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Chapter 253 The Little Tyrant of the Middle East! (First Update!)

Salman spoke in a serious tone and with a very solemn expression, which made Zayed look at the photograph in his hand again.

He looked at it for a while but couldn't figure it out. He wanted to call an engineer over, but then suddenly remembered that these things couldn't be exposed to the light of day.

In addition, since the various countries in the Middle East are all like a sieve, he gave up the idea of ​​calling the engineer and picked up the photos himself, looking at them one by one from beginning to end.

After staring at them for a while, he put the photos of the skeleton together, and then he found a photo of screws among the photos.

Finding this photo put him in a great mood.

Now, he feels like he's building blocks, and he's having a lot of fun.

With a playful mindset, he quickly pieced together all the photos except for the speed limit, while simultaneously beginning to visualize the final objects depicted in the photos.

Although he had visualized what the object looked like in his mind, he quickly realized an awkward point.

That means he doesn't recognize this thing.

After a moment of silence, he turned and walked to the desk, where he picked up paper and pen and began to sketch the object in his mind.

Salman stood to the side, watching Zayed sketch.

After sketching for about 10 minutes, Zayed's painting was complete, while Salman, standing beside him, fell silent as he looked at what Zayed had sketched.

On this A4 sheet of paper is a cube skeleton containing a battery. Four small arms extend from the skeleton.

On these four forearms, there are two blades.

This thing looks ugly no matter how you look at it.

"What is this?" Finally, Salman couldn't help but ask.

Upon hearing his question, Zayed shrugged:
"I don't know either, but from what I see, this is roughly what it looks like when it's built."

“If you have someone you can trust, you can show them these photos separately.”

Upon hearing this suggestion, Salman shrugged and said, "You're just talking nonsense!"

The two chiefs exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness in each other's eyes.

Unfortunately, these Middle Eastern countries are not united; each one is a sieve.

Some things, unless you do them yourself, will end up on the CIA's desk the moment you finish them.

Turning his head, Salman put the photo away, then asked in a low voice:

"What's the situation with Iran and Israel? I haven't been paying much attention to them lately, how come they're suddenly at war again?"

“It wasn’t sudden!” Zayed shook his head, correcting Salman’s statement.

The sheikh then walked to a nearby bookshelf, pulled it open to reveal a safe inside, and then took a document from the safe and handed it to Salman:
"Rumor has it that the Israelis have found the person who bombed the port of Eilat."

"After their confirmation, they confirmed that it was Iran that bombed the port of Eilat."

"I don't know exactly how it was confirmed."

"Perhaps it was never confirmed at all; Israel just needed a reason, a reason to start a war."

The documents Zayed provided mainly contained photographs.

A photograph of a dead person.

The subject of the photo is named Ladisia Twal, a very ordinary name.

As for his identity, he is an Iranian spy planted in Basra, Iraq.

In the photo, the person died a horrible death; only his face remained intact, the rest of his body was almost completely destroyed.

He was found right next to America and the Israeli base, less than 100 meters from the base's gate.

Salman returned the document, which could hardly be considered official information, to Zayed and asked curiously:
How did you get your hands on this information?

“Our people contacted the Iranians, slipped them some money, and easily obtained a document. However, there wasn't much useful information in this intelligence, so it was a bit of a waste.”

Zayed took the documents, but instead of putting them back in the safe, he picked up a lighter from the table, lit the documents, and casually threw them into the ashtray.

As he watched the photo in the ashtray burn out, he suddenly spoke:
"Salman, I know you're hiding something from me."

"Of course, I'm not interested in the things you're hiding from me. I just want you to remember that we are a whole, sharing both prosperity and adversity."

"If we want to go the distance, we, the emirates, must unite."

"We must abandon those prejudices."

"Understand?"

After saying this, Zayed put his arm around Salman's shoulder without waiting for Salman's response: "Come on, I just got a few bottles of fermented grape juice from Bordeaux, France. It tastes pretty good."

While drinking fermented grape juice, Salman suddenly spoke:
"Actually, it wasn't Iran that bombed the port of Eilat."

Zayed didn't react to the sudden remark; he simply drank his fermented grape juice and ate his steak in silence.

He seemed completely uninterested in the truth.

After a short while, Salman suddenly said, "I know about this, and the people who bombed Eilat Port were Saudi Arabia."

As soon as he finished speaking, a creaking sound suddenly rang out in the room—the sound of a metal knife colliding with a porcelain plate.

Salman looked up and found Zayed staring blankly at him.

They seemed to be shocked by the news.

Then, Salman revealed even more shocking news for Zayed:
"The person who gave them advice was a Chinese man, and the person who connected them was Sadr of the Sadr Movement in Iraq."

"Finally, it was the Saudis who carried out the plan."

Another creaking sound rang out, Zayed's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and his hand holding the beef fork trembled incessantly.

After trembling for a while, the piece of meat fell to the ground and failed to get into his mouth.

The meat fell, but he seemed oblivious, still putting the fork to his mouth.

After taking several bites without getting any meat and instead biting into the fork, he finally realized: "What are they trying to do?"

"I don't know!" Salman spread his hands. "I don't know their purpose, but I do know that what that Chinese man gave us was far beyond the current technology."

"In my view, this is an opportunity, an opportunity for our UAE to rise."

"If the UAE misses this opportunity, it will be utterly defeated in the future."

These words left Zayed speechless; he simply lowered his head and silently ate his steak.

Thanks to the oil beneath its feet, the UAE is very wealthy, and coupled with its small population, its GDP per capita is extremely high.

However, this level of height presents certain hidden dangers.

That means that one day, the oil beneath our feet might run out.

Of course, this is nonsense and can only be considered a concern about the future.

What we should really be worried about is the future of the people of this country.

Because of the good benefits, many people are now in a state of slacking off, joking around, and causing trouble.

When such a person appears in a family, the family will try every means to change that person's habits.

Let alone a country.

Moreover, this is in the Middle East, not somewhere else.

Other countries here have always been eyeing their neighbors covetously. Besides their neighboring "brothers," there is also Israel in the distance.

Therefore, Zayed has been seeking transformation.

Based on petrochemicals, and combined with other industries and commerce, the goal is to help the UAE break free from its dependence on oil and transform itself from a purely oil-resource-based nation into a normal country. This is precisely why it is unwilling to let go of any opportunity for rise.

He tried various methods, but all of them had little effect.

But to everyone's surprise, Salman suddenly said there was an excellent opportunity to rise to power.

If you miss this opportunity, you could suffer a complete defeat.

That's enough!

Zayed frowned, stuffed the beef in his hand into his mouth, took a sip of the fermented grape juice, and said:

"The reason we can survive in the Middle East is not by fighting, but by not fighting."

“We made it clear to everyone around us that we don’t want to fight for some Middle Eastern power; we just want to live our own lives.”

"We don't provoke trouble, but we're not afraid of trouble either."

"By doing this, you are disrupting the balance."

“I know that your investment losses last year were a big blow to you, but that’s not an excuse.”

"So, don't get involved."

Having said what he needed to say, Zayed continued to eat the beef on his plate with his head down.

Meanwhile, Salman, on the other side, continued cutting his beef absentmindedly after hearing these words.

Just as the atmosphere was growing increasingly tense, there was a knock on the door, followed by the voice of Zayed's personal butler:

"Sir, Israel has just issued a statement saying they are going to annihilate Iran."

"We need to use the airspace of the Arabian Peninsula, as well as Kuwait, Iraq, Jordan and other countries, to defend against Iranian missiles."

As soon as he finished speaking, another creaking sound rang out.

At this moment, Zayed's usually expressionless face was now filled with rage.

A moment later, he roared, "Do they want to die?"

After finishing his tirade, Zayed picked up the phone and called the Minister of Defense:
"Bring out our anti-aircraft missiles, and all the other missiles, and put them away properly."

"If Israel and Iran want to fight, let them do it."

"If Israel wants to use its airspace to intercept aircraft and missiles, so be it."

"But nothing can fall on our land. If anything falls on our land, we will attack!"

After finishing the call, Zayed looked back at Salman:

"Since things have come to this, let's eat first!"

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Tel Aviv, Israel: Joint Operations Command Center of the Ministry of Defense.

The intelligence officer, holding the documents in both hands, approached Minister Abraham Fastin from behind and handed them over.

"Minister, the announcement has been issued as you requested."

"And what about the reactions of these countries?" Abraham asked without turning his head.

The intelligence officer lowered his head and then quickly said, "The UAE reacted the fastest. They didn't respond directly, but just released a video of their air defense forces training."

"Jordan, Iraq, and Kuwait did not object."

"Finally, Saudi Arabia has not made any response so far."

After listening to the intelligence officer's words, Abraham rested his chin on his hand, gently picking at his stubble with his fingers, and said:

"Interesting, very interesting!"

After saying that, he waved his hand, signaling the intelligence officer to leave.

After everyone left, he turned to look at the person next to him:

"Isaacson, what do you think Saudi Arabia's reaction will be?"

"What else can they do? They'll jump up and down! With their cowardly nature, they think they can compete for the Middle East's little overlord? They're dreaming." Isaacson shrugged and looked away.

Turn your gaze to the screen in front of you.

On the large screen in front of them was Israel's missile force.

Under the cover of night, the missiles on the four missile vehicles were already erected, and all personnel were ready. With just one command, the missiles on the vehicles would be launched and then advance toward the target.

Raising his left hand and glancing at the time on it, Isaacson handed the walkie-talkie he had taken out to Abraham:

"Come on, you're the Minister of Defense, you issue this order."

Abraham did not refuse. He reached for the walkie-talkie, coughed lightly twice to organize his thoughts, and then spoke directly:

"Missile ready for launch, target: Tehran, Iran?"

"Remember, you are the pride of the Jewish people!"

Having given the order, Abraham stared intently at the large screen in front of him.

Soon, the missiles displayed vertically on the large screen began to spew smoke and fire.

After a brief delay, the missiles, trailing flames, flew eastward.

After the missile launch was completed, the missile vehicle was temporarily rendered useless, and the soldiers began to clean up the scene in preparation for evacuation.

Tehran, Iran.

Thanks to the incompleteness of the revolution at the time, the situation in Iran became very perplexing.

The power structure of the country was divided into several factions.

Overall, they can be divided into the new revolutionary faction, the old revolutionary faction, and the aristocratic forces that were not purged.

The new generation has begun forming the Iranian Revolutionary Guard, which sounds like a special forces unit similar to the American Navy SEALs.

But in reality, the Iranian Revolutionary Guard is a state within a state.

They have their own set of rules for doing business, and they also sell real estate and import/export goods.

If they didn't do these things, they wouldn't have the money to support Lebanon, nor the money to do so much in Iraq.

These actions naturally touched upon the interests of the old-fashioned people.

The old-school people were very dissatisfied with what the new-school people were doing, but the new-school people were very capable fighters.

The Justice League they support, Hezbollah, has gained international renown, and the Revolutionary Guard, as the backer of these parties, is also frequently mentioned.

Mentioning the Revolutionary Guard inevitably brings up Iran, naturally giving those mentioned a sense of prestige.

And so, life went on at a leisurely pace, a compromise that continued unabated.

But all of this came to an abrupt end after the commander of the Iranian Revolutionary Guard was killed two days earlier.

This was a tremendous insult to the Revolutionary Guard, and they wanted to retaliate, to exact a severe punishment.

However, the old-fashioned and aristocratic people expressed their incomprehension, unwillingness, and inability to do so.

Because once war breaks out, they will be the ones who suffer the most!

As for losing face, so be it. You can't eat with face, so it doesn't matter!

(End of this chapter)