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Chapter 295 ISI's Counterattack (Part 1!)

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The messages popping up one after another on his phone screen made Eisent hesitate.

Benjamin, as a logistics officer, could understand why he had asked him to investigate Xiaomi Heavy Industry.

It's simply because of that battery that this company developed some time ago.

As a long-established political family, the Mahan family has investments all over the world. Although not many, they are now quite extensive, and the money they make every year is countless.

This company, with that battery, can live comfortably all over the world.

Moreover, if the other party can develop a battery, they can develop even more things, and then they can eat and drink their fill.

but……

Xiaomi Heavy Industry has very little public information, except for once appearing on the list of exhibitors at the UAE International Defence Exhibition.

At other times, the company is not well-known.

Many people don't even know where this company is located.

Now that we've finally managed to get in touch, if we immediately sync the messages to Benjamin, then what will happen in the future...?

You might regret it.

But if he didn't share the information with Benjamin, he would regret it now.

This is so difficult!
After much deliberation, Eisent decided to prioritize preserving his current interests and sell Xiaomi Heavy Industries to Benjamin.

We can talk about it later!
Having made up his mind, he immediately sent a message to the "Japanese" on the other end.

Send me a copy of that video! Send it to my email!

Just 10 minutes after the message was sent, a notification popped up in his email.

You have a new email...

Eisent opened the email, which contained a 20-minute video. The camera angle was excellent, and it looked like a surveillance camera.

In the shot, several people are seated at each end of a long conference table.

At the far end was a young man who looked to be in his twenties; judging from his clothing, he was Chinese.

Nearby, there were three men and two women; judging from their clothing, they were several Japanese.

The young man in the distance was going crazy, shouting, but he was speaking too fast and Eisent couldn't understand Chinese, so he couldn't figure out what he was saying.

Meanwhile, several Japanese people nearby were watching the other side with great interest.

The young man howled for a few minutes, then held his head and sat back down in the chair, nodding to the Japanese men with a resigned air.

After saying a few words, he took out his phone and started making a call.

A short while later, several more people pushed open the door and entered the room.

These men, with stern faces, began to chat with a few Japanese people nearby.

When the Japanese men took out several documents and placed them on the table for the people who came in later to review, their stern faces immediately relaxed into bright smiles.

Meanwhile, the young man in the distance also broke into a smile, his body language becoming increasingly ingratiating.

The 20-minute video wasn't long. Eisent watched it for a while, then imported it to a USB drive and headed to Benjamin's office with the drive.

The door was open, but there were voices coming from inside.

The door wasn't closed, so it probably wasn't anything serious. With that thought in mind, Eisent crossed his arms and leaned against the door, casually listening in.

"Besides Kilis, an unidentified Kurdish armed group has also appeared in the Akchakale region of Türkiye."

"Their combat effectiveness is extremely fierce. According to videos sent back by intelligence personnel, these people are clearly well-trained and highly professional in CQB operations."

"In addition, the three political parties KPK, PUK and PKK, which operate in the broader Kurdistan region, issued a statement yesterday that they will unite to fight against ISI."

"In addition to these political parties, Syria's PYD also issued a statement on joint efforts to combat ISI."

"This is the situation of various political parties in the grassroots."

"At the official level, Syrian President Saad issued a statement saying that he would fight ISI to the end, and last night, he dispatched a special forces team composed of the Syrian National Defense Army, Russia, and Hezbollah to cooperate with the Russian Air Force to strike ISI terrorists in the Hasakah region."

"Approximately 200 people were killed."

"Overall, it was a great victory, except we didn't capture the leader."

"As for the Kurds we support, they are now caught in a pincer movement between the Syrian government, Türkiye, the local Kurds, and ISI."

"The day before yesterday, they were ambushed by ISI forces in Talkef, north of Mosul, and suffered heavy casualties."

"It's a bit tough!"

Benjamin couldn't help but smack his head at the words of the young staff officer Parker.

As the heir to the Mahan family and a general in the American Navy, Benjamin was well-versed in history, especially modern history.

Then he discovered a really frustrating problem.

As the most legitimate heir of England, America habitually supported local armed forces and established power wherever she went.

Unlike the English, who could easily disrupt the local order, the American people always supported a very strong force at the beginning.

So strong that he is invincible.

But soon, these people will become incompetent.

The kind of food that's so bad it's disgusting.

The purpose of supporting Kurdish armed groups on the borders of Turkey, Iraq, Syria, and Iran is to counterbalance these four countries.

The group of people at the beginning were very helpful.

But in just a few months, it's turned into a vegetable!
It’s just that!

Those weapons and equipment were practically wasted on dogs. No, feeding dogs can produce a good dog, but these people are wolves that can't be tamed.

tmd!

Benjamin cursed inwardly and looked up:

"Some time ago, Afghan intelligence claimed that they had found Osama bin Laden. Has this intelligence been confirmed?"

Parker flipped through the documents in his hand and shook his head. "Not yet!"

"According to intelligence coming from Afghanistan, they believe that bin Laden is not in Afghanistan, but in Pakistan."

"But our people can't move around freely in Pakistan, so..."

Parker made a helpless expression, so he stood there with the documents in his arms, waiting for Benjamin's next order.

Sitting in his chair, Benjamin scratched his head in frustration, not really wanting to talk.

Osama bin Laden was the target of America's pursuit since 2001, and also a source of experience for commanders of various theaters of war.

Catching this guy during his term would be a major achievement.

Before coming here, Benjamin had fantasized about commanding American soldiers, descending like divine warriors, capturing this guy, and then hanging him in front of the whole world.

To announce to the world what happens when you mess with America.

But I've been in the Central Theater Command for so many days.

There's been absolutely no progress.

I'm so annoying.

Those bastards down there claim every few days that they've found Bin Laden's whereabouts, but every time we take their intelligence and try to investigate further, we find that these guys are reporting false information.

Thinking about all this, Benjamin felt a throbbing pain in his head. He pinched the bridge of his nose to relieve the pain slightly, then waved to Parker.
"Go down now, and keep gathering intelligence!"

Having received no new orders, Parker nodded slightly and left with a smile. Passing the doorway, he saw Eisent leaning against it and nodded again, giving him a friendly smile.

Eisent nodded in response, watched Parker leave, and then knocked on the door.

"General, we have intelligence regarding Xiaomi Heavy Industry!"

"Hopefully it's good news!" Benjamin pointed to the sofa next to his desk, gesturing for Eisent to sit down.

Eisent didn't sit down; instead, he handed over the USB drive he was holding.
"This is surveillance footage that Adolf Roosevelt, that very clever Japanese man, obtained from Xiaomi Heavy Industries when his men came to China to sign a contract."

"Please take a look!"

After plugging the USB drive into the computer, the two watched the video again. Afterward, Benjamin crossed his arms, frowned, and asked Eisent:
"I feel like this guy named Lin Yi seems... seems a little off... but I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong with him."

Eisent bent down, dragged the video playback progress bar to the front, and started the video to restart. Only when Lin Yi in the video started shouting did he ask, "This is the person who doesn't seem like someone who can manage such a company, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" After this reminder, Benjamin finally realized it.

This person's behavior doesn't seem like that of someone in a high position who could manage a large company.

Instead, it's more like a puppet placed in the open.

After watching the video again, this feeling became even more profound.

After the video finished playing, he lowered his arms and asked Eisent:
Who do you think is behind this person?

"Can we make use of this?"

When he heard that he wanted to take advantage of him, Eisente held up two fingers:

"Besides showing you this video, I also want to say something else."

Two fingers bent down, and the voice continued: "Adolf Roosevelt's company has received a quote from Xiaomi Heavy Industries for manufacturing drones."

"$1900."

"Hiss—" This price made Benjamin gasp.

A newly developed product, with immense military potential, has a factory price of only $1900.

The same product, if it comes from America's company, might cost two or three times more, or even have a zero added to the end.

Now, it only costs $1900!

The price is very low.

But this also means that they have a lot of room to maneuver; if they operate well, they can make a lot of money!
This price instantly dispelled Benjamin's earlier frustration. He stood up, rubbed his back, and began giving Eisent orders:

"You contact Adolf Roosevelt and have him send over the relevant plan. You take care of preparing the paperwork, and I'll take care of submitting it."

"At the same time, let him set up a drone laboratory in Japan."

"So it'll be easier to handle accounts later!"

“This…” Eisent hesitated for a moment. Benjamin’s actions were practically an attempt to snatch the person away from him.

That means I won't be able to take more than my share anymore.

He hesitated for a moment, and Benjamin immediately read his thoughts, shaking his head and offering a word of advice:

"Broaden your horizons."

“Almost all the people in America’s military and political circles are representatives of military-industrial groups and major capital groups.”

"You and I are!"

"But what if we cultivate a military-industrial complex?"

"Does this mean we can eat more and take more than our share?"

"Does this mean we can stop having to worry about what others think?"

Broaden your horizons!

"Go to work!" Finally, Benjamin patted Eisent on the shoulder, signaling him to get to work.

After everyone left, he returned to his desk, took out the intelligence report from Afghanistan that had been sent a couple of days earlier, and lit it with a lighter.

"waste!"

Meanwhile, in the mountainous region of northern Iraq, in Amadiyah.

This is a small town located in the mountains of northern Iraq, only 16 kilometers away from the Iraqi and Turkish border.

Heading north from here, following the winding path, you can cross the Iraqi-Turkish border and enter Türkiye.

In a seemingly ordinary mosque in the northern part of the town, Badri, the new leader of the ISI, finished his prayers and then turned to look at the person who had appeared so abruptly behind him.

He stared at the other person coldly for a moment, then said softly:

“I have said that I do not want to be disturbed when I am praying.”

"This is the first and only time."

"Speak, what is it?"

The newcomer looked at Badri with trepidation, then, with trembling hands, pulled a letter from his robes and presented it to Badri:
"Chief, this is a letter from Afghanistan!"

“Afghanistan?” Badri frowned and reached out to take the envelope.

The envelope was blank except for one name—Bin Laden.

Frowning, Badri tore open the envelope and quickly saw the irritating words.

Before he had even finished reading the letter, he lit it on the candle.

The flames quickly engulfed the letter. Badri clapped his hands and cursed.
"The Saudis are stupid. They are terrorists themselves, yet they have the nerve to say they want to stop those bloody activities. Otherwise, it would drive their followers away."

"How hilarious!"

"Didn't he ever consider that he might be a terrorist before he wrote these words?"

"I'm not even a normal person myself, yet I'm trying to persuade myself to be a normal person."

"Neuropathy!"

After finishing his tirade, Badri stretched and replied to the messenger:

“Write a letter back to our nominal leader and tell him that I will act strictly according to his requirements, so he doesn’t need to worry!”

"By the way, I'd like to ask him. I'd like to visit him in person and hear his teachings. I wonder if that's possible?"

Badri's erratic behavior left the messenger bewildered. He froze for a moment, about to speak, when Badri kicked him to the ground.
"Can't you understand what I'm saying?"

"Write it according to my instructions, and reply as soon as you're done!"

Having been kicked, the messenger dared not ask any more questions and fled Badri's sight by scrambling and rolling with his hands and feet.

Watching the man scramble away in a flustered manner, Badri was in high spirits and followed him out of the mosque.

Opposite the mosque are four three-story houses standing side by side.

Each house has a yard.

Badri lifted his leg and walked into the courtyard on the left.

When he entered, the empty courtyard was covered with carpets, and people were sitting on the carpets.

Upon seeing him enter, the people on the carpet quickly made way, giving Badri the central seat.

Badri plopped down and gestured with his hands, "Sit down, all of you!"

After everyone else had sat down, he spoke again:
"The time for a counterattack has come!"

"I plan to disperse the organization and launch attacks from multiple directions. Who agrees? Who disagrees?"

(End of this chapter)