Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 45 The Strong Men (Part 1)

"An emergency special UN General Assembly?"

Sultan looked utterly shocked when he heard the news.

"What's there to be nervous about? Just think of it as a trip to New York." Lu Lin didn't find it surprising at all. "This is also a way of showing goodwill. The United States is eager to win us over right now."

"What's fun in New York?" Sheila asked.

Lu Lin thought for a moment: "There's the Statue of Liberty, Times Square, and Central Park. There's also a chain fast food restaurant there that makes really good burgers."

What is a hamburger?

"junk food."

"??"

Musta entered in single file with more than twenty servants, their silk robes rustling as they swept across the marble floor.

Behind her, a small mountain of sandalwood chests with copper-inlaid corners stood, and six strong men were struggling to move a carved bed.

"What's going on? Am I moving?" Lu Lin couldn't help but ask.

Musta smiled and unfolded his ivory fan: "Nowhere is as comfortable as home. This journey is not short. I have prepared some things for you. You just need to take a look yourself."

It was practically as if they were peeling the plaster off their own walls.

Besides basic necessities and clothing, he also saw birdcages, mattresses, coffee machines, and toilets.
"What do you do?" he asked, looking at a man wearing leather gloves and a mink hat.

"I am your falconer, Your Highness," the man said respectfully. "I have over twenty years of experience raising falcons and am also an expert in veterinary medicine."

Lu Lin immediately understood.

So, not only these items, but even these people are part of the luggage?
"That's enough, all of these are unnecessary!"

Lu Lin was a bit overwhelmed, but then he came up with a reason: "I am attending the conference as a soldier representing Shuangzhi. There is no need for such a large-scale entourage. There should be regulations in the military discipline regarding the travel of officers of the rank of colonel and colonel. I will just follow those regulations!"

Seeing this, Musta could not dissuade his son, so he had no choice but to give up. At Lu Lin's insistence, he finally only brought a few sets of clothes and two male servants who understood Saxon.

“Remember to bring me a gift!” Sheila called out.

Lu Lin made a face.

The following morning, Lu Lin arrived at Riyadh National Airport.

Although the craters from the Zion airstrike two weeks ago have not yet been filled, the royal area has already been restored to normal operation.

The runway was filled with large Boeing passenger planes, and baggage handlers were constantly moving back and forth.

Lu Lin clicked his tongue in amazement. The number of their private jets might be more than the number of fighter jets in the entire country! Anyone who didn't know better would think they were on a group vacation!

"Hey, little Amir, where's your luggage?"

A flippant voice came from behind. Lu Lin turned around and saw a flamboyantly dressed young man followed by a retinue carrying a jewel-encrusted incense burner: "You only brought this many people? You didn't even bring a prayer rug, did you?"

Looking at the large entourage of servants following behind the other party, Lu Lin frowned slightly. Was this how extravagant and wasteful people were?

Just as he was about to retort, a group of servants wearing gold headbands suddenly stepped between the two and naturally took Lu Lin's luggage.

"His Highness the Prince invites you to ride with him," the head attendant said, bowing.

The young man immediately fell silent, because these servants were all from the royal palace, and he couldn't afford to offend them.

The moment Lu Lin stepped onto the gangway, he heard the young man mutter under his breath, "What's with the pretentious act?"

Lu Lin stopped in his tracks, then turned around and strode up to the young man, who was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly.

Seeing his cowardly appearance, Lu Lin lost interest, cursed him as a "worm," and turned to board the plane again.

Upon entering the warehouse, he saw Muhammad reviewing documents with his head down. The old prince merely glanced at him and said, "Find a seat anywhere." Lu Lin then found a seat by the window and began to admire the luxurious interior.

Swarovski crystal chandeliers hang from the dome, the walls are covered with Italian suede, the cabin floors are covered with handmade Persian carpets, and the armrests are engraved with royal crests.

It's so luxurious it's breathtaking.

"A Coke, please." Lu Lin reached out his hand.

Soon the flight attendant brought out the Coke, slowly bubbling, with ice cubes added.

Lu Lin took a sip and felt refreshed all over.

"No wonder the Americans make sure their soldiers have access to this stuff during wartime; it's practically a mental tonic."

He smacked his lips and quickly finished the glass of cola.

Prince Mohammed said, "We'll fly to Cairo first to consult with other Arab countries, and then fly together to New York to attend the UN General Assembly."

"Who?"

"You might be able to exchange combat experience with some princes, nobles, ministers, and military officers."

Lu Lin said he didn't care.

But a square-faced man with thick eyebrows and big eyes quickly came to mind.

I never imagined I would be meeting those Middle Eastern strongmen so soon.

Four hours later, Shuangzhi's passenger plane landed smoothly at Cairo's airport.

The ministers, led by Prince Muhammad, represented Shuangzhi at this meeting between Arab League member states.

The entire airport has been completely locked down, and security guards are everywhere.

As soon as Lu Lin got off the plane, he saw a group of people in suits and white robes coming to greet him.

"(Peace be with you, Muhammad!)"

Prince Muhammad also shook hands with the visitor, giving the same response.

The visitor was Duleva Sadane, Vice President of Masr and also President Ferdinand's deputy.

"If I remember correctly, is this the guy who won the Nobel Peace Prize?"

Lu Lin had a vague impression of it.

"Who is this young man?"

“My sixth son,” Prince Mohammed smiled. “Amir ibn Mohammed ibn Abdulaziz Al Saud.”

Duller suddenly realized: "Oh! That's the hero who defeated Zion! I heard you destroyed eighty Zion tanks, what a young hero!"

Lu Lin felt a little embarrassed, thinking to himself, "How come the rumors are getting more and more outrageous?"
"You can go to the lounge to rest for a while; the other friends are already waiting for you."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Dulleva took Prince Mohammed's hand and headed towards the VIP lounge, where they saw two men standing under a no-smoking sign, puffing away.

"Let me introduce you. This is His Highness Idris, Crown Prince of the Lirvia Royal Family, and this is Captain Brad von Meyer Joseph of the Lirvia Army."

Duleva also introduced the representatives of Shuangzhi to Lirvia. After exchanging greetings with Prince Muhammad, the captain named Joseph took the initiative to extend his hand to Lu Lin and said with a smile, "Compared with Your Excellency the Major General, how dare we call ourselves brave?"

The more Lu Lin looked at the young man, the more familiar he seemed: shoulder-length curly hair, a fine beard, and deep-set, vulture-like eyes.
Holy crap, a youth version of "King of Kings"?

He then grasped the other man's hand: "The circumstances left me with no other choice."

(End of this chapter)