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Chapter 56 Where is my weapon? (First update!)

Is it my turn?

Ahmed's heart was completely active at this moment. He took two steps at a time and quickly came to Lin Yi and squatted down. He stroked the gas tank that was converted into a cannonball with his fingers and asked carefully:
"Can I put medicine in it?"

Lin Yi, who was dismantling the gas tank, stopped, turned around, and looked at Ahmed as if he were a dead person:

"I remember I told you not to commit suicide on this land."

"If you're courting death, you'll die miserably. Take out that piece of paper and I'll explain this to you."

While he was talking, his hands did not stop moving. In a few minutes, the gas tank that had just been turned into a shell container was disassembled by Lin Yi and turned into parts, which were neatly laid on the three-colored striped cloth.

Under Ahmed's gaze, Lin Yi grabbed the parts and introduced them one by one:

"This is what you'll use to hold the fuse. You just need to put the fulminate of mercury here, and then put the ignition powder here, and you'll have a complete fuse."

"Before you use it, do you see this thread? Screw it onto the gas tank, then remove this latch."

"Enough."

"Then there's the can. You just grab the handle and twist it hard to split it into two parts."

"After unscrewing it, you can fill it with gunpowder. Once it's full, you can install the tail of the mortar shell."

"Once the tail is installed, you can fill the tail with propellant."

"The hole here corresponds to the medicine pack, which is the picture I gave you."

"When fully loaded, you can reach the maximum range. Every time you remove a charge, the attack range decreases by one to two hundred meters."

"It depends on the situation on the battlefield."

"Now, put these things back together yourself."

He took off his gloves and threw them into Ahmed's arms. Lin Yi clasped his hands in front of his chest, turned around and retreated to the side of the mortar that had just been erected, and raised his hand to signal Ahmed to operate it.

Ahmed stood on the cement floor, like a cedar tree standing proudly in the Hindu Kush Mountains.

A pair of light blue eyes stared at the parts with piercing eyes.

It seems as if it is ready to see through these parts with a passionate gaze.

After looking for a long time, he turned around and looked at Lin Yi with a bitter face:

"How about you do it again?"

Lin Yi was speechless. He just walked to the corner of the warehouse, opened a cardboard box in the corner, took the canned food and walked back:
"Come, I'll teach you how to make biological weapons."

Under the bright light, the herring printed on the can is so dazzling and eye-catching.

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The entrance to the terminal building of Zanwu Airport.

Khalid stopped, turned around and looked at the four people behind him, nodded slightly, and began to explain:

"Mohammed, after I'm gone, you will be the elder of these three people. As an elder, you must behave like an elder."

"I know you're impatient, but you have to keep your composure. You have to bring these three people and our goods back safely."

"Ahmed, Barry, Jaber, this trip to China is a very rare experience."

"While waiting for the delivery of the goods, you should see as much as possible and think about as many problems as possible."

"Then bring the goods back and tell our compatriots what you have seen and heard this time, and tell them what a safe and prosperous country should look like."

"Okay, without further ado, I'm leaving first."

Pursing his lips and patting the shoulders of the four people in front of him again, Khalid turned around gracefully, walked into the ticket gate, and disappeared with the crowd.

Ahmed and his three companions at the entrance waited until Khalid's back disappeared before they turned around and left.

An hour later, the Emirates plane, loaded with passengers and cargo, streaked across the sky and disappeared behind the clouds. After more than ten hours of long-distance flight, the plane arrived in Dubai.

Here, Khalid completed the transfer procedures and after waiting for several hours, he set out on his journey home again.

Najaf, a city in southern Iraq.

Stepping off the plane and feeling the dryness in the air and the unique smell of dust, Khalid knew that he was home.

When I returned home and felt the familiar atmosphere, the haze in my heart completely disappeared, and I was left with only joy.

As soon as he walked out of the airport exit, he saw the person who came to pick him up.

Khalid walked over naturally and hugged and kissed these people on the cheek.

After completing the greeting process, he took out the aircraft check-in documents from his briefcase and took these people to the aircraft cargo check-in area.

After submitting the bill, the airport staff acted quickly. In just 10 minutes, they brought Khalid's cargo to the airport with two large trailers.

The people who came to greet Khalid had their eyes widened bigger than those of cows after seeing clearly what was on the trailer.

I wanted to ask a few questions, but before I could open my mouth, I was interrupted by Khalid.

Khalid's rank is higher than theirs, so they naturally have to obey Khalid's orders.

Putting aside their curiosity, these people pushed trailers, dragged the goods out of the airport, and loaded them onto their own vehicles.

After returning the trailer and stepping on the accelerator, the truck carrying the cargo headed north. After driving more than 100 kilometers, it arrived at another city - Karbala.

The city is located on the banks of the Euphrates River.

The Euphrates River brought fertile land to the city.

Over thousands of years, countless people have come here and left behind legends.

This is also one of the four holy cities of Shia.

The vehicle Khalid was riding in eventually stopped in front of a mosque east of the city center, near the wetland park.

Before the car came to a complete stop, a bearded man in his 30s walked out of the mosque quickly, stopped in front of the car, looked at Khalid eagerly, and asked excitedly:

"Where's the weapon you mentioned? Where is it? Let me see it."

After flying for more than twenty hours and then taking a car for several hours, Khalid was very tired, but he also knew very well that now was not the time to rest.

He nodded slightly to the little Sadr in front of him, got out of the passenger seat, turned and walked to the rear of the car, took out the key and opened the truck door.

He asked his subordinates to get into the carriage, move all the things out of the carriage, unpack them, and display them all in front of little Sadr.

In the dim light, seeing these odds and ends and these rice cookers, little Sadr's body stiffened for a moment, like a stone.

rice cooker?
A clearly cut gas tank?

And... canned rotten meat, which is explicitly prohibited by Islamic teachings?

After a long moment, he shifted his gaze from the truck compartment to Khalid.

He opened his mouth, and some curse words climbed up his throat to the corners of his mouth. Just as he was about to blurt out, he swallowed them back.

After taking several deep breaths and adjusting his composure, he stared at Khalid and asked as softly as possible:

"I remember that your purpose in going out this time was to find some easily available pressure vessels, purchase them, modify them, and eventually use them as our weapons."

"But where are my weapons?"

"Can you tell me where my weapon is?"

After speaking softly, little Sadr suddenly put his hands on Khalid's shoulders and shook them wildly. The leader of the Sadrist movement suddenly went crazy and started roaring:
"Where are my weapons? Tell me, where are my weapons?"

(End of this chapter)