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Chapter 167 Going to America's base to get some explosives! (Second update!)
The entire metal bucket was green, including the top and bottom lids, which were also sprayed with green paint.

The paint was so bright, it was almost unsettling.

A group of people looked at the pile of green iron barrels and felt a pang of bitterness in their hearts.

If they want to get their hands on what's inside, they have to do something with this green metal bucket.

However, the iron bucket was painted with green paint, and if you touched it, you would leave a mark on the paint. Once the mark was there, the owner of the goods would know that his goods had been tampered with.

As someone working for the security bureau, making such a basic mistake is absolutely unforgivable.

At this moment, a younger detective raised his hand and stammered:
"We can just replace it with a metal bucket."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the young man noticed that his colleagues were looking at him like he was an idiot. Then, an older colleague spoke up and explained why he was being treated like an idiot:

"There are 2 hours and 12 minutes until the plane to Najaf, Iraq takes off."

"Following your instructions, we need to mix the same color as this iron bucket within 2 hours and 12 minutes, then brush it on, and then dry the bucket."

"The problem is that the paint was applied all at once."

"What if the battery material inside explodes due to improper operation?"

After hearing the detective's explanation, the group of people gathered around the metal bucket fell silent, racking their brains to figure out how to remove the item from the bucket without leaving a trace.

Time slipped away slowly, and in the blink of an eye, more than an hour had passed.

The group still couldn't come up with a solution.

As they racked their brains trying to figure out what to do, Sally came over with people from the airline:

"Everyone, are you still not done? The plane is taking off in an hour, and we need to load the cargo now."

After hearing Salika's words, none of the security personnel spoke; they simply lowered their heads and pretended to be dead.

Her gaze swept over the people and the metal bucket beside her, and in just a moment, Salika understood the whole story.

She sighed and said directly, "You don't need to try to leave no trace. Just take the shipping manifest and go directly to this person."

"Just say that the X-ray machine found a problem with the goods being transported and that you need to help open it for investigation."

"Just grab some samples while you're at it."

"Even if he wanted to cause trouble, there's no way he could do so here."

One sentence was enough to pull these security agents out of their rut.

Soon, they reverted to the National Security Bureau's style.

Three people followed Salika to find little Sadr, while the rest of the men, armed with guns, stood guard beside the metal barrels.

As Little Sadr was waiting to board his flight in the departure lounge, suddenly, an officer from the UAE Security Service appeared before him, showed him the shipping manifest, and said, "Sir, the shipment you are transporting has been scanned by the X-ray machine, and there is a slight problem."

"We need your cooperation to inspect the goods."

"Can you cooperate now?"

Sadr pressed his brow with his hand and nodded gently.

On his way back, he guessed that this was probably going to happen.

He considered various countermeasures, but after thinking it over, he realized that none of them were of any use.

After all, I need to fly with Emirates Airlines when I travel, and the identity I had for this trip was arranged with the help of the UAE and Saudi Arabia.

If he doesn't let these people check him, the next time the plane lands, he might not be greeted by these security personnel, but rather by America's people.

With Sadr Jr. around, the entire security bureau crew became incredibly sloppy in their work.

With a large crowbar and big pliers, they pried open an iron barrel in no time.

Seeing the black powder inside, they curiously dipped their fingers in it, looked at it, and then smelled it.

Finally, it was placed on the tip of the tongue.

Sadr witnessed this scene and felt a deep pain in his heart.

In the end, he didn't say anything, he just stood there sighing.

The security personnel took enough samples and then glued the lid back on.

They had the airline staff check it again before loading the large iron drums onto the plane.

After several hours of travel, before the morning sun shone on Iraq, Sadr finally landed in Najaf.

There weren't many people there to pick them up; only two people came.

Khalid and Mohammed.

The two men each drove a truck.

So, in the airport's unloading area, the three of them stared at each other until dawn.

After the workers in the unloading area went to work, the iron barrels that Little Sader had transported from thousands of miles away were finally loaded onto the truck by the workers, giving the three of them a break.

On the way back, Khalid drove carefully while speaking cautiously:
"How did your shipment go this time?"

"nice one!"

Sadr's answers were very decisive, and upon hearing his words, Khalid involuntarily glanced at the rearview mirror.

The truck bed wasn't high, and half of the green metal drums were still sticking out after they were put inside.

This doesn't look like a good thing at all.

In the passenger seat, Sadel closed his eyes and began a short rest.

While his brain was resting, his mouth didn't stop: "According to Lin Yi, this is a very special kind of explosive."

"To detonate this kind of explosive, you need an explosive with a detonation velocity of more than 9 kilometers per second to detonate this explosive, and then detonate this special explosive."

"And the most suitable and easiest to find is Oktokin."

"So, Khalid, your mission is to go to the American military base and bring back some Octokkin."

After explaining the next task, little Sader closed his eyes completely and drifted off to sleep.

The two trucks drove around the city for half a day before finally stopping in front of a yard that looked like a craft workshop.

The vehicle stopped, and little Sadel woke up from his dream.

Watching everyone carry the metal buckets down, he rubbed his temples and said to Khalid:

"Khalid, go and get some battery casing material."

"Then we'll renovate it a bit and turn it into something that looks like a battery manufacturing workshop."

"To provide cover."

Khalid was directing people to move the metal barrels when he suddenly received a new task. He opened his mouth, but instead cursed out loud:
Do you take me for a beast of burden?

"Then let Ahmed go!"

"This is so true!"

After the iron barrels were moved, Sadr personally found a crowbar, opened the lids of the barrels, and showed everyone the extremely fine powder inside.

A group of people surrounded the metal bucket, repeatedly dipping their fingers in the powder and bringing it to their eyes and noses for analysis. Just as they were about to put it in their mouths, little Sadel quickly called out to them, "This stuff is inedible!"

"Move it to the warehouse right now."

After personally watching the goods being delivered to the warehouse and locking it himself, Sader breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and went to sleep.

Khalid, who had been by Sadr's side the whole time, took Sadr back to his residence and set up the hidden sentries before driving off towards the city center.

If you want to do business with Soldier America, you need to offer her what she wants.

What Soldier America wanted was nothing more than cigarettes, alcohol, and women.

As for the money, that belongs to the officials, and has nothing to do with these soldiers.

After driving around the city for a while, Khalid parked his car in front of a shop controlled by the THAAD organization.

Before he even entered the door, the shop owner came to greet him:
"Mr. Halliday."

“I told you, don’t greet me first.” Khalid’s eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, and finding no one paying attention, he quickened his pace, entered the shop, and then leaned against the counter, tapping it with his finger: “When is the next time we do business with the Americans?”

The shop owner leaned against the counter, his eyes fixed on the outside of the shop, carefully observing the people walking by.

Upon hearing Khalid's words, he frowned, thought for a moment, and replied:
"Once a week, every Saturday evening. If we're not in a rush, we can go tomorrow."

"If it's urgent, we can go over tonight."

After pondering for a while, Khalid continued tapping his fingers on the counter and said:
"Let's go there tonight, prepare plenty of wine and plenty of women."

"This time, ask them to exchange some Octogen. The quantity doesn't need to be too much, about 100 kilograms will be enough."

"Exchange other items as usual; if you can't exchange them, take the money."

"Understood!" The shop owner carefully wrote down the items to be redeemed on a piece of paper, then turned around and handed the list to Khalid.

Khalid confirmed that everything was correct and handed the list back to the shop owner.

After reading it, the shop owner simply took out a lighter, lit the list, and let it turn to ashes in the flames.

Having confirmed what needed to be exchanged, the shop owner stopped arguing with Khalid and turned to prepare the necessary items for the evening's exchange.

Mainly prostitutes.

After speaking to his subordinate for a long time on the phone, making sure the person on the other end understood his request, the shop owner finally hung up and returned to Khalid.
"I have given the order."

"It's still morning. A day is plenty of time to prepare those things."

"But there are relatively few Octokines, so we might need to prepare some US dollars."

"I'll go prepare now." With that, Khalid walked out of the shop, got into his car, and sped off into the intricate streets of Najaf.

Before the sun had even set, the shop owner closed the door, drove her white Toyota pickup truck, and headed to the other side of the city.

After driving around the city for more than half an hour, his Toyota pickup truck finally drove into a yard that looked ordinary but had a large area.

Eight Isuzu trucks from Japan were parked in the empty courtyard.

The three trucks in front were loaded with various meats, vegetables, fruits, and beverages.

The five trucks behind carried women dressed in flamboyant attire.

There are white people, black people, Asian people, all kinds of colors.

Upon seeing the shop owner, the women in the car all pouted and blew him over a dozen kisses.

Looking at these beautiful women, the shop owner turned around and walked to his subordinate beside him:

"Are you ready?"

The subordinate nodded and pointed to the trucks in front of him, saying:
"One truckload of fruits and vegetables, one truckload of beef and mutton, and one truckload of alcohol."

"The five women were all handpicked by me; they were all better than the mediocre ones in other people's hands."

"This deal is sure to be a success."

As the shop owner inspected the details, the sun slowly set, and night enveloped Najaf.

The headlights of the first car turned on, and the shop owner, sitting in the passenger seat, shouted through a megaphone. The women in the five cars behind him echoed his shout, making a cacophony of noises.

The gate to the compound opened, and the convoy slowly drove out, heading towards Najaf Airport.

To be more precise, it was heading towards the America military base next to Najaf Airport.

Before 2010, the base had a small number of people, just a reinforced infantry company plus support personnel, about two or three hundred people in total.

But after that terrifying night, the population here quickly increased from two or three hundred to more than 1000.

With more soldiers, there is also more equipment.

Of course, business became much easier.

With a screech, the driver parked the car about 300 meters outside the military camp. Then, as usual, he flashed his lights six times at the guard post at the entrance.

Three high beams, then three low beams.

Less than five minutes after the lights stopped flashing, the lights at the guard post also started flashing.

Nine times, three long, three short, and then three long again.

Upon receiving the light signal, the shop owner waved his right hand forward, and the vehicle started again, slowly approaching the camp at a speed of 15 kilometers per hour.

At the entrance of the military camp, the convoy stopped, and the searchlights of the sentry post shone on them.

Immediately afterwards, a dozen fully armed soldiers, led by a second lieutenant, approached the shop owner.

"Larriet, wasn't the trade supposed to be tomorrow? Why are you here today?"

Larryt, the shop owner, was asked why the transaction time had been changed. He bent down, waved his right hand forward, and a thin wad of banknotes slid out of his wide sleeve and into the officer's hand.
"We'd like to exchange some of our goods."

"A customer also wanted some goods, some rather special ones, so we decided to order them ahead of schedule."

The officer raised his hand and gently touched his head. In that instant, the wad of banknotes in his hand vanished, leaving only a clean hand.

He scratched his head and asked, "What kind of special goods?"

Larry didn't answer immediately. Instead, he glanced around, leaned out, and lowered his voice: "Octogen, about 100 kilograms!"

His voice was very low and trembled slightly.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the lieutenant clapped his hands and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth:

"Coincidentally, a batch of FGM-148 Javelin anti-tank missiles just arrived at the base."

"The explosive charge of this anti-tank missile is exactly the Octogen you need."

"However, the explosive charge of an anti-tank missile is only 2.5 kilograms. 100 kilograms would be a total of 40 anti-tank missiles."

The lieutenant paused, raised his right hand, bent his index and middle fingers, and gently tapped the car door. Then he pointed to the cars behind him.

"These vegetables, the meat later, plus cigarettes and alcohol, and finally the woman."

"It's not even worth the price!"

"You have to pay more!"

(End of this chapter)