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Chapter 431 Gaddafi: *****! (Second update!)

Upon seeing the last sentence, Brian slammed the documents on the table, covered his face with his hands, and began rubbing them vigorously.

He regrets it now, he really regrets it.

I regretted my outspokenness and my communication with the headquarters of several other war zones to devise that damned plan that would destroy the audit team.

If this plan isn't made, this mess won't fall on our heads.

I wouldn't be in such a passive position now!
And those idiots in the CIA, they can't even be a little more careful when they're making arrests.

Four terrorists, in the end, couldn't even piece together 50 pounds of flesh.

Oh shit!

The whole world now knows that Gaddafi had a high-ranking informant in America who cooperated with him to plan this terrorist attack.

This……

Damn it...

Brian put down his hand that was rubbing his cheeks and picked up the documents again. This time, his gaze fell on the so-called Xiaomi Heavy Industry.

The drone's battery is from Xiaomi Heavy Industry!
That strange black substance also comes from Xiaomi Heavy Industry!
The satellite navigation system is most likely also developed by Xiaomi Heavy Industry!
Is it possible that these terrorists are also from Xiaomi Heavy Industry?
The moment the thought crossed Brian's mind, two Brians popped into his head. One Brian looked to be in his fifties, wearing a suit but with a beret on his head, looking like a shrewd businessman.

The other one, dressed in a full military uniform, had sharp eyes and was clearly a general who had fought on the battlefield.

The two Brians locked eyes, and the unscrupulous merchant spoke first:
"It must be Xiaomi Heavy Industry, it must be them. They provided the weapons, they provided everything, couldn't they have also provided a few terrorists?"

After asking the question about the unscrupulous businessman, Brian, dressed in military uniform, lowered his head and calmly spoke:
"no need!"

"Whether from the perspective of economic development, strategic conflict, or geopolitics, they have absolutely no need to do this. The current steady and pragmatic development is the best choice for them."

"Doing this is a complete waste of time!"

"As a shrewd businessman, you should know this better than I do."

After Brian, dressed in military uniform, finished speaking, the two Brians in his mind disappeared. Brian then slapped his forehead and lowered his head.

After a long while, a low, guttural sound, squeezed out from between clenched teeth, rang out:

"Since we can't find the mastermind behind this, we'll just have to trouble our Mr. Gaddafi!"

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Ankara, Türkiye.

In the corridor of the Prime Minister's office, Chief of the General Staff Haimana, accompanied by a dozen soldiers, emerged from the elevator like the wind, crossed the corridor, and finally stopped in front of Prime Minister Delmaz's office.

This time, Haimana didn't kick the door open; instead, she gently knocked and greeted him in a soft voice:
"Mr. Delmas, I have something I'd like to discuss with you!"

After he finished speaking, about ten minutes passed before Delmas's voice finally came through the office:

"Please come in!"

With permission, Haimana left his subordinates outside and went into Delmaz's office alone.

Inside the desk, Delmas was tidying up files. When he saw the person enter, he pointed to the chair opposite him, indicating that Haimana should sit there.

Instead of sitting down in the chair as Delmaz suggested, Haimana plopped down on Delmaz's desk.
“Mr. Prime Minister, I think, I think I have found the murderer in Port Mersing. Now, I need your help!”

When Mersing Port is mentioned, Delmas can't help but scratch his head.

Several days have passed since the explosion, but the radiation levels at the site have not decreased and remain high, still posing a risk to human life.

Kmersin is Turkey's third largest port and its largest port in the southern Mediterranean region.

Goods from all over the world are unloaded here and then transported to eastern and southeastern Turkey, which is more convenient and cheaper than from Istanbul.

The problem now is that not only is the port unusable, but the goods that were already in the port have also been contaminated.

With one addition and one subtraction, the economic losses amounted to billions of dollars!
The Turks, whose interests had been harmed, were eager to find that damned guy immediately, skin him alive, grind his bones to dust, and feed them to the dogs.

The Chief of the General Staff said he had found a target, presumably to bring Türkiye, whose interests had been harmed, into his camp and increase his own approval rating.

damn thing!
Delmas cursed inwardly, but a look of urgency appeared on his face. He jumped up, knocking over the chair behind him, then walked around the desk to stand in front of Haimana:
"Has the Chief of the General Staff found out who's behind this?"

Seeing his eager look, Haimana was somewhat pleased and nodded slightly:
"Found out!"

"Libyan President Gaddafi!"

"Ahem! Does the Chief of the General Staff have any evidence?" Delmaz coughed twice, quickly turned around, and covered his mouth with his hand to hide his embarrassment.

Türkiye's strategy toward its neighboring countries has always been to befriend distant nations while attacking nearby ones. Libya, being neither too close nor too distant from Türkiye, is a country that could be befriended.

Under this premise, Libya opened some markets to Turkey, and Turkish construction contractors contracted nearly 60% of Libya's construction market. In addition, there were exports of food and other goods.

As for Gaddafi.

That guy was a complete novice when it came to military matters. Several military operations in Africa made him realize that he was a complete novice.

The power struggles between several major nations made him realize that there is a principle of reciprocity between countries, and as long as he doesn't act recklessly to the extreme, he won't die.

Under these circumstances, this guy has been talking big but doesn't actually have the guts to launch such a terrorist attack.

Of course, if it comes to military action against Libya, he, Dalmaz, would absolutely agree with it wholeheartedly.

After all, war is the best way to divert domestic conflicts.

If he can shift domestic conflicts to the international arena, his job as prime minister will be much easier.

When asked about evidence, Haimana shrugged and said, "What I say is the evidence. I don't need any evidence!"

“Mr. Delmas, I’ve come to see you today to ask you to prepare for war and remember to resupply me.”

"It's a notification!"

"Okay, got it!" Delmas gave an "OK" sign. "What do you need me to do?"

Haimana was quite uncomfortable with his arch-rival's sudden change of heart. He quickly moved off his desk, stood to the side, and said very seriously:

"We should declare war on Libya and then take the opportunity to seize our interests there."

"Declaring war requires the use of troops, and using troops requires supplies. I need you to prepare the supplies."

"At the same time, you also need to send personnel to Libya to withdraw the Turks operating in Libya and send them back when the war begins."

"Preparing supplies and evacuating citizens needs to be completed within a week, because the intelligence I received indicates that America will declare war on Libya within 4 to 5 days." "A week later, we will officially declare war on Libya."

After hearing the specific requirements, Delmas made an "OK" gesture again: "Leave it to me!"

Having received assurances from his arch-rival, Haimana gave Delmaz a rare smile before turning and leaving.

After he left, Delmaz went to the window and kept watching the gate of the Prime Minister's Office. After seeing Haimana leave with his people through the gate, he returned to his desk, took out another cell phone from the drawer, found a few contacts on the phone, edited the time he had just heard into a text message, and sent it to the few contacts on the phone.

After doing all that, he leisurely picked up the landline on the table and began to arrange his work.

The most frustrated person after the terrorist attack on the Ministry of Defense of America was Gaddafi, but the most infuriated person was Badri.

The explosion at Mersing filled him with anticipation for Mudel and his companions' trip to America.

Once America's airport is bombed, he can step forward and declare that both operations were carried out under his command.

Tabadri is a warrior sent by God to judge heretics.

By following him, one can gain God's favor and enter the true Kingdom of Heaven after death.

But things took a turn for the worse than he expected.

The terrorist attack by Muder and his men was a success, and a great success at that.

They killed several high-ranking members of America in one go.

This was an unprecedented victory.

Badri was excited all night when he received the news, and after the excitement subsided, he began to wait.

In this attack, they used advanced weapons such as drones. There are not many people in the world who use such weapons, and there are not many people who are on guard against them. As long as Muder and others keep them under control, they will be able to return safely.

Furthermore, the drone's remote controller also has a storage function, which records footage of the attack being launched.

Once Mudel and his men return successfully, he can use these images to announce to the world that America's significant losses were due to Badri.

Once the declaration is made, the extreme conservative Muslims throughout the Islamic world will take him as their role model. They will flock to him, gather at his feet, and together they will destroy all the surrounding countries and establish their own Islamic state.

But instead of Mudel and the others returning, he received America's announcement.

In the video of the announcement, America provided footage of Muder and his three companions being killed, along with subsequent identity checks and supplies checks.

Through these documents, Badri has confirmed that Muder and his three companions are dead.

He felt somewhat sorry for Jeparan.

However, he was still waiting, waiting for America to make him her number one target.

But instead of receiving news that America had made him her primary target, he received news that America had declared war on Libya.

In this message, they actually portrayed Libya's Gaddafi as the mastermind, claiming that Gaddafi was directing him to carry out this terrorist attack.

Damn it!
If Badri weren't outmatched by the Americans, he would have rushed up to America right now, to that black president, grabbed him by the collar, and shouted: "What makes you think that piece of trash Gaddafi can command me, Badri!"

But this is just wishful thinking!
If he dares to rush over, the Americans will be very happy, and then, very moved, they will hang him up and shoot him dead!

Banishing these chaotic thoughts from his mind, Badri ran his hands through his hair, squatted down, and began to think about how he could make a name for himself, surpass Osama bin Laden, and then use that fame to establish his own Islamic state.

He quickly came up with a good idea.

That is to kill Gaddafi.

Since those guys all think Gaddafi is directing them from behind, then I'll do as they wish and kill Gaddafi.

By killing this loudmouth, I can not only obtain the wealth of the Gaddafi family, but also the gold of the Central Bank of Libya.

With this money, we can get rid of those bastards who think they can do whatever they want just because they've paid.

You can also buy better weapons.

With better weapons, flattening Syria would be a piece of cake.

With an idea in mind, Badri immediately called over a few people and began recording an oath video.

"We are warriors of God. Our purpose in coming to earth is to punish heretics. A mere Gaddafi cannot point fingers at us..."

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A military camp in Achichia, Tripoli, the capital of Libya.

After taking power, in order to demonstrate his uniqueness, Gaddafi always worked in this barracks, and he visited the nominal People's Palace very few times.

In the opulent room in the core area, Gaddafi was still wearing his classic suit, the military uniform covered with medals.

However, this military uniform did not give him courage today; instead, it made him feel uncomfortably hot.

A few days ago, America's Ministry of Defense was attacked by terrorists, killing a number of high-ranking officials on the spot.

When he first heard the news, he even opened a bottle of red wine to celebrate.

However, the subsequent development of events took a very strange turn.

America captured the terrorists, and then, through a series of evidence, she made Gaddafi the mastermind behind the terrorist attack.

What is this called?
This is called "a black pot falling from the sky"!
Yellow mud pulled down his crotch!

In addition, President America directly announced that she would wage war against Libya and kill him, the mastermind behind it all.

Gaddafi remained calm upon hearing the news.

Having ruled Libya for so many years, Gaddafi felt that his command skills were quite good. He believed that as long as the Americans dared to come, he could rely on his army and his weapons to drive them back!

However, after America announced this news, NATO member states successively declared that they would join America in fighting terrorists.

Then, Türkiye, which had been cooperating with them, also chose to defect.

What really got to him was that the damn ISIS terrorists had also jumped out and said they wanted to kill him!
He could understand America and the NATO countries wanting to kill him.

ISI, a terrorist organization, where did it get the audacity to say such a thing?

Frustrated, he tugged at his collar, turned around, and was about to call over the captain of the guard to ask him to make preparations.

A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the room; the sound arrived before the person.
"Mr. President, Russia and China have evacuated their citizens!"

(End of this chapter)