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Chapter 315 The Sky Has Collapsed! (Third Update!)
After giving Eisent instructions, Benjamin had his secretary take a few photos of the night scene before leaving with her.

He didn't go back to his residence, but went back to his office first.

Strike while the iron is hot. Now that the drones have arrived, it's time to follow up on the report and let Brian take center stage.

This stuff is useful for soldiers on the front lines, and with the endorsement of middle and high-ranking personnel, it will spread quickly.

If it spreads within the military, it will quickly become known to military equipment enthusiasts in the civilian population, and these people will then lead ordinary people to rapidly expand the market.

As they expand the market, more people will get involved and develop application scenarios for drones.

At that time, the drone market will become a blue ocean.

The company controlled by Eisent is far ahead in technology, and once a blue ocean market is formed, it will be an endless source of money.

banknote!

It's still money!

Sunlight streamed in through the east-facing window as Benjamin typed out the last word.

Drag the document and photos into your email and click send.

After doing all this, he slowly got up, stood by the window, and admired the view outside.

Qatar is a peninsula, and due to its climate, it is mostly just yellow sand with little scenery.

More than 30 kilometers to the east is the sea. From his office, you can see the sea, but it's just a straight line of yellow sand and blue water. It's spectacular, but that's about it.

How come such a beautiful land has Arabs and Jews living there?
Irritability!

After admiring the scenery for a while, his secretary brought him breakfast right on time, along with yesterday's intelligence.

"There are two important pieces of news."

"The first piece of news is that around 5 p.m. local time in Russia yesterday, Russian President Miyalavlovich and Saudi King Saeed held a public meeting."

"Both sides reached an agreement on the EU's proposed environmental policies regarding some oil extraction and production."

"At the same time, Saudi Arabia has hired 1000 soldiers in Russia to ensure national defense security."

"The second piece of news is that the Israeli Ministry of Defense has issued a public tender to purchase a batch of weapons and equipment."

"The procurement mainly consisted of light weapons and ammunition, as well as a batch of air defense weapons."

"This is their list of weapons for public bidding."

After finishing his sandwich, Benjamin took the list from his secretary, glanced at the long list of light weapons, a small number of heavy weapons, and the estimated prices listed next to each item, and tossed the list aside like trash.
"They're so stingy when it comes to buying weapons and ammunition, they deserve it. They can only get this one piece of land."

He took a sip of juice, then looked up at his secretary:

"Any other news?"

The secretary nodded, opened the document in her hand, and continued her report:
"In addition, our intelligence personnel have confirmed that the dirty bomb mentioned in the video released by ISI a few days ago is very likely to have come from Israel."

"Moreover, the number is not that many; the other side is very likely bluffing."

"Because according to some intelligence, they had split up their forces before ISI leader Badri announced that he had dirty bombs."

"We do not know the specific details of their deployment, but relevant intelligence reports have mentioned that ISI members have been seen in the border areas between Iran and Turkey, as well as in northern and northwestern Syria."

“We have reason to believe that these terrorists have actually moved their forces from the mountains of northern Iraq to northwestern Syria.”

"Intelligence officials analyzed that their trip to northwestern Syria was aimed at gaining better access to Europe."

"After all, once you set sail from there, you can take a ship to Europe."

When Benjamin heard that Israel was behind it all, he wasn't surprised at all; in fact, he found it quite commonplace.

Those Israelis wouldn't be Israelis if they didn't make some noise.

He just didn't expect these people to be so bold.

Forget about developing nuclear weapons.

After all, once that thing explodes, the residual nuclear radiation it causes will only last for a very short time.

But dirty bombs are different; their purpose is to cause contamination.

Moreover, these people have always believed that the Middle East is their own territory, and they want to detonate dirty bombs on their own turf. I don't know what they're thinking.

That's just plain stupid.

He said he could understand why the terrorists split up their forces and infiltrate their main force into northwestern Syria.

People need to eat.

I'll die if I don't eat!

The person was killed.

will die!

When these people were controlling minor skirmishes in northern Iraq, everyone turned a blind eye.

They can also obtain some weapons and equipment.

However, they went too far, prompting a large-scale intervention by NATO forces stationed in Iraq, while America secretly supported Kurdish armed groups.

These people naturally can't get their hands on resources.

Without resources, the team will fall apart.

They had to find a way out. The large mountain range on the border between Syria and Türkiye, the Mediterranean Sea to the west, and the plains along the coast provided ample food.

There's Holmes in the east, and they also produce oil there, so you can make money.

Moreover, this place is close to Europe, making it ideal for these terrorists to carry out their old tricks—human trafficking.

He tapped his fork twice on his plate, looked up, and calmly said:

“Take this back to Florida and let General Brian decide whether to report it to the Department of Defense. If it were just Syria, we could play around with it, but there are Russians stationed there.”

"Those Russians are annoying!"

"Is there anything else?"

"Gone!"

"Then you can go ahead and get busy!" After receiving confirmation from his secretary, Benjamin lowered his head and continued to enjoy his breakfast.

The secretary put down the documents she had presented and quickly turned to leave.

Had breakfast.

Benjamin tidied himself up a bit before leaving his office and heading to the training grounds at Al Udeid Air Base.

On the training field, several Delta Force members were surrounding Eisent, listening to him explain the drone in his hand.

"This is forward, this is backward, this is left, this is right!"

"This is taking off upwards, and this is landing downwards."

"The camera is on by default during takeoff, and this number is the drone's current altitude."

"Now, the drone training is complete, it's your turn to operate it."

Upon seeing Benjamin appear, Eisent quickly finished his lesson, shoved the remote control into the hands of the Delta Force member, and got up to walk toward his mentor.

The Delta Force members, each holding a remote control, looked at each other.

In the end, I decided to take it for a spin first.

I recalled Eisent's explanation and then slowly controlled the drone to take off.

As frontline combat personnel, their awareness of the battlefield far surpasses that of other personnel.

The drones took off from their hands and quickly swooped down on the nearest shelters where people might be hiding.

After climbing over several bunkers, smiles gradually appeared on the faces of the special forces team members.

Not far away, Benjamin took it all in. He smiled with satisfaction, turned to Eisent, and said:

"After you teach these soldiers how to use this thing, there's one more thing you need to do."

"That's propaganda!"

"You should take some photos, some videos of these soldiers using this thing."

"The best thing to do is to let them say for themselves that this thing is good."

“These videos are in duplicate, from a standard perspective. You upload them according to the normal procedure, and I will send them to the Ministry of National Defense.”

"Release the video taken from a hidden angle and let people outside see it."

"Try to expand the market as much as possible!"

"We not only want to take orders from the military, but also from ordinary people!"

It was only at this moment that Eisent understood Benjamin's ambition.

He nodded, "Understood!"

Benjamin's gaze then fell on the Delta Force members who were training ahead. He was pleased to see that they had mastered the use of drones in just half an hour.

He then slowly walked toward the special forces team members, clapping as he went.

The applause successfully drew the attention of the special forces team members. They put away their drones, quickly approached Benjamin, and formed two squads:
"General!"

"Is this thing useful?"

"Very useful! In mountainous operations, when the situation is unclear, especially when the enemy has snipers, this thing is extremely useful. From high above, everything on the ground is clearly visible, and there's no way to hide anyone."

Having received the answer, Benjamin nodded emphatically and turned his back to the two squads:

“A few days ago, ISI leader Badri released a video.”

"In this video, he claimed to have 18 dirty bombs, and then he hid these 18 dirty bombs in Iraq, Turkey, Syria, Israel, and Jordan."

"He asked us to play games with him."

"Now that the new equipment has arrived, we can play games with him."

"So, my soldier boys, are you ready?"

The members of the two special forces teams raised their hands and shouted, "Ready!"

…………

Daqubas, Idlib province, Syria.

This is a small town located on the border between Türkiye and Syria, on the banks of the Ach River.

Moisture from the Mediterranean Sea is intercepted by the Alavé Mountains, also known as the Ansariya Mountains, forming rivers in the towering mountains. These rivers then carve out plains between the mountains.

That's how the town of Dacubas came to be.

This place is only 2 kilometers from the Turkish border, and there is a main road connecting the two sides. An adult can cross this 2-kilometer distance in just over ten minutes.

On the hill behind the town, Badri, wearing a straw hat, was watering the bushes under the scorching sun.

After finishing the two buckets of water, he turned and went back to the mosque standing on the hilltop.

Passing through the prayer hall ahead, the interior of the mosque is quite the opposite of its rustic exterior.

The facility is fully equipped with modern medical rooms and a monitoring room filled with surveillance screens.

He naturally walked up to the large array of surveillance screens and asked the person guarding them:
"Has any unfamiliar vehicle entered?"

“There were two unfamiliar vehicles, but they only ate one meal at a restaurant in town before heading directly north.”

"What brand of car do you drive? What's the driver like?"

“Toyota pickup trucks, two pretty old vehicles!” In the pause between the answers, the person in charge of the monitoring screen adjusted the image, bringing up a different monitoring perspective.

That was footage from the cameras they had set up at the southeast entrance of the town.

In the video, two cars with unfamiliar license plates are slowly moving along the road.

The camera accurately captured the owners of the two cars.

The two couples, who looked to be in their fifties or sixties, were dressed in a manner that suggested they were working-class people in the city.

It seems they're on a road trip.

Upon seeing that they were four elderly people in their fifties or sixties, a hint of disappointment flashed across Badri's face.

He turned away from the monitor screen and walked into another room.

The dozen or so people in the room were talking on the phone, speaking very quickly. You could vaguely make out words like "woman" and "child" in their speech.

Others are chatting online.

In the shadows of the eastern corner, there was a standalone computer. A bearded Arab man sat in front of it, his brows furrowed, staring intently at the screen.

Badri walked over and patted the Arab man on the shoulder:
"Talabad, how about it? Did we scare those damn guys?"

Talabad felt the weight on his shoulder as he sat in the chair. He turned around, his face contorted with grief, and looked at Badri, stammering, "..."

"us……"

"We seem to have overestimated these guys; their sense of responsibility isn't as high as we thought."

"Or rather, they are not afraid of death."

"The only one to react after we released that video was Israel, which announced that its defense budget would be adjusted to 1100 billion new shekels."

"After they made their move, other Arab countries immediately followed suit."

"Saudi Arabia went to Russia to hire soldiers."

"The UAE continues to flaunt their missiles."

"Qatar, Bahrain, and Kuwait are broadcasting America's military bases."

"Hezbollah in southern Lebanon is raising its arms in celebration."

"Syrian officials are shouting slogans about taking back the Golan Heights."

"Then……"

Talabad waved his hands, "It has nothing to do with us!"

"They didn't pay any attention to us at all!"

"After two days of observation, our people who were dispersed to other cities have finally confirmed that it wasn't that their intelligence was too secretive, but that no one was really watching us or caring about us!"

Ha ha--

He realized that no one was taking care of him.

No.

Badri must have laughed out of anger when he heard that those people didn't care about him at all.

Jihadists preach extreme jihad. Since it is jihad, there must be war, there must be charging into battle, and there must be people who die.

Only by achieving great victories can we attract more people to join us, and then snowball that success until all other heretics are wiped out, and this vast territory is completely under our control.

Therefore, after obtaining the dirty bomb, he immediately publicized it and announced to the world that he had 18 dirty bombs in his possession.

He will detonate a dirty bomb if these Middle Eastern countries do not meet his expectations.

But to my utter surprise, these guys completely defied expectations, refusing to follow my lead and refusing to cooperate with my publicity efforts.

This is the end of the world!
Where will I find such a good opportunity next time?

(End of this chapter)