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Chapter 485 Fight! (Second Update!)
Referring to books on tomb raiding, Lin Yi constructed an ancient tomb deep in the desert and hid the fabricated treasures of Gaddafi inside it.

After editing all this information, Lin Yi packaged the email together and sent it directly to Wang Heng.

As for Zhang Yiming, he has more important work to do.

Once Wang Heng received the information, he immediately created several more authorized accounts, sent out the information, and then started pushing the stream again.

In the past few days, thanks to this treasure trove of Gaddafi's software, the number of loyal users of foreign software has surged from 1500 million to over 2100 million.

Many of these users are Android users, and this increase in users provided strong support for Zhang Yiming's negotiations with those advertising companies.

Now, he must keep this going and then provide enough buzz to help Zhang Yiming negotiate.

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Jannet, a small desert town in southeastern Algeria.

Damira parked his car on the side of the road. As soon as he came to a stop, a middle-aged man dressed in a traditional Arab robe came over and tried to sell him local cigarettes.

After getting a good look at the man, Damira casually handed him a banknote, and while getting a cigarette, she lowered her voice and asked:
"What exactly happened? Why did this news become known all over the world?"

The man selling cigarettes looked around, making sure no one was paying attention, before leading Damira around to the back of a house on the side of the street.

Having found a spot where he could hide from people, the man tilted his head and asked Damira:
"I still want to ask you!"

"At the time, the task was divided into three parts: you were responsible for arranging people to transport and bury the goods, and I was responsible for cleaning up the mess."

"Only the person who buried it knew the approximate location. Now that the information has been leaked, I think it must be the work of the person who buried it."

She opened the cigarettes, took one out, put it in her mouth, lit it, and as she exhaled smoke, Damira gently shook her head: "I don't know either!"

"The people in charge of transporting this batch of treasures were all capable members of the personal guard. Their loyalty to Gaddafi was beyond question. During the transport, they didn't even look at the things."

"The people responsible for burying the treasure were young Arabs who operated on the edge of the Sahara Desert; they were all fanatical followers of Gaddafi."

"What's more, those people were killed by the people you arranged."

“When I arranged for people to kill them, it was in another location, so the killers couldn’t possibly know the location.”

The cigarette seller added a sentence, and after providing the details, he lowered his head and couldn't help but sigh:

"Where exactly did things go wrong?!"

After thinking for a few minutes, he still couldn't figure out what went wrong, so he turned to Damira and said, "Now that the news has spread, it's almost impossible for us to quietly move that batch of things out."

"The only way now is to organize a team and openly rob them."

"If I had known it would be like this, I shouldn't have been so careful with my plans back then. I should have just shipped that batch of gold out directly."

"It's not to the point that the whole world now knows there's gold in the desert."

"We can't beat them!" Damira immediately rejected his companion's suggestion, and in just a few breaths, he had finished a cigarette.

Damira lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly turned to look at the person next to her: "Lavitt, we can actually take a gamble!"

Lavitt turned around and looked at Damira with a hint of curiosity: "What are you going to bet on?"

When asked by her companion, Damira gripped the cigarette in her hand, slammed it down on the hood of the pickup truck, and extinguished it with the flesh of her thumb.
"I bet the person who leaked this information only knows the approximate location of the treasure, but not its exact location."

"So he released this information to alert the enemy and lure us out."

“As soon as we show up, we will fall into his trap and be caught by him.”

"At that time, we will take him to find the treasure."

"I want to take a gamble, I'm betting that that's what that guy thinks."

Making a guess, Damira turned to Lavitt and asked, "Do you want to bet with me?"

“…” Lavitt was silent for a moment, then gently shook his head:
"Damila, as your old partner, I'd love to bet with you."

"But it is clear that the world changes regardless of our subjective ideas."

"I feel that the longer we wait, the more complicated this matter will become."

"I don't want to gamble, and I don't want to wait!"

"I just want to get that money as soon as possible, then disappear without a trace and find a suitable place to retire."

After Lavitt clearly expressed his thoughts, Damira also fell silent.

He kept his head down, his eyes fixed on the ground, lost in thought.

After a long silence, he raised his head, looked at Lavitt, and said, "I still stand by my opinion!"

"Similarly, I hope you'll stick to my opinion. We're partners; I can't possibly harm..."

Before she could finish speaking, Damira noticed several people walking out from behind Lavitt.

Those people all had typical Arab features, and he was also very familiar with what they were carrying.

The FN-FAL rifle that Gaddafi acquired from Belgium used 7.62×51mm NATO ammunition and was a rifle used only by the elite members of Gaddafi's personal guard.

Damira knew all these people; they were all members of her personal guard, and two of them were even trained by Damira herself.

Once these people had gathered behind him, Lavit looked at Damira and gently shook his head:

"Captain, I'm so sorry!"

"I was just speaking to you to give you one last chance, your last chance to explain yourself clearly."

"In this world, you are the only one who knows the location of that gold."

"Furthermore, you betrayed our revolutionary brother Gaddafi, so I can only conclude that you orchestrated all of this."

"You want to keep all those treasures for yourself!"

"Now, I just want to ask you, for the sake of our revolutionary brotherhood, to tell me the location of the gold mine, and then we can part ways."

Seeing Lavitt like this, Damira also became anxious. Just as she was about to speak, the guns of the men next to her were pointed at him. The men's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and their meaning was very clear.

At this moment, Lavitt spoke up: "President Gaddafi is dead. He is the tree, and we are the monkeys living in the tree."

"Without the tree, we will only die. If we don't want to die, we can only leave before this tree is used as firewood."

"If we leave too late, we will die too."

"So, Captain Damira, tell me, where is the gold!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there were several clicks. The guns of the men next to him were already raised. If Damira didn't speak, he would be riddled with bullets in the next second.

After a long silence, Damira sighed and calmly stated a coordinate:

“At longitude 12.05114 and latitude 23.42056, you can see a granite mountain range, below the highest, black-looking peak.”

“In the southeast, dig through the sand below, or you don’t need to dig now, anyway you will see a cave there.”

"It's an ancient tomb!"

"I'm in charge of transferring 200 tons of gold to the desert, and it's stored here." "As for the rest of the gold, I don't know where it is, and don't ask me."

After saying this, Damira breathed a sigh of relief, then sat down on the ground, took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked it silently.

He lit a cigarette, and Lavitt and the others turned and left without hesitation.

About 10 minutes later, Damira got up from the ground, walked out from behind the house, and returned to the roadside. The spot where she had parked was now empty, with only a tire track remaining.

Looking at the tire tracks, he took out his phone and sent the coordinates he had just given Lavit to the app he had downloaded a couple of days ago.

After sending the message, he threw his phone on the ground and stomped on it.

He crushed the phone, put his hands in his pockets, and turned to walk towards the area further north of Janet.

Soon, he reached the northernmost part of the small town.

There is a mosque there.

He entered the mosque, sat down opposite the imam, and after a few minutes, he smiled and said to the imam, "Long time no see!"

The imam raised his head, revealing a toothless mouth, and replied with a smile, "Long time no see!"

Unlike the peaceful life of the two people inside the mosque, the outside world was in an uproar because of the message sent by Damira.

The information that initially appeared on the software looked very professional, but the information provided was only a general overview.

But at this very moment, Damira's message was discovered.

This is a precise coordinate system.

On the electronic map, if you enter this latitude and longitude, the map will automatically jump to the location of this latitude and longitude. From the map, you can clearly see the outline of the mountain. Such a place is really good for hiding things!
Once this was understood, those who were originally searching for a needle in a haystack in the desert all changed direction and headed towards this latitude and longitude, adhering to the principle of "better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free".

On a C-130 transport plane that took off from Nigeria, Chris, the commander leading the Dane International team, was making final arrangements:

"This location is situated at the junction of Algeria, Libya, and Niger."

"But it is actually located within Niger."

"Because the distance was too far, our plane could only fly one way. So after we parachuted and landed, we split into two groups. One group was responsible for finding the ancient tomb, and the other group was responsible for searching for enemies in the surrounding area."

"Once the ancient tomb is found, a small team needs to immediately send a signal to headquarters."

"Once the signal is sent, all we need to do is build up our positions and hold out for reinforcements."

"Everything will be fine once our transport planes and gunships arrive."

"We can get home safely, understand?"

After hearing his repeated instructions, the team members raised their heads, stood tall, and shouted, "Understood!"

After the announcement, the pilot's intercom also came on in the cockpit at the opportune moment:

"We are 20 kilometers away from the target area. Everyone, get ready to jump."

After the pilot finished speaking, a red light indicating that the plane was ready to eject lit up in the cabin.

The red light remained on for a while, then the pilot's voice rang out again:
"10 kilometers from target area, initiate parachute jump!"

The rear cargo door of the C130 transport plane opened at this moment. The desert in the dark night was as dark as a giant beast with its mouth wide open, waiting for its prey to enter its jaws.

The team member at the front took a deep breath and jumped out of the hatch.

Once there's a first one, there's a second one, and so on until the last one.

Thirty-six snowflakes bloomed in the darkness, eventually slowly covering the yellow sand.

With his feet firmly planted on the sand, Chris identified all his teammates, waved his hand, and set off towards the target several kilometers away.

Meanwhile, to their southwest, a dozen pickup trucks were speeding across the flat Gobi Desert, their wheels kicking up yellow sand and leaving long, dark trails of sand in the night.

In the lead pickup truck, Matthew was driving, and Lexis was in the passenger seat, occasionally letting out a scream.

After yelling for a while, he turned to Matthew and asked, "Can we kill all the people who stole the gold this time?"

"If we kill them all, we can get their equipment and gold."

"So, what are you planning to do after you get the gold?"

"Don't tell me?"

"Let me tell you mine! I'm going to propose to Irina's father, and I want to have 10 children with her!"

Hearing this, Matthew finally opened his mouth, "Shut up!"

"Pay attention to your surroundings. That bright spot we just saw is very likely an airplane, which means someone arrived before us."

"If that's the case, then we're doomed!"

His words carried a hint of sadness, but when they reached Lexis's ears, his comrade did not accept his sorrow. Instead, he raised the AK, its rifling worn away, and fired a few shots into the sky.

"You!" Matthew shouted, then quickly shut his mouth and slammed on the gas pedal.

Just then, a booming sound came from above them.

Matthew looked up and saw a bright spot passing overhead.

It's an airplane!
There are air routes between Libya and Niger, but the flights are infrequent; you can see these planes from the Aiur Plateau.

Moreover, after NATO's invasion of Libya, Niger cut off air routes between Libya and Niger.

So this plane...

It is not a commercial airliner.

As if confirming Matthew's guess, a few kilometers after their car drove forward, dozens of white flowers quietly bloomed in the darkness.

Seeing the flowers, Matthew stepped on the gas again and drove towards the base of the flowers.

At the same time, he gave instructions to the others: "Do you see those things in the sky?"

"Those are parachutes. We don't know whose they are, but it doesn't matter. We just need to shoot them down!"

As the car drove forward, the people in the pickup truck pointed their guns at the parachutes in the sky and pulled the triggers.

Gunshots rang out like popping beans, but unfortunately, the rifling of their guns was almost completely worn down, and the bullets fired had virtually no accuracy.

As Pavel listened to the distant gunshots and the occasional whistling of bullets passing by, his face turned icy cold.

He pulled on the parachute strap with his left hand to increase his descent speed.

At the same time, he also pulled back the bolt of his gun.

The dozens of people who drifted down beside him also made the same gesture in unison.

(End of this chapter)