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Chapter 187 You can ask someone for help! (First update!)

When asked what to do, Sayed blinked innocently and froze.

As the King of Saudi Arabia, he is not stupid; on the contrary, he is very good at weighing interests.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to protect such a vast territory in Saudi Arabia.

Because he was so good at weighing the pros and cons, after the initial excitement, he suddenly realized that even if the Americans were to attack him, he would not be able to find a suitable target for revenge.

America has troops stationed in Saudi Arabia, Qatar, the United Arab Emirates, and Oman.

He could retaliate at any time.

The problem is, after taking revenge, how will he clear his name and extricate himself from this incident?

Otherwise, given America's advantageous position, there's a high chance she'd end up shooting herself in the foot.

After thinking for a long time, he finally smiled at his brothers in front of him, and said with a face full of embarrassment:

"that……"

"I don't know what to do either."

Upon hearing this, Salle and the other two smiled awkwardly, exchanged glances, and Musa stepped forward, gently comforting them:
"It's okay, let's take our time."

“Let’s assume Sadr is right and the Americans will attack us.”

"Given the consistent behavior of the American people, there must be an inside agent in Saudi Arabia."

"We've been promoting secularization lately, so it's easy to imagine that the inside agents are those old guys."

“Even if we don’t take action against America, we need to control these people first to prevent them from working together from the inside.”

Musa described the most basic approach. After listening, Saeed closed his eyes, sighed helplessly, then suddenly opened his eyes, a fierce glint flashing in them:
"Test them first. If they really want to die, then send them to their deaths."

"Clean it up thoroughly!"

"Leave no one behind!"

"Even their children abroad are included!"

Saeed calmly uttered these words, and Musa, upon hearing the order, couldn't help but shrink back slightly after understanding it clearly.

All things considered, although I call those people old fogies every day and our relationship seems so-so, we're all relatives.

Musa didn't want to push things too far until the very last moment.

He nodded with a stern face, then pressed on, "What about America?"

This question gave Saeed a headache again.

After thinking for a long time, he closed his eyes and spoke again: "Saller, go find two agents and have them come..."

He suddenly stopped speaking, frowned, and said to Saler:

"Go and bring Sader here."

Upon hearing this, Saller nodded, said no problem, and got up to leave.

Then Saeed addressed Musa and Abdullah:

"You two go inside and hide for a bit, and remember not to make a sound."

“Okay!” Musa and Abdullah also got up and left, hiding inside the room. From inside the room, you could see Saeed and the sofa on his backside.

Sitting on the sofa, Saeed glanced back to make sure he couldn't see Musa and the other person, then turned back to focus his attention on what was in front of him.

As soon as it was placed down, several cups of black tea were visible on the table.

Four cups of black tea, one for each person, but because what was just said was so shocking, no one drank the tea; they just listened.

Looking at the cups, Sayed thought for a moment, but ultimately decided not to take them away and left them on the table.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, Saleh appeared before Said with a somewhat weathered Sadr.

After glancing at the Saudi king, Sadr turned around and, guided by Sall, sat down opposite Saeed.

As soon as he sat down, he noticed the teacup on the table.

There are four cups, one on each side, with a silver spoon placed inside the cup and sugar placed beside it.

Not long ago, there were a few people chatting here.

Saeed is one, Sal, who went to pick him up, is another, so who are the remaining two?
After thinking for a while, unable to come up with a solution, Sadr decided to stop thinking about it, raised his head, and looked directly at Said:

"Your Majesty Saeed, is there anything I can help you with?"

"I can give you some money!" Sayed offered Sadr a carrot.

Sadr was delighted to hear that Said was going to sponsor him, but his joy lasted only two seconds.

His intuition told him that there was a conspiracy involved.

He shifted his weight back a little on the sofa, sat up straight, and asked:

"There must be a price to pay for these subsidies, right?"

“Yes! There’s a price to pay!” Said readily admitted.

He then pointed at Sadr: "The news you brought is truly shocking."

"I can handle Saudi Arabia's internal problems myself."

“But I need to teach America a lesson and let them know that we Saudis have a lot of money, but we're not stupid.”

To Saeed's utter surprise, no sooner had he finished speaking than Sadr pointed insecurely at his own nose:

"Um...aren't you overestimating me?"

This sentence completely stunned Sayyid.

The king gestured with his hands for a long time, but couldn't utter a single word.

After a long while, he said softly, "Your Sadr Movement has performed well recently, and I think you are capable of taking on this role."

Upon hearing from Sayyid that Sadr's athletic performance was good, Sadr gave an "I knew it" look, then shrugged and said, "That's none of my business!"

“I haven’t been in Iraq much lately.”

"Moreover, the Justice League group is the one that's been fighting the most. If they're willing to admit they're part of the Sadr Movement, I'd be very happy to bring them back."

Every time Sadr said something, Saeed's face darkened a little.

Finally, he decisively spread out five fingers: "$500 million, in cash."

"If you agree to work for me, you can take the 5 million tomorrow."

$5 million is a very large sum of money for the Sadr Movement.

A longing gleamed in Sader's eyes, but it only lasted two seconds before he suppressed it:
"We don't have that capability!"

“I know exactly why you want me to be your agent. I can’t solve these problems, so it’s no use you coming to me.”

"Our people have no command and no combat capability; they can only drop roadside bombs."

"But planting roadside bombs won't affect the overall situation, understand?"

“However…” Sader’s words changed, the messy expressions on his face disappeared, leaving only a serious look.

"But what?" He only said half of what he meant, which, in Said's opinion, was as uncomfortable as only half-finishing a bowel movement, so he simply asked the question directly.

When the question came, Sadr leaned forward and whispered:

"You can ask someone for help!"

"For example, some money-grubbing guy from the east!"

Saeed knew exactly who Sadr was referring to, and shook his head, immediately dismissing the idea: "They won't!"

“They have their own considerations; they can't just jump in.” He had barely finished speaking when Sadr refuted him: “No!”

The denial was made very quickly, and even the tone of voice rose unconsciously.

Saeed tilted his head, looking at Sadr curiously, not understanding why he would deny his own words.

Just then, Sayyid, whose body was already leaning forward, leaned forward a little more:
"do you know?"

"They've already left the field!"

"It's just that it's done very discreetly. If you don't know the inside story, even if I told you, you wouldn't believe it."

Along with these words, Saeed gave him a look that seemed to say, "Do you think I'm an idiot?" while Sal, standing next to him, went even further, pressing his hand to his forehead and bending over as if his head was really hurting.

Seeing the two brothers like this, Sader spoke up directly:
“Last year, America’s Hilla base was attacked, and everyone was investigating who had transported so much explosives to Iraq.”

"I'm telling you right now, there's no explosives at all!"

"From beginning to end, there were only some gas cylinders and an electric pressure cooker."

"These two things, after being filled with explosives, amplify the power of the explosives several times over."

"So, you can't trace the source of the explosives at all!"

"Heh!" Said let out a soft snort, turned to look at Sadr, and pointed at him with his finger.

He didn't say anything, but what he wanted to say was written all over his face.

Is this guy an idiot?

Saller remained silent, pressed his hand to his forehead, then pointed towards the palace gate:
"Mr. Sader, let me take you home first!"

Just as he was about to drag Sadr away, Sadr dropped a bombshell:
"Don't you want to know what happened with the nuclear explosion in Ramadi?"

These words, like a muffled thunderclap, exploded in the room and successfully stopped Saller from his actions.

Even the two people hiding in the room couldn't help but make a sound.

Unfortunately, based on the information currently available, the explosion at Ramadi was far more powerful than any ordinary military bomb currently in use.

The only thing that has not been surpassed is nuclear weapons.

Therefore, everyone is speculating that it is actually a new type of nuclear weapon.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain it.

But now this guy actually says he knows the inside story.

Saeed did not rush to agree; at this moment, he was also very conflicted.

He wanted to know the cause and effect of this matter, but he was also afraid that knowing the cause and effect would cause even bigger trouble.

But after thinking about it for a long time, curiosity still won out over reason.

He raised his hand, gesturing: "Speak! Explain yourself!"

Sadr crossed his arms and legs, and spoke in a calm tone:
“I was sick last year and rested for about two months.”

“From then on, I divided the power in my hands among my sons.”

"The boss has the most people under his command and the largest area of ​​jurisdiction."

"He's young, and he wants to take risks."

"And coincidentally, the Sadr Movement also encountered some problems because of my leadership, so I thought about making changes."

"So our people went to China to find some cheap civilian products that could be used as weapons."

"On their way there, they ran into someone."

"That person sold a batch of gas cylinders and electric pressure cookers to our people at extremely low prices."

"When we got our hands on this batch of stuff, loaded it with explosives, and tested the explosion, we realized just how terrifying that person was."

"After that, there was Sheila's bombing."

“A few days ago, that person called and asked us to send someone over.”

“My eldest son went there in person, and then he brought some things back.”

"When these things were put into the old gas cylinders and smashed on America's heads, a scene comparable to a nuclear explosion occurred!"

At this point, Sadr slowly raised his head, looking at the ceiling, and said:

"That scene was terrifying!"

"So terrifying that you can't bear to look directly at it!"

“That’s right!” Sader suddenly lowered his head, his eyes staring directly at Said:

"The information I told you before about the Arab Spring was also given to you by this person."

These words reminded Saeed of the words of Rashid, the son of the Dubai ruler, and also of several intelligence reports he had seen not long ago.

In those intelligence reports, he always felt there was something that could connect all these situations.

No matter how hard I try, I still can't figure out what this thing is.

Now he finally knows!
people!
A truly terrifying person!
He was manipulating everything behind the scenes; he gave Sadr Jr. weapons and all sorts of things.

Then came the bombings of Hillary and Ramadi.

What exactly does this person want to do?
Before he could figure it out, Sadr's voice came again:
“If you’re unsure how to do it, I think you can ask this person for advice.”

“My child said that he was a Chinese official.”

"If you look for Chinese government officials, you should be able to find him."

"With the information he has and his abilities, resolving your predicament would be a piece of cake."

Sadr spoke those last few words in standard Mandarin. Having met many Chinese people, Said naturally understood what they meant.

But when he thought about the Chinese people he had met, he felt conflicted.

After hesitating for a long time, he raised his head and smiled at Sader:
"Since that person is in the shadows, it means the authorities don't intend to reveal themselves."

"So, could you please help me get in touch with them?"

As he spoke his last words, a cunning smile appeared on Saeed's face.

Those eyes were fixed on Sader, as if he would kill him if Sader refused.

After a while, before Sadr could say he agreed, Saeed simply clapped his hands.

As clapping sounded, Musa and Abdullah emerged from the room and appeared before Sadr.

The two people who had just appeared had malicious smiles on their faces.

It seems that if he dares to say even half a word of dissent, he'll be carried out of the house today.

After being stared at for a while, Sader smiled and said, "Can I borrow your phone?"

Sall quickly brought out the phone, and Sall decisively took it and dialed his son's number.

Once the call connected, he quickly explained the whole story, while also shifting the blame to Saeed.

Sadr, on the other end of the phone, didn't rush to respond. Instead, he said, "Let me try," and then hung up.

As Sadr hung up the phone, Saeed crossed his legs and jokingly said with a playful expression:
"Aren't you afraid of dying for betraying people like this?"

Sadr leaned back on the sofa, pointing his finger at Said: "This isn't betrayal, it's helping to secure resources!"

"You're very interested in him now, aren't you?"

(End of this chapter)