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Chapter 309 Military Expenditure Skyrockets! (Third Update!)

In the Glilot district, north of Tel Aviv, Israel, there is a seemingly unremarkable six-story residential building.

Mossad chief Lucas Abraham was hurling insults at a group of people below:
“Every day you tell me that you have established an ironclad intelligence network in Syria, Iraq, Turkey, and Iran.”

"Now tell me, where did those damn terrorists get their dirty bombs?"

"Explain this to me?"

"Do you know what the consequences would be if these dirty bombs were to explode on our land?"

"If those terrorists were even more depraved, they could throw these dirty bombs into the Euphrates or the Tigris, and let them explode in the river!"

"Then the Mesopotamian plain is completely ruined!"

"Even if we exterminate all the Arabs in the future, the land we acquire will be useless!"

"Understand?"

"I'm giving you 24 hours to investigate and find out exactly which bastards provided the dirty bomb."

"Find out where these terrorists are hiding the dirty bombs, kill them all, and get those things out!"

"have you understood?"

After the person in charge finished yelling, Albert, trembling, slowly raised his right hand from the crowd below:
“Mr. Lucas, those dirty bombs appear to be ones we sent out, but we only sent out four.”

"I don't know where they got the remaining 14."

His trembling voice broke the silence in the conference room, and the large group of people in the room all turned to look at him at that moment.

The terror in his eyes was impossible to suppress.

At the very front, Lucas stared wide-eyed at Albert, then slowly raised his right hand and pointed at him:
"What did you say?"

Pointed at, Albert, in his forties, showed the shyness of a young boy, scratching his head and stammering, "That...that..."

"What I mean is, of the dirty bombs that ISI has, four were given to us, and I don't know who gave the remaining 14."

The next second, the data terminal in Lucas's hand slammed into Albert:
"What are you doing?"

"answer me!"

The pain from the blow to his head dispelled Albert's shyness, replacing it with anger. He stared intently at Lucas:
"You personally ordered us to send equipment to the ISI so that they could divide the Arabs."

"You even said you'd give them some killer weapons!"

“Perfect timing. The weapons company just came up with a few special models of dirty bombs, so I sent them over.”

"You made over $800 million, and you got a share when the profits were split. Now you're coming to insult me?"

The increasingly louder the words, the more Lucas wished he could travel back in time to just a few minutes earlier, raise his hand, and shoot Albert dead.

But now, there's trouble.

He held his head in his hand and asked irritably:

"We need these terrorists to divide the Arabs, but we don't need these guys to be capable of resisting us!"

"Understand?"

"You can give me 100 guns, 1 million bullets, anything!"

"The only thing we must not give them is a dirty bomb."

“If they use this on Arabs, on lands that we don’t want, then everyone will be happy.”

"What if these guys don't use these things on the Arabs, but instead turn around and secretly smuggle them into Israel and detonate them there?"

"We're doomed!"

"Ha!" Albert sneered, crossing his arms as he retorted:

"You high-ranking officials keep saying you want to use nuclear weapons to wipe out the Arabs, so what if I use a dirty bomb?"

The confident retort left Lucas speechless for a moment.

He wanted to explain, but suddenly realized that it would be futile.

He needs to convince the other party first before he can explain it to them.

But now he can't convince the other party.

Just as he was struggling with this decision, the conference room door was pushed open, and his secretary quickly walked into the conference room and whispered a few words in his ear.

After hearing his secretary's words, Lucas frowned even more, slapped his head hard, and whispered, "Forget about those issues now. Now, use all our resources to find those damned guys and locate those 18 dirty bombs!"

"Remember, if things go wrong, detonate it on the spot!"

"We must not let this thing fall into Israel, especially the Golan Heights."

"The meeting is dismissed!"

After saying his last words, he turned around and left the conference room like the wind.

The secretary followed closely behind and left.

As soon as he stepped out of the conference room, Lucas asked impatiently, "You said that America's Central Command held a meeting and demanded that the coalition forces in Iraq increase their military spending to deal with this crisis?"

"Is he crazy?"

"It's already a mess, why add more military spending? What's the difference between that and throwing money into the water?"

The secretary, following behind, listened to her boss's question, paused for two seconds, and corrected her:
"If you throw banknotes into the water, you can see a colorful mess."

"If you throw a coin into the water, it will splash twice."

"But if you put that money into military spending, you won't see anything!"

The secretary's lame joke successfully elicited two cold laughs from Lucas.

"This is not funny. What is the Prime Minister's opinion?"

The secretary flipped through the documents in her hand and spread her hands out:
"The Prime Minister has no objection. His opinion has always been to kill the Arabs. As long as the Arabs can be wiped out, anything is acceptable!"

Lucas stopped in his tracks: "He agreed to pay more?"

"He neither agreed nor refused, which is why he called you over!" The secretary continued to shrug, giving a helpless look.

"Heh—" Lucas chuckled coldly again and quickened his pace.

The distance from Mossad headquarters to the Prime Minister's office is not short; it took Lucas more than half an hour to rush to the Prime Minister's office.

He met with Israeli Prime Minister Erwin Lambert.

Upon meeting, Erwin couldn't wait to say:

“Lucas, I need you to analyze this from an intelligence perspective. If we increase military spending this time, could we take the opportunity to take down Iraq, or Syria, or perhaps Lebanon?”

Irwin's question hit Lucas hard on the head like a hammer blow.

He desperately wanted to question Erwin loudly.

What does it mean to increase military spending? Can we take this opportunity to take down Iraq, Syria, or Lebanon?
Brother, those are three countries!
Even Lebanon, with its land area and population, is comparable to Israel.

The conquest of a nation has always been a case of the larger swallowing the smaller; there has never been a case of the smaller swallowing the larger.

Moreover, if increasing the coalition's military spending in Iraq could achieve the same effect, the Americans would have done it long ago!

Will I still be able to wait for you?
But the person in front of him was the Israeli Prime Minister, who held the power to appoint and dismiss the head of Mossad. With just one word from him, he could pack his bags and leave.

So, for the sake of money, you should first set aside your conscience!
Lucas frowned, lowered his head, and rested his chin on his right hand, appearing deep in thought.

He remained in this contemplative state for two or three minutes, then looked up and gave Erwin a firm nod:
"Mr. Prime Minister, we can try!" "This is a nuclear crisis!"

"We have legitimate reasons to increase military spending."

"While increasing military spending, we can also increase our investment in public opinion to guide global public opinion toward us."

“As long as the voice is loud enough, the channels for Arabs to speak out can be blocked.”

"At that time, we can seize the opportunity to link these terrorists with the Iraqi or Syrian authorities."

“My suggestion is to link these terrorists to Iraq.”

"At that time, we can take the opportunity to launch a war."

"If possible, I hope the president will also mobilize capital to allow America to directly participate."

"However, this hope is very slim!"

"Because the American people have become very restrained during this period, which is completely different from their previous image."

"Therefore, I suggest that we don't invest so much in military spending; we should invest less!"

After casually putting on a show of disrespect for the Americans in front of his own prime minister, Lucas stepped aside and awaited Irwin's next instructions.

After a long silence, Erwin looked up and spoke with a resounding voice:

"This time, let's not drag Syria and Iraq into the nuclear crisis, let's drag Egypt into it!"

"We need to take control of the Sinai Peninsula and then the Suez Canal."

"As long as we control the Suez Canal, all the major powers in the world will have to defer to us!"

"do you understand?"

After waiting for ages, Lucas was left speechless by these few words.

He really wanted to ask, if the goal is to deal with Egypt, why mention Iraq, Syria, and Lebanon? But when he thought about his position, he swallowed his words.

Let's do Egypt then.

never mind.

He bowed respectfully to Erwin, then slowly withdrew from Erwin's office to prepare for his work.

Erwin quickly sent the approval for increased military spending to the Israeli Ministry of Defense.

The Israeli Ministry of Defense also quickly passed a resolution and issued a related announcement.

In light of the impact of ISI, we have decided to adjust our defense budget from 530 billion new shekels at the beginning of the year to 1100 billion new shekels…

…………

Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

When ISI released that so-called game, King Saeed was not in a hurry, because he knew very well that those Jihadist bastards loved to bluff.

They might have dirty bombs, but definitely not that many.

Furthermore, since everyone is a Sunni Muslim, they can actually connect with each other secretly through their respective relationships.

If things really get bad, you can find someone to mediate.

So he was not in a hurry at all.

However, he immediately panicked when Israel announced adjustments to its defense budget.

Because when the Israelis have weapons, they really fight!

And they're going to beat them to death!
Once they've emptied their weapons, these bastards will immediately stop fighting, reload, and then continue fighting.

The several Middle East wars of that time were also due to my own stupidity, coupled with the incompetence of my teammates.

Otherwise, Israel wouldn't be a part of the Middle East today.

Who knows where these people are still wandering!
Moreover, the precursors to the previous Middle East wars were Israel suddenly jumping out, saying that their security was threatened by the surrounding areas, and then suddenly the war broke out.

Perhaps, there will be another war in the Middle East!

Thinking about these possibilities, Saeed could no longer sit still; Saudi Arabia had to do something!
Just as he was pondering what to do, he heard a series of hurried footsteps and looked up in the direction from which they came.

But they discovered that the people who came were Sal and Musa.

Upon seeing the two of them, Said's anxiety eased slightly, and he asked:
"You've all seen the announcement issued by Israel, haven't you?"

“I’ve seen it!” Musa nodded slightly, his face grim.

Beside him, Sall picked up the conversation: "Israel's GDP last year was 1.02 trillion new shekels."

"They raised their military spending to 1100 billion new shekels, which is almost 10% of their GDP."

"This is just their military budget. Their spending on some counter-terrorism operations, intelligence, and public relations has not yet been included in the military budget."

“If military spending is included, the cost would have to be increased, and it could even reach about 15% of their GDP.”

"In other words, they will inevitably launch a war in the coming period of time."

"We just don't know the exact time, place, or targets of this war."

"Otherwise, their actions cannot be explained."

"We must prepare as soon as possible!"

After Sall finished speaking, Saeed nodded in agreement and then turned his gaze to Musa:
“Musa, I need you to tell me if war breaks out, if Israel attacks us, we will fight them head-on.”

What are the odds of winning?

Meeting his cousin's burning gaze, Musa grinned awkwardly, then uttered a number—a number that filled him with despair:

"0!"

"Our chances of winning in a direct confrontation with the Israeli army are zero."

"Because Israel has a universal conscription system, and their soldier training system is derived from the veterans of the former Soviet Union."

"We all know how strong the former Soviet veterans are."

"The fighting capabilities they displayed during the 2006 conflict between Israel and Lebanon were exceptionally formidable."

"Therefore, our win rate is 0."

Musa's words dealt a devastating blow to Saeed. He wanted to say something in response, but the thought of the five Middle East wars kept him silent.

After hesitating for a few minutes, he finally asked the question he least wanted to ask:

"We still need to unite with a few other countries, right?"

This time, it was Musa who didn't respond.

He stared straight at Said, as if asking, "Are you kidding me?"

That unwavering gaze ignited Said's anger.

He clapped his hands and shouted irritably, "Sending our own soldiers in, the chances of winning are zero."

"Even if we join forces with other countries, the odds of winning might still be negative!"

"Then tell me, what should we do?"

(End of this chapter)