Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 131 A New "Nickname"

"Hurry up and pack your things, Dortmund!" Press grabbed his camera and ran out the door: "Our old friend has big news again!"

“Lieutenant General Amir?” Dortmund had to stop writing his manuscript. “Oh my god, I haven’t finished recording his retort to Hilbert yet! That’s going to be the headline in tomorrow’s papers!”

"Then maybe there will be two headlines tomorrow."

"What? What did he do now?"

"The lieutenant general gave King Setis of Hashim a sound beating in the United Nations restroom!"

Press exclaimed excitedly, "Only by understanding the course of the war can we comprehend the reasons why the lieutenant general took action; this is punishment for a traitor!"

We need to write about this in detail and produce a long report!

Press was thrilled: "I've even thought of a headline for the news: 'The Wrath of the Arabs: Justice Transformed into an Iron Fist of Fury!'"

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Next, Lu Lin underwent a transfer comparable to that of a special agent.

He was taken to the airport as quickly as possible, boarded a plane with only himself, and flew away from New York.

Fighter jets provided escort during this period.

The journey was smooth, and by the time he landed at Riyadh airport, it was already late at night.

The entire airport was under martial law, with the royal army sealing off every exit in layers. Lu Lin felt like he was being handed over layer by layer like a valuable cargo. He also saw at least three of his imposters get into the same bulletproof cars and drive off in different directions.

"The person has been received. All done."

Lu Lin nudged the person next to him, somewhat curiously asking, "Are you special agents?"

The man in standard operational gear paused for a moment, then carefully replied, "We are operatives from a special emergency response team, and our mission is to protect your personal safety."

Oh, a dual-commission version of the KGB!

The car soon arrived at the Ministry of National Defense. As soon as they entered the gate, Lu Lin could feel the atmosphere in the car relax a little.

The person who came to greet Lu Lin was the commander-in-chief, General Naif. The old-fashioned general frowned as soon as he saw Lu Lin and said, "Do you know that you have caused a great disaster?"

Lu Lin: "Are you talking about me stuffing Setis into the toilet?"

General Naif choked for a moment: "Yes, yes, that's right, and there's also your declaration of war against Zion! These are major national affairs, how could you just decide on your own?"

"Amir!" At that moment, King Shams's portly figure appeared at the gate. Seeing the bloodstain on his nephew's shoulder, he exclaimed in shock, "What happened! I heard that you were the one who beat Setis up? Why are you the one who's injured?"

Lu Lin explained, "It's not very convenient to use only one hand when fighting, so I accidentally reopened the wound."

King Shams nodded, then a thought struck him: "Hey? What if we turn the tables and frame Setis for striking first?"

General Naif Khan: "Your Majesty, how could you use the word 'framing'?"

"So that's a setup?" King Shams waved his hand. "Anyway, they're all our own people, and it won't get out. Get the gist of it, get the gist of it!"

Lu Lin noticed the special agent from the "Special Emergency Response Team" standing to the side, whose eyes were constantly scanning like radar.

It seems they want to find out who the spy is.

"His Majesty."

"Call me Uncle!" King Shams feigned anger.

“Uncle,” Lu Lin readily agreed, “I hope you can remove me from my post. After all, my actions have had a terrible impact on the country, and I am really not suitable to continue serving as a lieutenant general. This is also to give an explanation to other countries.”

"Silly child, who hasn't been impulsive when they were young?" King Shams said kindly. "Besides, I just promoted you to lieutenant general in front of everyone a few days ago. If I were to go back on my word now, wouldn't that make me lose all my prestige?"

Lu Lin: "Wouldn't it be a bit inappropriate not to punish them?"

Shams thought for a moment and said, "Then... a week of confinement will do! After all, you're a high-ranking official now, we can't let it affect your work too much!"

The king then looked at General Naif and the other ministers present: "What do you think?" General Naif was immediately silenced. He finally realized what it meant to be "favored and fearless".

No wonder this kid didn't seem to care at all when he came back.

And there was something else that terrified him: could Amir really take off his military rank?
If war really breaks out later, who else besides him can become the marshal of Shuangzhi?

So he could only reply, "It is entirely up to Your Majesty to decide."

Seeing that the general had expressed his opinion, the other ministers had no choice but to follow suit.

After that, King Shams left first. It was already late at night, and for the elderly, the most important aspect of health preservation is getting enough sleep.

The fact that the king was willing to come to see his nephew so late at night already showed that he valued him highly.

The area where Lu Lin was confined was naturally chosen to be the National Defense Building, where security was tight and not even a fly could get in.

The next morning, however, a familiar person brought him new news.

"Khalid?" Lu Lin looked at his former adjutant with some surprise.

"After the war, I went to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but in the end, I still only got news about you," Khalid joked. "It's just that I changed my work location."

"Let's stop with the small talk. The UN has already issued its ruling on you."

Lu Lin asked curiously, "What kind of things are there?"

Khalid solemnly read out the report: "By the ruling of the UN Security Council, we express our deepest regret over the violent acts committed by members of the Shuangzhi delegation at the United Nations and impose the following two diplomatic penalties:
First, the UN pass of Amir bin Mohammed bin Abdulaziz Al Saud is suspended for one year (and shall not be lifted except as necessary).

Second, Shuangzhi needs to compensate the United Nations for the cost of repairing the restrooms, amounting to $2.3.

There was a brief silence.

Lu Lin tentatively asked, "Is that all?"

Khalid nodded: "It's over."

Lu Lin's mouth dropped open. He had originally thought that Shuangzhi would be pressured by the United Nations because of his actions!

The result was a one-year ban from attending the UN General Assembly, plus some financial compensation.
“I guess this is the kind of news you’re looking for,” Khalid said, pulling out a few more newspapers and placing them in front of him. “After you beat up King Setis, Hashim immediately protested to the United Nations, demanding severe punishment for you. At the same time, most Western countries also condemned your actions, claiming that they were barbaric and violated international law.”

"Then what?"

Khalid pulled out a newspaper and placed it under his eyes.

The front page featured a clear photo, taken at a perfect moment.

Despite his injured shoulder, Lu Lin greeted the cheers of the Arab nations with the composure of a victor, while King Setis, soaked to the bone, was being helped away from the arena.

The report also explained why Lieutenant General Amir of Shuangzhi took such an outrageous action and analyzed the infighting among Arab countries during the war.

"Because of this photo, you now have a new nickname internationally," Khalid couldn't help but chuckle.

Mad dog?

Barbarians of the Middle East?

We can't call it the Toilet Smasher!

Lu Lin asked, "What new nickname?"

“The boxing champion,” Khalid said. “They all call you the Middle Eastern boxing champion now.”

Lu Lin looked at the layout in the photo and nodded slightly.

You know what, it really does look a bit like it.

(End of this chapter)