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Chapter 418 There's an old saying: "Attack from afar, befriend those nearby!" (First update!)

After glaring fiercely at the group until they disappeared from sight, Badri turned to the person next to him and said, "Help me untie this rope!"

Beside him, several close subordinates lay on the ground, bound like maggots, bobbing twice on the carriage floor before laboriously raising their heads.

"That... can't be solved right now!"

Badri fell silent, and so did his subordinates.

Once the pain subsided slightly, the group began to devise ways to untie the ropes binding them.

However, they were terrorists, and the guys who sold them the weapons and equipment were more professional than them. The ropes were tied very tightly, and after struggling for a long time, they couldn't untie a single rope.

Just then, the sound of climbing onto the truck bed rang out, followed by three small heads peeking out from the truck bed.

Beneath the frizzy hair were three pairs of curious eyes.

Two girls and one boy.

She was about six or seven years old.

Although their faces and hands were somewhat dirty, the delicate skin exposed on their necks suggested that the three children were just mischievous and that their family was not that poor.

Upon seeing the three children, Badri's eyes lit up, and he immediately shouted in Arabic, "Help us! I've been robbed!"

"If you help me untie the ropes binding me, I can give you candy!"

The older girl tilted her head, looking at the bound people with a puzzled expression. Before she could speak, the little boy had already jumped into the carriage, bracing himself against the side of the carriage.

Seeing their younger brother like this, the two girls also climbed into the carriage.

Six active little hands are always more convenient than immobile ones. It took the little boy about 10 minutes to untie Badri's rope.

Having regained his freedom, Badri quickly stretched his hands and then untied the ropes binding the people next to him.

Turning around, he smiled at the three people who were full of expectation, and suddenly reached out and grabbed two of them, while the person next to him also suddenly reached out and grabbed the remaining one.

After subduing the man, Badri smiled and looked at the others: "Go drive. These two girls are worth at least $6000, and this boy, at least $5000!"

"Don't treat money like it's nothing!"

After the people were put into the vehicles, the convoy did not head towards Aleppo, but instead turned west at Azaz, following the western road almost along the Syrian-Turkish border, and returned to Daqubas.

Back in his old home, Badri felt alive again and regained that long-lost sense of security.

However, before he could even rest, he heard heartbreaking news.

Jepalan, who went to Latakia to make a deal with the Israelis, died.

The person they were dealing with this time was Albert, the same person they had tricked last time. When they met again and found that Albert was not there, Albert did not say a word and directly asked Jeparan to be shot.

Those who went with Jeparan before were also shot.

Only Jeparan remained outside; those who were there to provide backup were spared because they were cautious.

Upon hearing this news, Badri felt a sharp pain in his heart and coughed up blood.

Jeparan met him at America's military camp, where they were both prisoners of war by America's soldiers. They later escaped from the camp together and joined the ISI.

They were all promoted by the leader in the end, and have remained so until he became the leader.

It was because he trusted Jeparan that he sent him to trade with the Jews. But he never expected that those damned Jews would be so vengeful. Just because he tricked them, they killed Jeparan!
At that moment, Badri felt a surge of anger rise inexplicably from his heart. Then, he clenched his fists and let out a mournful roar, like a wolf king whose pack had been wiped out.

After his roar, he glared with bloodshot eyes, stepped out of the room, found Saldat who had come all the way from Baghdad, and asked through gritted teeth:
"What about the drones and explosives you mentioned?"

Seeing his crazed state, Saldat dared not say a word, quickly turned and went into the room, took out the white box and the iron bucket, and placed them in front of Badri:

"Chief, this white box contains a high-performance drone that appeared in Iraq."

"This iron barrel contains high-performance explosives."

"The small container next to it is the fuse."

"These are the things that caused chaos among the American soldiers in Iraq during this period."

"We finally found this batch of things in the hands of a guy named Abbas after making inquiries from many sources."

“Hakari wanted to keep these things for himself, but I knew the chief needed them more, so I brought them with me!”

After Saldat finished speaking, he quickly bent down, opened the box, opened the iron barrel, and exposed the drones and high-performance explosives inside.

After doing all this, he quickly stepped back and stared longingly at Badri from behind.

After staring at the pile of things in front of him for a while, Badri turned around and asked, "Where's the instruction manual?"

"no!"

"Does Hakkar have anything to say?"

“Chief, you ordered Hakkari to operate in the Baghdad area, but when Hakkari arrived in Baghdad with his men, he did not operate as you requested, but instead remained in a huddled position.”

Instead of answering the question directly, Saldat recounted Hakkari's journey from the Kurdish mountains to Baghdad.

As he explained, Badri's expression grew increasingly grim, and Saldat secretly rejoiced at this sight.

After leaving the Kurdish mountains and entering Baghdad, he discovered how wonderful the dazzling world of Baghdad was.

However, as the leader of the Baghdad battalion, Haqqari changed from his previous reckless behavior in northern Iraq to becoming cautious and timid.

At first, things were fine, since they had funds and could live off their savings. However, as time went on, their funds gradually dwindled, and their operations still failed to make any significant progress. They were no longer able to act with impunity in the cities like they had in northern Iraq.

Those living below Baghdad, having witnessed the allure of the world, grew increasingly dissatisfied with this situation. Driven by their desires, the so-called Allah and the scriptures held no sway over them.

As Hakkari's number one subordinate and his second-in-command, Saldat saw all of this.

But he chose to stand by and do nothing; he wanted to take Hakari's place!

If Badri provides him with support and some men, he can return to Baghdad and execute Hakkari in the name of the chieftain.

As for the rest, he has plenty of ways to pull them into his camp.

It took Saldat about 20 minutes to finish speaking.

Meanwhile, Badri, on the other side, let out a long sigh of relief after he finished speaking.

Immediately afterwards, the terrorist leader did not hesitate to lift his shirt, pull out the gun tucked in his belt, and fire a shot at the person in front of him.

One shot to the head.

Blood mixed with brain matter flew out from the back of Saldat's head, splattering all over the ground.

His wide eyes were filled with disbelief.

Badri fired a few more shots, emptying all the bullets from his Glock 17, before stopping. He tucked the gun back into his belt, and while examining the drone in front of him, he gave instructions to the person next to him:

"Send those consecutively numbered banknotes, along with Sardat's head, to Baghdad, to Hakkari." "Tell him he did a good job!"

Saltat did not come to Dakubas alone; he brought several men with him. After Saltat was executed, his men were dragged to Badri.

Upon seeing Saldaat's corpse, these people were so terrified they wet themselves.

Under the terrified gazes of these people, Badri pointed to the drones and high-performance explosives, saying, "Tell me how to use these things, or you're dead!"

Under the threat of death, the group split into two teams: one team was responsible for using drones, while the other team loaded fuses with octogens and simultaneously made bombs with high-performance explosives.

Finally, when assembled, it became a suicide drone. After assembling the thing, the group stepped aside and carefully explained:
"This type of explosive with special properties requires a special fuse to detonate."

"It's incredibly powerful! It's very dangerous, Chief, you'd better not try it!"

This question made Badri frown instinctively. He turned around and asked impatiently, "How big exactly!"

Seeing the leader's face grow increasingly cold, one of them recalled what he had heard during the transaction and opened his arms:

"That 400 kilograms could almost blow up the main building of the Presidential Palace!" The speaker, perhaps feeling the power wasn't enough, quickly added two more descriptive sentences:

"It's the kind of thing that's blown flat!"

One sentence, like a magnet, drew Badri's attention.

He stiffly turned his neck and looked at the iron bucket next to him.

While studying in Baghdad, he often mingled in marches supporting former President Saddam Hussein and wandered around the Green Zone.

I have also seen the Presidential Palace located in the Green Zone.

The presidential palace is shaped like the handle of a teacup, with the main building in the middle. It is a typical Arabic-style building, and buildings of this style have relatively thick walls.

It covers an area of ​​over 6000 square meters!

When America attacked Iraq, she did not choose to blow up the presidential palace because it would have required at least tens of tons of explosives to destroy the main building.

The two iron drums in front of us are very common in the Middle East, but cannot be produced there. They are used to hold lubricating oil or other fuels.

It can hold very little, almost exactly as Saltat said, 400 kilograms.

Even with the best-performing explosives, 400 kilograms would be a pipe dream to blow up the main building of the Iraqi presidential palace, which covers an area of ​​6000 square meters.

These idiots have been scammed!

He turned around, drew his pistol without hesitation, and was about to fire when he heard the terrified men shout, "This is the same explosive that was used to bomb Ramadi's America military camp!"

"The amount used is approximately four to five hundred kilograms!"

"And this thing can pass through security!"

Their words, spoken in desperation, successfully stopped Badri from attacking.

America experienced two bombings at the military camp in Ramadi. The first one, which was set up in tents, was destroyed, but only resulted in deaths and had little impact.

The second time, the Americans began laying foundations.

It is said that, according to those who have intelligence, a mushroom cloud was directly blown up from that place, and the small town of Ramadi was briefly brightened that day.

If the other side used this type of explosive, then...

Then I can bring out that long-dormant plan I had been working on!

Staring at the terrified men, Badri smiled slightly, raised his hand, and fired.

The Glock 17's magazine was empty. He calmly holstered the gun and said calmly:
"Find a few people and send their heads and money to Hakkari."

"Everyone else, come with me to the room. We're going to avenge Jeparan."

Back in his room, Badri pressed his hands against a map of Syria and instinctively called out "Jeparan." No one answered; the only response was the cautious breathing of those present.

After a long while, Badri sighed and pressed his right hand against the map:
"I bought equipment from the Turks, and they ripped me off!"

"Jepalan went to buy equipment from the Israelis and died. It was Albert from last time who killed him!"

We must retaliate!

"We must tell all Muslims that anyone who angers us, no matter who they are, will be punished by Allah!"

"Next!"

"It's time for our revenge!"

“Izra, I’m giving you 200 kilograms of special explosives, two fuses, and two dirty bombs. Take these to the port of Mersin in Türkiye and detonate them.”

"I want to tell everyone that we are not to be trifled with!"

"The rest of you, work together with Izra, you must complete this mission!"

"Go and prepare now! Demur, you stay here!"

After receiving the order, the others left one after another, leaving only a young man named Demur, Jeparan's younger brother. After Jeparan made a name for himself, he came from his hometown in Saudi Arabia to join his brother.

They haven't even begun to make their grand plans yet.

His brother died.

Badri walked around the long table to Demur's side and patted him hard on the shoulder:

“Demoor, you are Jepalan’s brother, you should avenge your brother. I’m giving you 200 kilograms of special explosives and five drones. Take these and go to America, to Virginia, and blow up Ronald Reagan Washington Airport next to the Pentagon!”

"I want them to know that we are not to be trifled with!"

Hearing this instruction, Demur felt somewhat confused, gesturing with his hands for a while before finally finding his voice:

"The Israelites killed my brother, so if I were to seek revenge, it should be against the Israelites."

“We’ll get a speedboat in Samanda, Türkiye, and set off along the coastline. It’ll be no more than 400 kilometers to Israel.”

"If we act quickly, it will only take one night."

"Besides, there are many large cities along the Israeli coast. If you drop these bombs in a large city, you can easily avenge your brother anywhere. Why go and bomb America?"

Hearing his question, Badri gently shook his head: "You are wrong. There is a saying that goes, 'Attack from afar and befriend those nearby. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.' This is knowledge that our ancestors learned from the East!"

"Taking Türkiye will deter others!"

"Hitting America will intimidate the others even more!"

"By befriending Israel, we can get things!"

(End of this chapter)