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Chapter 186 Who exactly is the target? (Third update!)
Indian Ocean, America Digo Garcia Air Force Base.

The guided-missile destroyer USS Barry (DDG-52) is docked at the unloading pier, its hull rising and falling with the tides.

On the dock, Eisent held a stack of documents in his hand, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him with displeasure.

The middle-aged man wore a faint smile as his finger tapped incessantly on the document in Eisent's hand.

"Escent, sign this document quickly. Once you've signed it, I'll take the document and head back to base to transport the next batch of equipment."

When pressured to sign, Eisent snapped:
"I'll sign...I'll sign..."

He opened his mouth several times, but the curses that were about to come out were swallowed back down.

There are relatively few swear words in English, and the swear words are not harsh enough.

If you swear in English, it's almost like you're whining to someone.

As an American who had served in Yokosuka, Eisen wanted to swear in Japanese, but the person on the other end didn't understand Japanese.

After hesitating for a moment, he decisively extended his right hand to the person in front of him:

"What about mine?"

"What?" The middle-aged man feigned ignorance, pretending not to know anything.

Seeing his expression, Eisent patted the document in his hand:

“Tell me, the list includes 100 tons of explosives, 100 tons of grenades, and 200 tons of bullets.”

"But I kept counting and counting until my eyes were blurry, and the numbers I counted didn't match the list."

"A full 40% is missing."

"Can you tell me where those 40% of the ammunition went?"

Caught off guard by Eisen, the middle-aged man looked up, slapped his head, and gave a look of sudden realization:

"So that's what you meant?"

Then, under Eisent's expectant gaze, he spread his hands and said, "There's no part for you. This is a task that was given to you separately by the generals above."

"I don't have any."

Upon hearing that I didn't even know those words, Eisente immediately gave the middle finger and then slammed the document in his hand onto the middle-aged man.

"You'll have to find someone to take it yourself."

"Steal less, even less, even if you only steal 20%?"

"You stole 40% outright! If I were to sign off on that, I'd be a pig!"

"When I received this order, I thought I had misread it. I pried open each box and counted them for two days before I finally confirmed that it was you who stole it."

Faced with Eisent's accusations, the middle-aged man began to sigh, placing his right hand on his left and softly counting on his fingers as he said:
"Generals need to eat, and they also have to entertain guests. What can they do with that little salary?"

"Of course, we need to earn extra money!"

"Please don't make things difficult for me!"

When he spoke on the left, Eisentor turned to the right; when he went around to the right to speak, Eisentor turned to look to the left.

After repeating this several times, the middle-aged man finally gave in and held up two fingers:
"$20! I'll give you $20 in cash. Just sign the papers."

"Give me the money first, then sign!" Eisent waved the form, still arms crossed, smiling at the middle-aged man.

In the end, the middle-aged man gave up. He turned around and went back to the boat. A short while later, he came down carrying a leather suitcase.

The suitcase was opened, revealing neatly arranged $20 inside.

All of them were 100-dollar bills.

Holding the banknotes in his hand and smelling their fragrance, Eisente took out his pen and quickly wrote his name on the list.

Upon receiving the list, the middle-aged man felt a sense of relief. He crossed his arms and asked Eisent curiously:
"What are those idiots in the Central Theater Command planning to do now? Why are they preparing so much ammunition?"

"You have the nerve to talk about so much ammunition?" Eisent scoffed, then crossed his arms and said:

"A ship's worth of ammunition was reduced by 40%. I can't even imagine what the other person would do if they got their hands on that batch of ammunition."

"You took the money." The middle-aged man sneered twice, and like Eisent, crossed his arms, facing the sea, where spring was in full bloom.

Seeing the middle-aged man imitating him, Eisent rolled his eyes and looked at the sea, saying:

"Things in Syria have become chaotic, and General Kelvin of the Central Theater Command believes that we should now expand our gains."

"At the very least, they want to destabilize Egypt and use tens of millions of Arabs as their weapons."

"Furthermore, they received information from who-knows-where that the Saudi king was preparing to purge some disobedient people, which made them feel that this was an opportunity."

"I think we can take out Saudi Arabia as well."

"So, we applied to the domestic authorities for a batch of ammunition, and the domestic authorities instructed you to ship the ammunition from Yokosuka Port."

"As a result, you directly embezzled 40%."

“It was such an eye-opener for me.”

Eisent sighed, picked up the box containing the money, and slowly walked back to his dormitory. When he got back, he opened the box, and the smell of ink emanating from it intoxicated him.

The slightly stiff feel of the banknotes made them irresistible, making it hard to put down.

Back at his temporary lodging, after putting the money away, Eisent remembered the news he had seen not long ago. With some time to spare, he turned on his computer and found the emails in his inbox.

More than twenty emails.

Each email contains an attachment.

The attachments have separate names and are the corresponding construction drawings.

It took him about 20 minutes to put all the drawings from the emails together and carefully examine them.

It wasn't until 2 a.m. local time in Diego Garcia that Eisent stretched, took his phone out of the drawer, and sent a message to the chat group.

[Adolf, your abilities are even greater than I imagined. The blueprints are excellent. I'll send them to the Central Theater Command tomorrow. If things go smoothly, you'll receive your payment within a week.]

By the way, I heard that many Japanese people work in Saudi Arabia and Egypt. If you also have family members in Saudi Arabia or Egypt, you'd better contact them and ask them to come home as soon as possible.

This is just a piece of advice that may or may not be useful.

After sending the message, Eisent turned on his computer and opened a new document.

He first applied the previous writing template, and then he started typing on the document.

[Dear General Kelvin, you must have been very pleased to receive the relevant information.]

This drawing comes from Japan; it was designed by a company owned by a Japanese friend of mine.

I have checked the drawings; the information is complete and they can be used directly.

Of course, when the general sees the blueprints, please don't hesitate to bestow a small reward upon him.

After editing the document, Eisent dragged everything into the hard drive and then used professional tools to install the hard drive.

After doing all this, he felt very tired. He stretched and turned to go to his bed.

…………

Suzhou.

On another new day, Lin Yi was woken up once again by Ji Shuangshuang banging on the door.

After finishing breakfast under Ji Shuangshuang's watchful eye, Lin Yi began his new day's work. The first phase of both new factories was nearing completion, which meant he needed to recruit people, familiarize himself with the equipment, and arrange suppliers.

In addition to the new factory, there is also the production capacity of home appliance brands.

These all need to be addressed as soon as possible; sufficient profits are necessary to provide adequate funding for research and development.

By the time all this was done, it was already past 11 a.m.

Stretching, while waiting for his meal, Lin Yi took out his phone, found Smith's contact information, and casually sent him a message.

The factory will complete equipment installation and begin trial operation by the end of the month. The ropes you requested for towing the aircraft should be in stock soon.

After sending the message, he saw several messages in the group chat with Eisent.

He opened the group chat and immediately saw the message sent by Eisent.

Japan is a relatively small country, so when Japanese powerful families made their fortunes, their first choice was not to build up Japan or stay in Japan, but to go to other countries.

The wealthy travel in groups to other countries, buy land there, and then start businesses.

There are Japanese people in Saudi Arabia as well.

And there are quite a few.

But upon seeing the name Saudi Arabia, Lin Yi's brows furrowed unconsciously.

Could it be that my guess yesterday was wrong?

But it doesn't matter, just knowing that Saudi Arabia is there is enough.

Lin Yi logged onto QQ, found Ahmed's contact information, and sent the message to him.

[The assessment was somewhat flawed. Besides Egypt, Saudi Arabia was also a target of America's. Of course, it's also possible that they were targeting both Saudi Arabia and Egypt simultaneously, given America's large military presence in the Middle East; fighting two at once wouldn't be a problem.]

After sending the message, Lin Yi heard the door to the finance office across the street open. He didn't wait for Ahmed's response.

He got up, quickly walked out of the office, and slowly followed behind Ji Shuangshuang:

"What are we eating today?"

"Casual!"

"Would you eat this packet of salt?"

"If you dare to eat it, I'll eat it!"

"I can not!"

"Then don't say it!"

The two were discussing what to eat for lunch, while more than 1 kilometers away in Iraq, Ahmed, who had just gotten up, turned on his phone as usual to receive messages. However, the messages he received made him feel as if the sky had fallen.

What does it mean that America's target is Saudi Arabia?
What does it mean to beat them up as soon as they meet?

Is that something you can beat up?

In the 80s, the then Saudi King Soha acquired a batch of missiles from China. It was because of these missiles that Saudi Arabia became the only Arab country with a relatively large land area, producing a lot of oil, but not being thrown into chaos by America.

It is said!

It's just based on rumors.

It seems that Saudi Arabia has a mushroom egg in its hands.

But now, someone is telling him that America is planning to target this country that possesses missiles.

This is simply a fantasy.

But there's a saying: "It's better to believe it exists than to believe it doesn't."

Without much thought, Ahmed turned and told Sadr the news.

Little Sadr was also a little stunned after hearing the news. He turned around, rubbed his face, and asked Ahmed with an incredulous look:

Are you sure you're not joking?

"Do you think Lin Yifa's message is a joke?" Ahmed's question immediately stumped Sadr.

If it were anyone else, he would just think they were joking, but if it were Lin Yi, he would take it seriously even if it was a joke.

After all, this guy has quite a few secrets.

After organizing his thoughts, he turned around and handed the phone to his elderly father.

His elderly father, Sadr, is currently in Saudi Arabia, seeking support there.

Upon hearing this news, Sadr and his son Sadr were initially just as bewildered. However, when they learned that their son was from that magical man from the Far East, Sadr stopped talking and did not press the matter further.

Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

Having received the intelligence from his son, Sadr dared not delay. He used some connections and, after waiting for two hours, finally met with Saudi King Saeed.

As soon as they met, Said spoke unhurriedly: "What, the money I gave you before wasn't enough, and now you want more?"

Sadr wasn't stupid; he could naturally hear the sarcasm in Said's words and knew that the other party was a king with a lot of money and jewels, and could do whatever he wanted.

After clearing his throat, Sadr pulled Saeed aside and, after confirming that there were no suspicious surveillance cameras or surveillance devices, began to speak:

"According to information from our inside sources, America's Marine Corps is mobilizing troops and stockpiling supplies, seemingly preparing for a tough battle."

"The purpose of this tough battle is to expand the gains of the Arab Spring."

At this point, Sadr stopped talking and looked up at Said.

This pause allowed Said to slowly come to his senses. He slowly raised his hand, pointed to himself, and asked Sadr incredulously:
"You mean the Americans want to attack us?"

He had barely finished asking when he saw the person opposite him nod emphatically:
"Yes!"

"Besides Saudi Arabia, the American people might also include Egypt."

"After all, Egypt has not yet recovered from the food crisis of the past few months. If this is compounded by unrest, and your country Saudi Arabia is also thrown into chaos, then this will be even worse."

"Then the entire Arab world can be completely surrendered, and its territory can be completely handed over to any country in the world."

“King Seid, I think we should unite.”

Said remained silent, simply sitting on the sofa and quietly contemplating.

After a long silence, he nodded to Sadr:
"Don't worry, since you've shared this information with me, I won't let you down."

"I will have my subordinates arrange some funds for you, which you can use as you see fit."

"As for the issue of cooperation, I don't think you need to continue."

“You are a Shia, and I am a Sunni. I’m already thankful that I haven’t done anything to you while you’re sitting here.”

"I have some things to take care of right now, I need to go out for a bit, see you later."

Saeed walked around the palace twice before returning to his bedchamber.

His younger brother Sal, cousin Musa, and cousin Abdullah were already waiting in his bedroom.

As soon as they entered, several people eagerly asked what had happened. Said did not hide anything and directly told them the information that Sadr had told him.

Upon hearing this news, the group was completely stunned. They simply couldn't believe that the Americans would dare to make a move at this time.

After a long silence, Saleh finally asked, "What should we do?"

(End of this chapter)