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Chapter 250 Virgin Territory! (First Update!)

After translating Eisent's message several times, a huge question mark flashed through Lin Yi's mind: What does "finally came back to life" mean?

Could he possibly be dead?

But when he thought about how old Europeans used to soak mummy powder in water and drink it, he suddenly felt that what Eisent said was very commonplace.

After thinking for a while, he typed a sentence on the screen.

Is this an Easter joke?

Shortly after the message was sent, Eisent replied.

No! It's that damn Marine Corps outpost!

Did you know? Building an outpost in the desert is practically inhuman!

To be honest, I don't understand why we could just stand by and watch the Kurds and Syrians fight.

I don't understand why they needed to build this outpost, and why they were rushing to do so.

I feel like I'm going crazy lately, and these guys even made me miss a great opportunity to make a fortune!

I'm going to kill them!

Those damned bureaucrats, they can't do anything human, they're utterly inhuman, worse than animals.

Perhaps because he was so angry, Eisen kept hurling insults at people, and in no time, dozens of messages had been sent.

Seeing the messages he scrolled through, Lin Yi decided to play the role of a caring older sister and offer some advice to this wallet-wearing individual.

After reviewing the notes again, he quickly found a starting point:

[Mr. Eisent, I think you'd better not swear on this kind of internal software. Normally, servers for internal software like this would have data backups and be checked regularly.]

If someone finds out you've been swearing, especially at your direct supervisor, you're finished.

After those two sentences were sent, Eisent's swearing finally subsided, but a little while later, he sent out a new message:

[Adolf, do you know?]

Just two days ago, while the American stock market was soaring, I was in the Iraqi desert, frantically expanding my base there.

Those guys made me miss out on a chance to become a millionaire!

From these successive remarks, Lin Yi gleaned the key words "base" and "expansion".

Recalling the previous drawings, he immediately transformed into a gentle contractor, beginning to subtly probe:
[Mr. Eisent, have we encountered any problems with our blueprints during use?]

After all, you paid so much money; we'd feel terrible if there were any problems with the blueprints!

If you have any questions or need any assistance, feel free to message me, and I'll handle it.

After sending the message, Lin Yi spat to the side.

Lin Yi, Lin Yi, you can't let yourself fall into such a slump for a little money!
After waiting for two or three minutes, Eisente indeed sent several photos.

It is a photo of underground concrete pouring.

Under the dim light, white marks appeared on the marked concrete wall.

It's not paint, nor any other white coating, but efflorescence on the wall.

After comparing the dimensions shown in the photos, Lin Yi quickly found the corresponding location on the construction plan.

That's a passageway located on the basement level.

He marked the location on the construction plan, placed his fingers on the keyboard, and replied to the message as quickly as possible.

The problem is likely with the water or sand used in mixing the concrete. If the amount used is small, then there shouldn't be any issue.

[If needed, I can provide an explanation stating that our design has redundancy, and even if a minor issue arises here, it will not affect the overall usability.]

Sure enough, Eisente replied immediately after the message was sent.

[Send me an explanation: those damn guys are unreliable. If only they were as reliable as you!]

Upon receiving the compliment, Lin Yi didn't know whether to laugh or not.

He was more curious to know whether Eisent should cry or laugh when he learned his true identity.

Two hours!

Lin Yi sent the other party another time, tossed his phone aside, pulled out the corresponding drawing, found the drawing instructions, and copied and pasted them.

A statement of the situation was written.

He then sent the statement to Eisent's email address.

Eisent quickly replied with an "ok," and then there was no further communication.

After reading through all of Eisent's messages again, Lin Yi found that there wasn't much information in them, so he closed the chat group and turned back to his business with Iran.

Meanwhile, in faraway Ramadi, Iraq.

America's new Marine Corps outpost camp.

Eisent pulled the contents of the email out, turned around, packaged it, and sent it to Kelvin in Qatar.

When the message notification popped up, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He shut down the computer, picked up the landline on the table, and quickly dialed a number.

After the dial tone ended, the other party answered the phone. As soon as the call connected, Eisent launched into a tirade of profanities into the phone:
“Mark, I remember telling you when you came in that this is a military facility. You can be greedy, but you can’t be careless. You must build it according to the blueprints.”

"You're something else, you just mess around without even looking at the blueprints."

“If I weren’t so familiar with this design and the other party hadn’t been willing to provide a relevant explanation, you would have died at Kelvin’s hands just for that.”

“This time I spent a lot of money to find someone, so you have to pay out of your own pocket to cover this shortfall.”

"I'll kill you if you're short even a penny!"

After hurling his insults, Eisent tossed the phone aside, then changed into a reflective vest and helmet before leaving his office.

Outside the office door was a vast construction site, bustling with activity.

A semi-underground construction site.

Under the guidance of the construction workers, the concrete trucks slowly drove into the area to be poured, while more people moved among the machinery, adding a touch of liveliness to the noisy construction site.

As Eisent stepped outside, a gust of wind blew in his face, and yellow sand filled the air. He took a breath and ended up with a mouthful of sand.

I stood there vomiting for ages before I finally managed to spit out all the sand.

He cursed in frustration and turned to go back to his office.

The construction site was large and naturally very lively, with many locals in addition to Americans.

In addition, centered around this construction site, there are also many small markets run by locals.

As the sun sets and the day's work is completed, the bell rings precisely on time to signal the end of the workday at the military camp next to the construction site.

Upon hearing the bell, the workers gradually packed up their belongings and then left.

Khalid, covered in dust and dirt, mingled among the crowd, silently following them as they slowly walked out of the construction site.

Leaving the construction site, he naturally pushed his bicycle towards the city center, and soon, like the other workers, he disappeared into the vast crowd. A dozen minutes later, Khalid appeared on the banks of the Euphrates River, in front of a seemingly ordinary cluster of buildings.

After locking his bicycle, he naturally slipped into the building complex and into a house that looked very ordinary.

Inside the house, Muhammad had already arrived home before Bikhalid and was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.

After greeting the people in the kitchen, Khalid turned and went into the basement. The basement room wasn't large; once Khalid entered, the space appeared noticeably smaller.

Furthermore, a black cloth was hanging on the innermost wall of the basement.

Khalid walked over and lifted the black cloth, revealing a small underground space behind it.

In the center of the underground space, there was a table. On the table, under the cushions of America's soldiers, were America's soldiers and a site plan.

However, this is a hand-drawn floor plan, not a drawing provided directly by the designer.

He took a pen and marked all the buildings within a 3-kilometer radius of the construction site, even noting the distance between each building.

At that moment, Muhammad came in carrying two freshly baked flatbreads and a bowl of vegetable soup, and placed them on the table next to him.
"time to eat!"

Did you go underground today?

“No!” Khalid shook his head repeatedly, picked up a fresh biscuit, tore off a small piece and stuffed it into his mouth: “These American people are very cautious. The construction of the underground part is mainly carried out by the American people.”

“I’ve tried to get in, but I haven’t been able to.”

"I suspect these guys are planning to do something shady under this base."

"Biological weapons?" Muhammad asked in a low voice, but after asking, he couldn't help but let out a soft scoff.

What good is doubt?
Since the explosions, America has raised the defense level of all the camps. For example, the defense distance of this so-called new camp has been extended to 3.5 kilometers.

3.5 kilometers away, there are also mobile posts hired locally.

At this distance, it would require coordinated personnel to attack them with conventional weapons.

But who are they?
Ordinary Iraqis or members of the opposition armed groups.

Is doubt useful?

It works. By making it public and revealing all this information, they can make the Americans hesitant to act rashly.

But what about reality?

It's no use them revealing it.

Those journalists who usually tout freedom and democracy, and who claim they can report anything for the sake of freedom, will simply leave after hearing similar news, choosing to pretend they didn't hear it.

Khalid shook his head, his face scrunched up in a grimace, looking helplessly at the map on the table.

The weapons in hand have a relatively short range, so attacking the core of this map requires taking risks.

However, he didn't want to take the risk.

In the past, he would have arranged for someone to find a pickup truck, fill it with explosives, and then have someone drive it into the truck.

But now, he wants to try a different approach.

Use a little bit of war, and use methods that minimize casualties.

After much calculation, he realized that the range of his weapons was insufficient, and to achieve any results, he would need to send someone in a pickup truck.

Upon realizing this, Khalid stopped talking and silently tore the freshly baked biscuit into pieces.

He stuffed the torn pieces of biscuit into his mouth, then took a big gulp of soup.

Before long, he finished the soup and the bread, turned to look at Muhammad, and whispered, "It's time for us old folks to retire!"

"You have a bad temper. After I'm gone, remember to control your temper a little."

"Especially when it comes to our newcomers!"

These strange words startled Muhammad, but he quickly understood.

He looked at Khalid, rolled his eyes, and asked, "Could it be..."

"Are you planning to drive your car into this base yourself?"

Upon asking this question, Muhammad immediately chuckled again:
"Stop joking. There's a 2-kilometer-long open area outside this base. If you want to crash into it, you'll have to fly across that area in just a few seconds."

"Otherwise, you'll just be a target for others."

After saying that, he reached out and patted Khalid on the shoulder:

"Even if we want to expand our gains, this is something I should do, not you."

"Alright, get some rest. You still have to work like a dog tomorrow, so don't overwork yourself."

"Besides, don't you have a younger brother?"

Khalid's head was spinning whenever his younger brother Holimund was mentioned.

Finally, he pressed his temples with both hands and whispered:
"Get some rest, I'm going to bed."

He picked up the map from the table, put it in the cabinet next to him, and carefully locked it.

As I left, I turned back a few more times, still feeling uneasy.

After reading it, he went upstairs, washed up quickly, and lay down on the bed.

I had just lain down when my phone rang in the bedside drawer.

He frantically searched for his phone, only to find that the call was from Sadr Jr.

During this period, in order to evade pursuit by America's CIA and Israel's Mossad, the top leaders of the THAAD organization dispersed.

They took a few people with them and either chose to go abroad, change locations, or simply live in the deeper sewers of the local area.

As a high-ranking member of the Sadr Movement and Sadr's own son, Sadr Jr. certainly receives better treatment.

He did not leave Karbala, but continued to squat there.

At this point in time...

He should be reading a book, why would he think of calling me?

With a sense of doubt, Khalid reached out and answered the phone.

As soon as the call connected, Sadr's cheerful voice came from the other end:
"I need to go to China. Lin Yi has come up with some good stuff, and I have to go see it now. If it's good, I'll bring it back."

"If things don't go well, I'll stay there and take charge of the overall situation, get the company running smoothly, and send our families over as soon as possible."

"Also, Khalid, you need to get back as soon as possible!"

After the other person finished speaking rapidly, they immediately fell silent, waiting quietly for Khalid's response.

After a while, Khalid spoke into the phone:
"There's no chance at this base. We might have to consider changing our attack targets elsewhere."

"In fact, we're looking further ahead and focusing on more of America's overseas bases."

"Those areas are undeveloped, untouched lands; there will be fewer problems than here!"

(End of this chapter)