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Chapter 425 Bomb the Airport? No! Bomb the Pentagon! (Second Update!)
Demur did not want to pay money because he and his companions did not intend to die for their country. They wanted to find a way to safely evacuate and return to Syria after launching the terrorist attack.

Therefore, in order to ensure their safe return, they brought some cash with them.

You can bring any amount of US dollars into the United States, but amounts exceeding $1 must be declared, and amounts exceeding $5 require proof of the source of funds.

The four of them were stuck at the $50,000 mark, and they had less than $200,000 in total.

At the airport, their goods were seized, and they spent $5 to "grease the wheels."

They spent several thousand dollars renting a car, and so far, they have a little over $14 left.

If they give this guy another $80,000 now, they'll only have $60,000 left in total. It will be a little difficult for the four of them to escape unscathed and return to Syria with only $60,000.

The two people in the back seat also looked at Adams angrily. Realizing that the three people did not want to give him money, Adams smiled at Mahad and moved back to the left rear of Mahad's car.

After retreating about three meters, Adams pressed his right hand against the holster on his waist, making a gesture as if he could draw his gun at any moment.

From this position, if someone inside the car wants to launch a sneak attack, he can immediately hide behind the vehicle and use it as cover.

Seeing this guy's attitude, Mahad knew that the other party was warning him.

He turned around, glared fiercely at Mudel and the others, took out a small leather bag from the compartment under the center console, and took out eight stacks of banknotes from the bag.

He held four stacks in one hand, then raised both hands and waved them at the rearview mirror.

From the left rear of the vehicle, Adams saw the eight stacks of banknotes, smiled at Mahad through the rearview mirror, and slowly stepped forward with his right hand still on the holster, methodically taking the eight stacks of banknotes from Mahad's hand.

As I ran my finger along the edge of the banknotes, they made a rustling sound. Eight stacks of banknotes made eight rustling sounds.

As the last sound rang out, Adams nodded slightly and continued to smile.

“Follow my vehicle, I’ll take you to Trenton.”

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the two policemen in front of him, took out a wad of banknotes and threw them at them:

"Thanks for your hard work!"

"I'll take them to get their driver's licenses!"

A stack of banknotes totaled $1. Two policemen took the stack and divided it evenly into two portions, $5000 each.

Having received the money, the two men got into the car with smiles, turned it around, and drove towards Newark. Adams returned to his police car, turned off the lights, started the engine, and drove past Mahad.
"Follow!"

We drove for several dozen kilometers along Highway 1, passing through Princeton, and finally stopped at the driver's license issuing authority in Trenton.

Adams took out three stacks of banknotes and put them in his pocket. He then waved to Mahad and the others before walking into the driver's license issuance and management department.

Instead of going to the window, he went directly to the head of the department. Upon meeting him, without any preamble, he pulled out two stacks of banknotes and handed them over, pointing to the four people standing at the door:

"Syrian, get your driver's license!"

The person in charge glanced at the banknotes, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes, which he quickly concealed.

I want more.

"Add another 5000!"

"not enough!"

"Add another 5000, making it 3 in total. You have to understand that it's not easy for us to chase people on the highway every day, and it's even harder to find someone who has money and is willing to pay to solve the problem."

The person in charge stretched out his left hand, grabbed the two stacks of banknotes, and then stretched out his right hand, spreading it out in front of Adams.

Another stack of banknotes fell into his right hand.

After weighing the banknotes in his hand, the person in charge smiled with satisfaction.

"Go to the window and tell them what I said!"

With Adams leading the way with cash, the process of obtaining a driver's license for Mahad and his companions became exceptionally easy.

There were no exams, no Q&A sessions, just taking photos.

After taking several photos in a row, the entire process took less than half an hour, and the New Jersey driver's license was in their hands.

As Adams walked out of the driver's license issuing and management department, he whistled at the group: "Goodbye!"

He did a classic Western cowboy move, turned around, got into the car, started the engine, and drove toward Newark.

Mahathir was still a little incredulous when he received his new driver's license.

Because in all the propaganda they know, America is invincible.

The CIA is unbeatable.

If anyone dares to enter America or harbor any improper thoughts about her, the CIA will dig deep and find them, then grind them to dust.

But now...

These people seem no different from those greedy guys in Syria, Iraq, and Türkiye.

They're all greedy!

However, he was greedy in a good way, and he was greedy in a clever way. If he hadn't been greedy, the four of them wouldn't have been able to get the driver's license. Foreigners entering America can use both their passports and driver's licenses as proof of identity.

Having a New Jersey driver's license at least proves to others that they are good people!

Next, these good guys are going to teach America a lesson she won't forget.

After putting away his driver's license, Mahad was the first to get back into the pickup truck, followed by the other three. They floored the accelerator and drove along Highway 1, crossing the Delaware River Bridge and officially entering Pennsylvania from New Jersey.

They hadn't gone far into Pennsylvania when patrolling Pennsylvania state troopers stopped them, discovered they were Syrian, and made them produce their driver's licenses.

Upon discovering it was a freshly issued driver's license, the patrolling state troopers didn't say much, returned the document, waved them away, and told them to get lost.

"Is this Philadelphia? When I was in Saudi Arabia, I was thinking of studying here, but unfortunately my application was unsuccessful."

"Why is there another Newark ahead? Have we taken the wrong road?"

“Baltimore? I know where this is. America has a very famous prison called Baltimore!”

"That's called Guantanamo!"

"I remember it was Baltimore!"

"By the way, Mahad, I'm looking at a map of America. It seems that America's capital, Washington, is to the west..."

"America's capital is Washington, D.C., not Washington State! Washington State and Washington, D.C. have no connection except that they both derive their names from Washington!"

"Isn't Colombia a country to the south?"

"Shut up!"

As they drew closer to their target and, given their proximity to Washington, D.C., Mahad opted to bypass the political heart of America by taking a detour south along Highway 495 from the outskirts of the city.

As he passed by America Andrews Air Force Base, Mahathir turned on his hazard lights, stopped, and stood on the roadside, gazing at the air force base from afar.

Knowing this was America's core air force base, the two in the back seat were eager to try. A civilian airport is an airport, and an air force base is also an airport; bombing this seemed more interesting.

Mahad did not reject the two men's naive idea, but instead raised his hand to signal them to go and blow it up.

However, the air force base is surrounded by walls and numerous sentry posts. The walls are also equipped with high-voltage electricity, and there are even a lot of signal jamming devices around the air force base.

They were armed to the teeth.

Some things are in the open, and some things are in the shadows.

Upon seeing what was on display, the two who had been excited quickly calmed down and got back into the car.

The vehicle started again, crossed the Potmark River, and entered Virginia territory, just a stone's throw from their target—Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport.

Having spent many years in Syria and Iraq, Mahad, as the commander in this operation, clearly understood the importance of a swift and decisive victory.

They have just arrived, and no one in America knows their purpose, let alone that they have arrived.

If they can catch their opponent off guard as quickly as possible, their chances of survival will be much greater.

Therefore, he knew very well what needed to be done.

That means buying a local map!
After wandering around for a while, the car stopped in front of a supermarket. He got out and bought a map and a compass, and then Demur became the driver.

As the vehicle moved forward, Mahad, holding a compass, drew a 6-kilometer circle with the airport as its center.

After driving along the path for another ten minutes or so, the vehicle entered a small grove of trees by the roadside.

They found an open space to stop, and Hader spread the map out on the ground:

"We've tested this drone before; it can fly at least 6 kilometers. As for how far it can fly, I don't know."

"To be on the safe side, let's calculate it as 6 kilometers!"

"After the explosion, in addition to on-site rescue, they will also seal off the surrounding area as soon as possible."

"We need to escape before they can establish a blockade."

"We can't go the way we came from. To the north is Washington, D.C., and to the northwest is the CIA headquarters, which isn't a good place. So we can only go southwest or west."

"Take a look and tell me where we should run."

After speaking, Mahad blinked and looked at Mudel and the other two beside him.

Stared at by him, the other two didn't know what to say, because they weren't familiar with America and running away wouldn't be easy.

Only Mudel, standing to the side, seemed lost in thought. After a long while, he pointed to the mountains in northwestern Virginia:

"Let's go into the mountains!"

"We're crossing the Alabacia Mountains, heading north to Canada."

"As long as we run a sufficient distance in a short period of time, their arrest operation will always be one step behind us."

"Once we get to Toronto, Canada, we can fly to England, and once we get to Europe, that's our territory."

Having figured out Mudel's route, Mahad nodded with admiration, then his expression darkened as he looked back at the map.

They are short of people at ISI, especially people with strategic vision, and judging from what I just said, Mudel has that ability.

But this time the odds are against him, and if he can return alive, Mudel will surely grow stronger.

But if you can't go back, then it's all for nothing.

Having determined the escape route, Mahad pressed his finger on the map and began assigning tasks to the other three:
"Muder, you and I will control the drones and bomb the airport!"

"Dacht, go and purchase a batch of camping supplies. Remember, mainly purchase supplies for camping near the water."

"Hardy, get rid of this car and rent a new one. Once you've rented it, buy a gas drum and fill both the drum and the tank."

“I’m only giving you one hour. After one hour, the two of us will launch the attack. The whole process will take 20 minutes.”

"That means we have to leave this place in 80 minutes."

"Head northwest, across the Alabacia Mountains!"

As they spoke, two stacks of banknotes fell in front of the two men. Adi and Daht each picked up the banknotes, unloaded the items from the car, and placed them in front of them.

The vehicles roared and quickly disappeared from sight. After stretching his limbs, Mahad began assembling the bombs.

But soon, he ran into a problem.

There were five drones and only three sets of fuses. Of course, they also made five sets of fuses themselves, and the special explosive weighed a full 200 kilograms.

Five drones, each with a maximum payload of 10 kilograms, totaling only 50 kilograms.

There are 150 kilograms left, and I don't know what to do.

With a sigh, he first loaded 50 kilograms of explosives onto the drone, making sure it was securely fixed, before dividing the remaining 150 kilograms of explosives into two portions and inserting the fuses into them.

Take these 150 kilograms of explosives with you. If you encounter pursuers on the way, you can give them a good beating.

Once the drone was assembled, he handed a remote control to Mudel:
"Come on, let's control the drone together!"

"We won't use drones to crash into the terminal; we'll crash into planes that are about to land or have just taken off!"

"The location where the wing was hit."

"Because the wings contain the fuel tanks of these passenger planes!"

After giving his instructions, Mahad turned around and prepared to take off the drone.

But before takeoff, Mudel stopped him, and then, under Mahad's curious gaze, Mudel slowly moved his finger away from the airport and onto the pentagonal building a few hundred meters to the north!
"I think it's more fun to fry this!"

The proposal had barely surfaced when it took root in Mahathir's mind and clouded his judgment, because the pentagonal building was none other than the American Ministry of Defense building.

It would be more interesting to bomb this building than an airport.

If they cause real damage to this building, they will be on the front page of the news tomorrow, and even for the next month.

If they manage to return to Syria alive, their fame could even surpass that of Badri.

Badri sent them to bomb this airport, the closest to the Pentagon, just to embellish his own image.

If handled well, this prestige will be yours.

He could even break away from Badri, form a new organization, and become its leader.

After a moment of random thoughts, Mahad nodded emphatically:
"Just like you said, we'll bomb the Pentagon!"

"We want to show the Americans that we can knock down their toughest spot!"

Accompanied by Mahad's deep voice, two drone systems took off and headed east, heading towards the Pentagon.

(End of this chapter)