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Chapter 188 Stabbing His Father! (Second Update!)

"Fuck your dad!"

In the dark, hollow underground cavern of Karbala, Iraq, a strange voice in Chinese suddenly rang out.

In the darkness, Khalid grabbed Sadr's shoulders with both hands and shook the young man in front of him frantically, seemingly intending to shake him to death in this way.

After shaking for a while and finding that it wouldn't kill anyone, Khalid gave up on the idea, turned around to face the wall, and stared blankly at the yellow earthen wall in front of him.

About ten minutes later, he turned around and looked at the bewildered young Sadr:

“You shouldn’t have told your father about these things.”

"But it's too late now!" Seeing that Khalid had finally acknowledged him, little Sadel kept circling in the darkness, and after circling twice, he returned to Khalid's sight:

"Besides, it was you who suggested that I tell him these things in the first place."

After saying that, he slapped himself on the forehead. After the crisp sound of the slap, he started spinning around in place again.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

Having lived for over 30 years, aside from the day the Iraq War broke out, this is only the second time in my life that I have felt so panicked.

Just when Sadr's movement was getting better and better, why did my father suddenly make such a foolish move?

Do not understand!

As he prepared to spin around again, Khalid reached out and stopped him:

"There's no use in you agonizing over it. Call Lin Yi, tell him everything, and see what he thinks."

"If we really can't continue cooperating, then we'll talk about it again."

These two sentences, like a stabilizing force, held little Sader still. He took out his phone, found Lin Yi on QQ, edited the story of his father's misdeeds into a message, and sent it all over.

After sending the message, he sat in the dark with his phone in his hand, waiting for a response from the other end.

The faint light from the phone screen reflected on his face, making him look exceptionally lonely.

After a while, still receiving no message, he anxiously looked up at Khalid:

"Is Lin Yi planning to abandon us?"

Khalid, who was busy at work, immediately put down his work, walked up to Sadr, and took the phone from him because of this sentence.

After carefully checking the time displayed on the phone screen, he decisively threw the phone back into Sadr's arms.
"It's the middle of the night in China! Call your dad back and tell him you can only contact him during the daytime in China."

Knowing that the person on the other side had not abandoned him, little Sadel was reborn.

He grabbed his phone, walked to the side, and started sending messages to his elderly father.

…………

Suzhou.

Lin Yi tossed a breakfast to Ji Shuangshuang, then took his own breakfast back to his office.

When I turn on my computer, QQ starts automatically, and several accounts log in at the same time, followed by a series of pinging sounds.

The computer froze for a moment amidst the sound.

The anxious voice made Lin Yi quickly put down the noodles he was about to eat, open the constantly flashing QQ, and want to see who sent the message.

Upon opening the message, I discovered it was from Sadr Jr.

Lin Yi immediately sent two messages back.

Sending so many messages means something really serious must have happened to them.

Drag the mouse to the last point in the chat history, then scroll down slowly.

The more Lin Yi looked, the more his brows furrowed.

What does it mean that Sadr sold his information to the Saudi King?
What does it mean that the Saudi King wants to cooperate?
I want to really mess with America.

After reading the message, Lin Yi was completely overwhelmed. He held his head in his hands and kept asking himself, "What kind of mess is this?"
Pressing his brow, Lin Yi didn't know how to evaluate the matter.

They lied to Sadr because these people were unsophisticated; even if they had, they wouldn't have seen real people.

But Saudi King Saeed was different.

This guy likes to travel around, invest everywhere, and knows important people in many countries.

Lin Yi wasn't afraid of anything else. If the other party just wanted something or some help, he was ready to provide assistance at any time.

After all, that's Saudi Arabia, the world's second-largest oil producer.

As king, Saeed had tons of money in his hands.

If I can get in touch with him directly, I'm sure I can attract enough investment with all my skills.

His only fear was that Said would go to China, ask two high-ranking officials, and eventually bring up himself.

That would be the end of us.

No, I need to quickly come up with a plan, a plan to cover up the lie.

This plan is called a lie!

perfect!

Lin Yi, you are truly a genius.

After typing the words "Lies Plan" into the document, Lin Yi opened the chat window and sent a message to Little Sader:
“You can have your father contact me directly. I want to know what he’s up to.”

After sending the message, Lin Yi turned around and started working on the documents.

Three hours later, he finally organized the overall framework of the lie plan.

He had just stretched when a notification popped up on QQ that someone had added him as a friend.

He clicked "accept" and was immediately added to a group chat.

Besides him, there were seven or eight other people in the group.

Lin Yi was very familiar with two of the portraits: one was Sadr Jr., and the other was Ahmed.

He dragged the mouse, carefully studying the information about these people.

Not long after the research began, the man named Saeed sent a message in Arabic.

"Mr. Lin, we need your help. Please don't stand on ceremony."

He had just typed out "I don't mind" with a smile and was about to send it when he quickly pressed the delete key and deleted the sentence.

They changed the wording.

Mr. Sadr, you only get one chance, and it's clear you're not one to seize it.

I'm very busy, so just say what you need!

No sooner had he sent the message than an account named Said replied with a message.

Are you really working for the Chinese government?

【No comment! 】

Saeed's account remained silent for a moment, and then he posted the results of their discussion the previous night.

After reading what Said wanted to ask for, Lin Yi couldn't help but tap his head with his hand.

I thought it was something big, but it's just this?
They wanted to take vengeful action against America, but they couldn't let America's people go insane.

This problem is troublesome, but it's also easy to solve.

After all, the Americans have a strong fist; if you cause trouble, you'll face their iron fist. After mentally organizing his plan, Lin Yi typed a line and sent it:
If you want to make the Americans uncomfortable but don't want to get into trouble, the method is actually very simple.

In short, it's about stabbing his father! Stabbing Israel!

If Israel becomes ruthless, then you must be even ruthless!

I've given you a full 10 tons of raw materials. Even if you use some now, you'll still have at least 8 tons left.

Load these 8 tons of supplies into a container truck, add a little gasoline, and then drive the truck to the port of Eilat in Israel and detonate it!

[Detailed operating procedures.]

Step 1: Transport the supplies out of Iraq and into Saudi Arabia.

Step 2: Transport the supplies to the port.

Step 3: Detonate.

After sending the message, without waiting for a response from the other party, Lin Yi decisively logged out of QQ and went to attend to his work.

On the other side, in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

When they saw the message pop up in the chat box, Said and the others were completely dumbfounded.

In their original assumptions, they guessed that Lin Yi would give them a long explanation, analyze the causes and consequences, and finally give them a rather troublesome location, asking them to do their best to complete it.

But to everyone's surprise, Lin Yi skipped all those long-winded explanations and directly told them how to handle it. It was as if God had descended to earth.

Although the steps are somewhat crude, they are sufficient for a person to complete the operation.

In front of the computer monitor, Sayyid put down the mouse and turned to look at Sadr, who had been standing behind him:
"Sadr, the $5 million you requested will arrive shortly. Next, please have your son, our rising star Mr. Sadr, transport that unique batch of supplies out of Iraq."

"Our people will be waiting for him on the Kuwaiti and Iraqi borders!"

Out of consideration for the $5 million, Sadar smiled very amicably at Saeed, then took out his phone and sent a message to Sadr Jr.:
[I shipped all the electronic materials I had out to the Kuwaiti and Iraqi borders, and I've sold them all for $5 million.]

After sending the message, Sadr then showed the phone screen to Saeed:

"We just need to wait quietly."

Karbala, Iraq.

Seeing the message pop up on his phone, Sader frowned subconsciously, then, holding the phone in his right hand, he started snapping photos of his left hand.

After taking the picture, he pulled the phone screen back to his eyes.

The phone screen still displayed those words, the words sent by my father himself.

Worth $5 million!
This……

He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and then opened them again.

Nothing around me had changed; my phone still only had that one message.

Confirming he wasn't dreaming, Sadr grabbed his phone, rushed out of the underground space, and then shared the message with Khalid, who was sunbathing outside:
"$5 million! Our supplies were exchanged for $5 million from Saudi Arabia!"

"Contact Hamidi immediately and have him gather all the supplies together and send them to the Iraqi-Kuwaiti border as soon as possible."

"Someone from Saudi Arabia will come to pick you up!"

Unlike Sadr's excitement, Khalid appeared relatively calm. After listening to Sadr's account of the events leading up to the incident, he calmly said:
“I contacted Hamidi, gathered up all the materials I had, and then sent them to the Iraq-Kuwait border.”

"Based on current calculations, it will take about 5 hours to get to the Kuwaiti border."

"In the meantime, try to contact your father."

"Have him give you $3000 million after the funds arrive. Once you have the money, find a way to transfer that $3000 million to Lin Yi."

Upon hearing Khalid's words, young Sadr nodded repeatedly and said:
"Don't worry, I'll definitely order more materials and then blow the whole Middle East to smithereens!"

Snapped!
Khalid slapped his forehead, covering his face, and said:
"What I mean is, make up the difference for Lin Yi."

"If we didn't know the power of this stuff, we would have made a profit by exchanging less than $1000 million for 500 tons of this material."

"But we know the power of this thing, so we must learn how to be human."

"This $3000 million will be given directly to Lin Yi as compensation for the difference, and at the same time, it can be considered as an apology to your father for this offense."

“I think your old man understands all of this.”

"I'm going to contact Hamidi now." With those last words, Khalid gave little Sader one last deep look before turning and disappearing into the darkness of the tunnel.

Inside the tunnel, little Sadr waited for a while, then took out his phone and, following Khalid's suggestion, edited a message and sent it to his elderly father.

Not long after the message was sent, I received a response from my father.

【OK! 】

Israel is not far from Iraq; the closest point between the two is only about 400 kilometers.

When the Iraq War broke out, former Iraqi President Saddam Hussein deployed modified Scud missiles, which he had acquired from the Soviet Union, on the border and would launch them at Israel from time to time.

It's an old tradition of "hitting a cow from across the mountain".

From Karbala to Saudi Arabia, a highway cuts through the desert, connecting with Highway 80 within Saudi Arabia at the Iraqi-Saudi border.

As for Najaf, one needs to detour further south to the west of Samawah before turning south to reach the Saudi-Iraqi border, eventually merging with Saudi Highway 85 in the Rafha region.

So when Hamidi received Khalid's message, he quickly gathered the scattered supplies together, loaded them onto two trucks, and drove straight to the Saudi-Iraqi border.

Hamidi drove the approximately 240-kilometer route in less than three hours.

As soon as we arrived at the border, a middle-aged man came up to greet us.

After exchanging the code words and confirming their identities, the two began to exchange documents.

"There are a total of 7.3 tons here. When using them, they are piled up together and detonated with octogen!"

"After it's detonated, you'll see a sun!"

"Given how you guys do it, this time it's bound to be a bright sunny day."

Upon hearing these words, the middle-aged man laughed and patted his chest.
"I'll take a picture of you then!"

After the data handover was completed, Hamidi led his team away without looking back.

On the Saudi side, the middle-aged man directed people to load supplies onto trucks, waved towards Iraq, turned around and got into the truck, holding a map in both hands, and directed his subordinates to speed towards the Gulf of Aqaba.

The straight-line distance from Lafha to the Gulf of Aqaba is 830 kilometers, but with the detour, the entire route is about 250 kilometers longer.

This brought the total mileage to approximately 1100 kilometers.

After staring at the total mileage for a while, the middle-aged man closed the map, shut his eyes, and went to sleep.

Three hours later, he switched places with the driver, and while they rested, the car continued to speed forward.

Seventeen hours later, the convoy led by the middle-aged man finally arrived at the Jordanian-Saudi border.

And there was already a team waiting here.

This is a professional technical team.

After the modifications were completed, these technicians gradually integrated the cargo being transported by the truck into the truck.

After making the major modifications, the middle-aged man led the convoy on their way.

They arrived at Eilat, Israel's port on the Gulf of Aqaba, without much trouble.

The middle-aged man parked his car on the side of the road, got out naturally, and started taking pictures with his camera.

Not long after the filming began, Israeli soldiers came over to borrow cigarettes.

(End of this chapter)