. In this province, there is one main national highway that carries most of the heavy goods. The other line is railway freight."
He pointed at the map on the table.
"In this province, we hit those two points. Highway and rail. Outside this province, your people will find the same weak points themselves."
The leaders stared at the map.
This was not a street fight. It was pressure on the supply line itself.
If the goods could not reach the companies, those companies would feel the pressure quickly. They did not need to destroy the companies. They only needed to make normal business painful.
That was why they were nervous.
One man finally spoke. "Police will come fast if this spreads."
Gonda looked around the table.
"The organization will protect you," he said. "If you act like fools, that is your own problem."
No one interrupted him.
"You have been given work," Gonda said. "Do it with sense."
The room stayed silent. There was nothing else to say. The meeting ended soon after that.
By that night, the first trucks were hit.
One truck carrying imported display panels was stopped on a narrow road after a fake breakdown blocked the lane. The driver was forced out and tied near a ditch. The cargo was gone before another vehicle arrived.
Another truck carrying control parts was taken near a service road. The men did not burn it. They only emptied what mattered and left the rest behind.
To anyone looking from outside, it looked like robbery.
The railway side moved differently.
They could not attack blindly there. So money moved first. A small freight worker gave wagon numbers. Another man inside the yard confirmed which company owned which shipment. By the time the freight reached the province, the attackers already knew where to look.
One wagon was opened during a stop and emptied.
Another was damaged enough that the goods inside could not be used.
In one case, two nearby wagons were damaged too, so it would look like a broader theft and not one clean attack.
By morning, reports began spreading.
Imported goods were being stolen.
At first, the companies thought it was a normal crime wave. Then they saw the pattern. The same kind of goods. The same kind of routes. The same pressure around the same group of companies.
Their warehouse stock began falling.
The problem became worse because another pressure was already on them. They had been told by government people not to buy from Aster Core. They had obeyed because refusing a minister was not easy.
Now their own supplies were being hit.
One industrialist went to the minister first.
"Do not worry," the minister said. "I will handle it."
The industrialist left with a stiff face. Then two more came. Then more followed. By afternoon, the minister’s office no longer felt calm.
"You told us not to buy from Aster Core," one businessman said. "Fine. We listened. Now our shipments are being attacked. If you cannot protect our supply, why should we obey you?"
The minister’s expression darkened.
Another businessman spoke more directly.
"We fund your party because your side protects business. If this continues, that funding stops."
The room went cold.
Then he added, "The opposition will be happy to listen."
That line changed the minister’s face.
He had expected complaints. He had not expected them to threaten the money behind his party.
After they left, the minister sat still for a few seconds.
Then he picked up the phone.
"Push the agencies harder," he said. "I want Aster Core shut faster."
