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Chapter 259 Even Jesus coming wouldn't help! (First update!)

After the secretary finished speaking, she stood aside with a smile, waiting for Kelvin's next orders.

Kelvin, on the other hand, picked up the documents his secretary had given him and began reading them from beginning to end.

The image is a screenshot from the clarification announcement video, and the photo contains the complete text of the clarification announcement.

After reading the text, Kelvin casually tossed the document into the trash can.

"Ignore them. If their God were so powerful, would they have turned out like this?"

"Even if Jesus came, it wouldn't matter! Jesus would still get beaten."

After hearing these words, the secretary understood Kelvin's thoughts, smiled, nodded, and left the office.

Kelvin closed the door, turned on his computer, and began writing the incident report, as well as the combat report.

…………

Karbala, Iraq.

In the dimly lit corner of the room stood a 17-inch black and white television. Although the old-fashioned CRT television screen had a lot of static, it did not hinder the use of the television.

On the screen, America's diplomatic spokesperson stood in front of the camera, loudly denouncing the attacks they had suffered while fighting for peace and freedom.

While making accusations, he also casually recounted the extent of the casualties and losses.

"In this attack, we lost a total of eight MQ-9 Reaper drones, four F-15E Strike Eagles, two air defense radars, and two air defense missiles..."

"In addition to the loss of supplies, there were also casualties."

"In this terrorist attack, we lost a total of 12 engineers, 5 pilots, and 8 ground logistics personnel."

"It can be said that we did not suffer such losses even during the Iraq War in 2003."

"This time, the unknown terrorists used a special weapon."

"After on-site inspection and reconstruction by our weapons experts, it was confirmed that this is a small aircraft that can carry bombs and then attack targets."

"Moreover, our personnel conducted a diffuse search in the surrounding area, with the base as the core."

"The search area reached 20 kilometers, but even after we searched the entire 20-kilometer area, we still couldn't find any information about the enemy."

"This shows how well-trained and technologically advanced these terrorists are."

"Therefore, as a member of this world, we at America need to remind everyone here."

"Terrorists are making rapid progress."

"But in the fight against terrorism, we are still fighting our own battles, needlessly depleting our own strength."

"Therefore, here, as America's diplomatic spokesperson, I urge everyone to put aside prejudices, shake hands, stand together, and say no to these damned terrorists!"

“We, America, have bases deployed all over the world, therefore, we, America, rightfully deserve to be the leaders in this matter…”

After listening to the spokesperson, Zais turned around and looked at Sadr with a puzzled expression:
"Tell me, how many of what this guy said is true, and how many are false?"

Little Sadel was tightening screws when he suddenly heard this. He glanced up at the screen, then looked down again and continued tightening the screws, replying as he did so:
"The data they reported is definitely fake."

"According to the usual practice of the American people, have you ever seen them disclose detailed figures on the losses?"

"no!"

"Yesterday's attack may have hit both drones and aircraft."

"But the number is definitely not that many."

"The fact that they are now revealing these detailed loss figures can only mean one thing: they are settling accounts."

"They've spent the money, and now you've done them a huge favor."

"They took advantage of the situation and exposed all of these things."

Upon hearing Sadr's guess, Zais's face twitched, and he burst out laughing.

After laughing for a while, he reached out his hand to Sadr again:
"More drones, please!"

"What can 50 units do? Give me all of them, you don't need them anyway."

Sadr raised his hand and slapped Zais's outstretched hand away: "You're overthinking it!"

"If you want to live a long life, you have to give the Americans the illusion that we are weak and won't affect them..."

"You're talking nonsense!" Zais interrupted Sadr in Iraqi slang, pointing westward before Sadr could ask a question.
"The Americans aren't paying much attention to us now because their main focus is on Syria."

"We don't have enough manpower available at the moment."

"If Syria is killed by them one day, then they can turn their backs on us and kill us too."

"At that time, not even God, let alone Jesus, could save us!"

"What you need to do now is give me drones, as many as you have, give me 1000 if you have 1000, give me 10 if you have 10!"

"I'm going to blow them all to smithereens!"

His long-winded speech was interrupted, and Sadr had nothing more to say. He continued to lower his head and tighten the screws on the drone in his hand. A few minutes later, a brand new drone appeared in his hand.

He put the drone aside, picked up parts from another one, and began assembling it.

While assembling, he calmly said:

"Let's talk about it on that day!"

"Besides, Lin Yi won't just watch us die!"

"By the way, as we agreed before, after using the drone, you need to give me a review of your experience."

"Have you finished writing?"

Across from him, Zais's eyes widened instantly upon hearing Sadr's words. Then, he began to look around nervously, feigning death.

Seeing his pathetic state, Little Sader chuckled coldly, placed his right index finger on his thigh, and tapped it lightly:
"I'm telling you, this is what my Chinese friend requested."

"Even if you have to hold it in, you have to squeeze out a few words for me today."

Noticing the fierce look on Sadr's face, Zais smiled awkwardly, then slapped his own head hard.
"I remember now, I still have some work to do..."

"No, I have an appointment with the Hezbollah brigade. I have something to do, so I'll be going now."

At that moment, he completely forgot why he came here; all he wanted was to escape from this place, to escape that damned experience.

Was that written by a human?

That's not something a human would write!

God should send down punishment, equally punishing everyone who makes others write their reflections.

After leaving Sadr's residence and getting into the waiting vehicle, Zais closed his eyes and fell asleep immediately.

Yesterday, they launched a surprise attack several hundred kilometers to Basra to launch a drone, and then launched another surprise attack several hundred kilometers back.

To be honest, it's very tiring.

But it's totally worth it!

The vehicle moved forward and soon left Karbala, then continued south toward Najaf.

Zais had just returned to his post in Najaf when three burly men, led by his subordinates, appeared before him.

The burly man at the head of the group didn't exchange pleasantries with Zais; as soon as they met, he bluntly shouted:
"Zais, you bastard, you tricked me!"

After hearing the burly man's roar, Zais put his right index finger to his lips: "Radria! You were the one who said you wanted to be famous." "Want a big name."

"I gave you my name, and now you're coming to criticize me? That doesn't make sense!"

These fallacies and heresies did not convince the burly man, Radria, who grabbed him by the collar: "If you had said this earlier, I wouldn't have paid any attention to you."

"Now look what's happened, I'm caught in the middle!"

“You’re caught in the middle, so why not go out and work for yourself?” Zais suggested, swatting Radria’s hand away.

Before Radria could speak, he added:
"Iran's actions this time serve as a wake-up call for us."

“The situation within Iran is not as tough as the Iranian Revolutionary Guard appears.”

"We need to plan ahead."

"Whether to seek refuge with others or to go independent, we must make plans now."

The first few words failed to move Radria, but the next few words did persuade him.

He hesitated for a moment, then pressed on, "And you? What are your plans?"

Zais shrugged: "No plans! We'll just have to see how things go!"

"Let's go, I know a really good stewed mutton place, I'll treat you!"

As they began eating, Radria swallowed back all her words, which were then consumed by the mutton.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Radria did not continue to entangle with Zais, but instead took his two subordinates and returned to their base in Najaf.

As soon as he returned to his post, his superior, Omar, the leader of the Hezbollah brigade, came over:

"Have you figured out where that guy got his equipment?"

“No! He’s very tight-lipped. No matter how I tried to probe him, he just pretended to be dead and wouldn’t say a word. He just kept eating and drinking.” Radria shook his head repeatedly, his expression showing no fear of Zais, only disgust.

After listening, Omar's brows furrowed deeply. After a long silence, he finally spoke: "Keep thinking of a solution!"

“There is great dissatisfaction within Iran that the Revolutionary Guard can operate its own businesses and engage in smuggling.”

"The assassination of the commander-in-chief of this revolution has given them a secret desire to seize power."

"But the Revolutionary Guard will not allow them to take back power; the Revolutionary Guard will definitely retaliate."

"Our supplies will be restricted while they fight over them."

"This period is very dangerous for us."

“We need to take countermeasures, otherwise, even God can't save us.”

Omar's long-winded speech made Radria roll his eyes repeatedly.

Everyone knows this is the principle, but the problem is, money is easy to get.

However, weapons, equipment, and other resources are difficult to obtain.

It takes time for grains to grow.

Weapons and equipment require distribution channels.

They had nothing and could only watch helplessly.

For a moment, silence filled the room once again.

After an unknown amount of time, Omar suddenly spoke:
"Why don't you tell the Revolutionary Guard what Zais did and let them take action?"

After a moment's hesitation, Radria gently shook her head: "Not for now!"

"At least, this matter should not be brought to light until the dispute within the Iranian Revolutionary Guard and its own ranks is resolved."

"What happened after I leaked that information last time?"

"No results at all!"

"If the Revolutionary Guard fails in its internal struggle within Iran, then Zais could be a backup plan for us."

"If the Revolutionary Guard wins, they can pass this news up to higher authorities so that they have the capacity to handle and respond to it."

"Anything else is just empty talk!"

"But you also reminded me that I need to go to Iran to find our acting commander and apologize to him."

"Make him admit his mistake of being vain!"

As a colleague who had worked together for many years, Omar knew which matter Radria was referring to and nodded:

"Go ahead!"

…………

Suzhou.

Seeing Iran's clarification announcement on television, Lin Yi couldn't help but touch his nose. This was yet another event that hadn't happened in his previous life.

However, Iran's response to this matter was far less assertive than it had been in the previous lifetime.

The incident has already happened, injuries and casualties have already occurred, and losses have already been incurred. How could you possibly claim that you didn't do it just because you issued a statement?

Even if they were to issue an announcement, they would first have to issue a report on severing ties with Hezbollah.

You haven't cut ties with the other party, and then suddenly issue a statement saying that you didn't do it.

What kind of international joke are you kidding?
You're their big brother!

If the elder brother doesn't speak, how dare the younger brother make a move?
If the eldest brother doesn't speak up, and the younger brother dares to act recklessly, then what use is the eldest brother?

While feeling moved, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at America's shamelessness.

What does it mean that America has numerous bases around the world and should be the leader in the fight against terrorism?

Isn't it just a way to trick others into doing free work, leaving the danger and difficulties to others while they reap the benefits themselves?
nerve!

Do you really think that Europe, which experienced World War II, is so easily fooled?

I closed the webpage and opened the documents at hand.

These documents were sent over by Ji Shuangshuang this morning; they were the remittance documents from Iran.

The document opens to reveal a table with dozens of accounts, each linked to a sum of money ranging from hundreds of thousands to millions of dollars.

The total amount from dozens of accounts added up to exactly $2.1 million.

Behind this form are the procedures for depositing money into the bank.

Each document has a corresponding account and a corresponding amount.

Lin Yi held the forms in his left hand and the accounting documents in his right, checking them one by one.

After checking, it came to exactly $2.1 million, not a penny more, not a penny less.

"These guys are rarely reliable!" Lin Yi muttered to himself, then picked up the phone and dialed Mao Xiaofei.
"The funds have arrived. You only have one task left: production, and more production!"

"We must deliver the goods to our customers as quickly as possible, so that they can feel the warmth of the wind!"

After saying a few words, amidst Mao Xiaofei's screams, Lin Yi hung up the phone and made a call to Amir:
"Dear Mr. Amir, the payment has been received!"

"Don't worry, you won't regret this choice!"

(End of this chapter)