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Chapter 453 The End of a Tyrant! (Third Update!)
After asking the question, Gaddafi did not wait for Damira's reply. Instead, he tore the intelligence report in his hand into pieces and scattered them into the air. As the scraps of paper fluttered down, he let out several roars like a ferocious beast.

“These damned bastards, I swear, if I ever regain control of Libya, I will kill them all, their families, their relatives, and anyone connected to them!”

Even after making these vows, Gaddafi was still not satisfied. He squatted down, grabbed the gun that was on the carpet, loaded it, and then pulled the trigger at an empty space.

Da da da……

The gun spat fire and bullets flew everywhere. In no time, the 30 bullets in the magazine were emptied.

The click of the gun going off in an empty bay rang out. Gaddafi threw the gun in his hand to the ground and roared once more, "I'm going to kill them all!"

Hearing this, Captain Damira of the Royal Guard involuntarily looked away and licked her dry lips.

But soon, the captain of the guard realized his mistake and quickly ran to Gaddafi's side, picked up the gun from the ground, wiped off the dust, and carefully held it in his arms.

After venting his anger, Gaddafi's mood improved slightly. He took a breath and then turned to look at the young people staring at him.

Looking at these young people, he gave them a gentle smile and then waved to them lightly.

Across from them, the young people looked at Gaddafi's smile, which was initially a gentle smile. With gentle smiles on their faces, they raised their weapons high and shouted "Long live Gaddafi!"

These people are all from the Wafara tribe.

The Wafara tribe is one of the larger ethnic groups in Libya, with a total population of over one million, accounting for about 17% of Libya's total population.

They belong to the Sunni Muslims, but are also influenced by Sufism. Their main occupations are nomadic herding and agriculture, with trade as a secondary activity.

They were Gaddafi's staunch supporters, so when everyone else advised Gaddafi to flee, he came here immediately.

Looking at these young people in front of him, Gaddafi felt a warmth in his heart. Back then, he was able to seize power in Libya with just a few soldiers. Now, with the Wafara tribe, he was sure he could return to Tripoli, regain control of Libya, and finally, wipe out those damned bastards.

Thinking that these young people would be the bottleneck of his future, Gaddafi simply opened his arms and embraced them.

While he was putting on an act, an old man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies, with a completely white beard and hair, slowly walked over from the path not far away.

Finally, they stopped in front of Gaddafi.

After stopping, the old man raised his hand and gave Gaddafi a military salute. After completing the salute, he calmly said to Gaddafi:

"Chief, news from Mizda: Rasuta and Zalawie have been driven out of Tripoli, and the person who has taken over Tripoli now is Misrati, whom you promoted back then."

"That damned traitor is flirting with the Americans and using their weapons to slaughter his own people."

"Furthermore, America's European Command has issued an arrest warrant for you, promising an exorbitant reward, as well as America International."

“The compensation is nothing special to many people, but America’s nationality is very attractive to many people.”

"So, my dear leader, I hope you can stay indoors and minimize your public appearances during this period of time."

"May I?"

Gaddafi didn't want to agree, but he had no choice but to, as he had very few troops left besides his personal guard.

Now, he needs to rely entirely on the Hafala tribe; only with their help will he have a chance to turn the tide.

Taking a deep breath, Gaddafi spoke to the old man in the gentlest of words possible: "I'm sorry, it was my carelessness."

"During this time, I will stay in my room as much as possible to avoid being seen by other people."

"Alright!" The old man nodded, gave the young people beside him a loud punch, turned around, and slowly walked away.

Shortly after he left, Gaddafi turned around and continued to embrace the young people. After embracing the last young man, he beckoned to Tamira: "In the meantime, strengthen the security around our residences."

"We are now living under someone else's roof, so we should try to cause them as little trouble as possible."

Gaddafi's transformation caught Damira somewhat off guard. He was still used to the Gaddafi who was unpredictable, mentally unstable, and prone to erratic outbursts.

The current Gaddafi is a stranger to him, but it is precisely because of this unfamiliarity that he feels increasingly less resistant to betraying Gaddafi.

After hugging the last person, Gaddafi waved and left the scene with Damira.

Back in the courtyard where they lived, after settling Gaddafi in, Damira turned and walked out of the courtyard.

Leaning against the wall outside the courtyard, he slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of Tripoli.

Damira stared in that direction for a long time before turning her gaze away, taking a deep breath, and muttering to herself in a voice only she could hear:

"It's time to make a decision!"

After uttering this ambiguous statement, he straightened up in an instant, transforming back into the captain of the personal guard. He turned around and began to set up hidden sentries around the courtyard.

When assigning a task to someone, he keeps that person's location in his mind.

In less than two hours, he had completed the round and rearranged the hidden sentries around the area.

Finally, he casually walked into the next courtyard and into the room used for sending and receiving intelligence.

He naturally took over the work of his subordinates and began to receive the intelligence that the remaining personnel tried to send back. After receiving the intelligence, he would personally analyze it and repeatedly scrutinize the details.

Until the most useful information in this intelligence is found.

Time flew by and it was already afternoon. Even though everyone else went to eat, Damira remained seated in front of the equipment, listening to intelligence.

His subordinates skillfully brought him dinner, which he ate with practiced ease, before continuing to gather intelligence.

It wasn't until evening, after everyone else had left, that Damira finally showed a relieved smile.

After seeing the last person off, he returned to the equipment room, randomly picked a computer, opened the email address that hadn't been cancelled yet, entered America's Ministry of Defense email address, edited the message, and sent it.

When the email notification popped up, he took a picture with his phone, hid it deep within the file, deleted the sending record, and wiped the fingerprints off the keyboard and mouse with a cloth before leisurely returning to his work computer to continue listening to the surrounding information.

It was late at night when he finally dragged his exhausted body back to his room.

On the way back, he could still hear other people praising him.

"Captain Damira is truly loyal..."

…………

In Stuttgart, Edwin was furious because the powerful America couldn't track Gaddafi's movements.

There wasn't even a general location.

This guy seems to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace whatsoever.

War is all about speed and efficiency.

If they can eliminate Gaddafi in the shortest possible time, they can exploit him. As long as Gaddafi is alive, they can't exploit him. But if they wait longer, until the Libyan situation calms down and foreign powers seeking to profit in Libya enter the fray, the situation in Libya will become extremely complicated.

He looked at the head of the intelligence department in front of him, his face cold, and said calmly:
"I'm asking you what method you're going to use. Three days, I'm only giving you three days!"

"Find Gaddafi's trail, then confirm it, and finally kill him!"

"If there's no progress on this in three days, I'll kill you all!"

Leaving those words behind, Edwin turned to urge others to hurry up with their progress, just then an intelligence officer rushed over and handed him a report:

"Commander, news from the Ministry of Defense: we have news of Gaddafi; they're in Beniwalid!"

The information handed over by the man was just a flimsy piece of paper. Edwin snatched it away and found that the information was just a photo printed on an A4 sheet of paper.

In the color-printed photos, Gaddafi, who was so arrogant as to plan to use more than 1000 tons of gold to rebuild an African monetary system, no longer had the high spirits he once had on the throne; all that remained was a face full of exhaustion.

It's clear these are recent photos!

The documents were returned, along with Edwin's orders:
"Bomb Beniwallid! Force this guy out!"

Upon hearing the order, the intelligence officer who handed over the documents did not rush to leave, but quickly added, "If we want to bomb this place, we need the Benghazi base as a transit point."

"Otherwise, the flight range won't be enough!"

"But Benghazi's airport is in the hands of Khalita, who is supported by the Gulf states!"

Just as the intelligence officer finished speaking, Edwin's voice rang out: "Contact the Central Theater Command and ask for their assistance!"

…………

In the Benghazi City Hall, Haritar sat in his luxurious office, casually flipping through secret emails from Saudi Arabia.

According to information from America’s Africa Command, Gaddafi is very likely hiding in Beniwalid, and America wants to use Benghazi’s airport as a transit point to bomb Beniwalid.

You need to assist in dealing with Gaddafi as soon as possible and taking control of the situation.

"When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head!"

After reading the email, Halitar sighed, deleted it, and then picked up a pen and paper to begin writing down the commands.

Benghazi is located in eastern Libya and is also Libya's second largest port city.

Oil and gas from central Libya are transshipped here, loaded onto tankers and freighters, and sent to Europe and Asia.

This means that Benghazi generates a large amount of revenue every day.

As long as you control this city, all these benefits will be yours.

But if you get kicked out of the city, you can only watch others make money.

Haritar didn't want to; he was the man who was going to become the president of Libya.

How can you be kicked out of the game right at the start?
Within ten minutes, a clear and concise order was written down by Halitar. He summoned his personal guards, who then took the order out and delivered it to the appropriate person.

The NATO coalition forces acted swiftly; that afternoon, a bomber formation arrived in Benghazi and began preparations for the bombing.

…………

According to AFP, senior NATO officials claim they have pinpointed Gaddafi's location and expect to capture him this week, ending the conflict in Libya and bringing the dawn of freedom and democracy to the Libyan people and land...

After watching the news broadcast on TV, Lin Yi grabbed the remote control, turned off the TV, and then walked to the window with his arms crossed. He leaned against the window and gazed at the land in front of him.

Compared to the previous conflict between NATO and Libya, Gaddafi's lifespan was shorter in this one, and the NATO coalition moved much faster.

Don't know what the reason is.

It's a pity; it would be great if there were more information.

After thinking for a while with his arms crossed, Lin Yi dismissed the unrealistic idea from his mind, turned around, sat back down at his desk, and continued working on his computer.

"The Yangtze River waterway is right next to us. To be on the safe side, we need to deepen the waterway, move the dock back, and also dig a section further in to build a dry dock."

"storehouse……"

"The warehouse should be located a bit further out, close to the main road for convenient transportation. It should have at least two entrances and exits, otherwise it will easily cause traffic jams."

"3 mu of land, do whatever you want with it..."

In Lin Yi's soliloquy, the shipyard, covering 3 mu, began to appear on the map.

After completing the rough floor plan and organizing other requirements, he checked them to make sure nothing was missing. He then packaged these documents and sent them to the person next to the civil engineer via email.

Shortly after the email was sent, Lin Yi's phone rang.

He answered an unfamiliar number without thinking. He had just said hello when he heard what sounded like someone bending down and making some kind of fuss on the other end. After that, there was a burst of almost frantic barking from a dog.

The sound was mournful and lingered, far surpassing the three cries of monkeys in the Three Gorges.

Upon hearing the dog bark, Lin Yi hung up the phone without hesitation and blocked the number.

Lin Yi was completely at ease leaving the shipyard design to the civil engineering team.

Coming to his senses, Lin Yi began to conceive of the shipyard's products.

If a shipyard wants to make a name for itself, there is only one way: to build a ship, a unique ship that only it can build, a ship that can showcase its technology.

This is a shipyard that serves both military and civilian purposes, so naturally it cannot build civilian ships. After all, most ship owners would not place an order with an unknown shipyard.

Therefore, we need to build warships!
warship……

Aircraft carriers won't work; they take too long to build and don't require that many people.

We can only build destroyers, or rather...

Unmanned aerial vehicle carrier!
After hesitating for a moment, Lin Yi focused his attention on the destroyer.

The Chinese people are fond of novelty and easily bored with the old. When the 001 aircraft carrier was first launched, it was hailed by countless people as the hope of the nation.

As a result, 002 appeared, and 001 became a forgotten old hag by the roadside.

But less than two years later, 003 appeared.

002 became a forgotten woman by the roadside.

Therefore, this destroyer must be far ahead!
(End of this chapter)