Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 479 The Hunt! (Second Update!)

Having determined their course of action, the group began to fabricate a story. Fortunately, they all had typical Arab appearances, so the fabricated reason was somewhat plausible.

After the script was finished, the people who had been waiting in the restaurant brought over the food. After eating and putting on makeup, the group drove towards Kyriea's villa.

On the third floor of Kirigea's villa, Kirigea sat in the main seat with a gloomy expression, flanked by several of his old friends.

Directly opposite is Larim, who tried to seduce Damira but failed.

After hearing what the other person said, Girigya ultimately did not reprimand the old steward, but only let out a long sigh:
"never mind!"

He had barely finished speaking when hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor. Then the door opened, and a servant appeared. The servant glanced into the room, then whispered to Larim:
"Butler Larim, a few people have come to the villa gate. They say they know Mr. Damira and are old friends of his. They heard Mr. Damira is here and they want to meet him."

Inside the room, Larim abruptly turned to look at Kirigya. At the head of the room, Kirigya's brows furrowed slowly as he recalled what Damira had said when she came over.

"Gaddafi has been captured, and his personal guard has been almost entirely wiped out."

“He’s definitely going to die. Since he’s going to die, I happen to know one of his gold hiding places. We can take some men, kill the guards of the gold, and then take the gold out and divide it equally.”

From the moment he met Damira, the guy was alone, but every time, he would say that he had many men under his command.

It was precisely because he hadn't seen that guy's men many times that they met today, that he thought of locking that guy up, and that he thought of keeping the gold all to himself.

But to my surprise, that guy was as slippery as a snake in the desert, and he ran away as soon as he got the chance.

Therefore, his friends are questionable!
Without pondering for a moment, Kirigia nodded to Larim: "Go, go and invite these people in."

Larrym turned and left, and soon invited the people outside the door in.

Kirigia looked at the group of people, smiled and nodded, and asked, "Are you Damira's friends? But based on what I know about him, and his situation recently..."

"He doesn't seem to have any friends!"

"who are you?"

At the doorway, behind Larim, a burly man with clearly Arab features stepped forward, raised his right hand, and forcefully pounded his chest.
"Sicada Rastia, under the command of Damira, was on a blocking mission in Tripoli, but after we completed the mission, we learned that President Gaddafi had been ambushed and captured by the Americans."

"Later we learned that Commander Damira was not dead. As President Gaddafi's bodyguards, we wanted to find Commander Damira and have him lead us to rescue the president."

“But we’ve searched for him countless times, yet it seems like he’s deliberately avoiding us.”

"Later, we received a rumor that Commander Damira had betrayed our President Gaddafi for some benefit."

"Therefore, we must kill him to avenge our president!"

Seeing this, Kyrigia's face lit up with a bright smile. He quickly rose from his seat, walked to Sicard, and extended his hand:

“Mr. Sicard, to be honest, I don’t have a good impression of Damira either.”

"He was originally an Algerian. He came here and asked me for troops, saying he wanted to rescue Gaddafi."

"The problem is that the information we received was also released by the NATO coalition forces."

"They caught a fake Gaddafi."

“We told Damira the news, but she kept scolding us.”

"There's nothing we can do. We just had a fight with him this afternoon, and he drove south."

"We don't know what to do either!"

"Since you and he are old friends, I can only pass this message on to you. You can handle it yourselves."

"I think the official message from America is correct. Um... President Gaddafi is probably not dead."

“Mr. Damira, he must have placed a smoke bomb outside.”

As Kirigea spoke, his hands were also busy, grabbing Sicard's hands and shaking them frantically.

Across from him, when Kirigaya grabbed his hand, a look of disgust flashed across Sicard's face, but he quickly concealed it:

“Mr. Kirigeya, we can confirm that President Gaddafi is dead. Our team’s primary mission is to capture Damira, kill him, and use him to appease President Gaddafi’s soul.”

"Since he's not here, let's head out first!"

Sicard turned to leave, but Kirigia reached out and grabbed him again: "Mr. Sicard, you want to hunt down Damira, but actually, we want to capture him too."

"Because he owes us something."

“If you trust us, we have…” Kirigia turned around and gestured to the group of old men around him:

“We old men have a little bit of connections, and those connections should be able to help Mr. Sicard.”

As he spoke, Kirigia tightened his grip on Sicard's hand.

Behind Sicard, his three teammates, who had come with him, saw this scene and each took a step forward. But Sicard raised his hand to stop them as soon as they took a step.

He lowered his hand, his gaze lingering for a moment on the hand held by Girigorya. "Mr. Girigorya, in that case, I wish us a pleasant cooperation!"

"I only want Damira's head!"

"As for what he hides in the shadows, it all belongs to you."

"He should have a sum of money, a large sum, that should be enough to meet your troop deployment needs."

"How could I possibly accept that?" Kirigia feigned reluctance, but at the same time released his grip on Sicard's hand.

He turned around, looked at his old friends behind him, blinked, and then raised his right hand:

"Let us avenge the benevolent and virtuous President Gaddafi!"

Inside the room, several old men, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, had just received Kyrigya's signal and were eager to see what he would do next.

I heard just that one sentence.

They sat cross-legged on the carpet, unsure whether to cry or laugh.

After all, they were contemporaries of Gaddafi.

Gaddafi lived a very comfortable life, while they lived a more difficult one.

They naturally knew what Gaddafi had done.

The words "generosity and benevolence" have absolutely nothing to do with Gaddafi.

But for the sake of that gleaming gold, they still decided to sell their integrity, since integrity is worthless, but gold is.

Under Hicard's gaze, the old men stood up one by one, forcibly straightening their backs, raising their right hands high, and shouting:

"To avenge the benevolent and virtuous President Gaddafi!"

Seeing how desperately they were shouting, Sicard silently took a step back. These old men looked quite old; if one of them lost his breath and died or broke his back, he would have to take the blame.

After they finished speaking, Sicard stepped forward, placed his right hand on his chest, and pounded his chest forcefully: "Don't worry, everyone!"

"We must avenge the benevolent and virtuous President Gaddafi!"

After they finished shouting, Sicard nodded to Kirigya and whispered:

“Mr. Kirigia, since you and these gentlemen have influence, then I'll trouble you gentlemen to notify the people in the surrounding area to help intercept Damira.” “I will personally bring this damned traitor back with my men!”

"May I?"

Kirigea nodded in agreement: "Leave it to me!"

Both sides, each with their own ulterior motives, finalized their agreement. Kirigia personally saw Sicard and the others off at the door. As they disappeared down the street, the smile on her face vanished instantly, leaving only an icy chill.

Back on the third floor, he smiled and looked at the remaining people in the room, asking:
"Guess where these people are from?"

He had barely finished speaking when an old man in the corner spoke up: "An Israeli, perhaps?"

"should be!"

"What about us?"

"Of course we need to find a way to get gold! What use is Israel? This is Algeria! There are Arabs and Berbers here, not those useless Middle Easterners!"

"Alright, then I'll contact the others and send them Damira's information so they can find out where that guy is hiding. And what about these other people?"

"Let's find a chance to kill them! Anyway, things are so chaotic here, if we kill them, we can just say it was done by terrorists!"

"It seems like we are..."

"We're not!"

…………

In the quiet of the night, Damira slammed on the brakes, pulled the car over to the side of the road, and then looked up at the sign in front of her.

Beccarier.

After carefully examining the sign, he pulled out a map and, using the name as a reference, found his location on the map.

Located on the border between Algeria and Tunisia, about twenty kilometers to the southeast, you can reach the border crossing between Algeria and Tunisia, from where you can enter Tunisia.

Having figured out her location, Damina didn't drive further into Tunisia. Instead, she drove into a small town and found a hotel to stay in.

I paid a little money, borrowed the hotel's landline, and made a phone call:
“How much longer do you need to get everything sorted out? I feel like I can’t keep loitering around here. If I keep loitering, those bastards will catch me.”

He had barely finished asking his question when a hoarse, clearly processed voice came from the other end of the phone:
"It'll be soon. America's people have intercepted the message I deliberately sent and seized those phones."

"In a couple of days, those phones will appear in Algeria."

"Then I'll hire some more people to take those phones that have been bugged and send messages and make random calls everywhere. They'll collect the relevant information and then organize it."

"Add some real messages to it, and then add some fake messages."

"They'll get themselves into trouble."

"At that time, we can take advantage of the time difference to transport that batch of gold out."

"However, according to my estimate, the batch of phones will not arrive for at least three days, which means you will need to stay for at least three more days."

Upon hearing that there were still three days left, Damira sighed deeply: "Alright!"

"I'll keep going!"

After hanging up the phone, he turned and went into the hotel restaurant, where he ordered a lamb leg rice.

…………

Suzhou, Zanwu Airport.

The Qatar Airways plane landed slowly at the airport. As soon as it landed, the ground staff responsible for receiving the plane came forward, unloaded the cargo with a shuttle vehicle, and then delivered the cargo to the inspection area.

Customs officials received prior notice and did not inspect the goods, choosing instead to release them directly.

In less than an hour, the batch of goods appeared in the workshop of Xiaomi Heavy Industry.

Disassembly and assembly.

1800 mobile phones, 1800 parts, 1800 tests.

Mao Xiaofei and his team worked against the clock to install, test, and inspect the 1800 parts.

After testing and confirming that messages could be received, the phones were repacked and repackaged according to their original specifications.

It took 18 hours for the last air bag to be packed.

With a wave of his hand, the airbags were loaded onto trucks again, sent back to the airport, and loaded onto the Qatar Airways plane.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Qatar Airways plane pierced the sky and disappeared behind the clouds.

Xiaomi Heavy Industry, CEO's office.

Upon receiving the call from the airport, Lin Yi turned around and sent the relevant information to Guo Song.

The props are ready; now it's up to the actors to take them and start their performance.

…………

Al Udeid Air Base, Qatar.

In the early morning sunlight, Eisent, holding a report, strolled leisurely into Benjamin's office, handed over the document, and said with a smile:

According to Adolf, Xiaomi Heavy Industry has completed the parts installation and shipped the batch of phones. Judging by the time, the phones are now over India and will arrive in Qatar in a few hours.

"Their efficiency is frighteningly fast."

"I really don't know how terrifying such efficiency would be if it were used to produce military equipment."

"Also, our team, disguised as merchants, has successfully entered Algeria and is awaiting activation."

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Benjamin took the documents and looked through the timetable. He involuntarily closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath and then looked at Eisent:
“Tell them not to stay in Qatar, but to fly directly to Spain, and then from Spain to Algeria.”

"I will contact the intelligence department in a moment and tell them to be prepared."

"As long as these guys dare to use it, their information will fall into our hands."

"By the way, after you go down there, prepare supplies for several assault teams."

"Once the exact location of that batch of gold is found, send our team out immediately."

"If we can find this gold before the Africa Command or the European Command, we can get the lion's share."

"Even if we take out some of them, they won't be able to do anything about it."

"They're just stupid!"

Just as he finished berating someone for being stupid, Parker pushed open the office door from the outside, and the young staff officer walked in, handing Benjamin a document with a strange expression: "General, intelligence sharing from Israel."

“They have a small team that is surrounded in Algeria and they need our help.”

(End of this chapter)