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Chapter 172 Hey Lin! What exactly did you give me? (First update!)

They were traveling at high speed, and within 50 minutes of the explosion, they had already reached Mahmudiyah, more than 100 kilometers away, located a few dozen kilometers south of Baghdad.

Here, they met up with Ahmed and others who were there to meet them.

After changing cars and clothes, the group drove south along Highway 8 instead of taking Highway 9 to Karbala, and arrived in Hira.

Upon arriving in the city they had bombed once, Sadr and his men immediately abandoned their previous plans and began making new arrangements.

As the intelligence chief, Hamidi immediately contacted Larry and issued his orders:

“Remove the Octogen hidden in house number 4 immediately.”

"Make it a smaller quantity, try to fool them. If the Americans ask, just say they haven't come to pick up the goods yet."

"The day after tomorrow, I will send three assassins over there. Their mission is to die; they will attack you proactively."

"Don't hesitate, shoot, kill them."

"Take you out of the whole thing."

After issuing the order, Hamidi stayed by the telephone, waiting for a response from the other end.

On the other side, Najaf.

Larry hung up the phone, not even bothering to change her clothes, and went into the kitchen, then into the tunnel beneath it, still in her pajamas.

Emerging from the other end of the tunnel, he immediately called two men, and together they drove two identical, dilapidated pickup trucks toward Safe House No. 4.

The pickup truck made a series of unpleasant noises in the early morning light.

Two pickup trucks, one after the other, stopped outside the perimeter wall of Safe House No. 4.

Two burly men jumped out of the car and, in less than a minute, carried two boxes out of the truck, threw them onto the pickup truck, and sped away.

Having obtained what he needed, Larrit dared not delay. He floored the accelerator and sped through the intricate alleyways of Najaf in his pickup truck.

Twelve minutes later, the pickup truck stopped in the yard on the other side of the tunnel.

Two burly men got out of the other car, carried the boxes from the car, and crawled into the room and the tunnel. They followed Larryt and ran frantically towards Larryt's house.

They crawled out of the tunnel.

He quickly had two strong men stuff the box into the small warehouse.

Before locking the warehouse door, he opened the box again and glanced at the ointment-like octokin inside.

The box, which was originally full, was missing a corner and was about 10 kilograms lighter.

Just as he was at his wit's end, a soft, sweet voice came from behind him:

"Grandpa, what are you doing?"

Larry turned around and found a little girl standing behind him.

The girl hugged a doll, her eyes half-open, and looked curiously at her grandfather.

Upon seeing his granddaughter, Larry immediately had a plan.

He pulled out about two kilograms of octogen from the box and shoved it into his granddaughter's hands:

“Sally, come here, mold this into your favorite princess.”

Even though she wasn't fully awake, the little girl was still very happy to have a new toy.

He tossed the doll aside, grabbed the white, paste-like substance, and began to frantically knead the doll.

After a few minutes of kneading, the little girl's energy from waking up early ran out. She closed her eyes, sat down on the ground, and fell asleep.

But the doll in his hand was already starting to take shape.

Seeing the little girl fall asleep, Larry breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the child with her right hand, held the toy the child was squeezing in her left hand, and then instructed the people behind her to lock the door.

He carried the child back to the bedroom and placed the princess that Sally had sculpted in the most conspicuous spot on the bedside table, making sure the child could see it as soon as she woke up.

Just as he finished doing all this, there was a rapid knocking on the door, followed by the panicked voice of his subordinate:
"Mr. Larritt, the Americans are here!"

Upon hearing this, Larry gently patted her granddaughter to wake her up, then turned and walked out of the bedroom.

As he entered the living room, he heard worried voices coming from the second floor. He looked up and saw his son, daughter-in-law, and several grandchildren.

He tilted his head slightly and gave a confident smile: "Don't be afraid, I'll be right back."

As he stepped outside, he gently patted the burly man standing at the door and gave him a reassuring look.

Then, surrounded by two burly men, he walked towards the courtyard gate and opened it.

Outside the gate, three Bradley infantry fighting vehicles were parked in a staggered pattern, with the barrels of the 12.7mm Gatling guns on top of the vehicles rotating gently, ready to fire.

Standing in front of the three vehicles, Lieutenant Harris crossed his arms and smiled as he watched Larry emerge.

“Mr. Larry, it’s like this.”

“I have a client who is also collecting high-performance explosives, and the price he offers is slightly higher than yours.”

"I think that batch of explosives should still be there, right?"

Upon seeing Harris, especially hearing him use such a lame excuse, Larit, the Arab businessman, felt his blood boil and shrugged:
"The item is here, but the problem is you can take it back, but you have to pay me."

“My client was willing to give me $20 for 100 kilograms of octogen.”

"As long as you exceed this number..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Harris beckon to the two infantry fighting vehicles behind him.

The next second, the two infantry fighting vehicles that received the signal turned their Gatling guns around and swept across the open ground on both sides of Larit.

sizzle-

The dry soil was beaten until it cracked inch by inch, and the dust kicked up flew in the wind, with some clods of mud flying onto Larryt's face.

His signature smile turned somber at that moment, and his right hand spread its five fingers:

"$5 million!"

Harris ignored his offer, simply raising his hand to stop the two infantry fighting vehicles behind him from attacking.

He then led two men past Larry and went straight into the courtyard.

Outside the door, Larry glared fiercely at the infantry fighting vehicles, then turned and followed Harris, angrily demanding:
"What on earth do you want to do?"

"If you want the goods, just give me the money and I'll give you the goods. There's no business like this."

Listening to his rambling, Harris turned around: "Where's the goods?"

"Here you go, here you go, here you go!" Nodding impatiently, Larrit turned and walked towards the warehouse in the side room, opening the door to reveal a warehouse full of supplies.

He then led Harris to the box containing the Octogen.

The two boxes were opened, and the box on the left was filled with octogens.

Harris also very carefully cut them all open with a knife and squeezed them all by hand.

When the box on the right was opened, one piece was missing.

Seeing the empty space, Harris placed his pistol in his right hand:
"Larrit, can you tell me what happened to this gap?"

"Didn't you say all the goods were still there?"

As he spoke, the two soldiers behind him gently pulled back their rifle bolts.

Upon hearing their commotion, two burly men behind Larry stepped forward from the left and right, shielding Larry behind them.

Just then, a soft, sweet voice rang out from the warehouse entrance:

"Grandpa, what are you doing?"

When Sally woke up for the second time, she was noticeably more awake than before. Her blue eyes were bright and watery as she tilted her head, looking at everyone with great curiosity. When the little one appeared, Harris's eyes lit up, and he walked towards him.

But as soon as he got closer, his attention was drawn to the handmade doll in the little boy's arms.

He crouched down and pinched the somewhat ugly-looking doll with his hand.

Then I took a small piece off the doll and rubbed it vigorously on my fingertip.

Finally, I simply put the white, creamy stuff into my mouth.

This time, he finally confirmed what it was.

He ruffled the little boy's hair with his hand, making it a bit messy, then stood up with a smile and looked at Larry, saying:
"Children's education should start early, but there's no need to teach them these things."

At the opportune moment, Larry made a face as if he'd seen a ghost, pushed aside the two burly men blocking his way, took two steps forward, then turned back and slapped each of them across the face.

"Who let you in?"

The burly man on the left then very cooperatively tried to smooth things over.

He lowered his head and stammered, "Yesterday, little Sally asked me for Play-Doh, and I said I'd never seen that before."

She said it was soft, like dough, but you couldn't eat it.

"That's what I thought of..."

Snapped!
Another slap.

The burly man covered his face and didn't continue speaking.

After hitting her, Larry quickly went over and hugged her granddaughter Sally, then gently comforted her:
"Sally, be good, go back to sleep for a while longer, okay?"

He then walked past Harris and escorted his granddaughter back to her room.

After calming them down for a while, he reappeared in the warehouse, glaring fiercely at the two burly men before turning back to Harris with a serious expression:

"What happened?"

"I remember the last time you were this serious was when the Hillary thing happened."

Harris shrugged and spread his hands: "About three hours ago, we were attacked by terrorists at a newly built base in Ramadi."

"The specifics are unclear, but the orders from above have instructed us to thoroughly investigate explosives."

"That's it for today."

Harris shrugged again and turned to walk to the right.

To his right was a cabinet filled with various kinds of alcoholic beverages.

He walked up to the bottles of liquor, glanced around, took two bottles from the cabinet, tossed one to each of the two people behind him, and then took five more bottles of expensive liquor from the cabinet and held them in his arms.

"These wines are the price for informing you of this news."

"At 10 a.m., bring over some cigarettes and alcohol, and this matter is no longer your concern."

"goodbye!"

“You…” Larrit glared at him fiercely, opened his mouth, uttered a single word, then made a resigned expression and swallowed his words back.

He then followed Harris and escorted him out of the yard.

And so he stood at the door, hands behind his back, watching Harris leave with a displeased expression.

Once the infantry fighting vehicle disappeared around the street corner, he immediately shouted to the two burly men behind him:

"Help me up!"

Two burly men immediately stepped forward, grabbed Larry from both sides, and quickly led him back into the yard.

After resting in the yard for a while, Larry was finally able to stand up on his own.

He rubbed his leg and said to the two burly men, "You two guard the courtyard."

After leaving those words, he returned to his room and took out a brand new cell phone.

Log in to the mobile QQ app on your phone.

I found Hamidi in my QQ contacts and casually sent her an "OK".

After sending the message, he quickly logged out of QQ on his phone and deleted the app.

Sheila.

Upon receiving the reply, Hamidi breathed a sigh of relief, stuffed his phone into his pocket, and got up to find Sadr Jr.
"The problem with Larry is solved; now we need to deal with the Justice League."

"Given their usual practice, they will definitely try to claim responsibility for this incident."

These words made Sadr frown. He pressed his right hand to his temple and said with a pained expression, "You come with me to find Zais later and talk to him."

"But before that, I need to contact Lin Yi."

As he spoke, he took out his phone, walked to the window, opened QQ, and found Lin Yi.

By the dim light on the horizon, I typed a message and sent it.

[Hey Lin! What exactly did you give me?]

Suzhou.

In the office of the factory manager of Xiaomi, Lin Yi, who was about to leave work, was a little confused when he saw the message that popped up on his computer.

What exactly do you mean by "what you give yourself"?
What did I give him?

It's just a gas cylinder, an electric pressure cooker, and some battery materials...

There are only three things, clearly and plainly defined, what exactly are the things that I give myself?
Filled with curiosity, Lin Yi typed a question mark.

Then, as if remembering something, he placed his hands on the keyboard and began typing frantically:
Could there be a problem with the transport? That's impossible; I'm doing tests here, and everything looks fine.

[Was it because you, you bastard, didn't follow the transportation standards during the process that caused the problem?]

I won't give a refund because the problem was caused by your own operation! That's not covered by the quality guarantee!

After sending out this series of words, Lin Yi opened the system panel again and stared blankly at the Vulcan Explosion Battery on the system panel.

Judging from Sader's words, this thing seems to have its limits?
Just then, news of Sadr arrived.

[It didn't explode on the way!]

It's safe!

But when we put this stuff in gas cylinders and used it to bomb the Americans, problems arose!

[If a gas cylinder contained TNT, it would be equivalent to a 1000-2000 pound aerial bomb!]

That gas cylinder containing this thing—that's a nuclear bomb!

Did you know? We fired five shells, hitting the American camp!

【It's dawn!】

Five shells were fired at once, with the explosions occurring slightly out of time, resulting in five separate instances of dawn breaking!

I saw with my own eyes five fireballs erupt from the camp several kilometers away—five pale white fireballs!

The fireball was a full 100 meters high, and from several kilometers away, the light at the moment of the explosion was so bright it could even illuminate the hairs on my arm!

What exactly are you researching?

What exactly did you give me?

(End of this chapter)