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Chapter 308 Let's Play a Game! (Second Update!)

The thought of those damned Arabs occupying Jewish land filled Bach with murderous intent; he wished he could kill them all.

But those damn Arabs are so prolific, they're everywhere, it's so annoying!

When people get irritable, they want to find something to do.

Barcross turned his attention back to the computer screen, and that's when he suddenly noticed that the dots on the map had stopped moving.

He quickly pulled out a map, checked the location, and found that the dots were stopped at a gas station in eastern Latakia.

Once he figured out that the glowing spots were located at a landmark gas station, Barcross felt a surge of excitement.

It would be interesting if these terrorists blew up that gas station in Latakia.

Or, they could detonate a dirty bomb in Latakia!
If they really dare to do that, they will destroy the jewel of Latakia.

Latakia is located west of the Ansariya Mountains. Moisture from the Mediterranean Sea is blocked by the Ansariya Mountains here and eventually flows back to the Mediterranean Sea along the river.

The plains carved out by the river formed Latakia.

This place is another granary for Syria. If it were blown up, it would be adding insult to injury for the Syrian government.

If Israel were to launch an attack at this time, its troops stationed in the Golan Heights, Syria could simply declare its withdrawal and cede the land to Israel.

perfect!

Absolutely perfect!
Barcross's excitement didn't last long before the dots on the map started moving again.

Moreover, those points of light diverged at the point where the M4 and M1 highways meet, with some heading north along the M4 highway and entering the Ansariyah Mountains.

The other part, heading south along the M1 highway, has an unknown specific direction.

The tracking devices attached to the four dirty bombs indicated that they were heading north along the M4 highway, with no known destination.

Seeing that these guys weren't playing by the rules, Bachlows grabbed the cup next to him and smashed it on the ground with a crash:
"A bastard is a bastard, how dare he disobey orders!"

His curses reached Albert's ears completely.

He picked at his ear and said calmly, "These terrorists are beasts, but don't forget, beasts have brains too."

"If you continue like this, I'll have to report to headquarters and get you fired."

The threat of being kicked out silenced Barcros, who then turned his attention back to the computer screen.

Meanwhile, on the way from Latakia to Gisrsuger, at a wide bend in the road, Badri picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered all vehicles in the convoy to turn off their engines and stop.

As soon as the truck stopped, Jeparan was the first to jump out. He took a battery from the back of the fuel tank of his truck, and then took out several antennas.

After securing the antenna around the truck and connecting it to a power source, he smiled at Badri.

"The simple signal jamming device has been installed. This signal jamming device will continuously emit signals outward."

“As long as it’s noisy enough here, they won’t be able to hear us.”

Following Jeparan's example, the drivers of the other vehicles quickly retrieved the pre-ordered signal jamming kits from under their trucks.

The kit is assembled and the power is connected.

The signal antenna started working, frantically emitting clutter.

A few minutes later, the convoy set off again. Driving, Jeparan, his face beaming with excitement, asked Badri:

"Should we send these dirty bombs to Damascus?"

“Damascus is full of heretics. If we kill them, the others will be afraid of us and come to us.”

"Our strength will only grow stronger."

Jeparan became more and more excited as he spoke, and by the end, he almost forgot he was driving. He sat in his seat and started gesturing wildly at the steering wheel.

The vehicle began to sway from side to side. Badri reacted quickly, punching Jeparan on the head, snapping him back to reality.
"Drive well!"

"You all need to listen carefully to the tasks I'm about to assign."

In the cab of the truck, besides Jeparan and Badri, there were a few other younger men.

Hearing Badri's serious tone, the group of people who had been laughing and joking immediately fell silent and stared at Badri expectantly.

As the vehicle moved forward, Badri's words followed:

“Jeparan, once we arrive in Gisrsugul, you immediately take your men and dismantle these four dirty bombs.”

"Muhammad, once we arrive in Jisrshugur, you immediately drive to Homs."

"Go and get me four sets of signal jamming equipment."

"We only have a few hours!"

"In these few hours, we need to disassemble the four dirty bombs, then shield the signals inside, and send the four dirty bombs to their designated locations."

“Once the time limit is exceeded, the group that made the deal with us may realize what’s going on and come after us.”

"That'll be troublesome!"

"So you have to be quick!"

"As long as we dismantle and eliminate these four bombs before those guys realize what's happening, the initiative will be in our hands."

Badri spoke very quickly. After he finished speaking, the people opposite him still stared at him with wide, confused eyes.

His good subordinate, Jeparan, blinked his big eyes and asked curiously:

"How do you know those people would tamper with the weapons, or install tracking devices inside?"

This question made Badri both amused and helpless. He shifted his gaze to the other people and realized that their expressions were exactly the same as Jeparan's.

In other words, they did not believe that the people who sold them the weapons would tamper with them.

Forget it, don’t worry about it anymore.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then suddenly opened them again:

"Now, do as I say!"

Hearing how serious he was, the people in the driver's seat stopped rambling and nodded earnestly, accepting their tasks.

The straight-line distance from Atakia to Gisrshugur is less than 60 kilometers, and even with the length of the journey over mountains, the total distance is still less than 80 kilometers.

An hour and a half after leaving Latakia, Badri and his party finally arrived in Jisrshugur.

Following the initial instructions, Jepalan and his men began disassembling the equipment.

Meanwhile, Muhammad, accompanied by a few trusted lieutenants, charged headlong into Homs to procure the necessary parts.

To avoid any unforeseen disaster, both sides moved very quickly.

As the sun was just rising in the east, Muhammad brought back parts of a simple signal jamming device.

Once these parts are assembled and the power is connected, the signal jamming officially begins.

After waiting a few minutes, Badri took out his phone and saw that it displayed a message saying it could not be called. Only then did he finally relax.

Having calmed down, he began issuing new orders:
“Jepalan, four dirty bombs. You take one and stay here.”

"Just wait for my orders. If I don't tell you to detonate it, then don't detonate it." "But if I tell you to detonate it, and the others are unhappy, then you don't need to care about what the others think, just detonate it."

“Mohammed, take one of the dirty bombs back to our base in Idlib province.”

"I'll take the remaining two; I want to play a game with them!"

…………

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our ISI press conference."

"The press conference was a bit chaotic, and this is our first time here, so please feel free to point out any shortcomings."

"The main purpose of holding this so-called press conference today is to play a game with everyone."

"This game is called 'Find It!'"

"Now, let me announce the rules of the game."

"I have a total of 18 dirty bombs!"

"These 18 dirty bombs are evenly distributed across Türkiye, Syria, Iraq, Egypt, Libya, Israel, and the European Union."

"To avoid making it difficult for everyone to find them, I can give you a hint: these 18 dirty bombs are mainly placed near water sources."

"If you can find half of them within 72 hours, then I'll consider this game lost."

"If you can't find half of them within 72 hours, then I win."

"As the victor, I will detonate these dirty bombs."

"At that time, all those who do not do their best will be sinners in the Arab world."

"Alright, the game is about to begin. Everyone can start searching."

Al Udeid Air Base, Qatar.

After watching the video materials sent by Parker, Benjamin was completely overwhelmed.

As the commander of the frontline command in America's Central Theater, he would rather face countless artillery shells, or even real nuclear bombs, than face dirty bombs.

Because that piece of junk can't kill people instantly.

But in the years that followed, they could relentlessly torture those who had been hit by dirty bombs.

Moreover, America is not among the countries threatened by dirty bombs this time.

Since America isn't involved, it has nothing to do with me, the frontline commander. There's no need to do work that has nothing to do with me, and there's no need to waste time on it.

Benjamin closed the file, tossed it aside, and looked at Parker:

"Next time, don't report situations that don't involve us. Reporting them won't do any good."

"It's better to just focus on making money!"

"Go down first!"

After receiving a clear response from Benjamin, Parker didn't say anything more, but simply picked up the documents and quickly disappeared from Benjamin's office.

With no one else in the room, Benjamin was about to lie down on the sofa for a good rest.

But before she could lie down, the phone on the table rang.

It was a call from within America, from the Ministry of Defense.

As soon as the call connected, Brian's voice came from the other end:

"We just finished a meeting overnight."

"The theme of the meeting was how to prevent those terrorists from resorting to desperate measures and detonating the dirty bomb, while also containing those damned terrorists."

"We can't count on Europe, and we can't count on Asia. Right now, the only one who can shoulder the responsibility is our America."

"I want you to capture that provocative guy as quickly as possible, and then unload all the so-called bombs he's buried and blow him up!!"

"have you understood?"

A questioning voice pulled Benjamin back to reality. He rubbed his head and gave a nonchalant "hmm."

Brian, who was on the other side, also knew Benjamin, so even though Benjamin was being rude, Brian didn't take it too seriously.

He coughed twice, then reminded Benjamin that they must seize the initiative with the Allied forces.

After the reminder was given, the call was disconnected.

Benjamin put the phone aside after hanging up, picked up a map of the Mediterranean Sea, marked his current location, and then began to think about what he would do if he were in that situation.

After much thought, he realized that he simply couldn't understand the thought process of those terrorists.

If there's only one dirty bomb, others can help mediate, and if America takes action, no mediation is needed.

But now, that damn terrorist says he has 18 dirty bombs.

Eighteen dirty bombs could even bring Damascus to a standstill.

Which beast is so afraid of death that it sold a dirty bomb to those damned terrorists?

They've gone mad, they've all gone completely insane.

Don't let yourself catch which beast did this. If you do catch them, you'll skin them alive, tear them apart, take out their bones, crush them, mix them with the pigs and dogs, and throw them directly into the roadside trash can.

After venting internally for a while, Benjamin resignedly picked up the phone and called Parker:
"Come to my office!"

Parker quickly grabbed the documents and jogged over to appear before Benjamin as fast as he could.

He had barely steadied himself when he heard Benjamin's voice:

“Parker, call all our NATO allies and tell them we need to discuss how to catch this damn terrorist.”

"The Middle East is a rich land, and it cannot be polluted by those damned guys."

Benjamin said a lot, and Parker quickly wrote down the words that needed to be recorded in his notebook. After confirming that there were no further requirements, the young staff officer immediately took the information back to his office and began contacting the heads of the troops stationed in various countries of the NATO coalition.

Upon seeing the video released by Badri, not only the NATO coalition forces but also the locals from several Iraqi countries were in a panic.

Of all these people, Israel was the most anxious.

Because in their eyes, this vast land was the promised land given to them by God, and it was theirs to possess.

What is absolutely not allowed to be touched is already in the bag.

In order to reclaim what they had lost, they incited hatred between Islamic countries and launched a brutal attack on Arab nations.

There has been constant warfare.

The good days hadn't lasted long before these damned beasts started causing trouble behind my back.

It is tolerable and unbearable.

We must find this damned guy, kill him, grind his bones to dust, and throw all the ashes into the water.

We must kill them all!
(End of this chapter)