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Chapter 131 Igniting the Spark! (Second Update!)

As the chaos escalated, Hvar lost all desire to continue the march, looking at the disorderly crowd.

He broke the wooden stick with the Turkish flag tied to it and held it horizontally in his hand as a weapon.

A pair of eyes frantically searched through the crowd, trying to find the goddess Gulshan's location.

After searching for a while, he found his target.

At that moment, the Istanbul police increased the force of their blows.

The students who had been fighting back and forth with the police were immediately at a disadvantage, and the stronger ones took a few more blows.

Those who are weaker will take fewer hits.

Gulsan and her three female classmates were about ten meters in front of Hvar.

Two policemen, holding handcuffs, quickly locked the four women to the bridge railing.

After dealing with those few people, the two policemen re-entered the crowd and began to control the others.

Seeing this, Hvar roared angrily, grabbed the wooden stick in his hand, and charged over.

He kept hitting the handcuffs with the wooden stick, but even after the stick broke, the handcuffs didn't budge.

Left with no other choice, he turned his gaze to the police officers who had just left, took a deep breath, and then strode towards the two officers.

With a well-intentioned plan, the policeman on the left was successfully ambushed.

But they were wearing bulletproof vests and helmets, so this sneak attack only momentarily distracted the police.

Quickly regaining his composure, the ambushed policeman turned around and simultaneously called for help to his colleague:
"cover me!"

The angry shout was loud, and the people around who were controlling the other students quickly turned around and saw Hvar at a glance.

The group quickly exchanged glances. One of the policemen, holding a shield, used it to shove aside the student beside him, lowered his head, raised the shield in front of him, and rammed it forcefully towards Hvar.

This time, it was Hvar who was caught off guard by the scheme.

With a thud, the two collided. Hvar was knocked back a few steps and lost his balance, falling to the ground.

In that short delay, several other policemen had already surrounded them, wielding their batons with such speed and precision that they left afterimages.

In just two or three seconds, the police officers dispersed, and Hvar collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

Even so, he did not fall down, but struggled to get up and moved forward unsteadily.

He wanted to protect the goddess.

But reality was cruel. He had only taken a few steps forward when a stick came crashing down from behind and hit him squarely on the back of the head.

With just one blow, his vision went black, and he fell straight to the ground.

As he fell to the ground, he still managed to turn his head, still looking in the direction where Gulshan had left.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he saw the people who should have been locked to the railings break free.

She was rescued by six people dressed in security bureau uniforms.

The six people followed behind Gulshan and her classmates, their gazes toward Gulshan filled with respect and humility.

My gaze followed the person and finally landed on a black Mercedes-Benz without any markings.

As the group approached, the rear door of the Mercedes opened, and through the door, Hervar could vaguely see a young face.

Even though only half of the person's face was visible inside the car, Hvar could still clearly see that it was a man, and someone they knew.

A popular figure at school, the rich young master whom his crush dislikes most in public, and the son of the mayor of Istanbul.

However, at this very moment, the two people who are most disliked on the surface have appeared together.

Seeing this, Hvar finally couldn't hold on any longer, spitting out a mouthful of blood eight feet away, and collapsed to the ground like a noodle.

In the attic on the west side of the bridge, Jerry fired the last bullet, then looked at the gun in his hand with a regretful expression. Without turning his head, he asked Tom, "Out of bullets, what do we do?"

Beside him, Tom had already packed his things, looking like he was about to run away.

Upon hearing Jerry's question, he walked out without turning his head, replying as he went:
"How to do?"

"Then of course we'll run away according to the original plan."

Before he finished speaking, he had already disappeared.

Looking at the empty room, Jerry threw the SVD on the ground, picked up a grenade from the table, planted a makeshift bomb by the door, and quickly left the scene.

About twenty minutes later, the tightly closed door was kicked open from the outside, and then the bomb was triggered.

The traces left in the room were completely erased by the explosion.

12 o'clock sharp.

Emre Yilmaz, the head of the Istanbul Security Bureau, circled the map countless times before finally turning his gaze to the person in front of him:
"Tell me what you found out in your investigation."

Before him stood Mohammed Demir, an intelligence officer with the Istanbul Security Service.

He dared not disobey his superior's orders, but holding the intelligence in his hand, he opened his mouth, but ultimately could not utter a word.

Emre's hesitant expression did not escape his notice. With a sigh, the head of the security bureau personally took the intelligence and began to read it carefully.

As of 11:23 AM, 54 people have died in the explosion, and most of the remaining people are seriously injured and hospitalized. The death toll will continue to be tallied.

A key figure killed was Mustafa Ali, the third-ranking member of the younger generation of the Kurdistan Workers' Party, and his followers.

Istanbul Police Chief Ali Kaya...

A total of six explosions occurred on the bridge. According to the on-site investigation, the vehicles that exploded were loaded with bombs and gasoline, and they stopped at the right location at the right time.

The organizers knew the exact time, the specific procedures, and even the route of the parade.

Therefore, it can be determined that this explosion was premeditated.

The mastermind behind this march was Gurshan Shaheen, the mistress of Jan Demi, son of Istanbul Mayor Arda Demi.

Jan Demey was in a security vehicle on the bridge when the explosion occurred.

After the explosion, the two were still passionately kissing in the car, and reporters even took photos of them.

Based on the inquiry results, the Turkish female student from the eastern province planned the event to enhance her resume.

This was confirmed by Jan Demi, and Mayor Arda Demi also confirmed it.

Ali Kaya died from a gunshot wound. After a thorough investigation, security agents found the gun in the attic of a seaside villa about 300 meters from the bridgehead on the west side of the bridge.

However, because the gunman had planted a bomb during his escape, the agents accidentally triggered it, causing it to explode and destroying all traces at the scene.

All that remained was an SVD rifle and an empty magazine.

Furthermore, because the SVD sniper rifle was too old, forensic experts have not yet been able to find any clues on it.

The municipal government's engineering department is currently inspecting and repairing the bridge; the entire process is expected to take approximately 60 days.

Upon seeing this, Emre felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

Seeing his leader about to fall, Mohammed Demir quickly stepped forward and reached out to help him up, but before his hand could touch him, Emre stopped himself, shook his head, and refused Mohammed Demir's offer.

What does it mean that the elaborate schemes of a bad person are no match for the quick thinking of a fool?
This is.

To enhance one's resume, one could simply plan an event at school and gather resources to participate. Organizing a protest, especially at this crucial moment, is pointless.

If there were no problems, everything would be fine, but now there have been problems.

Emre pinched the bridge of his nose and waved his hand helplessly: "Mohammed, you go down first. After you go down, take your men and turn Istanbul upside down."

"Arrest anyone who is suspicious, regardless of age or gender."

"Since they're going to go crazy, I'll go crazy with them!"

"Understood!" Mohammed nodded vigorously, then bowed and left the office.

In his office, Emre picked up the intelligence report again and read it through from beginning to end.

After watching it once, he felt that his low blood pressure had improved a lot.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, Emre walked to the telephone on his desk and dialed a number.

Just seconds later, the call was answered, followed by a barrage of curses from the person on the other end:

"Emre, what are you doing?"

“I promoted you to Istanbul to take control of the overall situation, not to let you do nothing.”

"Tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"

"..."

The curses continued unabated. Emre listened quietly for a long time before finally speaking to the person on the other end of the phone:
"Mr. Braco, I will send you the preliminary investigation report later."

"My intuition tells me that this matter is not simple. We cannot limit our focus to the domestic market; we should look to the international market as well."

"The detailed investigation report will be given to you within a week, and I will deliver it to you personally then."

His words made the person on the other end of the phone temporarily suppress their anger.

After heavy breathing, only one sentence remained:

"I'm only giving you one week. If you can't give me an answer within a week, I'll kill you myself."

"Understood!" After hanging up the phone, Emre didn't rush to investigate the whole story. Instead, he walked to the window and looked out at the strait in the distance through the office's floor-to-ceiling windows.

The Bosphorus Strait is beautiful, and the cities on both sides are even more beautiful.

The strait, the bridges, the ships shuttling through the strait, and the cities on both sides create a beautiful picture.

Such a painting can only be seen in a few places.

Unfortunately, the headquarters of the Istanbul Security Service is such a place.

If you want to continue enjoying the beautiful scenery, you'd better make the most of your spot.

We can't let anyone take it away from us.

After looking for a long time, he suddenly turned around, grabbed the clothes hanging on the coat rack, walked out of the office, and disappeared into the corridor.

Even though the Turkish authorities quickly covered up what happened in Istanbul, it was still leaked by certain individuals.

Left with no other option, the Turkish authorities fabricated a news report and released it internationally, thus temporarily defining the nature of the matter.

At 9:23 a.m. on February 3, 2010, a march from Istanbul Technical University petitioning the Kurdish community was attacked by terrorists who deliberately caused their vehicles to go out of control and explode as they passed the Fatah Sultan Mohammed Bridge, which spans the Bosphorus Strait.

Because there were many vehicles on the bridge when the explosion occurred, it turned into a series of explosions.

According to the security bureau's preliminary investigation, the whole incident may be related to the Arab terrorist organization ISI.

The series of explosions has resulted in numerous casualties, so Istanbul will tighten vehicle rental services for visitors in the near future.

If you need to rent a car in Istanbul, please inquire with local authorities in advance to avoid any inconvenience.

After the information was released, both overtly and covertly, Russia was the most furious party.

Russia's minerals and grains all need to pass through Türkiye before they can be sent to Europe, Africa, and Asia.

The incident in the Bosphorus Strait is like Russia's short, thick neck being choked, and even its main artery being squeezed.

So, shortly after the incident in Istanbul that morning, Russia issued a statement that afternoon expressing its willingness to join forces with Türkiye to combat terrorists.

The second shock came from the Ottoman Empire's former territory, which now comprises several countries in the Middle East.

When they saw this news on international news, Sadr and others who were operating in Najaf had just finished a busy day and returned to their hiding place.

In addition to news, they also received intelligence from their contacts in Turkey.

After comparing the intelligence reports with the news, they were completely distraught.

Lin Yi had told them long ago that America would take action against Islamic countries.

While they were worried about this matter, they didn't take it too seriously.

The concern stemmed from Lin Yi's statement that America would target all Arab countries, and that their lives would be difficult once war broke out.

Iraq is naturally an Arab country.

The reason I didn't take it to heart was because America has such a small population compared to the vast majority of people in Arab countries.

Even if America brings the Europeans along, they can't launch an attack all at once.

There must be a focus.

Clearly, Iraq, which is already in the picture, is unlikely to be the focus.

But to everyone's surprise, they directly targeted Turkey, the most powerful and irrational country in the Islamic world, which is also a NATO member.

This……

This world has gone mad.

After turning off the television broadcasting the news, Sadr stood in front of the map for a long time, gesturing with his hands to show the distance from Istanbul to Najaf, before turning back to Khalid and saying:

"Khalid, take Ahmed to China and let him meet this Mr. Lin."

"Ask him what we should do next, or what price we need to pay to gain his further support."

Upon hearing this, Khalid shrugged and replied with a helpless expression:

"The passport I used with the fake identity has expired, and I need to apply for a new one."

His sudden remark caught everyone in the room off guard.

In the silence, Ahmed raised his hand and whispered:

“We can send Mr. Lin a message and tell him what happened in Istanbul and America’s current condition.”

"Give him time to prepare."

"Perhaps we don't even need to follow up; he will tell us what to do next on his own."

"What do you think?"

Little Sadr pondered for a long time, then raised his head and said, "Okay!"

(End of this chapter)