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Chapter 413 Investigating the Traitor! (Second Update!)

The phone was abruptly hung up, leaving only the beeping sound echoing in the office.

This is entrusting an orphan to someone!
Is it that serious?

After asking himself this question, Lin Yi quickly answered it.

Although Sade divided his power into several parts and handed them over to his sons, which can be considered as having multiple burrows in a sense, they still did many things personally.

There are advantages and disadvantages to doing this.

The advantage is that doing things personally can save some unnecessary trouble, and it also allows for better control of force.

The downside is that if there really is a high-ranking mole, this mole only needs to gather everyone together in one operation to wipe them out.

Upon considering this possibility, Lin Yi immediately thought of a guy who often did this kind of thing—an Israeli.

In their past lives, those Israelis used the same tactic against Hezbollah in Lebanon.

With just a few simple methods, they gathered the top leaders of Hezbollah together, and then destroyed them with a single missile.

Thinking of this, Lin Yi decisively held his phone up to his eyes, wanting to contact someone, but he didn't know who to contact.

Because he only knew a few people in the Middle East, and only two of them were relatively easy to talk to.

Rashid.

Salle.

Rashid's position can be considered lawful neutrality; whether the Sadr Movement exists or not has little impact on them.

As for Saler, he's a chaotic neutral. If the Sadr Movement affects him, he'll sell it out without hesitation; if it benefits him, he'll secretly support it.

I really don't know who to contact!

After hesitating for a few minutes, Lin Yi decided to call Sall directly, since the Saudis had a reputation for being willing to sell people.

The call started successfully and rang again and again. On the fifth attempt, the call was finally answered.

The cries of seagulls, mingled with the sound of waves and a woman's voice, came from the other end of the phone. Amidst these sounds, Salle's cheerful voice rang out:

"Old Lin, is something the matter?"

"Is it convenient for you to take a call?" Lin Yi asked in a serious tone. After saying this, he shut his mouth and said nothing more.

The serious tone alerted Salle on the other side that something was wrong. After a brief silence, the sound of footsteps on sand came from the other side. The sound was very soft and lasted for two or three minutes.

Once the sound of footsteps on the sand completely disappeared, Saller's serious voice rang out:

"Is there something wrong?"

Lin Yi did not hide anything and relayed the information that Little Sader had told Saler. After hearing the news, the person on the other end could only breathe heavily.

Four or five minutes later, Saleh's voice came through the receiver again:

"Don't doubt me, I can tell you definitively that it couldn't have been us who leaked the information!"

"There are only 10 people in the entire Saudi Arabia who know this news!"

"Of these 10 people, I am one, my brother is one, my cousin is one, and the remaining 7 people, 4 of whom are members of the royal family, and the remaining 3 are loyal tribes who follow the royal family!"

“Their interests are closely tied to ours. If anyone else were to overthrow my brother’s rule, they would be the first to be killed. They would never betray the monarchy!”

"You don't need to doubt the UAE. The people in the UAE know exactly what they're doing, and they're not like us!"

"Therefore, your investigation should still focus on the Sadr Movement."

"By the way, can your satellite navigation system be applied to the equipment sold by your country?"

"If possible, we'd like to modify our equipment!"

Saller was showing weakness and changing the subject at the same time. Lin Yi tapped his fingers lightly on the table, weighing the pros and cons.

After a while, his voice finally came through the microphone to the other end:
"I will verify this with Rashid!"

"However, you need to give me a list; I need to investigate through my own channels."

"As for weapon modification, you'll have to ask the groups that sold you the equipment. I can provide the parts, but whether they're willing to modify it is their business."

"I'm hanging up now!"

Not long after the call ended, Lin Yi received a text message on his phone. The message was full of names. Apart from a few people, such as Saller, whose names were somewhat unusual, the names of the others were the kind that would kill a whole bunch of people if thrown into the Middle East.

Just like Zhang Wei.

After waiting for about half an hour, estimating that Sall and Rashid had spoken on the phone, Lin Yi finally found Rashid's contact information and dialed it.

Before he could even speak, Rashid asked:

"Was Mr. Lin's phone call about the mole?"

This question was within Lin Yi's expectations, so he wasn't surprised. He slowly exhaled and softly hummed in agreement, "Yes!"

"I need to find out where the information was leaked!"

"I really dislike this situation where the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light!"

After that sentence, Lin Yi clearly heard a breath coming from the receiver, followed by Rashid's explanation: "Our intelligence and security personnel are investigating!"

"The results should be available in about 12 hours!"

"If Mr. Lin believes me, I will give him the answer in 12 hours."

"But I can tell you definitively that we did not leak the information..."

Noticing that Rashid was becoming increasingly talkative, Lin Yi quickly intervened, saying, "I believe in you!"

"The reason I'm calling you this time is actually to remind you!"

"I'm hanging up now!"

After hurriedly hanging up the phone, Lin Yi found Little Sader's contact information and dialed the number. The phone rang, and a gentle female voice came through:

The number you dialed is currently switched off!

…………

Saudi Arabia.

After obtaining the movement records of the other seven individuals from his subordinates, Saleh immediately found Said and handed over the information:
"With this evidence, we can basically be ruled out as suspects!"

Saeed took the paper containing the information about the movement trajectory, and without even looking at it, he casually took out a lighter from the drawer next to him, separated the paper, and lit it.

Sall and Musa, who were standing nearby, tried to speak, but he stopped them by raising his hand.

Only after the paper had completely burned away, and he had crushed the ashes into dust, confirming that it was impossible to piece together any information, did the Saudi king turn to look at his two brothers:

"Remember, there has been no information leak!"

"These people didn't do anything!"

"Do you understand?" "I understand!" Saller replied calmly. He could guess what his older brother was thinking.

It's simply because they're afraid people will see these tracks and, based on the timing of these tracks, associate them with the explosion at Eilat.

He could understand, but this evidence was collected to prove that they hadn't leaked secrets. Now that the evidence was gone, there was no way to prove that they hadn't leaked secrets.

Noticing the change in Saler's expression, Said pressed down on his brother's shoulder and reminded him:

"Remember, there are no truly 100% overlapping interests between countries!"

"There is no such interest between natural persons and natural persons."

"Lin Yi contacted us in an attempt to extract information from us and uncover any potential mole within our ranks."

"He did this to avoid exposing himself."

“We need to give him an answer, but we also can’t expose ourselves. Our interests are always with Saudi Arabia.”

"Understand?"

Saller nodded as if he understood, crossed his arms, and sat down on the sofa.

Musa, who had witnessed the whole thing, asked Said after he sat down:
"So, do we need to mobilize our resources to figure this out now?"

"Yes!" Said answered decisively. He glanced at his two brothers, walked to the window, and looked out at the scenery:

"We all know how dangerous that thing is."

"And those people, besides buying that kind of stuff, also want to buy drones."

"Then their purpose is self-evident!"

“We need to be wary of them, so Musa, mobilize our resources and find out their true identities.”

"Once we find out the other party's true identity, we can also find the mole as soon as possible. If others find out that we are supporting the Sadr Movement behind the scenes, those old guys in Hejaz will definitely jump out and cause trouble!"

Thinking of those annoying old guys, a cold glint flashed in Musa's eyes. He then gave the two people present a reassuring look, got up, and left the room.

After he left, Sayyid returned from the window to the sofa, sat down, and calmly said to Saler:

"My intuition tells me that something big is going to happen in the coming period of time."

"I need you to make a safe trip to a neighboring country."

If Saler had heard his older brother say such things before receiving Lin Yi's call, he would have scoffed at it.

But now, Lin Yi's phone call indicates that someone is secretly plotting something, and something big at that.

Given this premise, it means that the intelligence received during this period regarding the calm situation in the Middle East is problematic.

I really should go out and visit some neighboring countries at this time, so that at least we can keep each other informed.

"I'll go prepare now!" Nodding, Saleh got up and left the room, leaving Said alone inside.

After sitting in the room for a while, Sayyid got up and walked towards the living room.

Back in the living room, he took a picture frame from the bookshelf by the wall; inside was a family photo.

It is a family portrait of Saeed, his two sons, and the princess.

He tapped the photo of his son, which was noticeably larger, with his right index finger and let out a long sigh.

After sighing, he put the photo frame back on the bookshelf, replacing it with the medicine placed next to it.

He poured a few pills from the bottle and swallowed them whole, stuffing them directly into his mouth.

…………

Kyle.

This is a small town located about 180 kilometers northeast of Baghdad. A river from the northern mountains meanders through the east side of this town after a long journey.

The water brought by the river nourished the valleys along its course and also shaped the small town of Célest.

In a village southeast of the small town, in a very inconspicuous house, Hazari held a scalpel and looked with a smile at the bearded man tied to a solid wooden table in front of him.

After staring at the other person for a while, until the other person felt a chill run down their spine, he casually tore off his headscarf, wrapped it into a ball, and stuffed it directly into the other person's mouth.

Then, under the other person's terrified gaze, gently place the scalpel against their cheek.

The icy touch filled the bearded man with fear, and then a splashing sound rang out—he had urinated.

The sound of rushing water and the faint smell of urine made Hazari very unhappy.

He snorted irritably, put away the scalpel, turned around and walked to the side, grabbed a ladle from the bucket, scooped out half a ladle of water, picked up the soap from the windowsill, and returned to the bearded man.

The soap rolled twice in the water ladle, becoming covered in water droplets, before Hazari placed it on the bearded man's face.

And so, Hazari calmly rolled soap all over his bearded face, sprinkling a little water on dry spots.

In just two or three minutes, the bearded man's beard disappeared, leaving only a face full of white bubbles.

Once his beard was covered in soap suds, Hazari picked up the scalpel again and carefully shaved his face with the sharp blade.

The sharp scalpel grazed the cheek without breaking the skin, simply shaving off the man's large beard.

For a moment, the only sound in the quiet room was the sound of a blade cutting through stubble, snipping, snipping, very softly.

After shaving, Hazari put down the scalpel and thoughtfully brought half a ladle of water to rinse away the stubble and foam from the man's face, revealing a handsome face.

After staring at the face for a while, confirming that he hadn't seen this person before, he gave the other person a thumbs up, making no attempt to hide his praise:
"So handsome! He's sure to charm a lot of girls!"

The heartfelt praise did not ease the man's tension, because Hazari picked up the scalpel again, and the cold scalpel was once again pressed against the man's left cheek, against the softest skin just below his ear.

Hazari let the other person feel the coolness of the scalpel, then held the scalpel upright and gently pressed the back of the blade with his right fingers. The sharp scalpel was pressed into the skin by this slight force.

The force was very light, so the scalpel was only pressed against the skin and did not completely cut through the dermis.

After feeling the depth of the cut made by the scalpel, Hazari smiled slightly and gently swung the scalpel from side to side while pulling it back and forth.

The dermis contains a large number of nerve endings. Touching, stirring, and scraping these nerve endings with a sharp scalpel can cause extra pain to a man with a beard who doesn't have one.

He remained clenched in his teeth, refusing to utter a single word.

Hazari scraped the soft spot for a while, and seeing that the man didn't speak, he simply moved the scalpel to the man's forehead.

He made two cuts to create a cross, and then, to the horrified look of the bearded man, he picked up a mercury thermometer, gently broke it, and dripped the mercury from the thermometer onto the wound.

After breaking the first thermometer, Hazari picked up three more thermometers and, following the previous procedure, broke them and dripped the mercury into the bearded man's wound.

The mercury was very heavy, causing the nerve endings in the dermis to scream in agony.

At the same time, under the influence of this weight, the dermis and epidermis of the bearded man began to peel off.

A sharp pain swept through his body in an instant, and the bearded man let out a scream:
"It's a guy named Larry!"

(End of this chapter)