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Chapter 652 Saler: You fucking idiot! (Third update!)
The very center of the storm is calmer than the outside because of the eye of the storm.

China is at the center of this storm, while Saudi Arabia is on the periphery.

More than 1 kilometers away, Lin Yi flapped his wings, and the wind generated by his wings completely disrupted Saudi Arabia.

In the wealthy district of Riyadh, the lavish private club in Lahman was devoid of its usual glitz and glamour; instead, a somber atmosphere prevailed.

The original pool table for recreation was removed and replaced with a sand table model of Riyadh.

Lahman stood beside the exquisite sand table, holding flags of different colors, and kept planting them in the corresponding areas.

After all the flags were planted, the door to the room was pushed open, and a dozen or so people dressed in white robes and headscarves, just like him, entered the room. The door then closed, and these people went to the sand table, looked at it, and asked Lahman:
"Do you want to do it?"

Lahman did not reply, but simply raised his hand and silenced the others.

He didn't speak, and neither did the others; they just watched from the sidelines.

The room fell silent, and remained silent.

After a silence of more than half an hour, the phone rang abruptly, breaking the stillness. Lahman quickly answered the phone and asked the person on the other end, "Are you ready?"

A cheerful voice came from the other end: "Mr. Lahman, we are ready, as soon as the war begins."

"We can break through the National Guard's defenses within 10 minutes, defeat those guys, and then completely take over the palace!"

Lahman was very satisfied with the replies from these people, then told them to get ready before hanging up the phone.

The noise of the phone being hung up was quite loud, naturally attracting the attention of everyone else.

These people watched Lahman silently, waiting for him to say what he would say next.

At this moment, Lahman spoke up: "Everyone is well aware of the purpose of inviting you here today, so I don't need to elaborate further."

"I'll start assigning tasks now!"

"What you need to do is launch attacks and eliminate targets according to the tasks you have been assigned."

"If we succeed this time, Saudi Arabia will have a new king, and you, my dear brothers, will be able to get more money and do more of what you love!"

"My mission is to lead my men to storm the palace and kill Saler."

“I am the main attacker. Once the battle begins, the attention of the entire city will fall on my side. You will need to take over the corresponding positions at that time.”

"Kaya, your mission is to seize the national television station. After taking control, immediately release a message saying that the brothers Saeed and Sal have disregarded the country and human ethics and betrayed national interests in pursuit of so-called longevity."

"Labari, your mission is to take over the embassy district. You must ensure the safety of the foreign envoys there. If we can finish this quickly, they will have no choice but to admit it, even if they don't want to!"

"Hardsia, your mission is to take over the airport and not let anyone escape."

"Barkrid, your mission is to take over the air defense base. Once it's taken, the anti-aircraft missiles will be ready. If any aircraft takes off, whether military or civilian, shoot them down immediately..."

As Lahman's voice fell, commands were issued one by one, and those who received the commands quickly left, until finally, only Lahman remained in the room.

He glanced at the sand table on the table, then picked up the stick next to him and slammed it down hard on the location of the palace. With a crash, a groove appeared on the expensive block sand table.

After finishing tapping the sand table, Lahman turned around and walked out through another door. Instead of using the main or side doors of the clubhouse, he left through the clubhouse's underground passage.

royal palace.

Sall and Musa stood in front of a sand table, with Alwad, the commander-in-chief of the Saudi National Guard, beside them.

In addition, there were some who were loyal to Sal and Said.

Saller's fingers moved across the sand table, and Musa's voice, following his fingers, rose beside him:
"According to intelligence reports, those guys who are close to Lahman entered Lahman's clubhouse not long ago."

"They came out after a short while."

"So, it's pretty much certain they'll make their move tonight, but the exact time is still being investigated by the intelligence department."

"If we're lucky, we should be able to track them down. If we're unlucky, we can only wait for them to make the first move and then retaliate passively."

After hearing these words, Sale slapped his hand on the sand table, then pressed his hand to his brow: "Once this is over, I'll allocate some funds for you to reorganize the intelligence department."

"At a time like this, we still can't get any useful intelligence."

After refuting the intelligence department, he turned to Alwad beside him and said, "I hope the National Guard won't cause me any trouble at this time!"

The members of the Saudi National Guard are mainly from tribes loyal to the royal family. They are all carefully selected, and the Saudi royal family has specially purchased a large amount of advanced equipment for these National Guard members and granted them some unique powers.

It can be said that the National Guard is the last card the Saudi royal family holds in their hands.

Alwad shook his head vigorously, then nodded vigorously: "Your Majesty, please rest assured, the National Guard will always be the sharpest knife in your hand, and the strongest shield in your hand."

"Even if we are defeated, the rebels will only come to you after all the members of our Revolutionary Guard are wiped out."

"Don't talk about that!" Salle waved his hand and pointed to the sand table: "Go check the defenses again. Remember, as long as that bastard Lahman doesn't make a move, it doesn't matter."

"If he dares to make a move, he must die today, and his family too!"

"No one can protect him!"

"Go down now!"

Upon receiving the order, Alwad turned and left with a few National Guard members, while the remaining people in the room looked expectantly at Sall.

In this game, Saller has a very high chance of winning.

This is a situation where things are already going well; all they have to do is stand by and cheer, and then wait for the outcome.

If someone doesn't show any reaction at this point, it means they are incredibly stupid.

Noticing their gazes, Salle tapped his head and turned to them, saying, "Use your connections to calm everyone in the city down. Tell them to get some rest, and everything will be fine by tomorrow morning."

It was a nice bonus, and these people took the orders and left quickly to stabilize the city as Salle had requested.

They left, leaving only Musa and Sal in the room.

At this moment, Sall looked up and asked Musa, "Have those Russian mercenaries arrived yet?"

His question brought a smile to Musa's face, but it was a smile of triumph:
“We transported 500 people across the border using the method of ants moving house.”

“We brought 500 fully armed men, and we also transported those tanks over.”

"With these 500 men and several tanks, no matter what Lahman's confidence in rebelling is, he will run into an impenetrable wall."

"Either he crashes through the impenetrable wall with a bloody head, or he is killed by crashing into it."

“Okay!” Saller nodded, walked to the sofa next to him, sat down, closed his eyes, and began to regulate his breathing rhythmically.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. Since I can't sleep, I might as well not try to sleep at all.

After a while, he suddenly let out a soft chuckle, which grew louder and louder until it turned into a hearty laugh.

Musa was arranging work when he heard the sound. He quickly turned around and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"

Saller stopped laughing and waved his hand. "It's nothing. I just laugh when I think about how they've been plotting for so long, finally seizing this opportunity to launch their attack, and then getting their heads smashed." He laughed twice more after saying that.

After hearing his words, Musa shook his head with a somewhat solemn expression: "Although we have been trying to induce them to launch this operation."

"But the dust hasn't settled yet, so we'd better not laugh too much. If something goes wrong, they'll be laughing even louder than we expect."

“That’s true!” Saller nodded, leaned back on the sofa, and closed his eyes to rest.

He closed his eyes to rest, but to the southwest, in the Sulaymaniyah district adjacent to the Nasir district, many people had opened their eyes.

Riyadh's urban layout places the main administrative institutions and key functional departments in the southwest of the city.

This area is closer to the mountains, and its overall climate is cooler than the northeastern region, which is closer to the desert.

But as cool as it is, this area is also a good hiding place because it is close to the mountains.

The people who opened their eyes in the Sulaymaniyah district were all members of the Saudi army who supported Lahman.

After learning that Saeed had gone to China in search of the so-called gene-enhancing drug, Lahman separated these people and weapons, and, following the principle of "blind spots," transported the weapons and personnel into the Sulaymaniyah region in batches.

With the help of his allies, he separated these people and hid them in several hundred square kilometers of land in the Sulaymaniyah region.

At that moment, these people were awakened by the message on the walkie-talkie and rushed to the place where they hid their weapons as fast as they could, took out their weapons, and began to prepare.

In the Hilton Hotel’s massive underground parking garage, the stairwell doors opened, and dozens of burly men dressed in Arab robes rushed out of the stairwell and ran towards a corner of the underground parking garage.

In a corner of the parking lot, there were a lot of things covered by dark green tarpaulins.

These people ran over, cut the cables on the dark green tarpaulin with knives, and lifted the tarpaulin to reveal an M60 tank underneath.

There were a total of 12 vehicles.

Judging from the marks on their exteriors, these 12 M60 tanks have been through a lot, but they are still tanks.

These people quickly climbed into the tank, started it, and drove it out of the underground parking lot under the direction of others.

These 12 tanks had a clear objective. As soon as they stepped out of the underground parking lot, they turned their heads and looked northeast.

To catch the thief, first catch the king. As long as we kill Saler, everything will be fine!

When the tank appeared, the others naturally took it as their leader, gathering around it from all directions and following behind it.

The Hilton Hotel is not far from the Royal Palace, less than 8 kilometers away as the crow flies. Between the two are some buildings and desert and Gobi desert with no buildings.

However, this group did not cut in a straight line, but instead moved along the road.

The deployment of 12 tanks, along with a large group of people behind them, created quite a commotion, naturally attracting the attention of residents around the road.

These residents had never seen anything like it before. One by one, they took out their phones to call their relatives and friends, telling them to be careful.

After finishing the call, he quickly opened his phone's camera and took pictures of the group of passersby.

After taking the photos, I quickly posted them on social media.

royal palace.

Salle, who was resting with his eyes closed, was woken up by Musa. In his bewildered state, Musa placed a laptop with social media accounts logged in and a computer connected to a drone, which could share the drone's view, in front of him.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table: "We overestimated them!"

His voice was a mix of anger and amusement. Sall's brain slowly began to work, and he focused his attention on the two laptops in front of him.

On the left is a computer logged into social media accounts.

There's a ton of content above.

All the IP addresses are from Saudi Arabia.

As for the content…

It’s a bit hard to put into words.

[I'm in the Sulaymaniyah district. Can anyone tell me why someone would drive a tank and carry a gun out in the middle of the night?]

What are they trying to do?

I don't know, but I've already gone out with my gun. I'll go check it out!

【I don't know either. I don't have any money, so I only brought some biscuits and yogurt. Anyone want to eat together later?】

I'm eating right now!

As Saller scrolled through the posts, his face grew increasingly grim, because he had easily figured out the group's activities from these posts.

According to the latest news, this group is currently located on Prince Ahmed Road, south of the Royal Palace, at the big corner.

It is 2 kilometers away from the southwest corner of the palace.

He didn't know what to say about these people, whether they were stupid or the other side was a rebel army.

They're not stupid, but their actions are incredibly stupid.

tangled.

Sighing, Saller looked at another computer screen, which displayed the view from the drone's perspective.

The people controlling these drones are mercenaries that Saudi Arabia leased from Russia.

Their defensive positions were located outside the royal palace.

However, the other party was too high-profile, so they had no choice but to deploy drones, keeping them above the other party's head the entire time to monitor them.

Tanks are moving, and drones are moving too.

The two sides maintained a steady pace, slowly making their way towards the palace along Prince Ahmed Road.

And there are not just one such drone perspective, but a total of six.

With six perspectives, the entire main force was under surveillance. Perhaps for the sake of easier surveillance, the Russian mercenaries also turned on the drone's built-in lights to shine down from a high vantage point.

With the help of the lights, Saller could even count how many rebels there were on the screen.

These people were completely unprepared for the drones overhead.

It seems everyone assumes the drones overhead are friendly.

At that moment, he completely broke down.

He cast a pleading look at Musa: "Tell me, these people aren't from our country, they're not Saudis, they're...they're..."

"They're damn Africans!"

(End of this chapter)