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Chapter 544 They're not American soldiers! (Second update!)

"Wake up! Something terrible has happened!"

In the fifth block, at the temporary headquarters of the Sadr Movement, Khalid pounded on the door of young Sadr's room. After a while, young Sadr sleepily opened the door and asked Khalid:
"What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"The 32nd block, the 13th street, that street full of Japanese people, around 12:30 a.m., some bastard, I don't know where he came from, poured gasoline all over the block and set it on fire. Then he blocked two trucks on both sides of the street, the trucks were loaded with machine guns, and everyone who came out of the block was shot down by the machine guns."

"Now, in less than 20 minutes, the entire street has turned into a sea of ​​fire!"

"We have to get there right away!" Khalid said, preparing to leave, but was quickly grabbed by little Sadel. His hand was pulled, and Khalid, somewhat anxious, turned around and asked anxiously:

"We need to get there quickly and clean up the scene!"

Seeing his anxiety, Sadr shook his head slightly, a meaningful smile appearing on his face: "I heard they've been buying land like crazy lately, is that right?"

"Correct!"

"And they also have a grudge against our friend Lin Yi, right?"

"Correct!"

"Thirteenth Street in the 32nd block is in the corner, separated from other streets and not adjacent to other blocks, right?"

"Correct!"

"Aren't we professional firefighters?"

"Correct!"

"Then let's go slowly!" said Little Sader, and Khalid naturally didn't say anything more, simply shrugging his shoulders.
"I'm going back to sleep now, I'll go over when it's light!"

The door closed again, and Khalid turned around and said to the soldiers behind him who were ready, "Go back and rest, and we'll go over when it's light."

These soldiers were the elite of the Sadr Movement, and Khalid was their combat commander. Hearing Khalid say this, they had no choice but to go back to their dormitories and continue sleeping.

On the other side, 13th Street.

Badri stood on the truck, gazing at the sea of ​​fire before him, slowly becoming lost in thought. He felt that this was what he wanted to pursue.

Just as he was lost in thought, a hurried voice sounded beside him: "Chief, we should go."

"The Iraqi National Defense Forces are here!"

Upon hearing that it was the Iraqi National Defense Army, Badri grabbed his AK-47, pulled the bolt back, and prepared to fight. He had barely taken a step when someone grabbed his arm.
"Chief, our mission is complete, it's time to go!"

"If we don't leave now, we won't be able to leave at all. There's no need to fight against the government forces; the Iraqi people will naturally come to fight them!"

These words convinced Badri, who, holding his AK-47, tilted his head to the side and said, "Retreat!"

Twenty minutes later, the group disappeared into the panicked crowd.

The fire on 13th Street burned until dawn, until the sky turned white, and then it slowly went out when there was nothing left to burn.

In the dim morning light, Sadr Jr., wearing a gas mask, and Khalid, wearing thick-soled puncture-proof boots, cautiously made their way into the scene, step by step.

At the scene after the fire, Baghdad firefighters carefully carried hoses and gently washed away any areas that might still be burning.

After washing away any areas that might still be burning to ensure there was no chance of reignition, the fire department began cleaning up the scene and searching for survivors.

Even though it was known that there were no survivors, the work still had to be done.

In between searching for survivors, they also collected the corpses.

As they worked, they unearthed a large number of remains, leaving only skeletal remains, and marked them little by little according to the location and time of excavation.

Looking at the remaining remains, young Sadr frowned and asked the firefighters:
"Have you found anything?"

Firefighters shook their heads: "We didn't find anything. The entire block was burned. Apart from being able to determine where the fire started, all other traces were covered up by the fire. Nothing was left."

"If you want to know who did it, there are many people outside who saw it, but they can't say for sure who it was."

"Because those people just swaggered in, blocked both sides of the street, poured gasoline, and set it on fire."

"They even used water trucks to pour gasoline, but there are only a few water trucks in the whole of Baghdad."

“Those water trucks are all at America’s military bases, and only America and their coalition forces can use them.”

"Therefore, it's unnecessary to ask."

As he got more details from the fire department, Sadr frowned deeply. He had initially thought that some people had set fire to the place with gasoline.

But now it seems that things are not as simple as I thought.

At the same time, he was also relieved that he hadn't come over last night, otherwise, he would have been the one to take the blame.

He thanked the firefighters and, together with Khalid and others from the Sadr Movement, began asking questions of the surrounding residents.

The more questions he was asked, the darker his face became.

The more you write in your notebook, the more you accumulate.

After receiving a few more photos from several people, he completely lost the will to continue the investigation.

Busy until noon, just returned to the camp and hadn't even sat down when Mohammed led in two people. He recognized these two people; they were the secretaries of the Senate Speaker.

Upon meeting, the two secretaries spoke coldly:
“Mr. Sader, I would like you to provide an explanation for what happened last night on 13th Street in 312th block.”

Faced with the two men's aggressive demeanor, Sadr calmly produced the results of his inquiries around the fire that morning, and then took out several cleaned photos.

The lighting in the photo is a bit poor, but you can still see what's in the photo.

sprinkler!
A water truck bearing NATO coalition insignia.

Four cars in total, arriving with flair, passing through 13th Street with flair, and leaving with flair.

Fires raged, and machine guns opened fire.

All of this was captured on camera.

The two secretaries, staring at the clearly visible sign on the water truck, instantly fell silent. The man who had just taken the documents nervously handed them back to Sadr.
“Mr. Sadr, we are proceeding according to procedure. Next, we need the cooperation of your father, Mr. Sadr. Please contact him.”

"Thank you!"

After speaking, the two turned around decisively and left as if their lives depended on it.

After they left, Sadr Jr. contacted his elderly father by phone and learned that his father was arguing with members of parliament. Sadr Jr. then quickly hung up the phone.

By 5 p.m., the casualty figures for 13th Street were finally tallied.

At the scene of the fire, the fire department found a total of 247 bodies, including men and women, and people of all ages.

Upon receiving the statistics, the Iraqi government did not hold a press conference immediately. Instead, they sent the relevant materials to Qatar, to Al Udeid Air Base, and finally to Benjamin. When the written and video materials were placed before Benjamin, the well-traveled general felt a wave of dizziness and nearly collapsed to the ground.

Because in those photos and videos, it is very clear that those vehicles belong to America's Baghdad command.

Especially those water trucks.

It also has the American flag and labels for the corresponding military branches on it.

He pressed his hand to his head, taking a long time to calm himself before finally raising his head and saying to Parker beside him:

"Contact the Iraqi military base in Baghdad, find the soldier who drove out that day, and execute him on the spot!"

"Just kill them, don't waste time!"

The menacing words made Parker involuntarily take a step back, but he quickly stepped forward again and asked in a low voice:

"There's no need for that, it's just a few Japanese who died!"

To his advice, Benjamin simply looked up and gave a single assessment: "Idiot!"

"A complete and utter idiot!"

“Iraq did not hold a press conference immediately, but instead sent us this information, so we need to give an answer.”

“We can do this in secret. We can drop a bomb and kill everyone, and then we can say that we made a mistake, that the intelligence we received was wrong, which led to the accidental bombing.”

"No one dares to utter a single word of dissent!"

“But what they did was different. This was torture and murder. Any normal person who sees these photos and videos will feel sympathy for the Japanese who died.”

"Even someone like me feels heartbroken seeing this, and I think all those guys there deserve to die."

"These bastards have put us on the opposite side of almost all countries."

"They deserve to die, understand?"

"Such a fool deserves to die!"

Listening to Benjamin's continuous curses, Parker knew that the general commanding from the front lines was angry.

He didn't continue to persuade him, but instead turned around, walked out of the office, and went to organize the relevant instructions according to the program's requirements.

In less than 10 minutes, he reappeared in Benjamin's office with the relevant orders. After checking them, Benjamin signed his name and stamped the document without hesitation, and sent the scanned copy to Brian in Florida.

With the original documents in hand, Parker boarded a plane bound for Baghdad, Iraq, and arrived three hours later.

Upon landing, he immediately pulled out the command to the people who came to greet him. Upon seeing the command, the Baghdad base commander did not dare to be negligent and immediately summoned all the people who had driven that day.

As the group gathered, the commander of the Baghdad base was about to offer some words of persuasion when Parker nodded to the soldiers who had come with him.

Before boarding the plane, these soldiers were informed by Parker of their purpose for coming. Now that the suspects have been identified, their job is to eliminate them.

Without hesitation, they raised their guns and pulled the triggers on those who had once been their comrades.

The bullet pierced through the air, and the men driving the water truck were instantly killed.

With the people dealt with, Parker waved the command in his hand and handed it to the Baghdad base commander: "Delete the information of these people immediately. Do not leave any information in their files!"

"They are not American soldiers; they are just a few imposters."

"I believe you can organize the files properly. If you don't, General Benjamin will come in person, and even General Brian will come!"

After leaving those words, Parker took out his camera and took several photos of the corpse on the ground, especially its face.

After taking the photos, he took the soldiers and boarded the helicopter.

While they waited, the helicopter refueled, the doors closed, and it sped toward the Qatari air force base.

Meanwhile, in America, Florida, at the headquarters of the America Central Command.

Brian Langley, commander of America's Central Command, also received a message from Benjamin.

After reading the information, Brian sat in front of the computer for a long time, and finally picked up the phone and called the headquarters of several other war zones.

Invite them to join a conference call.

Soon, the conference call began, and Brian calmly took out the documents and had his secretary distribute them.

The secretary was very efficient; in just a few minutes, the documents were distributed to everyone present.

After everyone had looked at the materials for a while, Brian said softly:
“Someone is going over my head, going over Benjamin’s head, to tell our troops stationed in Iraq what to do and to send those idiots to do the stupidest of tasks.”

"Everyone, what should we do?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Hilde, the commander of the European theater, asked with a smile, "Brian, why don't you put it more clearly?"

"who is it?"

There was a hint of disdain in Hilde's voice, which Brian noticed. He didn't say much, but simply stated calmly:
“Our president, or rather, the organization behind the president’s rise to power.”

"We need to confront them directly now and have a proper discussion about the distribution of benefits, what we can do, and what we cannot do."

“What happened last night would be unacceptable anywhere.”

“That’s absolutely impossible!” Hilde interjected naturally, and soon his gentle voice rang out:
“Our president cannot have any blemishes, otherwise he cannot come out and admit to this.”

"As for the capitalists behind the president, that's even less likely. They've always been dedicated to hiding themselves in the shadows and quietly making their living."

"They are incapable of having any sense of morality or righteousness, so your meeting today is a waste of time."

"Alright, meeting adjourned!" With that, Hilde was the first to shut down communications and disconnect, followed by the other command posts.

In the end, Brian was left all alone, sitting in the conference room.

After sitting in the conference room for a long time, Brian took out his phone and called the pilot who was on vacation: "Come back and send me to Washington! I want to see the president's statement on this matter in person."

…………

America, Washington, D.C.

Brian acted quickly; the software data began to be transmitted before he even boarded the plane, and the transmission was completed before he even disembarked.

After getting off the plane, he easily appeared in front of Barack, slapped the documents over, and Brian pointed to the large pile of documents, calmly asking:

"Mr. President, please tell me, whose order was this?"

(End of this chapter)