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Chapter 66: Give Up Again! (First Update!)

The two of them spent several hours, working until late at night, before they finished organizing the plan. They then spent several more hours checking for omissions and making sure there were no omissions before copying the plans for several cities onto paper.

Young Sadr took the plan to arrange personnel, vehicles and supplies.

As soon as he reached the door, Khalid stopped him and said, "After you have made all the arrangements, spread the word that someone is planning to attack Baghdad International Airport."

Little Sadr paused for a moment before he understood Khalid's intention and nodded, "I understand!"

After watching little Sadr leave, Khalid continued to study the map.

After studying for a long time, he threw the small wooden stick in his hand directly onto the map.

Insufficient firepower, serious lack of firepower.

It's a pity that little Sadr doesn't have much money. If he had 100 million US dollars, then...

Forget it, I still hope that this operation will be successful and can successfully entertain the masters behind Sadr and make them willing to pay more money.

Then Sadr will be merciful and give little Sadr a little more money. Then he can use the money to go to Russia and get better equipment.

Everything needs to wait until success comes.

Lin Yi’s factory is being built too slowly.

If he could hand over all those cannons to me now, I would definitely be invincible.

Just smash their heads off.

Ah!
very annoying.

We need to do something else to improve our combat capabilities.

Thinking of this, Khalid stood up, collected all the things he had written not long ago, and set them on fire.

When the last piece of paper was burned out, he picked up the slippers and ground the ashes into powder bit by bit.

Then he picked up the ashes in his hands, walked out the door, felt the wind outside, raised his hands, and the wind from Karbala took away the ashes and disappeared without a trace.

After watching the ashes being carried away by the wind and completely disappearing, Khalid turned and walked towards the room on the left.

The room was still in the same mess as he had left it a few hours ago.

Looking at the things scattered on the ground by him, Khalid couldn't help sighing again.

After sighing, he bent down resignedly and began to clean up the mess on the ground.

After more than ten minutes, he cleaned up the mess on the ground.

He was very satisfied looking at the room that had become tidy again.

Finally, he walked to the operating table in the center, bent down, took out an electric pressure cooker from under the operating table, put it on the table, then crossed his arms over his chest, stared at the electric pressure cooker with his eyes, trying to see something from it.

But after looking for a long time, Khalid still couldn't see the flower, so he could only cross his arms and shake his head helplessly.

Pick up the screwdriver and pliers, disassemble the electric pressure cooker bit by bit, and arrange the parts one by one.

This time, he did not dwell on why the electric pressure cooker would increase the power of the explosion, but instead focused his attention on the signal receiving module.

As he looked at it, his eyes lit up, and he reached into his pocket with his right hand and took out the Nokia phone.

The palm-sized Nokia mobile phone is about the same size as the signal receiving module in a voltage cooker and can be just fit in.

If I replace this signal receiving module with my own Nokia mobile phone, can I get a longer remote control distance?

After hesitating for a moment, Khalid gritted his teeth and used a screwdriver to disassemble his Nokia phone, revealing the motherboard and battery.

A few minutes later, he stood there in a daze, holding the speaker cable in his left hand and a wire in his right hand.

G!

This phone is completely different from the ones I’ve played with before, and I need to find the corresponding circuit diagram to complete the wiring work.

very annoying.

Why don't those damn mobile phone manufacturers and those damn smugglers sell the old models of mobile phones anymore?
And why do those damn signal providers adjust the signal frequency bands?

Psycho. After cursing in his heart, Khalid picked up the screwdriver and the phone, ready to put his phone back.

One screw, two screws.

After more than ten minutes, he finished assembling the phone.

However, with more than a dozen extra screws, the phone wouldn't turn on.

After trying several times and still unable to turn on the phone, Khalid became furious and grabbed the phone and smashed it to the ground.

With a snap, the phone shattered into pieces on the ground.

After throwing his phone away, he no longer had the desire to stay in the room. The fatigue he had endured for several days also hit him at this time.

He walked out of the room cursing, crossed the yard cursing, walked into the room in the next yard cursing, lay on the bed, and was about to go to sleep.

The roar of a car was heard again outside the door, along with the sound of a group of young people laughing and playing.

He leaned out of the window and found that it was the group of young people from the organization who were learning to drive in the narrow alley under the guidance of others.

When these young people touched the car for the first time, they seemed very excited and kept screaming and shouting without any composure.

Unlike them, Khalid behind the window was not excited at all, because these young people were driving, and their mission might not be to transfer or raid, but simply to drive a car full of bombs and crash it into the target.

So he didn't understand why these young people were excited.

As he watched, a sudden idea came to his mind.

That means mobile phones can remotely control bombs, so can they also remotely control vehicles?
As soon as this thought appeared, it completely occupied his mind and became uncontrollable.

Now there are remote control toy cars.

So can we control the car remotely?
At that time, a large truck loaded with bombs will be remotely controlled and will be directly crashed into the American camp.

boom!
The more Khalid thought about it, the more excited he became. But soon, the excitement on his face disappeared, leaving only melancholy.

Because the technology does not allow it.

If the Sadr movement had such technology, it would have defeated other factions in Iraq and the Americans long ago. It would not have been hiding every day, nor would it have split and almost been destroyed in the past two years.

bother!
go to bed.

He fell asleep, but more than 100 kilometers north of Karbala, at Baghdadi-Assad Joint Air Base, American Air Force Commander Colster Howard could not sleep.

There's no other reason, it's just that I'm annoyed.

According to regulations, he can take one month's annual leave. In addition, Christmas is approaching, so Colster directly applied to his superiors for early annual leave, preparing to give his family a surprise at Christmas.

However, his superiors did not agree with his surprise idea and directly rejected his application for early annual leave.

Just very irritable.

When people get irritable, they want to find something to do.

After thinking it over, he picked up the phone on the table and began to assign work to his subordinates.

"The patrol density has been increased, from three shifts to four, and the time between patrols has been reduced."

"The Reaper drone air patrols have been extended. We must find those damned terrorists."

"For all those who are not on a mission, double the training intensity!"

After several orders were issued, there was wailing at the Assad Air Base. However, no matter how much they wailed, Koselt was the commander of the air base and the most powerful person in the air base.

The people below him can question his orders, but they have no right to refuse. Once an order is given, they must carry it out.

So, from that day on, America's fighter jets, helicopters, and drones took off frequently.

The patrol teams went out one after another, as if they knew no fatigue.

For a moment, everyone was wondering whether things were about to change in Iraq.

(End of this chapter)