I manufacture weapons in the Middle East and am wanted globally?

Chapter 84 From this moment on, I will not allow anyone to raise their voice at me!

Saif's hand holding the binoculars was still trembling—

The student who was considered a poor student got a perfect score!

The Libyan war has never seen such a record before; it's truly an incredible stroke of luck.

Hallelujah Jesus, Allah, and Hong Xiuquan have blessed us!!

"Withdraw! Withdraw quickly!" The adjutant grabbed his arm. "NATO reinforcements will be here soon; we're too close to them!"

Saif suddenly came to his senses.

"Get out of here! Everyone get in the car! Quick!" He jumped into the car and shouted.

If I get blown up, then I'm doomed!

The soldiers hurriedly loaded the remaining wooden crates containing the drones onto the truck. One of them tripped and fell, but got up and continued running while still holding the crate, limping.

The operator stuffed the remote control into his bag, not even having time to zip it up, and jumped onto the pickup truck with the bag in hand.

The convoy sped along the road and soon disappeared in the direction of the coastal highway.

Less than 20 minutes after they left, a convoy of seven or eight pickup trucks came from the direction of Ajdabiya, with cargo beds...

Opposition fighters in rags-colored uniforms stood inside, and heavy machine guns and anti-tank rocket launchers were mounted on the vehicles.

The lead pickup truck braked at the edge of the base, its tires leaving a long skid mark on the sandy ground.

A man in his forties jumped out of the passenger seat, wearing a desert-colored tactical jacket, a checkered bandana on his head, and sunglasses.

He took a few steps forward, stood at the edge of the still-smoking ruins, took off his sunglasses, and stared in disbelief.

The wreckage of three Rafale fighter jets lay across the tarmac. The composite material of the fuselage was burned down to the skeleton, and the cockpit had collapsed into a flat, black crater. The remains of the instrument panel and seat were scattered around and were still smoking.

There was still some unburned fuel residue on it.

"Help! Help!"

The man in the lead shouted in fear.

Saif's convoy sped along the coastal highway, a thrilling chase. He sat in the back, his fingers still trembling slightly, as he used his phone to report the good news to his father.

Doodle

The first time, no one answered.

Saif frowned and dialed it again.

Dudu's call went through this time, but it wasn't Gaddafi's voice that answered; it was a woman's voice.

"Mr. Saif? The President is in a meeting and cannot answer the phone."

Opposite them were the Amazon Guard, the all-female bodyguard unit that accompanied her father.

Sometimes Saif thought that his father had embodied all the traits of an "incompetent" emperor from ancient times; deep down, he was a chauvinist!

What use are those women besides being pretty?

"Hand the phone to my father, I have something urgent, something very important."

"Mr. Saif, the President is saying, 'I told you, it's urgent!'"

Saif's voice suddenly rose half an octave, "Can you shoulder the responsibility for NATO matters?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then the woman said softly, "Please wait a moment," and footsteps sounded, her high heels clicking on the marble floor, getting further and further away.

Saif leaned back in his seat, took a deep breath, and his chest heaved violently.

After waiting for about two or three minutes, a familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding impatient: "Saif, my son, I'm in a meeting. What's up?"

Saif sat up straight, pressed his phone even closer to his body, and spoke rapidly, as if afraid of being interrupted.

"Father, we discovered a temporary French forward operating base outside Ajdabiya: three Rafale fighter jets, two refueling trucks, and a command tent. I destroyed them all!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

After a long pause, Colonel Gaddafi exploded in fury, "(Coward)! Have you been on drugs again?!?!"

Saif paused for a moment, then hurriedly said, "No, no, I used the drones I brought back. It was a saturation attack. Their makeshift airfield had no air defense at all."

"It was blown to smithereens by me!!"

He swallowed hard. "Father, we can completely rely on drones to develop new tactics, guerrilla warfare—hit and run. No complicated logistical support is needed; one person and a remote control are all it takes. Today we bomb their airfield, tomorrow their oil depot, and so on..."

"Even if NATO has overwhelming air superiority, it can't stop the ubiquitous mosquitoes from blowing up their command post."

Gaddafi's breathing became rapid on the other side—

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Father, I swear to Allah!!" Saif said hastily.

Colonel Katarina's voice suddenly rose, "Well done!!! He truly is my son!"

"Saif, you are Libya's sharpest arrow!"

"Buy me a large quantity of those drones, as many as you can get. From now on, you don't need to stay in Ajdabiya anymore. I authorize you to form a dedicated drone unit, reporting directly to me, bypassing the Ministry of Defense and the Military Intelligence Bureau, and giving it priority in all resources."

Saif's heart suddenly raced, blood rushed to his head, and his ears rang.

"Yes, Father."

"If your record is impressive enough, I will declare you my successor, Saif!"

The Crown Prince? The position of Crown Prince is beckoning to me?

Saif's mind went blank; he didn't even know how he hung up the phone. His lips slowly parted into a wide grin, reaching his ears and revealing a set of white teeth.

Although his father did not designate a successor, everyone knew who he was grooming: his second son, Saif al-Islam Gaddafi!

And this Saif was the seventh son—

"adjutant."

He opened his eyes, his voice filled with an irrepressible excitement.

"exist!"

"Contact all frontline troops. I need to know where NATO's temporary airfields are, as well as their supply lines, oil depots, ammunition depots, command posts, and all valuable targets. Mark them all for me."

The adjutant paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously, took out a map and pen from his canvas bag, and began to take notes.

Saif picked up his phone again, scrolled through his contacts, and found a name—Bruce.

"We're not going back to Ajdabiya yet," he shouted to the driver. "Find a safe place to park; I need to make an important call."

Chen Zheng was at a meat processing plant in Zahle, a business owned by Nabil Taha.

A few days ago, Khalid called him and told him that his factory had almost been raided. The old man was so scared that he almost peed his pants, and then he became furious!

Because he and Chen Zheng are now in the same interest group, if you blow up the factory, you're just making me unable to make money, aren't you?

Damn it!!!

Damn it!!!

Through his investigation, he finally found the person behind the bounty.

There are four local artisan workshop owners in total. They have some connection, but not much.

Nabil's intelligence network in the Bekaa Valley, which he had cultivated for 20 years, was like a fine spider web. He only needed to make a few phone calls, buy a few cups of coffee, and slip in some cash, and those names would emerge from every corner.

Then he directly hired people to kidnap their entire family.

This is why Chen Zheng is here.

"Bring the man out," Nabil said to his subordinates.

Several subordinates opened the cold storage doors, and cold air rushed out from the cracks in the doors. They pulled out more than a dozen men, women, and children, many of whom had frozen to death; their bodies were stiff and their lips were purple.

Some people were still alive, trembling on the ground, their lips quivering so they couldn't utter a complete sentence, only muffled whimpers.

Nabil rubbed his hands together and stood next to him. "Mr. Bruce, these are the four companies that have been operating workshops in the Bekaa Valley for over a decade, making refurbished guns and replica magazines. Their business isn't big, but they're cunning. The bounty was raised by them."

He paused, then lowered his voice and added, "1.5 each, it was pooled together."

Chen Zheng took the cigarette out of his mouth, sighed, and shook his head.

"Mr. Nabil, how could you be so cruel?"

Nabil was taken aback.

Chen Zheng walked up to the nearest workshop owner, bent down, and looked closely at the face that was purple from the cold.

Chen straightened up, put the cigarette back in his mouth, and turned to look at Nabil.

"Doesn't your meat processing plant have a cutting machine?"

The cold storage was quiet for a moment.

Nabil blinked and nodded vigorously, like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Yes, yes, yes, it was just imported from Germany last year. It's a fully automatic band saw that can cut half a pig's shoulder, and the bones are cut like tofu."

He turned around. "Turn on the machine! Warm it up, and drag these guys over there!!"

The younger brother responded and dragged the four workshop owners toward the cutting workshop!

Soon after, screams came from inside.

"That's terrible." Boss Chen shook his head, then tapped his chest three times, like a devout Christian.

A teenager was pinned to the ground by two burly men. He had freckles on his face and was wearing a gray robe covered in ash and ice crystals.

His eyes were fixed on Chen Zheng as he roared, "Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!!"

"When I grow up, I will kill you all!!!"

The sound echoed in the empty cutting workshop.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at them.

Chen Zheng paused for a moment, then he smiled.

He patted Khalid on the shoulder and laughed until tears streamed down his face.

"Young people are just full of vigor!"

"I like!"

Chen Zheng gave a thumbs up.

He looked around, his gaze sweeping across the workshop before finally settling on a wooden chopping board in the corner. A meat cleaver was stuck in the board, its blade thick and its handle made of wood, blackened and shiny from being soaked in grease.

He walked over, grasped the axe handle, and pulled it off the chopping board.

He weighed the axe in his hand; it was quite heavy, with a forward center of gravity, indicating it was a heavy-duty chopping axe specifically designed for splitting bones.

The two burly men who were holding the boy down instinctively looked at Nabil. Nabil nodded slightly, and the two men released their grip and retreated to the wall.

The boy stood in the center of the workshop, with an empty space around him.

His body was trembling, his knees were slightly bent as if he might collapse at any moment, but he gritted his teeth and stood up, his chin raised, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Chen Zheng.

The others who were being held down began to struggle. The workshop owners' family members, wives, elderly people, and distant relatives cried out, begged for mercy, cursed in Arabic, and tried to pounce, but were kicked in the back of the knee by someone next to them, fell to their knees, and were held down again.

Chen Zheng walked over carrying an axe, the blade drawing an arc under the fluorescent light.

Chen Zheng stood in front of him, looking down at him, the axe hanging at his side, the blade pressed against the seam of his trousers.

He clicked his tongue twice, shook his head, and said, "I'm sorry, you can't grow up."

He raised the axe.

The boy's pupils contracted sharply, and fear finally welled up in his bloodshot eyes.

But Chen Zheng's axe had already fallen!

The weight of the meat cleaver, combined with Chen Zheng's full strength, slammed down with a whooshing sound.

That head was rolling around on the ground!

Then the headless corpse sprayed blood, which directly covered Chen Zheng.

Boss Chen glanced back furtively, then said, "From now on, I won't allow anyone to raise their voice at me!!"

Nabil's breathing became somewhat rapid.

Just then, Chen Zheng's phone rang. He answered it expressionlessly, "Hello!"

The next second—

His eyes cleared instantly, and a smile immediately appeared on his face. "Mr. Saif?! Good evening!! No problem, no problem at all, what could I possibly need you for? Just tell me!"

Nabil: ? ? ? ?

He glanced at Khalid, who looked up without saying a word.

I can't bear the shame~