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Chapter 460 A Return to a Peaceful World! (First Update!)

Edwin's questioning voice grew louder and louder; he was anxious, and he had no choice but to be.

Although America's alliance with other NATO countries to attack Libya was aimed at controlling the country and seizing its assets.

But this is the 21st century, not the world of 100 years ago. This matter cannot be done too carelessly, otherwise it will arouse the resentment of other countries.

While the resentment of these small countries may not be important, if there are too many of them, it will still be a problem.

Therefore, a distribution plan was formulated from the very beginning.

The primary objective was to seize the gold that Gaddafi had obtained from the Central Bank of Libya. After extensive investigation and calculation, it was estimated that the gold amounted to over 1000 tons, though the exact quantity was unknown.

Let's calculate based on 1000 tons.

Secondly, there are the antiques, paintings, gems, and other collectibles belonging to the Gaddafi family. These items have basically never been seen by the outside world, and even if they fall into the hands of others, no one else knows about them.

These items are easy to sell on the secondary collectibles market.

Secondly, there are the fixed and unfixed assets of the Gaddafi family in various countries, especially in European countries. Of course, these assets have been confiscated by the countries where they are located on the grounds that Gaddafi once planned terrorist attacks and that these funds should be used to compensate the families of the victims of those attacks.

These things have now been completely digested.

Everything was normal at first, but this idiot in front of me ruined everything!

If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have gone through the unnecessary trouble of intercepting the goods.

The original plan was simply to distribute more resources, instead of not even knowing where those resources went.

Edwin took a deep breath, raised his hand as if to slap the person in front of him, but then thought better of it and lowered his hand:
"You go!"

With an irritated wave, Edwin walked to the other side of the passage, went up the gangway, and finally appeared on the aircraft carrier's helicopter deck.

After exchanging a few more words with the captain of the USS Eisenhower, the helicopter took off and flew towards Naples.

Two hours later, a message spread throughout the world.

The coalition forces, led by America, launched a major offensive against Beniwald and eventually captured Libyan President Muammar Gaddafi. However, after examination, it was determined that this person was not Gaddafi, but merely an imposter. The real Gaddafi is still at large!

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Ankara, Türkiye.

Haimana held a large handful of documents in his hand, his brows furrowed tightly as he stared at them in disbelief. The more he looked, the more gloomy his expression became, and the faster he moved his hands.

In the end, those documents were like playing cards, which he discarded one by one and tossed onto the ground.

The staff officers standing behind him didn't dare to breathe loudly. They simply squatted down silently, picked up the documents he had thrown away, and put them back in their proper places.

Finally, he threw down the palm-thick stack of documents like playing cards, his anger reaching its peak. Under everyone's anxious gaze, he slammed his hand on the table.

The heavy solid wood tables and chairs were slammed down with a deafening thud, startling the anxious staff officers nearby.

They stood frozen in place, unsure whether they should speak first or run away first.

Just then, Haimana roared: "Misrati's army stormed into Gaddafi's mansion, seized control of the Libyan Central Bank, the Libyan Treasury, and a whole host of other things."

"In the end, all that was acquired did not exceed $5 million."

"Then almost all the oil production equipment in the western oilfield was destroyed, and the pipelines were damaged. $5 million isn't even enough to fill a gap in their teeth. To restart those facilities, it would cost at least $20 billion?"

Are you guys kidding me?

"We participate in wars to seize profits and make money, not to alleviate poverty!"

"Can anyone tell me where Gaddafi's money went?"

None of the staff officers spoke; they simply kept their heads down, avoiding eye contact with Haimana, for doing so would result in them being called out to speak.

Whether you say it well or badly, it will cause trouble.

Looking at these people who were so silent, Haimana felt even more like cursing.

But the words were on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed them back.

No matter how incompetent these people are, they are still my subordinates and can be used.

Damaging these people's reputation will only alienate them from you, and doing so will not do you any good.

In just a few seconds, he adjusted his mindset, regained his amiable demeanor, and began assigning new tasks:

"Have our people contact Misrati and tell him that our support will continue, but he also needs to demonstrate his value. If he cannot demonstrate his value, then we will have to find another person to support."

"I think he should understand these things!"

“Send another person to contact our Prime Minister and tell him that we need another batch of supplies and some funding.”

Upon receiving the new orders, the staff officers, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly fled with the orders, while also delivering Haimana's request to Delmaz immediately.

Meanwhile, Delmaz was also reviewing intelligence regarding Libya.

His intelligence naturally came from his staff.

"You mean, a large amount of wealth in Libya has disappeared, vanished, and nobody knows where it went, including the more than 1000 tons of gold that Gaddafi wanted to develop into an African currency?"

He asked the question, and before his staff could answer, he began to speak on his own:

"Something is wrong, something is very wrong!"

"There's something wrong here!"

"Someone must have gotten the item, but we don't know who it is. We have to find him!"

"Even if I only get one-tenth, I can still do a lot. Go and arrange for someone to keep a close eye on this!"

"By the way, what about those bastards from ISI? Your intelligence indicated that some of them had entered Libya. Any follow-up news?"

Meeting Dale Maz's expectant gaze, the aide shook his head regretfully: "No!"

“Our men followed those bastards into Libya, and then those bastards scattered.”

"They went to find a place to spread their theories."

"They're too scattered; our people can't keep up with one person, let alone another."

"So the information about them is pretty boring."

Receiving such an unsurprising answer, Delmas shook his head in annoyance, inwardly mocking his own foolishness.

ISI is a terrorist organization.

Those people didn't dare to confront us directly, so they resorted to underhanded tactics. It was already outrageous that they dared to speak out, but for me to actually believe they would dare to take action against Libya was even more absurd.

He gave a self-deprecating laugh and looked at his advisors:
"Then let's bring them back!"

"Libya is almost a done deal; our focus should remain on Syria and Iraq." "At the very least, we can't let those idiots from the ISI ruin our plans."

"Go and make the arrangements!"

Hearing Delmaz's order, the aide nodded slightly and was about to leave when he remembered the intelligence he had received not long ago, so he simply returned to Delmaz.

"It's said that Khalil, who controls eastern Libya, is preparing to sign an oil cooperation agreement with Saudi Arabia. What do you think...?"

The staff member didn't say what he was about to say, because his actions spoke volumes.

He raised his right hand and slowly slashed it across his own neck, his eyes filled with resolute killing intent.

“No need!” Delmaz shook his head slightly, rejecting his advisor’s idea: “Our Chief of Staff Haimana is causing trouble in western Libya. We are not against what is happening in the east, so naturally we are not against what is happening in the west.”

"Quickly, bring them back!"

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In Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, Saeed looked at the documents in front of him, wanting to complain, but not knowing how to do so.

Finally, he handed the documents back to Musa, who was standing next to him: "What do you think?"

Musa took the documents, carefully organized them, even smoothing out the crooked corners. Finally, he put all the documents into a file bag and sealed it away.

After doing all this, he finally spoke:
"They say Gaddafi isn't dead, probably just to extort money from us. But actually, their saying this is beneficial to us. We just need to pretend Gaddafi isn't dead, and Khaliltar will always have a reason to attack, so we can wage a war of attrition. With those little drones, we're not afraid of any of them in a war of attrition."

Hearing his words, Said nodded slightly in agreement, "Then I'll have Saler get some more. The stronger Halitar is, the more areas we can control."

"At that time, with Libya and Saudi Arabia working together, plus the UAE, we will control the oil market in the Middle East and even the world."

After excitedly saying this, Sayed suddenly slapped his forehead:
"By the way, I heard there's something going on in Yemen. What's going on?"

"No big deal!" Musa waved his hand casually. "It's just some small militia that's been pretty tough lately."

"But they also suffered heavy casualties, and I estimate they won't be able to hold out for long."

"You can basically ignore it."

"Alright then!" Hearing that he didn't have to worry about it, Said breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand slowly: "Then go ahead and get busy! When you pass by Saler's office, tell him to place more small drones."

"By the way, that price is still a bit high. Let him try to negotiate it down a bit more!"

“Okay!” Musa replied, picked up the packed intelligence, and turned to leave Said’s room.

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"Okay, okay, as you request, we'll use slightly lower-quality materials, cut the price a bit more, and increase the quantity. Don't worry, we've been working together for so long, do you think I would cheat you?"

"In short, I'll ship the goods first, and you just need to remember to transfer the payment."

"That's it, I'll hang up first!"

The busy signal rang out. Lin Yi stuffed his phone into his pocket, then crossed his arms and leaned against the wall of the guardhouse, his eyes scanning back and forth like radar.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, several taxis drove up from a distance and finally stopped at the main entrance.

The passenger side door of the first car opened, and Lei Jun got out carrying a silver-white metal box. He then walked quickly toward Lin Yi. Behind him, the back door of the taxi opened, and Lin Bin and two other people got out, took their luggage from the trunk, and ran quickly toward the door.

Several other people got out of the taxis one after another, carrying luggage, and ran quickly toward Lin Yi.

Upon seeing Lin Yi, Lei Jun didn't say a word, but decisively handed over the box he was carrying:
"These are our design drawings!"

The silver-white metal box was handed over, and Lei Jun turned around and took the box from Lin Bin and the others. The box was very heavy, and it took him a little effort to put all the boxes in front of Lin Yi.

He patted the box with his hand, then said with a serious expression:
"These boxes contain parts that we ordered from parts manufacturers."

"Take a look and see which ones can be used and which ones cannot."

"If it doesn't work, I'll find another manufacturer to order one."

While Lei Jun was speaking, Lin Yi's attention was entirely focused on the box in front of him. Instead of opening the box, he made a phone call and summoned Mao Xiaofei.

About 10 minutes later, Mao Xiaofei appeared in the guard room with his men. After hearing the whole story, he looked at the boxes and suddenly remembered that his profession was communications equipment manufacturing.

But when they came to Xiaomi Heavy Industry, they did all sorts of jobs.

To the point that he almost forgot his own major.

He crouched down, stroked the suitcase containing the parts, then stood up and nodded emphatically to Lei Jun:

"Don't worry, Mr. Lei. Our General Manager Lin has already said so, so I definitely won't let you down, and I definitely won't let you run into any problems."

"so!"

"You and our General Manager Lin go to the office first. I'll take these things back to the workshop, arrange the other work, and then we'll study them further."

"If there are no major problems, we can start working in the next day or the day after."

"Hurry up, you should be able to get the prototype in about two days."

"At a slower pace, it will take at most a week."

What do you think?

Across from him, Lei Jun looked at Lin Yi, then at Mao Xiaofei, and finally nodded emphatically: "If you say so, then I can rest assured!"

“We brought almost half of our team with us this time.”

“We’ve rented a hotel next door for a month. If you have any questions or ideas during this month, Mr. Mao, just let us know.”

"If we can change it, we will; if we can't, we'll scrap it and start over."

"In short, we want to be the best!"

Hearing Lei Jun's bold words, Mao Xiaofei breathed a slight sigh of relief. This person was easy to communicate with, which would make the subsequent work easier to carry out.

He went into the guardhouse and used the printer there to make a handover form. Then, he and the security guards checked the parts in the suitcase together.

As the two were cleaning, Lin Yi invited Lei Jun, "Would you like to come upstairs for a cup of tea?"

"Anyway, they'll need some time; they can't do it tonight at least."

Lei Jun nodded: "Okay!"

Entering Lin Yi's office, Lei Jun accepted the tea Lin Yi offered and asked with a cautious smile:

"President Lin, do you think the prototype manufacturing will go smoothly this time?"

He asked very carefully, as if he were a student handing in his test paper to the teacher and waiting for the teacher to grade it.

Lin Yi scratched his head slightly and answered casually:
"Don't worry, with me here, we'll definitely succeed!"

(End of this chapter)