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Chapter 316 I need an opportunity to make a name for myself! (First update!)

The thought of such a great opportunity being wasted by those bastards is unbearable.

But in this opportunity, I gained nothing.

Badri felt like an ant on a hot pan, frantically trying to find a solution, but there was nothing he could do.

After several joint attacks by neighboring countries, ISI's influence has been greatly diminished, and it now urgently needs to recruit more people, especially capable young people.

Only when they get involved, and only when there are enough people organized, will ISI have a chance.

If no one continues to join ISI, then by the end of the year at the latest, ISI will be defunct.

As for forcibly kidnapping people, Badri never had such an idea. Everyone was crazy, and only like-minded crazy people could get together.

If you have two crazy people around you who disagree with you, that's your disaster, that's your calamity.

Having thoroughly considered his current situation, Badri slowly closed his eyes and began to think of a solution.

Upon further reflection, he realized that he didn't have enough money.

We still need to make money.

But money doesn't grow on trees; you have to earn it, or steal it, or beg for it.

Without fame, you can't make money, you can't steal money, and you can't get money.

After going through all of this, Badri realized that he desperately needed an opportunity to make a name for himself.

Spread the name Badri far and wide, tell the world that he is a practitioner of Jihad, and that he will use guns, knives, blood and fire to cleanse the world!
Having figured this out, Badri turned and walked out of the mosque.

Stepping out of the mosque and standing atop the small hill, I gazed down at the small town below, paused for a moment, and then looked towards a more distant view.

Since they are terrorists, their chance to make a name for themselves is naturally to carry out terrorist attacks.

If you want to become famous, you can't just do small things; you have to do big things and make the whole world know.

While letting the world know what fear is, we also need to let radical young people know that there is someone in this world waiting for them!
We must take a long-term view!
With his gaze returning from the distant Turkish border, Badri went back to the mosque, but this time he didn't go into the rooms he had just been in; instead, he went into another room.

Compared to the other rooms, this room is filled with books.

In the corner of the room, by the window, Jeparan was holding a book, leaning against the window and reading softly.

Hearing footsteps, Jeparan looked up, about to ask a question, but Badri spoke first:

"I'm going to create an unprecedented attack that the whole world will know about, fear, and even admire!"

Badri became more and more agitated as he spoke, while Jeparan, on the other side, fell into deep thought after hearing Badri's request.

A once-in-a-lifetime event that will be known and feared by the whole world, and will also be admired by young people.

These are four requirements, and they increase in difficulty exponentially.

That's unique means that ordinary attack methods can't be used, at least not conventional ones.

To make the whole world aware of the attack, you need to choose a location with high foot traffic and ensure that the country where the attack takes place is unable to cover up the news afterward.

As for being afraid, that's even harder.

Because the world is so big, even a distance of 100 kilometers can cause changes in accents and languages.

Others who see the news will only say "That's really dangerous," which doesn't really mean they're scared.

This attack needs to instill fear in anyone who sees this message, no matter where they are or what country they are in.

As for ultimately gaining the admiration of young people.

Jeparan knew very well who those young people Badri was referring to.

These young people naturally refer to Arabs who adhere to jihadism and are willing to use violence and force to resolve problems, or even people from other ethnic groups.

Gaining the admiration of these people is both simple and difficult.

It's simple: these people only need others to be better than them and to do what they believe they should do, and they will worship and follow them.

It's difficult because these people aren't inherently loyal.

If someone is turned against them, they might just grab a knife and start slashing.

This is going to be fatal!

At this moment, Jeparan began to put his brilliant mind to work:
"To meet your requirements, this attack must be something that truly stands out."

"If it were a truck bomb attack like in the past, it certainly wouldn't have given people a sense of surprise."

"If we want to make a splash, we either need to recreate the classics, like America's 911."

“After that, America issued a warrant for bin Laden’s arrest, and bin Laden used this fame to rapidly expand his power.”

"If we replicate it again, and successfully replicate it in America, it will definitely be a sight to behold, and it might even surpass Bin Laden."

"After all, the security environment is much stricter now than before."

After listening, Badri frowned and shook his head: "Not really."

“If we were to replicate 9/11, it would only increase Bin Laden’s fame, and we cannot do that.”

"However, what you said has reminded me of something."

"We cannot replicate attacks in the real world."

"But we can replicate the attack from the game!"

"A game?" Badri's incomprehensible answer left Jeparan speechless.

The Quran contains verses that explicitly require believers not to indulge in addictive substances.

In ancient times, there weren't many things that could be addictive; the main ones were wine and women.

Nowadays, there are more things that can be addictive.

Tobacco, alcohol, sex, and drugs.

As fundamentalists, the Jihadists even categorize video games as addictive.

Under this premise, imitating things from video games is a bit...

That's a bit unreasonable.

Badri didn't see the expression on Jeparan's face at all; he was completely absorbed in his own imagination, gesturing wildly as he spoke:

“There is such a chapter in Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2, which was released by America last year.”

"The CIA sent an undercover agent to join a terrorist organization led by a man named Makarov."

"This organization carried out a terrorist attack in Moscow, Russia."

"During the final evacuation, Makarov shot and killed the lurking American soldier."

"At the same time, America's soldier dog tags were left behind, thus igniting a war."

"Call of Duty has a large global distribution volume, and in addition to the officially purchased version, there are many pirated copies."

“By imitating the actions described in this chapter, we can definitely attract a lot of attention.”

“Especially young people these days, even those extremist young people play video games.”

"What do you think they'll do if they see us imitating the behavior from the game?"

Jepalan closed the scripture, put it back on the shelf, and leaned against it with his arms crossed: "They'll think it's cool!"

"Those who have the desire to steal but lack the courage will imitate it."

"Those who have both the desire and the courage will either act directly or join us." "This plan is excellent!"

"So, shall we attack Moscow's airport, just like in the game?"

Jeparan's question made Badri shake his head repeatedly: "That won't do!"

"We cannot go after Russia, at least not at this critical juncture. We cannot stand on the opposite side of Russia."

“We haven’t developed yet, and if we provoke Russia, they will launch a frenzied attack.”

We cannot make more enemies!

"So I decided to move the attack to America."

"Just imagine, the game released by America Company to promote the image of America was imitated by us terrorists to attack America's airport."

"Just thinking about it is exciting!"

With America as the target of the attack, Jeparan instinctively closed his eyes and began to think about the weaknesses in America's defenses.

We started thinking about which airports could be attacked.

After thinking it over and over, he still couldn't come up with a suitable place.

In the game, those people attacked Moscow International Airport, and Moscow is the capital of Russia.

America's capital is Washington, D.C., which also has an international airport, though that airport is located in Virginia.

It is less than 26 kilometers away from America's CIA headquarters as the crow flies.

If you drive recklessly, it's only a ten-minute drive.

In such a place, security is quite tight, making it difficult to take action.

After a brief silence, he finally voiced what he had in mind:
"Let's attack America's Dulles International Airport in Virginia!"

He had barely finished speaking when Badri across from him shook his head.
"No, Dulles International Airport mainly handles international flights, and security there is quite strict."

"Let's build another airport!"

Badri's words made Jeparan's eyes widen instantly. He gasped and then tentatively asked:

"Ronald Reagan Washington Airport?"

No sooner had he asked than Badri across from him nodded emphatically: "Yes!"

"No airport is more suitable for an attack than this one."

"This airport is located between Virginia and Washington."

"It is no more than 2 kilometers away from the Pentagon as the crow flies, and there are also American troops stationed nearby."

"Moreover, this airport controls domestic flights, and the few international flights it handles are to Canada."

"Security at this airport is not as tight as at Dulles International Airport."

"No one would have imagined that someone would be so audacious as to venture into the heart of America and attack such an airport."

This is what they call "the darkest place is under the lamp"!

"what do you think?"

Jeparan wanted to say something negative, but he swallowed the words back.

For no other reason than excitement.

If an attack could be launched at this airport and cause enough casualties, it would be like slapping the American people hard across the face, reminding them of the memories they had bury their heads in the sand like ostriches.

They will remember 9/11, they will be afraid!
Extremist Muslims who adhere to the Jihadist sect, upon seeing this news, will undoubtedly consider the organization that planned this attack as their own.

They will join!
As long as more people join, ISI will surely grow stronger and eventually take over this vast territory in the Middle East.

Taking a deep breath, Jepalan nodded vigorously:
"Let me prepare. I'll try to get two sets of blueprints first, and then I'll train accordingly."

"Once the weapons and equipment are arranged, we can carry out this great plan!"

Faced with Jeparan's offer, Badri shook his head slightly, directly rejecting his suggestion: "You can't go!"

“You have more important tasks, and you’re not good at fighting.”

"You'll be in charge of collecting the relevant blueprints."

"But I will arrange for someone else to do the rest of the work."

"Your next task is to go to Europe and make contact with those old and established families there."

“Tell them that we have young and beautiful women, as well as fresh and delicious babies for sale.”

"Of course, we also have a lot of oil and mineral smuggling."

“If they are willing to take over these businesses, then we can cooperate well.”

"If you don't want to."

"Go contact other people!"

Jeparan knew that making money was equally important to the organization, and when faced with Badri's arrangement, he nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll do a good job."

"These matters should be handled sooner rather than later. I'll pack my bags now and leave later."

After leaving a few words, Jeparan was about to depart when Badri called him back: "Be careful when you're active in Europe. Also, be wary of those overly friendly people who claim to have weapons."

"Don't end up like those Kurdish people. Not only did their leader die, but they were also swindled out of their underwear."

Upon hearing this, Jeparan reached up and touched his nose, giving an awkward laugh.

The news that the Kurdish camp had been deceived spread throughout the entire terrorist camp on the third day after the incident.

Everyone was laughing at them, but while they were laughing, those in charge of the money were quietly tightening their purses. Anyone who dared to covet their money would be killed without mercy.

As the saying goes, it's better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.

He patted his chest and said softly:
"Don't worry, I'll take care of this."

After patting his chest, he turned and walked out of the room to prepare his luggage.

In the room, Badri, who remained, picked up a scripture, sat down in the spot where Jeparan had just been sitting, and began to read it softly.

After reading a few sentences, he smiled, closed the book, stood up, and looked out the window: "These are all outdated relics. I don't know who would believe in this stuff."

Just as he was engrossed in looking out the window, there was a knock on the door.

Then, a voice came from outside: "Chief, we've received a message from the person who sold us the equipment a couple of days ago, from the spies we left outside."

"Publicly available information."

"The message said that the Americans recently bought a batch of new equipment, supposedly specifically designed to deal with us."

"That guy warned us to be careful."

Badri turned around at the sound of the voice, his eyes filled with unwavering confusion.

He'd seen plenty of America's so-called new equipment over the years.

But he had never seen any truly effective equipment.

With a gentle wave of his right hand, he calmly replied, "Ignore them, they're all trash!"

For some reason, Badri felt a chill down his spine as soon as he finished cursing.

(End of this chapter)