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Chapter 603 ISI's Resurrection Once Again! (Second Update!)

After Lin Yi's reminder, Little Sader also remembered the area he had subconsciously ignored.

There's no way around it; the Middle East is the Arabs' home turf, and it's easier for them to do business in Arab-dominated areas.

As for Türkiye, and Eastern Europe, the Turkish people are a different ethnic group, namely Muslim Greeks.

Moreover, as the successor to the Ottoman Empire, which once ruled over Arabs, Türkiye has always coveted Syria, Iraq, and the Middle East.

It's just that no one has openly expressed their feelings about it.

Furthermore, the Turkish government has always maintained strict customs regulations against smuggling, so even though Türkiye is wealthier than Syria and Iraq, Sadr subconsciously overlooked this land.

Now, reminded of this, he suddenly realized that Türkiye's needs were definitely stronger than those of countries like Syria and Iraq.

As for Eastern Europe, it is a region even richer than Türkiye.

Moreover, those countries have always touted themselves as advanced, so they are certainly more willing to accept new things.

If I could smuggle a large number of mobile phones and home appliances into this country.

You can definitely earn more.

"Thank you for the reminder!" He clasped his hands together, mimicking the gesture of the Chinese, and bowed to Lin Yi. "I'll take a look at it later."

"Stop studying it!" Lin Yi glanced at the time on the wall, which was 10 PM, and pointed to the front door:
"Let's go find a place for a late-night snack!"

“Let’s go!” Little Sader readily agreed, but after taking a couple of steps, he seemed to suddenly remember something and turned back to Lin Yi, instructing him:
"I don't eat that dead fish!"

"That dish isn't available at the night market!" Lin Yi knew which dish Little Sader was referring to, rolled his eyes, and continued walking.

After confirming that there was no problem, Sadr followed happily. He had only taken a few steps when his cell phone rang.

The call connected, and a lot of noise came from the other end. After listening for only a few sentences, he looked at Lin Yi with a regretful expression:
"Sorry, my friend."

"I guess I won't be able to have this late-night snack!"

"A major battle has broken out in Mosul, I have to get back quickly."

Hearing this, Lin Yi took out his phone, checked flight tickets for Suzhou Airport and Shanghai Airport, and waved it at Little Sader:
"Don't go, the earliest flight is tomorrow morning at 7 o'clock!"

"All you can do now is eat, rest well, and get some rest so you can catch the earliest flight back tomorrow morning, or you can do it remotely."

Little Sadr didn't believe it, so he quickly checked the plane tickets and found that the earliest flight from the surrounding airports to the Middle East was at 7 a.m., just as Lin Yi had said. He was completely stunned.

Quickly close the browser window on your phone and call Khalid back, the person you just spoke to.

As she spoke, she followed behind Lin Yi.

"Evacuate the people first, yes, evacuate our people first, let the government troops go in, let the government troops go in."

"Our people are not yet a regular army!"

"Moreover, the government forces are well-equipped and capable. If we can't defeat them, then we can only try to launch a surprise attack."

"Don't try to show off at this time. Showing off at this time will not do you any good. It will only make people think you are a threat."

"Take those you can take, and leave the rest alone. You can't reason with those damned devils. The terrorist organization's knives and bullets will teach them a lesson!"

"I won't be back until tomorrow morning!"

"By the way, whatever you do, don't let my idiot brother boss people around!"

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Mosul, Iraq.

The sudden gunfire and explosions disrupted the rhythm of the city.

In the southeast corner of the city, Khalid put down the phone, looked at the group of people in front of him, and said without the slightest hesitation:
"The leader's order is to retreat!"

“We will cover the retreat of believers who are willing to come with us, and we will leave them alone if they are not willing to leave.”

"It's 4:34 PM now. You have 2 hours and 20 minutes left, which is 6:54 PM. Regardless of whether the others want to leave or not, everyone must gather here and retreat!"

Once the order was given, the more than 100 people brought to Mosul by Khalid to develop the Sadr movement immediately began to act, spreading out like a fishing net to inform the followers of the Sadr movement.

Terrorists and Mosul troops are still fighting in the northern part of the city. They have a few hours to spare, and if they make good use of these hours, they can survive safely.

Watching the others move, Khalid also led a few people and several drones, slowly making his way towards the north of the city.

Today's battle broke out too suddenly and was also very strange.

Judging from the explosions and gunfire, the ISI seems to have acquired new weapons, and even a large amount of heavy firepower.

He needed to go and see what these guys were using, and guess where their weapons might have come from.

Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you defeat them.

After moving forward for 1 kilometer, hearing the increasingly intense gunfire, Khalid did not continue forward but instead launched all of his drones.

Under the setting sun, the seemingly quiet and peaceful city was filled with gunshots, flames, and thick smoke. People were scattering and fleeing like a flock of sheep being driven away.

The road was jammed with cars, and people trying to escape were honking their horns frantically, but it was no use and only led to arguments.

After searching for several minutes with the drone, he located a terrorist squad.

A group of 12 people, dressed in traditional robes and with headscarves covering their heads, with only their eyes visible.

In his hand, he held a classic AK gun, but it was unclear whether it was an AK47 or an AK74.

But it was obvious that those guns were different from the ones Khalid had seen before; they looked brand new.

Very new!

Where did these guys get their guns?
Where did they get their money from?

The drone followed these people forward and saw something else: these guys were carrying pre-packaged TNT.

Upon seeing this, Khalid had a bad feeling: someone, or rather a country, was secretly supporting these terrorists.

This method of packaging TNT in smaller packages is a custom specific to the American people.

As is widely known, the Americans are not good people.

With this guess forming in his mind, Khalid quickly retrieved the drone, saved the relevant documents, and, carrying the drone and his men, hurried southeast.

Time might be tighter than he thought.

Upon returning to the southeastern community, Khalid discovered that the evacuation mobilization was not as easy as he had imagined.

Humans are strange creatures.

Fearing death yet reluctant to leave their homeland, those in the south who were willing to vote for the Sadr Movement were still unwilling to leave the city, even though the fighting was raging in the north. Left with no other choice, he had to abandon those unwilling to leave, and with his 100-odd men, escorted the thousands who were willing to leave, speeding south along the highway.

In the city, it would be difficult for his 100-plus men to deal with the terrorists if they were spread out, but in open areas, their marksmanship would surely ensure that those damned terrorists would not return alive.

Northwest of Mosul.

Surrounded by about a dozen people, Badri slowly walked into the tallest building in the block. Standing on the rooftop, he looked through binoculars at Mosul, which was slowly plunging into darkness. Watching the occasional flashes of light and listening to the continuous gunfire, a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

Last year, these people were driven out of Mosul by the NATO coalition forces led by America.

Now, with America's NATO forces gradually withdrawing, Mosul has finally returned to its own territory.

very good!
perfect!

As long as this area is controlled, neither Iraqi soldiers nor American soldiers will be a match for us.

Furthermore, he could use this place as a base to control a large area north of Mosul. At that point, he could harass Turkey to the north, attack Syria to the west, interfere with Iran to the east, and advance on Baghdad to the south.

He looked at the city in the darkness, and the more he looked, the happier he became.

Just as he was overjoyed, a faint voice came from the side:

“Mr. Badri, I hope you will remember the agreement: after taking Mosul, immediately send personnel to intercept them and allow them to enter Saudi Arabia and operate within its territory.”

That soft voice instantly ruined Badri's good mood. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly turned around, walking up to the man behind him. He grabbed the man's collar and said, "Mr. Eifan, you don't need to keep reminding me of my agreement with Albert!"

"I've said it before, I will do what I promise, I don't need you to keep reminding me! If there's a next time, you won't leave here alive!"

Despite being grabbed by the collar, Afran remained calm. He raised his right hand and gently slapped Badri's hand away, saying, "I was just reminding you!"

“If you don’t intend to breach the contract, then this has nothing to do with you.”

"If you're planning to break the contract from the beginning, then this is going to be very frustrating for you."

"But before you breach the contract, I think Mr. Badri should ask your ISI people whether they prefer to go back to the old days with their old, broken guns, or to be like this now, with brand new guns and powerful bombs, running rampant."

When it comes to weaponry and equipment, Badri falls silent instantly.

Their ability to hold their own against the Iraqi government forces stationed in Mosul this time was entirely due to equipment sponsored by Albert, which Israel had acquired cheaply from Ukraine.

These are much better weapons than their old ones. If they were still using those old weapons, they wouldn't even dare to look at the government troops, let alone fight them on equal terms.

As Badri exhaled a long puff of white air, he turned back and said to Afran:
"Don't worry, as soon as I take Mosul, I will immediately send men south, through Baghdad, into Saudi Arabia, and begin indiscriminate attacks within Saudi Arabia."

"At that time, you will be able to avenge your grudge."

"I hope so!" Hearing his promise, which he didn't know if it could be fulfilled, Eifan didn't show any extra expression on his face. He nodded, left a sentence, and turned to leave the rooftop.

After the Israeli man left, someone immediately ran over behind Badri, closed the rooftop door, and then stood guard by the door.

The remaining people looked at Badri with puzzled expressions, not quite understanding why he had agreed to this.

Terrorist attacks are okay to do occasionally, but if you do them every day and annoy people, you're very likely to face the iron fist.

In particular, their target is Saudi Arabia.

This country's army has a certain level of combat capability.

And they also have money.

If someone else were to carry out terrorist attacks in this country, they might be fine if they had connections, but those of them without connections are very likely to be wanted by Saudi Arabia after they have just committed terrorist attacks.

Then he got killed by those damn mercenaries.

Meeting their puzzled gazes, Badri picked up his binoculars and looked at the city ahead once more:

"Pass down the order: today's attack is over. Withdraw and rest."

"Get some rest, then we'll play again tomorrow!"

"Oh, right, tell them to start playing at 8 a.m. tomorrow, take a two-hour break at noon, and then play for another four hours in the afternoon."

"Dial it according to European working hours!"

As soon as the orders were issued, the group of people surrounding Badri immediately beamed with joy.

The agreement with Albert was that after taking Mosul, they would go to Saudi Arabia to cause trouble.

But they failed to capture Mosul.

You don't need to go.

Although it might seem a bit cunning, there's no rule that says you can't follow work hours during a war.

After receiving the order, the group turned and disappeared from the rooftop to relay it to various places.

Hols River.

It is a river that originates in the northern mountains, flows south, and eventually joins the Tigris River in Mosul.

This river, along with the Tigris, divides Mosul into three parts.

The old and new towns south of the Tigris River.

The old town in the northwest corner of the Tigris and Hors rivers.

The new urban area to the east and south of the Tigris and Hors rivers.

Badri and his forces were mainly fighting for control of the northwest region. Under their fierce offensive, the government forces could only retreat to the east bank of the Hols River, using the Hols River as a defensive line and exchanging fire with ISI terrorists across the river.

On the west bank of the Hols River, a group of terrorists were packing up, preparing to cross the river and launch a surprise attack on government forces on the other side.

Before they could even take action, orders from higher-ups were delivered to them.

【get off work】

This group of terrorists, from different countries and ethnicities, were completely bewildered when they saw the English word "off work".

Brother, there's a war going on!
We all need to infiltrate the other side and wipe them out. Do you think we can clock out now?

After repeated confirmation, it was confirmed that the message came from higher-ups. The terrorists on the front lines really wanted to run back, grab the higher-ups, and ask them if they had lost their minds.

However, no one took any action.

Because the fighting has been going on since morning, and although no one has been killed, a lot of shots have indeed been fired.

The recoil from the bullet hurt my hand.

It's time to go home!

(End of this chapter)