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Chapter 419 The Mersin Explosion! (!)
Badri's words made Mudel lower his head thoughtfully.

Before being ruled by the Ottomans, the Arab Empire, which had changed hands several times, ruled a large area of ​​the Middle East.

Driven by profit, Arab merchants also traveled thousands of miles to the East, where they learned some proverbs, which they then spread and popularized on their return journey.

Saudi Arabia, in particular, recorded these proverbs to the greatest extent possible.

Among these proverbs, the most frequently addressed are those concerning Iran, or rather, Persia, the predecessor of Iran.

For example, if you see your neighbor's house on fire, prepare water first.

For example, if you encounter a Persian and a poisonous snake in the desert, kill the Persian first.

One of these proverbs is very similar to what Badri said: "A nearby enemy is better than a distant ally."

If we analyze this proverb, then Badri's words are indeed very useful.

Currently, they are in a de facto hostile relationship with Türkiye, Syria, Iraq, and even their home country, Saudi Arabia.

While Israel, which is nearby, is indeed a potential ally in many respects, it is only a possibility, because Israelis would never consider these people to be worthy of respect.

Therefore, a deterrent is needed!
Why was Osama bin Laden able to become the leader of al-Qaeda?
Isn't it because of the Twin Towers and 9/11?
The Twin Towers are in New York, hundreds of kilometers from the American capital, while Ronald Reagan Washington Airport in Virginia is just a stone's throw from Washington, D.C.

Right in front of the Pentagon!

Blow up this place, and they'll surpass Bin Laden in no time!

Having figured out all the twists and turns, Mudel raised his right hand and pounded his left chest hard, saying to Badri, "Don't worry, Chief, I will definitely blow up this airport!"

“Good!” Badri patted Mudel on the shoulder, then turned to help Izra develop a battle plan.

It took a whole night to develop the battle plan.

Early the next morning, Izra, along with several key personnel, crossed the Turkish-Syrian border from the west of Dakubas and headed towards Samanda, the nearest Turkish coastal city to them.

As for those dirty bombs, they had already been switched by Badri during several transfers and hidden in Antakya, a city northeast of Samantha.

With just one phone call, those trucks parked in the warehouse will appear in Samantha, carrying dirty bombs.

Dakubas is only 40 kilometers away from Samanda as the crow flies. Izra and several core members drove along the small roads and arrived in Samanda in less than two hours.

Two dirty bombs also arrived with them.

Samantha is not a big city, nor does it have a port. The only dock is a tourist attraction.

It can only dock small cargo ships.

Upon arriving in Samanda, Izra made full use of his financial power, easily chartering a 500-ton cargo ship with the help of US dollars.

After the cargo ship was chartered, he didn't rush to load the cargo. Instead, he waited until nightfall before the two trucks appeared on the dock.

With the help of a small crane, the two wooden crates containing the dirty bombs were lifted onto the cargo ship.

The shipowner watched the whole process from the side. Every time he saw two trucks carrying two small wooden crates, his heart was in his throat. In this world, some metals are very heavy.

On land, it might not seem like much, but at sea, the concentrated weight could potentially damage the ship's keel.

However, when the crane lowered the wooden crate, he was relieved to find that the ship did not sink violently as he had imagined.

After the two trucks left, he leaned towards Izra with a beaming smile:
"Sir, your goods haven't been very lucky. I think you'll have to pay more for them!"

"Otherwise, the Cypriot police will be a tough nut to crack!"

Faced with the ship owner's threats, Izra coldly spat out the words through gritted teeth:
"We already agreed on that!"

Seeing him grit his teeth, the boat owner became quite casual. He stood on the deck, stretching his body, and said nonchalantly, "You didn't say it was this kind of thing just now!"

"I thought it was food, clothes, or something else."

"The contents of this box look rather strange."

"I think……"

The boat owner didn't continue speaking because Izra had already taken out a wad of US dollars from his pocket and placed it in front of him.

The fresh dollar bills, in denominations of 100, still exude the scent of ink.

The boat owner snatched the banknotes, gently poked them with his right index finger and thumb, and held them up to his eyes to confirm they were all genuine before bringing them to his nose.

The smell of ink!
The next second, he stuffed the banknotes into his pocket and walked towards the cabin.

"Don't worry, boss, once I take your money, I guarantee I'll get you to Cyprus!"

"I can also find someone to help you get through customs and then transfer you to the EU!"

"One-stop service, safety guaranteed!"

After boasting a bit, the boat owner honked the horn to signal Izra's men to board.

A few minutes later, the cargo ship's engines started, and it slowly sailed away from the Samanda port, heading towards Cyprus.

The Mediterranean Sea was far from calm in the darkness; besides their ship, there were other ships as well.

Once the lights of Samantha disappeared from sight, Izra went into the cabin, pulled out his gun, pointed it at the boat owner's forehead, and without saying a word, pulled the trigger.

Shot in the head, the captain died with his eyes wide open and his face full of terror. But as he fell, his right hand swept across the control panel and snapped the communicator wire.

The sound of the waves drowned out the gunshots. Two subordinates went into the cabin, dragged the ship owner's body out of the cabin, and threw it into the sea.

Izra looked at the control panel for a while, located his position on the satellite navigation screen, placed both hands on the helm, adjusted the ship's direction, and headed towards Mersin.

Mersin is an important port city on the Mediterranean coast in southern Türkiye, the capital of Mersin Province, and the third largest port in Türkiye.

In addition to handling international trade and logistics activities, the port is also a military port for Turkey.

The straight-line distance to Samantha is only 140 kilometers.

After changing course at sea, it took three and a half hours for the ship carrying Izra and the others to appear outside the port of Mersin.

Looking at the brightly lit port in the distance, Izra regretted it deeply, regretting that he had killed the captain without saying a word.

Because the port area in front of him was so large, he didn't know where to dock his ship.

At least his small boat couldn't possibly reach the port of the larger ships.

I can't get in either.

Moreover, he came to cause destruction, not to die.

He had to get back safely after the port was bombed.

We need to find a suitable route to evacuate immediately after the explosion.

They anchored the ship in the open sea, pretending it had a power problem. Less than half an hour later, a port patrol boat appeared before them. A searchlight shone on them, and the people on the patrol boat cautiously asked:
"Has the ship broken anchor?"

They were speaking Turkish, so Izra quickly asked someone nearby who spoke Turkish to take over, and he gave them instructions in a low voice.

The subordinate who spoke Turkish came out of the cabin with a wrench, smiled at the patrol boat, and bowed obsequiously, saying:
"I'm not really sure either, I just lost motivation while running."

"They're doing repairs in the dark!"

Inside the cabin, after instructing his subordinates, Izra quietly drew his pistol, loaded it, and stood guard at the cabin door, ready to kill any patrol boatmen who dared to enter.

On the patrol boat, the port patrolmen in their work clothes looked at each other upon hearing this, their faces showing confusion. Then someone shouted to the boat, "Shut down all the power on the boat, and we'll tow you back with ropes."

"Tow it to the port, and you can find someone to repair it yourselves."

As soon as they shouted, the others grabbed a cable and tossed it onto the boat.

Izra's subordinate who had shouted the order quickly stepped forward, put the cable onto the anchor post, secured it, and gave the other party an "OK" sign.

The patrol boat is relatively small, but it is very powerful and can easily tow a small 500-ton boat.

And so, the two ships, one after the other, slowly made their way toward the port.

The subordinate who spoke Turkish cheered a few times on the deck before turning back to his cabin.

Inside the cabin, Izra looked at the ship ahead, a cold smile playing on his lips.

If these Turks knew that the ship they had rescued by chance at sea was a Trojan horse, which would bring catastrophic disaster to the city, they might regret it.

Thinking this, the two ships gradually approached the port. As they drew nearer, the subordinate who had spoken to the Turk earlier leaned out:

"Chief, something's wrong!"

The call jolted Izra awake from his reverie, and he turned to look at his subordinate:
"What's wrong?"

“We’re a small boat, but they’re towing our boat toward the containers. That’s not right!”

After being reminded, Izra realized something was wrong and quickly ran out of the cabin.

As he approached the shore, he could see their current situation clearly in the light from the water.

To their left was the port's container terminal, I don't know which pier it was, but the pier extended into the sea, blocking their way to the left.

To the right is the breakwater of this port.

It was a concrete wall several meters wide and far above the sea level.

Ahead was another dock, with only a few points of light flickering on it, making it impossible to see what was on it.

Behind them, two more patrol boats appeared out of nowhere, following at a distance that was neither too close nor too far. They were positioned in the dim light, and with the sound of waves crashing against the breakwater, it was impossible to tell that there were two patrol boats following them unless one was paying close attention.

In this situation, even a fool would notice something was wrong.

Izra only thought for two seconds before he knew he was doomed.

Without a second's hesitation, he pulled his Turkish-speaking subordinate onto the deck and had him chat with the people ahead. He then called another person to the cabin to prepare to restart the ship.

He himself led the rest of the men to the warehouse to install detonators on the two dirty bombs.

Because the fuse had been prepared in advance, his installation was quick; the bomb was installed in just a few minutes.

He took the remote control and went back to the cabin, loaded his pistol, and quietly lay down in the cabin, waiting for the approaching storm.

On the patrol boat ahead, someone was observing them. Seeing them rush out and then rush back to the cabin and cargo hold, the observer immediately informed the person navigating the boat.

The person steering the boat picked up the communicator and calmly pressed the call button:
"Patrol boat S073 calling the third patrol team, please be aware of the small boats behind the patrol boat!"

"They are that suspicious ship!"

"Repeat, they are that suspicious ship!"

As the patrol boat called out, lights suddenly illuminated the dock, followed by two searchlights shining from the dock onto the ship where Izra and the others were.

In an instant, dawn broke over the dock.

On the ship, Azra felt as if he had gone blind.

He shielded his eyes from the light, forcing himself to adjust to the brightness. After blinking several times, he could see clearly what was shining the light through the edges of the glare.

searchlight!
Searchlights mounted on a warship!
Only then did he recall the news he had overheard earlier: the Turkish navy was stationed in Mersin.

The next second, a shout came from the dock ahead:

"Put down your weapons and surrender immediately!"

"Don't even think about putting up a last-ditch resistance!"

The cold voice did not frighten Izra. He calmly raised his hand, pointed at the warship, and then looked at the person controlling the helm beside him:
"See that warship? Ram it!"

Upon hearing his words, the person in charge of steering the ship pushed the throttle lever down forcefully, gripped the rudder with both hands, and charged straight toward the warship ahead.

On the warship, the men of the third patrol saw that the small boat dared to rush towards them. They lowered the height of their 127mm American-made mk.45 Mod2 naval gun slightly and fired a shot at the oncoming vessel.

With a loud bang, the cannon ejected its shell, and the brass shells slammed onto the deck with a clang. The crew member who fired the cannon smiled, a smile that conveyed extreme contempt and disdain for someone.

However, before their laughter subsided, the small boat that had been hit by the ship's guns exploded.

However, the noise from the explosion was a little off!

Under the watchful eyes of these members of the Navy's Third Patrol Squadron, the small boat more than 100 meters away suddenly exploded into a white flash in the silent night.

The explosion created a bright light that even formed a small mushroom cloud on the sea surface.

The debris from the explosion was also carried by the terrifying shockwave, spanning more than 100 meters, and crashed into the ship, causing it to rattle and crash.

In that instant, the soldiers on the warship knew that things were in grave danger!

Because they knew very well how powerful the 127mm naval guns were, they couldn't produce such an effect.

There's something on this ship, and it's an explosive device.

Now, they have detonated this unidentified explosive device.

Damn!

The soldiers who had been watching the show on the deck hurriedly ran back to their cabins to collect their weapons from the armory, preparing for what might happen next.

But as they ran, several soldiers suddenly collapsed to the ground.

People nearby tried to help them, but as they bent over, blood started flowing from their noses first.

(End of this chapter)