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Chapter 605 Dragging Everyone Down! (First Update!)

After uttering these extremely provocative words, Badri hung up the phone and turned to look at the group of confidants behind him.

By this time, they had occupied the area north of the Tigris River in Mosul.

Next, all they need to do is cross the Tigris River and occupy the southern part of the Tigris River, and they will have Mosul completely under their control.

This is an achievement that no previous organization has been able to reach.

He did it.

However, if he were to completely capture Mosul, he would have to follow his previous agreement with Albert and send people south to Saudi Arabia.

That will definitely anger those damned Middle Eastern princes.

My people need to go to Saudi Arabia and use Saudi Arabia to make a name for themselves, but not now; that time will have to be postponed for at least two months.

He cleared his throat and calmly began, "At this rate, we can take Mosul within a week."

"However, we cannot take Mosul yet."

"So next, I need you to do some things."

"First, we need to take over the southern region of the Tigris River in Mosul, and extend the timeframe for completely occupying this area to about three months."

"In other words, starting tomorrow, our offensive against the region south of the Tigris River cannot be so intense."

"Of course, we won't do nothing during these three months. We need to consolidate our current occupied territories during these three months."

"At the same time, expand our personnel!"

"At most, even if we include the people from the Fourth and Fifth Brigades who joined today, we only have about 1000 people."

"I hope that in three months, this number will increase fivefold, or even add a zero!"

These confidants were all well aware of Badri and Albert's agreement, so after Badri finished speaking, they all nodded in approval.

After all, they've already gone so far as to become terrorists; who would want to be controlled by others?
Just as they were preparing to take their leave and carry out Badri's orders, Badri spoke up once more:
"I need you to disperse during these three months!"

The moment the word "scattered" was uttered, a grim expression immediately appeared on the faces of the people present.

If I remember correctly, they once split up their forces in the mountains north of Mosul.

The teams that went to Iran and Türkiye to expand their operations were repeatedly defeated by the armies of those two countries within their own borders.

However, their resilience in the face of setbacks has honed their fighting prowess to a considerable degree.

There aren't enough people.

The people who developed in northern Iraq were generally not very well-developed, but their numbers were high, and their combat skills and equipment were relatively poor.

People who developed in northern Syria are much the same.

As for those who went to western Syria with Badri, they are now with God, enjoying milk and honey, as well as the 72 beautiful virgins.

Now they want to divide their forces? Isn't that just asking for trouble?

Sensing their lack of understanding, Badri gently shook his head:

"I'm sorry, I didn't explain myself clearly!"

"I don't mean dividing the troops like last time. Last time, we distributed our troops to several neighboring countries."

"The original intention was to spread out so that everyone could draw on the resources of the surrounding countries."

"But I forgot that these countries have been at war. Although we can draw on their resources, what we do will cause dissatisfaction among the surrounding countries, and these countries will then seek help from the United Nations and the five great philanthropists."

"But the five philanthropists, for the sake of their reputation, will not hesitate to help us, and will beat us severely."

"Therefore, this time when we divide our forces, we need to expand the scope."

"Expand it to the whole world!"

“For example, wealthy Europe, Russia, America, and Asia.”

“I don’t believe there aren’t extremists in these places. We can make money more easily in these places, and if our people are scattered in these places, we can fight back if they want to attack us again.”

"If they dare to make a move, we'll fight them to the death!"

“As long as they assess our risks as high enough, they will become hesitant, and that will be the time for us to snowball our growth.”

“If we seize this opportunity, we can expand to a point where they can no longer control it.”

His analysis also made the eyes of his close confidants light up.

That makes sense.

Take America's NATO forces as an example. If they have a large force in Europe, and America launches an attack, their large force in Europe can also launch an attack simultaneously.

Whether it's a bomb attack or arson, it will cause great panic among ordinary people. If, at this time, they also use social media to post information about NATO forces, it will cause even more panic.

In a state of panic, ordinary citizens will inevitably condemn the NATO coalition. With public opinion influencing them, they will take further actions, which will certainly restrain the NATO coalition. At that time, the threat posed by the NATO coalition to them will naturally be eliminated.

It can be done!
Under Badri's watchful eye, the men nodded in agreement with the decision.

With their consent, Badri began arranging their next move.

"Radred, take a few dozen men and go to Syria first. Then, take a ship from Syria to Europe. Once you get to Europe, go to Paris, France."

"I will have someone else contact you and provide you with initial weapons, ammunition, and operational funds."

“Seth, you’re going to Russia, but remember, in Russia, you must try to avoid conflicts with the locals. And your mission is not to cause destruction, your mission is to develop and lure those fearless Russian soldiers to join us.”

"Mudka, you go..."

In about 10 minutes, Badri had arranged places for the people around him. However, he did not let them set off immediately, but told them to prepare for a while before going out.

During this period, he needed to consolidate his rule in Mosul.

Under his arrangement, the ISI offensive in southern Mosul slowed down on the second day, and there was not even a gunshot all day. This quiet made the people of Mosul, as well as the Iraqi Army's 5th and 4th Brigades of the 2nd Division who were still stationed in southern Mosul, begin to question their existence.

Of course, they did not launch an attack.

Because they were short of ammunition and supplies from the rear were slow to arrive.

They now have only three choices: first, to fight tenaciously until the very last second.

The second one is to run away.

The third option is to join if you can't beat them.

As for which one to choose, it depends on the attitude of these terrorists towards them.

If these terrorists are going to kill the prisoners, then all they can do is run away.

If they don't kill prisoners, then you can choose option 3.

With trepidation, they waited for nightfall once more. After dark, the remaining members of the 4th and 5th Brigades became more vigilant to prevent the terrorists from launching a nighttime attack.

But it was another peaceful night.

ISI did not launch an attack, not even a single shot was fired. Unable to understand the terrorists' intentions, the survivors could only continue to live in fear.

…………

Al Udeid Air Base, Qatar.

The intelligence about Mosul was also sent here immediately by America's intelligence agents stationed in Mosul.

Parker presented the relevant intelligence to Benjamin, lined it up in a row, then stepped back two paces and stood to the side.

"Intelligence personnel analyzed that these terrorists might be planning something big, but they didn't know exactly what it was."

"He now needs to confirm whether he needs to continue following up. If he does, he may need to join the terrorist camp first."

"Furthermore, based on the photographs taken and after gathering sufficient evidence, our intelligence experts concluded that the people supporting these terrorists behind the scenes this time are Israelis."

Speaking of the Israelis, Parker stepped forward and pulled out a photograph from a pile of intelligence.

The photo shows a 120mm mortar, and next to it stands Badri, the leader of the ISI.

Looking at the photo from the right, near Badri's feet, at the rear of the mortar, there is a set of raised steel stamps. Although they have been deliberately scratched, it is still possible to barely make out that this series of stamps is the serial number of this mortar.

After showing the photo, Parker pulled out a record sheet.

In the middle of the record sheet, there is a record circled in red.

At the very beginning is the serial number, followed by the name, 120mm mortar, and then the serial number of this mortar, which is exactly the same as the serial number in the photo.

The final purchaser was Israel.

Holding these two items in his hands, Benjamin felt increasingly frustrated.

This 120mm mortar is considered heavy firepower and is a key target of surveillance by the armies of various countries. Losing even one would result in a large number of people suffering.

But this key target, which most countries need to monitor, has moved from Israel to Iraq.

Under these circumstances, this item could not have been stolen.

However, recent public statements from Israel have not revealed which country they intend to provide weapons and equipment to.

Therefore, these weapons and equipment were indeed secretly provided by Israel.

These stupid pigs!

No, calling them pigs is an insult to pigs.

He put down the two documents, turned to Parker and said:
"Don't tell anyone about this. Just pretend you don't know anything."

Parker nodded to indicate that he understood, then stepped forward and collected the documents on the table. "What about Iraq?"

When Iraq was mentioned, Benjamin scratched his head and said, "I've already reported it, but General Brian hasn't replied yet, so we can just ignore it."

"It is estimated that domestic attention will only shift to Iraq after Libya has been completely wiped out."

"So we don't need to do anything during this time. We just need to keep the intelligence flow open and keep an eye on things. You can go now."

"Understood!" Parker nodded, picked up the pile of documents that could be thrown in the trash, and left.

As soon as he left, Benjamin picked up the phone on the table and called the logistics officer, Eisent.

Less than 20 minutes later, Eisent, who had gained weight, appeared in front of Benjamin.

Eisent raised his hand in a less-than-perfect American salute and asked in a low voice, "General, is there something you need?"

"Something came up!" Benjamin nodded, leaned forward, placed both hands on the table, interlaced his fingers, striking a pose similar to Commander Ikari's:

"You've heard about the recent surge in terrorist activity, haven't you?"

“I’ve heard about it!” Eisen nodded. “But I haven’t received any orders to prepare supplies.”

“It’s right that we didn’t receive it! The country doesn’t intend to get involved.” After explaining this, Benjamin fixed his gaze on Eisent, then whispered:
"I called you here so you can contact your Japanese friend and ask him to get some anti-terrorism equipment."

The topic shifted so abruptly that Eisent was caught off guard. He scratched his head: "Anti-terrorism equipment? How do I get it? What are the requirements?"

Require?

Benjamin frowned; this was indeed a big problem.

I just want to make money, but there has to be a way to do it.

At least let people know that although the product is a bit expensive, it is genuine and usable.

It's not meant to deceive people.

After thinking for a moment, he spread his hands on the table and said, "It needs to be high-end, classy, ​​and unforgettable."

After saying that, she blinked, looking innocent and naive.

After hearing his request, Eisent didn't hesitate for a second. He raised his hand and slapped himself across the face. His face turned red visibly after the slap.

Feeling the pain on his face, he finally realized he wasn't dreaming.

Instead, they truly heard the request just now.

He sighed deeply and said weakly, "General, this is not a request."

“If you want us to make anti-terrorism equipment, you should at least have a general direction.”

"Is it firearms, weapons, and ammunition? Is it auxiliary support equipment? Is it demolition equipment? Or is it medical emergency equipment?"

“You need to provide clear directions for these things, otherwise, no one can figure them out.”

"High-end, classy, ​​and sophisticated, should it be inlaid with gold or diamonds?"

Eisent's reminder also made Benjamin realize how outrageous his demands were.

He grabbed an A4 sheet of paper from a drawer, picked up a pen, and began writing and drawing on it.

After more than half an hour of organizing, he had transferred all his requirements onto an A4 sheet of paper.

The paper was then handed to Escent, who was completely stunned after reading the requirements.

In the picture, Benjamin hastily drew a stick figure wearing a powered exoskeleton with a 12.7mm machine gun on each side, each loaded with hundreds of rounds of ammunition.

On its back are four small missiles.

As for the head, that's the terminal that controls this device.

At this very moment, the stick figure he drew is jumping over a ditch marked 5 meters.

After reading all this, he had a lot of complaints stuck in his throat, and he didn't know whether to spit them out or not.

He wanted to tell Benjamin that this was impossible, but he found Benjamin staring straight at him, clearly knowing it was impossible too.

Finally, Eisent could only say helplessly, "I'll pass this on to Roosevelt and have him prepare the relevant PowerPoint presentation before sending it to you."

Benjamin wanted this PowerPoint presentation, and upon hearing this, he gave a thumbs up: "Brilliant!"

(End of this chapter)