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Chapter 129 The Wind Rises in Istanbul! (Third Update!)
After lingering on the land of Türkiye for a moment, Lin Yi turned his gaze back to Syria.

Türkiye is a country that inherited the legal system of the Ottoman Empire. Although it is somewhat abstract, it still has some power; otherwise, it wouldn't be able to occupy such a large territory.

America has always enjoyed bullying the weak and using the full power of its nation to gang up on smaller countries.

Türkiye clearly does not belong to this category.

Moreover, Türkiye's stability is not solely determined by Türkiye itself; it also requires Russia's approval.

If Türkiye descends into chaos, Russia will definitely intervene and forcefully step in to help Türkiye quell the unrest.

Moreover, the Americans weren't fools. Although those abstract politicians of later generations are now familiar faces, they were much better at assessing the situation than people of later generations.

They should also know that at this point in time, Türkiye cannot and will not be allowed to descend into chaos.

Chaos will not benefit anyone.

After lingering on the map for a long time, Lin Yi looked away with a helpless expression and turned his gaze to Saudi Arabia.

If we could produce our own weapons, then...

The thought flashed through his mind, but he reluctantly dismissed it.

Forget it.

I don't want to be promoted yet.

Lin Yi closed all the documents and software on his computer screen, turned around and walked to the window, standing by it and quietly looking out.

With only ten days or so until Chinese New Year, the festive atmosphere reaches its peak at this moment.

On the street, small groups of children, clutching toys and firecrackers bought by their parents, wandered through the streets.

Behind them were their parents.

They were all carrying things for the New Year, trying to catch up with these mischievous kids, but the things in their hands restricted their movements.

Left with no other choice, they could only let out futile roars.

Seeing this heartwarming scene, Lin Yi took out his phone, found Ji Shuangshuang's number, and sent her a text message:
"Let's put aside our work tonight and go to Taihu Tower for a meal and drinks on public funds."

The next second, Ji Shuangshuang replied to the text message.

"Taihulou likes to add sugar to its stir-fries and doesn't issue invoices, so we can't use public funds for meals. We should go to Huaxiayuan Hotel instead."

Looking at the text message, Lin Yi couldn't help but tilt his head slightly.

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Najaf, Iraq.

Zaid strode into the yard, greeted the people at the gate, turned and walked towards the bathroom, opened the window and jumped out, then turned and walked towards the small door on the side wall.

I opened the door and disappeared into the darkness.

A few minutes later, he saw an underground space lit up with incandescent lights.

The space wasn't large, only about 50 square meters. To the right of the entrance, Fahbad, the apprentice and deputy of intelligence officer Hamidi, was sitting in front of a computer, frantically typing on the keyboard.

He wasn't analyzing intelligence.

Instead, they were playing video games.

Behind him, key members of Sadr's Little Sadr faction sat around a round table, their eyes anxiously fixed on the entrance.

Upon seeing Zaid appear, these people immediately cast questioning glances at him.

Zaid walked toward the crowd, pulling open his clothes as he went and taking things out of them.

They walked up to the crowd, and the items were taken out.

It was a crumpled piece of paper about the size of an adult's little fingertip.

The crumpled paper was unfolded, revealing various numbers on it.

The next instant, Hamidi took the paper and handed it to Fahbad.

Fahbad took the paper, resignedly turned off the game, and then opened another software to begin deciphering the numbers.

With the help of a computer, the decryption process took only about ten minutes, and the numbers on the note were transformed into a document on the computer desktop.

Approximately 20,000 American troops are stationed in the Labia region, and temporary logistical camps are under construction.

Upon seeing this message, everyone in the underground space was taken aback.

Then the group of people turned around in unison and walked towards the wall next to them.

On the wall outside the target location, there was a map of Iraq, surrounded by maps of neighboring countries.

The map also thoughtfully marks which organizations are located in which places.

They found Rabia, located northwest of Mosul, without much difficulty.

Rabia is an obscure town in northern Nineveh province.

If we have to point out something special about this town, it's that it's the northern starting point of Highway 1, which runs through Iraq from north to south.

At the same time, after reaching the border, Highway 1 connects with Highways M4 and 6 in Syria.

Highway 6 in Syria runs westward and eventually connects with Highway 712 on the Syrian border.

As for the M4 highway, it is almost a replica of the 712 highway, which is set back several dozen kilometers. It also follows the border line, starting from the eastern border and extending westward, passing through Aleppo and finally reaching the Syrian port city of Latakia.

"What do the Americans want to do?"

"I don't know, but it's very likely that, as Lin Yi said, they want to take over Syria."

"But if we take Syria, Russia will intervene, and there are Russian air forces stationed in Syria. Their air force can react very quickly. If we can't take Syria within a few hours, they will be hit by Russian bombs."

"That's why I don't know!"

"Now what?"

"Hamidy, Zais and the others still haven't made a move?"

"They've made a move. They've gotten a whole bunch of gas cylinders and even set up a small factory to do it themselves." Hamidi was speechless and wanted to punch someone.

When Sadr received such a reply, he also wanted to hit someone.

After hesitating for a while, he turned back to Hamidi and said:

“Go find Zais, personally demonstrate to him the power of those gas canisters, and then tell him that we have plenty.”

“We can give it to them and let them exchange it for money.”

Hamidi nodded in agreement and was about to leave to take care of the matter when he was suddenly stopped by Sadr:

"After you successfully negotiate with Zais, tell him that the destination of every single shell must be clear and unambiguous."

"Also, it absolutely cannot fall into the hands of the ISI and the American people, especially the DTZ gang."

"If they appear, we will fight them to the death!"

Sadr's expression turned particularly ferocious at that moment, confirming to Hamidi that the young leader was not lying.

If Zais really leaks this thing out, he'll fight Zais to the death.

Hamidi's expression also turned serious at that moment, and he nodded in agreement:
"I know!"

Leaving those words behind, Hamidi quickly disappeared into the dimly lit passage, leaving only his back view in front of everyone. Watching Hamidi vanish, Little Sader turned around and asked the group:

"You know what I'm trying to do, don't you?"

The question elicited nods from those in front of the map, who answered in unison, "Understood! A pledge of allegiance."

They are plotting, and the Americans they speak of are plotting too.

Northwest of Najaf, the temporary camp of Rabia America.

This camp is located south of the town of Rabia, almost right next to the Syrian-Iraqi border.

Standing in the camp, you can see the faces of the Syrian border guards on the other side with almost no binoculars.

In the center of the makeshift camp, Ulysses glanced at the Syrian soldiers on the border through binoculars for a moment, then looked away and pointed to the map on the table:

"Our mission is to get our people, the Kurdish forces we support, to these locations marked with blue flags as quickly as possible after the official start of the war."

"We've delivered our people, and the Russian air force stationed in Syria should have taken off as well."

"Then what we need to do next is to withdraw back to Iraq as quickly as possible."

"Then wait quietly for the seeds to sprout."

After hearing the plan, Ulysses's advisors felt as if they had eaten shit.

A large group of people went to all this trouble just to get someone in jail?
Crazy?

That person must be completely insane!
They were stunned, while Ulysses studied the map. After a long while, he tapped the map with his hand:

"You guys keep watching and see how we can cooperate to complete this task."

Leaving his task behind, he hummed a tune as he left the tent, found a secluded spot, took out his phone, and sent a text message to an unsaved number:
"The accounting procedures have been completed, and we can begin the accounting process."

Upon receiving the message that the message had been successfully sent, Ulysses deleted it and continued humming a song as he strolled around the camp.

The message circulated in Qatar, then changed some content, before appearing in Türkiye.

As the successor to the Ottoman Empire, Turkey has preserved many buildings from the Ottoman era, while also constructing many new buildings with Ottoman-era characteristics.

The advantage of these remaining buildings is that they make it easy to hide people.

Istanbul, southeast of Istanbul Technical University.

Inside the attic of a building that looks somewhat historic.

Several young men with distinctly Anglo-Saxon features huddled by the dormer window, peering through binoculars at the distant Fatah Sultan Mohammed Bridge.

From a distance, under the night sky, the lights of the bridge form a long line, as dazzling as the pearl necklace hanging around Queen Elizabeth's neck.

Looking at the bridge, the young man holding the binoculars sighed from time to time:
"What a pity, what a pity."

The Fatah Sultan Mohammed Bridge is one of two bridges spanning the Bosphorus Strait.

The other one is the Martyrs' Bridge on July 15th.

The telescope lingered on the bridge for a long time before the young man in front of it finally looked away and turned to face his companion behind him:

Tom, how are things on your end?

"The Kurdistan Workers' Party replied that they would send reserve members of the party to participate in the march. At the same time, most of the young Kurdish students studying in Istanbul have confirmed that they will participate in tomorrow morning's march, thanks to our encouragement."

"Good!" The young man nodded to Tom with satisfaction, then turned his gaze to the next person:

"Jerry, how about you over here?"

"The bombs are ready. There are six refrigerated trucks in total, each carrying 10 kilograms of TNT and 200 kilograms of gasoline. Once detonated in the crowd, they will surely create the most beautiful fireworks in the world."

clap clap clap!
Upon receiving a response from his two companions, the young man raised his hand and clapped vigorously.

The others followed his lead and applauded.

Amid applause, the young man turned his gaze back to the telescope eyepiece and continued to observe the pearl necklace in the distance.

Time quietly marches on, darkness dissipates, and dawn arrives.

For some reason, the sky was gloomy and the air pressure was low, but it was also a little muggy, making people feel particularly uncomfortable.

Istanbul Technical University.

Hvar Judi, from Alı province in eastern Turkey, got up early, put on his best outfit in front of the mirror, and then hung a badge belonging to the Kurdistan Workers' Party on his chest.

As a young student, he wants to seek justice today, justice for the development of the Arles province.

Ale Province is located in the mountainous region of eastern Türkiye. It is the easternmost province, with an area of ​​11315 km², ranking 4th among Turkey's 81 provinces.

The population in 2009 was approximately 54.

Of these, approximately 19 are urban residents and 35 are rural residents.

As a mountainous province in the east, and home to the Kurdish population, Türkiye provides virtually no support to this region.

The only support they provided was the construction of a military highway that led directly to the Iranian border.

Since the ruling party claims every day that it is developing the country, it should not discriminate against other ethnic groups.

We can tolerate the gap in development between different groups, but we absolutely cannot allow any discrimination against other ethnic groups.

Ale province deserves a better future and better development.

Success or failure, it all depends on today.

After adjusting his clothes in front of the mirror, Hvar left the student dormitory where he was staying.

In the dormitory corridor, several Kurdish students, like him, who came from the eastern mountainous region, were standing at the top of the stairs.

Upon seeing him appear, they waved and greeted him repeatedly:
"Hervar! Hurry!"

Hvar walked over and punched the classmate closest to him in the left chest:
"You look really cool today. Maybe when you get back from the parade, the girl you've been pursuing will announce to everyone that she loves you."

The student opposite also threw a punch back and joked:
"I've heard that your dream girl, the dream girl of all the boys in school, the gentle, beautiful and generous Gulshan, will also be participating in the parade."

"If I were you, I would take advantage of the crowd, bravely express my feelings, and then win the heart of the beauty."

His classmates' teasing made Hvar's cheeks turn red like a monkey's bottom. He quickly turned around and walked past them, his face flushed.

Once he reached the next floor's steps, he looked up and whistled at his classmates who had remained behind.
"Hurry up and go! If you're too late, your dream girl might be gone with someone else."

"If you want to get noticed, you have to stand at the very front of the line."

After leaving those words, Hvar took off running, followed by hurried footsteps.

A dozen minutes later, Hvar and his group met up with the main marching group at the university gate.

Although it was called a large group, there were actually only a little over a hundred people. The students at the front were holding flags, and when they saw people coming, they quickly handed them out.

"Let's get a few tall, long-legged guys to stand in front and make a good impression."

Amid the shouts, Hvar walked over, took a flag, and held it up in his hand.

The wind blew and lifted the flag.

Then he saw the person he wanted to see.

My dream lover, Gulshan.

(End of this chapter)