American Scandal King

Chapter 278 Everything is over

Saddam felt much more at ease because of Ian's promise.

He did not continue to flee, but began his own "strategic command" in this village, constantly sending people to contact various places and organize resistance.

As a result, there are fewer and fewer people around him, and under Ian's influence, the relationship between these people and Ian is getting better and better.

Everyone unconsciously developed a feeling that if they wanted to survive, they could only rely on Ian Karl!

Time flies, and ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Because I don't have to run around, my life is relatively peaceful, but it's inevitable that there are some bad things in life.

Saddam sent people to the nearby town to purchase supplies every day, but supplies were running out and the amount bought back was getting smaller and smaller.

So Saddam had to send more people out.

There are less than fifty people around him now.

The communication shielding no longer exists, and Ian can communicate freely with the outside world.

Paul Bremer asked Ian several times about Saddam's location. Ian smiled and gave him a recent photo with Saddam, and said: Don't worry, let me do some more private interviews.

The material was already so abundant that it was unrecognizable. He had recorded everything about Saddam Hussein's eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, mumbling in his sleep, raging, killing, having affairs with women, his neurotic speech, his absurd strategic commands, etc. over the past two months.

Some are public;
Some are done secretly.

But Ian always felt it wasn't enough.

It's a rare opportunity, it would be a pity not to add some plot.

Today, as usual, Ian sat in the open space in front of the house.

Not far away, several soldiers were smoking and chatting with him, talking about random things.

In the past two months, Ian has mastered some Arabic and can carry out some simple communication and conversation.

The main reason is that the girls are awesome.

Learn Korean, learn Japanese, learn Arabic...

But at the end of the day, it's all Japanese.

At this moment, a soldier asked, "Mr. Carl, do you really believe we can win?"

This is not the first time Ian has encountered this problem.

He smiled and said, "I don't know the future, but I do know that no country's army can remain on another country's territory for long. Sovereignty and freedom are what every citizen yearns for, and occupation is only temporary. The question is who will see this happen."

The soldier's eyes dimmed slightly.

He sighed and shook his head: "I guess I won't be able to see it."

The sadness from the bottom of his heart made him not want to face all this. He felt desperate but helpless.

So Ian asked, "Then why do you still follow Saddam?"

He expected the other party to say loyalty, but he didn't expect the other party to reply: "I have no choice."

No choice?

Is this your answer?

Ah!
Yes.

The vast majority of people cannot see their own direction at all and they need guidance.

They followed Saddam not necessarily out of loyalty, but simply because they didn't know what else to do.

They are like a group of headless flies, feeling confused inside.

They had long given up hope in this war.

So Ian said, "Maybe I can give you some directions."

The soldier looked at him in surprise: "You?"

Ian nodded. "I'll have oil fields in Iraq, and I'll need some locals to look after them."

The soldier laughed and said, "Do you really think the president can return to Baghdad?"

They thought Ian's oil fields came from Saddam.

Ian smiled softly and simply said, "It won't be wrong to follow me anyway, right?"

The soldier looked at Ian, his eyes gradually brightening: "Yes, Mr. Carl."

Hearing this, Ian smiled.

It was just a simple conversation and Ian didn't take it seriously.

………………

Two days later.

Today, as usual, Ian was processing various materials.

A soldier came over and said, "President Hussein wants to see you, Mr. Karl."

I've heard this a lot lately, and I understand it without translation. Ian put on his coat and walked out of the house with Van Nister and Clark, heading towards the houses nearby.

Because of Saddam’s extreme behavior, there are not many villagers in the village now. Only occasionally can you see some villagers herding sheep.

At the door of Saddam's residence, several soldiers were patrolling with guns in their hands. When they saw Ian, they nodded in greeting.

A soldier came over and whispered, "He's in a bad mood, be careful."

Ian nodded.

When he entered the house, Ian saw Saddam sitting in the main seat in the living room, looking at Ian viciously.

Ian came over with a smile: "Looks like something happened?"

Saddam clenched his fist around the cup and muttered, "Uday is dead, Qusay is dead too."

"Oh? How did he die?" Ian smiled.

Saddam glared at Ian: "The US military found them! You said the Americans would let them go! You said they wouldn't attack us for the time being!"

I trusted you so much, and you let me down!
Ian spread his hands: "That's not surprising, you haven't given them your money yet."

Saddam roared, "They have to prove their sincerity!"

Ian looked at him sympathetically. "They are the powerful party now. As a weak beggar, you ask the powerful to prove their sincerity for you? Don't you think this is ridiculous?"

Saddam looked at Ian in astonishment.

Is that how you talk to me?

At that moment, he looked at Ian's slightly pursed lips and disdainful smile, and recalled the various scenes of the past period of time in his mind.

Ian Carr, he breaks his promises time and time again!

From the beginning, I will prove that you don’t have weapons of mass destruction, to I can make the US military withdraw, to I can make the US military stop hunting you and your children.

He never fulfilled his promise, but I always trusted him.

Oh my God, how could I believe such a childish lie of his?

He is Ian Carr, the boss of an American group and an evil capitalist!
How could I believe what he said?
His pupils dilated slightly.

Seeing his expression of disbelief, Ian smiled.

The experiment is completed.

It is confirmed that although long-term hypnosis and brainwashing can make the effects more normalized, they are still not irreversible, so don’t expect to brainwash someone and make him your loyal dog.

However, if religious brainwashing is added, the effect will be better.

Never mind, I'm not good at being a charlatan.

To be a charlatan, one needs to completely abandon one's bottom line and blow the unreal into reality. Ian believes that he still has a bottom line.

I still have a moral conscience?

Hard to imagine.

Saddam understood everything. He roared, "It was you! It was you who told the US military their location."

Ian said softly, "Fifty million. Honestly, I think the price is a bit cheap, but there's nothing I can do..."

Ian spread his hands.

Show your cards, stop pretending.

You only have a few dozen guards now, I can easily deal with them.

"Someone come!" Saddam shouted.

A large number of soldiers rushed in from outside in an instant.

"Kill him!" Saddam pointed at Ian and shouted.

The soldiers looked at each other and didn't move.

Saddam was stunned, and Ian was also slightly startled.

He was ready to kill everyone... Anyway, Brydeson was his die-hard fan now, and the other two were terminally ill patients, so it didn't matter even if some of them were exposed.

But I didn't expect those soldiers to remain motionless.

Saddam shouted, "What are you still standing there for? Take him down!"

But a soldier asked, "Mr. Karl, are you really willing to accept us?"

Ian was stunned. He looked at one of the soldiers, who was the soldier he had talked to about following two days ago.

Ian understood a little.

He smiled and nodded: "It's not bad to take off the military uniform and become a security guard."

Everyone nodded at the same time.

Then they pointed their guns at Saddam: "It's all over, Saddam Hussein!"

(End of this chapter)