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Chapter 140 Opening the Granaries and Distributing Grain! (Second Update!)
Dubai, United Arab Emirates.

Dubai's unique geographical location, coupled with its relatively open cultural environment, has made it a popular registration location for many multinational corporations. At the same time, it has also led many companies that need to conduct business in the Middle East to establish their headquarters here.

B, one of the four major grain traders, namely Bunge's Middle East headquarters, is also located here.

Jimmy Howard, clutching the intelligence report, strode out of his office, into the company conference room, slammed it on the table, and loudly addressed the others in the room:
"Everyone, the time for us to make money has come."

"According to reliable intelligence, in addition to Egypt, Saudi Arabia and the UAE, several other countries are also preparing to tender for the purchase of grain."

"Now, the dispatch department is calling their colleagues in Europe and telling them, don't send a single grain of food to Europe, bring it all to the Middle East."

"Remember, all of them."

Upon receiving the order, the dispatch department staff quickly got up, took Jimmy's information, and left the conference room to coordinate with the European region.

After the dispatchers left, Jimmy looked at his subordinates on the left.

These people were Bunge's negotiators, and he would bring them along every time he went out to discuss business.

He smiled and nodded, saying:

"First group, pack your luggage. We will be heading to Riyadh in two hours."

"Second team, take the documents and immediately contact the agricultural department staff in the Emirate of Dubai. Remember, even if we don't make money, we can't let the other guys get the orders."

"Set off."

The group responsible for the negotiations quickly got up and, according to the divisions given by the company, split into two groups and left quickly.

The dispatch department and the negotiation team had all left, leaving only Jimmy and a few others in the meeting room.

Jimmy glanced at the remaining people, then turned and closed the conference room door without speaking.

The door closed, and the noise outside instantly disappeared, leaving only the sound of the air conditioner running slowly in the office.

Jimmy walked up to the remaining people and stopped, clapping his hands and laughing maniacally:
"Everyone, it's winter now, the perfect time for you to show your skills."

"I won't be in charge of scheduling your work, but I have only one request: that in the spring of 2010, I don't want any crops to grow on the Mesopotamian plain..."

He was speaking passionately, but the reactions of the people around him were rather indifferent.

Noticing their reaction, Jimmy wasn't in a hurry. He simply waved his hand casually and pointed to the door.
"Go!"

With this order given, the last few people remaining in the conference room got up and left, leaving only Jimmy alone.

He walked to the window and looked down at Dubai from above, while also overlooking the Strait of Hormuz.

The city's skyscrapers stand tall below, the ocean stretches out in the distance with boundless blue, while the desert around us is a vast expanse of yellow sand.

“Such a beautiful place should be used for sightseeing and enjoying the scenery, not for planting, and certainly not for producing oil.”

"What a waste of resources."

After making his own assessment, Jimmy left the meeting room and returned to his office.

On the desk sits a white landline phone.

He picked up the phone casually, dialed a number, and as soon as he heard a voice on the other end, he immediately gave the instructions:

"Stop the sale of food within Iraq."

"If you want to buy, double the current price!"

"Don't worry, they won't dare."

Jimmy hung up the phone with a smug look on his face, turned around and walked to the liquor cabinet by the wall, took down a bottle of brandy, poured himself half a glass, and then took two ice cubes from the refrigerator under the liquor cabinet and threw them into the glass.

The ice cubes in the drink clinked against the glass, producing a crisp and pleasant tinkling sound.

He raised his glass, tilting it towards the last rays of sunlight on the horizon:
Tomorrow will be better!

…………

Basra.

Basra's oil fields are mainly concentrated in the west, northwest, east, and southeast.

For safety reasons, and also for the sake of making money, the 1st Brigade of the 1st Marine Division of America was stationed in northeastern Basra.

Due to the chaos in northern Iraq, only one regiment of the First Brigade remains here.

The main force of this regiment was also withdrawn to the north.

It is precisely because of this that the military camp in Basra appears quite empty.

In the darkness of the night, four rusty vans came to a stop about 3 kilometers north of the military camp after a series of heavy breaths.

The rusty car door was kicked open from the inside, and Zais jumped out of the car. He quickly glanced around to make sure no one was around for the time being, and then immediately opened the back door of the van.

They started moving things out of the van.

While he was busy, the people in the other three cars were also busy.

They also opened the rear door of the van and, as quickly as possible, took out the racks inside and assembled four mortars next to the van.

Finally, under Zais's watchful eye, the huge gas cylinder that had been taken from the van was installed onto the cannon barrel.

After assembly, Zais glanced at his watch; it was 11:43 PM.

He put away his watch, turned to his subordinates behind him, and said, "We only have two shells left. Once we've fired them, we're out of here."

"Don't panic during launch. Follow the training instructions. Don't panic."

After explaining the precautions, he took out his phone, entered a number, and casually pressed the call button.

This number is the public tip-off hotline for the American military camp in Basra. Anyone who calls this number and provides an address will be greeted by American soldiers.

Serve them fiercely with bullets.

It was a bit late, and the phone rang for a long time before it was finally answered.

Immediately afterwards, fluent Arabic came from the other end:
"Do you have any information about terrorists to report?"

"Please describe in detail the neighborhood where terrorists are located, preferably with specific house numbers."

"Hey, are you listening?"

"Hello, can you hear me?"

Hearing the voice on the phone, Zais responded with a strange laugh:

"Because of your disrespect for God, God has sent Hell Knights to punish you."

Before he could finish speaking, Zais swung his right hand out suddenly.

As he moved, the breechblocks of the four mortars around him were pulled sharply, accompanied by four crisp booms. The 118-liter gas cylinders mounted on the barrels, propelled by the propellant, pierced the night sky and crashed into the distant camp.

A dozen seconds later, four lights suddenly appeared in the distant camp. Those four lights were so conspicuous and so bright in the darkness.

Even Zais, who was standing several kilometers away, couldn't help but take a step back when he saw this glimmer of light.

The first shell was fired, and the men beside the mortar immediately reloaded it with a second one. Before Zais could react, they pulled the breech and fired. As the second shell flew out, Zais unhesitatingly threw down his phone, turned, and lunged at the van. He retrieved several bombs from the van, carefully secured them to the underside of the mortar barrel, and then, along with the others, drove the van away into the night.

America's Kabasra Camp.

Communications soldier Kled huddled in the corner, staring blankly at everything before him.

Just two or three minutes ago, he was arguing with an Arab who had called the camp but hadn't told him what had happened.

But before he could even settle things with the Arab, the window in front of him shattered.

About 50 meters in front of his office, a bright light suddenly rang out, followed by the sound of an explosion and a shockwave.

The powerful shockwave sent him flying from the window and into a corner of the house.

Before he could fully regain his senses, several more explosions rang out.

The location wasn't far from him, and the sound of the explosion made his ears ache.

Long after the second round of explosions, Kreid slowly got up from the corner, shook his slightly dizzy head, and touched his ear.

My ear is bleeding, but I can no longer feel the pain.

He stumbled to the window, and when he saw what was outside, he was completely stunned.

Outside the window, the original camphouses had disappeared, leaving only ruins.

Amidst these ruins, shouts could still be heard from time to time, and on the window frame in front of him, a hand hung limply—a hand without an owner.

When he looked over, the hand seemed to sense something and twitched.

This sudden movement terrified Krede, causing him to cry and vomit on the spot.

After vomiting for a while, he fainted due to a splitting headache.

When the base exploded, almost all the American soldiers stationed in Basra received the news immediately, and they immediately floored the gas pedals of their Humvees.

They fought their way back to base at top speed.

Amidst the roar of these Hummers, several other vehicles drove in the opposite direction, silently heading southwest of Basra under the cover of night.

There are also oil fields in southwestern Basra, but the Zubair oil field in the southwest is very small compared to other oil fields in other directions.

However, the oil field, as a convenient infrastructure, should not be wasted.

Therefore, the four major grain traders set up their main warehouses in Iraq here.

From a food safety perspective, building grain warehouses around oil fields is indeed unsafe and poses a huge challenge to food security.

but.

The people from the four major grain merchants don't eat the grain here, so whether the dust and smoke emitted from the oil field will pollute the grain is not important. What is important is that the transportation here is convenient and it is easy to sell the goods.

In the darkness, several vehicles pulled out of the bus cautiously appeared around the warehouse.

Immediately afterwards, some people in black uniforms jumped out of the car and, under the cover of darkness, carried more than a dozen rice cookers and slowly made their way toward the warehouse.

If you ignore the guns these people are carrying, their clothes that don't look like those of good guys, and the current time, they look more like they're on a picnic than like they're fighting a war.

The four major grain merchants were not weaklings, having established themselves in war-torn lands; they had their own security forces.

These security teams are well-equipped, with not only ordinary firearms and bulletproof vests, but also mortars.

However, a security company is ultimately just a security company, and its people are not a regular army. What they encountered were truly desperate criminals.

Muhammad reached the wall, looked up at the sleeping sentry above him, a mocking smile on his face. Then, he placed the electric pressure cooker he was carrying in front of him, pressing it as close to the wall as possible.

Beside him, the people who had come with Muhammad also placed their electric pressure cookers against the wall.

After confirming several times that his electric pressure cooker was properly placed, Muhammad led his men to quickly retreat to a safe distance.

He glanced at the sentry again, took out the remote control, and pressed it gently.

There was a boom.

Twelve electric pressure cookers exploded simultaneously.

The wall, built by the four major grain merchants, was over 4 meters high and 50 centimeters thick. At that moment, it was blasted open by more than a dozen bombs, creating a huge gap.

As for the sentry on guard duty, he and his post were sent to God at the same time as the explosion.

The wall was blown open, and Muhammad, holding an AK-47 high, was the first to rush towards it.

With one person taking the lead, the others quickly followed, waving their AKs and charging towards the gap in the wall.

Inside the perimeter wall, security personnel who rushed over upon hearing the explosion saw a large group of Arabs charging towards them in the darkness, armed with guns. Without hesitation, they turned around, positioned their backs against the pursuing Arabs, and disappeared from the scene as quickly as possible.

Without any security personnel to obstruct them, Muhammad and his entourage reached the grain warehouse with little effort.

The heavy doors that could keep out gentlemen were, in the eyes of this group, practically nothing more than scrap metal.

They resorted to their old tricks, placing the bomb in a suitable location and then detonating it again.

After the explosion.

The grain warehouses of the four major grain merchants were blasted open with more than a dozen large holes. White rice and white flour flowed slowly out of the holes, a scene reminiscent of the land of milk and honey described in the Quran.

Muhammad grabbed a handful of flour and threw it upwards with force.

The night wind blew away the flour, and it also blew away Muhammad's last shred of emotion.

Having heard no further commotion from the north, Muhammad knew that Zais was unreliable. Without hesitation, he led his men and fled.

You stupid dog Zais, what happened to the all-out attack?

After leaving the warehouse, the group split into two groups. One group changed their clothes and went straight to Basra.

Taking advantage of the chaos, this group began spreading rumors about what had happened at the food warehouse in Basra.

Meanwhile, Muhammad and the rest of his men carefully guarded the area around the warehouse.

To guard against a counterattack from the security team.

The series of explosions in Basra has created widespread fear and anxiety.

However, these people's worries vanished without a trace after they learned that the explosion occurred at the grain warehouse of the four major grain merchants and that the warehouse was full of grain.

Faced with hunger, the people of Basra suddenly became less panicked.

No one can stop a hungry person, not even with a gun.

Moreover, the people hiding in the shadows also have guns.

Those with cars drive, and those without cars walk.

If you have a bag, take the bag; if you don't have a bag, take the basin.

(End of this chapter)