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Chapter 252 Get ready for a good show! (Third update!)
The two men's laughter grew increasingly arrogant as the number of drones they destroyed increased.

In the end, the not-so-large square was filled with the laughter of the two of them.

"You're disturbing the peace!" Lin Yi leaned over, reached out, and pulled the remote control from the two people's hands, then casually stuffed it into the box next to him.

Then, he took out his walkie-talkie, called Mao Xiaofei over, and pointed to the pile of drones that had been smashed against the wall, and the mess on the ground:

"Pack it up!"

Behind Mao Xiaofei were several other people. Upon receiving Lin Yi's order, Mao Xiaofei waved his hand, and these people stepped forward to pick up the boxes on the ground and began to tidy up the pile of drones that had been smashed against the wall.

While the others were tidying up, he leaned closer to Lin Yi, nodded his chin at Little Sader, and then asked in a low voice:

"Boss, who are these two guests? Why are they being so secretive?"

"Why do you care where the money came from?" Lin Yi rolled his eyes and pointed to the last cardboard box.

Mao Xiaofei immediately understood, turned around, bent down and hugged the box to his chest, and disappeared with the others as quickly as possible.

Finally, only Lin Yi and his two companions remained in the small square.

A gentle breeze blew by, and with no one else around, Little Sader's laughter, which he had just suppressed, rang out again.

The laughter carried a hint of arrogance, making the voice sound more like a villain from an American animated film from the 1960s or 70s.

However, strictly speaking, from America's perspective, they are indeed villains.

After listening to them laugh for a while, Lin Yi interrupted again:
"This is disturbing the peace!"

Upon hearing the sound, Little Sader stopped his unrestrained joke and quickly came to Lin Yi's side:
“You always surprise me, and this time is no exception.”

Lin Yi nodded: "I said, we should always believe that good things are happening!"

"go!"

"Are you going to adjust to the time difference, or would you like to talk first?"

When asked about his plans for the day, Sadr frowned slightly.

Under normal circumstances, he should be adjusting to the time difference and getting a good night's sleep.

However, the drone just now acted like a shot of 100% stimulant, sweeping away his fatigue.

At this moment, he had no desire to sleep at all; all he wanted was to get this thing as soon as possible, take it back to Iraq, and bring it to Ramadi.

Let's teach that outpost camp under construction a good lesson.

He shook his head, suppressing his excitement, and said:
"No more jet lag!"

"Get it to the quantity we discussed on the phone that day, and I'll bring it back to Iraq right away."

"This is a good thing, and good things shouldn't be enjoyed alone."

"I must share the joy with the American people and let them feel the joy too."

Lin Yi rolled his eyes at his passionate speech.

Share the joy, and let the other person feel the joy as well?

The Happy Bean flew into the sky and blew itself up, right?
After rolling their eyes, the group arrived at the telecommunications company's new dormitory, led the man into his room, and settled him in. Just as Lin Yi was about to leave, Little Sader pressed him for more information:
"You said last time that you adjusted the battery materials, what's that about?"

When asked about battery materials, Lin Yi couldn't help but roll his eyes and said irritably:

"Isn't this all your father's doing!"

"When they said they were going after the Israelis, I thought it was just a small-scale operation, or even just empty talk."

"I never expected that they would blow up the port of Eilat in just over a day."

"A port directly lifted me into the air, and with your father's betrayal, I was reprimanded by my superiors for a long time."

"We made some adjustments to the material configuration later, and while ensuring that the power remained the same, the detonation conditions became a bit more stringent."

After figuring out the reason for the adjustment, Sadr looked embarrassed and even involuntarily bent over.

To be honest, he never expected his father to be so inhuman.

Of course, no one expected that the Saudi king would be so accommodating.

They actually executed that seemingly absurd plan in the shortest possible time.

This world really is a giant makeshift operation.

Everyone is living hard.

Feeling awkward, he cautiously probed again:
"That……"

"Don't worry!" Lin Yi knew his concerns and gently waved his hand.

"I will have a special batch of fuses made for you, specifically for detonation."

"Of course, the detonating agent is still Octogen, and it's not as convenient to use as before, but it's safer."

"It is not easy for people to find out its origin."

He sensed Lin Yi's concern in his words, and expressed his complete understanding of it.

After all, ever since the bombing of Eilat, they have literally been hiding in the gutter, to avoid America's CIA and Israel's Mossad.

If it can reduce the possibility of being targeted, then a little extra trouble is acceptable.

As long as a person is alive, they can continue to cause trouble.

Once a person dies, they are truly dead.

He let out a breath and waved to Lin Yi: "Then let's rest for today and wait for your good news."

"OK!" Lin Yi made an OK sign, turned around, and disappeared through the door.

After closing the door, Sadr did not go to sleep as he had said. Instead, he asked Fahbad to organize the information that Khalid and the others had collected about the Ramadi America Marine Corps outpost.

After organizing the information into a rough map, the two of them, pen in hand, began to deduce how to attack on this rudimentary map.

Little Sadr crumpled two pieces of paper and placed them on the rough map:
“Personally, I think we can set up the base station in downtown Ramadi.”

"With so many people around, even if someone sees it, they won't care what it is."

"Then we can control this drone and launch an attack on the base from the air."

"During the day, we can use the cameras carried by the drones to look at the ground and then fly directly toward the target."

"At night, it will be even more convenient; the drone can fly directly towards the lights."

"If they build it, we'll bomb it."

"Anyway, this thing is cheap, it only costs a few hundred dollars."

“If you blow up a soldier, that’s tens of thousands of dollars; if you blow up a large piece of machinery, that’s hundreds of thousands of dollars.”

"No matter how you look at it, we win!"

As he spoke, Fahbad took a pen and began to draw on the simple map.

The description was so detailed that, towards the end, he couldn't even hear what little Sader was saying.

After a long while, he slammed his pen on the map, straightened up, and shook his head:
"We cannot launch an attack in Ramadi!"

"This thing is also more suited to its battlefield."

Upon hearing the objections, Sadr was taken aback at first, but then quickly realized what was happening.

According to this logic, those already established bases are more suitable to be attacked.

For example, the air base in Baghdadi, and the air base south of Mosul.

Even America's patrol teams.

Besides the American people, we can also target the ISI in the north.

In any case, either target is more likely to be attacked than Ramadi's construction site.

Moreover, because the attack locations are varied, they are not easily targeted.

Once he understood this, Sadr immediately gave Fahbad a thumbs up: "You're a genius!"

The praise was harsh. Fahbad scratched his head and said, "I'm going to wash up and go to bed."

Fahbad went to wash up, while Sadr took out a new sheet of paper and listed on it the locations where American troops were stationed. He was busy until the early hours of the morning before he finally received an A4 sheet filled with addresses.

He read the address several times from beginning to end, then took out a lighter, lit the paper, put it in the ashtray, watched it burn to ashes, and finally poured a cup of tea into the ashtray.

The ashes from the burnt paper, when soaked in tea, quickly turned into a small puddle of ash water.

After stirring it with his fingers, Sader took the ashtray into the bathroom and poured the water into the toilet.

After doing all this, he climbed into bed and fell into a good sleep.

The next few days were very peaceful.

When Little Sader came last time, he had already registered the company. With Lin Yi's help, his trading company has a wide range of business operations.

From home appliances to building materials, from textiles to various medicines, as long as the business is within the scope of the law, it's all listed on his business license.

However, he hasn't set up an office location yet, and there are still specific tasks to complete.

This time, he had enough time to handle some related business.

He wanted to have a better meal with America, and now that he had the chance, he naturally couldn't let it slip by.

Lin Yi originally intended to be a hands-off manager and let Liu Daneng stay with him for a few days, but halfway through, he suddenly realized that Liu Daneng couldn't speak English.

They don't speak Arabic either.

He had no choice but to do it himself.

After wandering around for several days, Sadr finally confirmed the company's specific business.

Export of basic medicines.

Textile exports.

Export of small household appliances and communication equipment.

These are things that Iraq, and even neighboring countries, need.

Especially neighboring Iran.

Once the goods arrive at the port of Umm Qas, they don't even need to be unpacked; they can be directly transported across the border river to neighboring Iran and resold at a higher price.

Within a week, the business was finalized, and a few more people were hired. Just then, Lin Yi's drones and related fuses were completed, and Little Sader took his leave.

After watching the Emirates plane depart from the airport, Lin Yi leaned against the car, took out his phone, and made a call to Hao Jin.

As soon as the call connected, Hao Jin's questioning voice came through the phone:

"That little Sadr went back with drones and new battery materials?"

"I'm going back!" Lin Yi replied, looking up again.

The plane, which was just visible to the naked eye, has disappeared into the clouds, leaving only a trace in the sky.

He looked away from the phone and nodded: "The plane has already taken off!"

"Just wait and see what happens."

"Also, has something happened in Iran? I've reduced my contact with them these past few days, but they haven't been in contact with me at all."

"Were they caught red-handed by the Americans?"

When Lin Yi mentioned Iran, Hao Jin's breathing visibly paused.

Then, his gentle voice came out: "It's nothing, someone died inside their ranks a couple of days ago."

"We're investigating these past two days."

"Moreover, these kinds of cooperation negotiations take a long time, which is why the leader asked me to pay special attention to you and the guys you're cooperating with."

"Your teamwork and execution efficiency is incredibly high, ridiculously high!"

"Okay, I'll hang up now. I need to get this message forwarded to my superiors."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yi looked up at the sky again.

Just minutes before, that Emirates plane had left a trail in the air.

A few minutes later, the mark had disappeared.

Only the white clouds shone brightly under the dazzling sunlight.

Lin Yi stuffed his phone into his pocket, got into the car, stepped on the gas, and drove off towards Xiaomi Heavy Industry.

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Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates.

Abu Dhabi Emirates Palace

In the presidential suite on the top floor, Salman smiled and reached out, handing a stack of photos to Abu Dhabi Sheikh Zayed.

Zayed casually took the photo, glanced at it, noticed it contained some electronic components, and tossed it aside. He then leaned towards Salman.

"By the way, when will there be another stock trading opportunity like the one we had last time?"

"If there's a next time, please remember to tell me in advance."

"So I can plan ahead."

Seeing that Zayed's attention was entirely focused on making money, Salman rolled his eyes and said:

"This kind of opportunity is once in a century, and we only had the chance because someone else notified us."

"You ask me when I'll have the opportunity, I don't know."

All I can say is, wait for further notice!

Zayed sensed Salman's passivity and humility from those two sentences.

I couldn't help but slap my thigh.

Two days ago, the expedited Abu Dhabi International Defence Exhibition 2010 was completed.

The effect was only so-so.

The weapons and equipment that the participants brought were the same as before, nothing new.

This is completely inconsistent with their concept for holding this defense exhibition.

The only consolation is that the transaction amount this time was relatively large.

This far exceeds last year's transaction volume.

Of course, his idea of ​​developing a powerful weapon was ruthlessly rejected by others.

He sighed, picked up the photo he had just placed aside, and waved it at Salman:

"What is this?"

"You're not planning to open an electronics factory, are you?"

"If you run an electronics factory, can you compete with the electronics factories in China?"

Across from him, Salman saw Zayed pick up the photo again, and he was ready to answer Zayed's questions.

But to everyone's surprise, Zayed chose this angle.

He paused for a moment, then directly explained the origin of the photograph:
"According to the airline, Sadr, the son of Sadr, from the Sadr Movement, has visited China again."

"Last time he went there, he brought back a batch of explosives, which blew up the Israeli port of Eilat."

"According to his usual practice, every time his people go to China, they bring back some things."

"And this time, what they shipped by plane were these electronic components."

There are a total of 1000 sets.

"My intuition tells me there's something wrong with this electronic component."

"But I can't see anything wrong with it, so I thought I'd ask you to take a look!"

(End of this chapter)