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Chapter 69: Murderous Intentions! (First Update!)

mind?

What do you mind?
Of course I don’t mind!

Lin Yi instantly immersed himself in the role. The anger on his face disappeared, leaving only a full scrutiny. He looked Ahmed up and down, then lightly hooked his finger.
"Let's go and talk in the office."

There were still a few people left in front of the office building. Only the bank staff and Ji Shuangshuang were still finishing up. When they saw Lin Yi coming and Ahmed behind him, they were very tactful and didn't say anything.

Ahmed, however, looked at the busy people, walked quickly behind Lin Yi, and lowered his voice:
"Mr. Lin, what's this?"

"My subordinates have worked hard and have been with me through thick and thin. Now that I have money, I will give them some bonuses."

Ahmed stopped and looked at the people who were counting money and leaving. After a few seconds, he quickly turned around and followed Lin Yi:
“What do they usually do with the money?”

"Hmm——" The strange question made Lin Yi stop.

Except for a few locals with better skills, the rest of the workers in the factory are almost all from other places. Working outside for many years has made them accustomed to receiving a little living allowance on a regular basis and settling the bill together at the end of the year.

It is precisely because of this that they have the courage, or rather, are willing to follow Lin Yi and share the joys and sorrows.

As for what they will do after getting the money.

Not sure, but I can guess.

He turned around, looked at the people leaving, and whispered to Ahmed, "They will keep enough money to meet their basic needs and deposit most of it in the bank."

"When I go home for the New Year, I will buy new clothes and some small gifts for the children and the elderly at home."

"Some people will kill a pig and celebrate the New Year."

"When they have saved enough money, they might move to the city, or they might tear down their old house and build a new one in their hometown."

Having said that, Lin Yi turned around and smiled at Ahmed: "In fact, ordinary people all over the world are similar."

Leaving this sentence, he quickly turned around and went upstairs.

Passing by the technical department office, Ahmed took another look inside and found that he really couldn't understand the things hanging in the office, so he decisively withdrew his gaze and followed Lin Yi closely.

After walking into the office and seating everyone on the sofa, Lin Yi took out his father's treasured tea collection.

After brewing, it was brought to Ahmed:

"Qingming Maojian, I personally like this flavor very much."

"Tell me more about your pledge of allegiance."

After saying this, he sat down opposite Ahmed with his arms and legs spread wide, looking like an old cadre looking at a younger person.

Ahmed saw his calm demeanor. The Iraqi Arab didn't rush to speak, but instead took a sip of the tea from his cup, staring intently at it as he spoke:

"We are going to spend an unforgettable Christmas with Americans."

"This is our token of loyalty."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head again and said, "Mr. Sadr conveyed his hope that after this pledge of allegiance, Your Excellency would give him more support."

As he spoke, there was a hint of expectation in his eyes, hoping that the person opposite him would give a positive answer.

Then, he saw Lin Yi raise his right hand, slowly raise his slender index finger, and then gently shake it:
"Mr. Ahmed, as a serious businessman, I need to correct you. There is no so-called support, nor any so-called pledge of allegiance."

"We are just conducting normal business activities and conducting normal transactions."

"The goods here are of good quality and low price. As long as it's not too outrageous, you should be able to find it here."

After saying some ambiguous words, Lin Yi leaned forward, picked up his own cup of tea, and moved the cup forward a little, as if he was raising his glass to celebrate.

This action made Ahmed's blue eyes slowly light up, and he also picked up the teacup in his hand and handed it forward.

The two teacups touched each other.

There was a ding sound.

…………

In a park on the banks of the Tigris River in Mosul, Iraq.

CIA agent Bain Field tiptoed to the trash can in the park, sat down on the bench next to the trash can, took out the book tucked under his arm, opened it, and began to read slowly.

At this time, an Arab who looked very ordinary came and sat on the bench behind him, took out the book he had tucked under his arm and started reading.

After watching for a while, the Arab bent down and began to tie his shoelaces.

After a while, the Arab stood up and left. After the man disappeared, Bernfield bent down and began to tie his shoelaces.

But his eyes were not on the shoelaces. Instead, he was looking around. After confirming that there was no one around, he quickly reached out and picked up a piece of paper the size of a corn kernel from the ground under the bench.

After smoothly stuffing the corn-kernel-sized paper ball into his socks, Bernfield read a book for a while before getting up and walking to the other side.

After walking for more than ten minutes, they came to a deserted place. Bain couldn't wait to open the paper ball and saw the information on it at a glance.

ISI prepares to attack Baghdad International Airport on Christmas Day

Seeing this information, the CIA agent did not dare to delay and quickly turned around and walked towards his residence.

After returning to his residence, he took out a mobile phone wrapped in a plastic bag from behind the bathroom mirror, took out the phone, found the only number in the phone, edited and sent the message he had just seen.

After sending the message, he wrapped the phone in a plastic bag and put it back behind the bathroom mirror.

He turned and walked out of the room, out of his residence, and continued the unfinished work of the morning.

His identity in Mosul was a grain merchant.

Anbar Province, Baghdadi, Al-Assad Joint Base.

American Commander Colster Howard was overwhelmed by the news from the Qatar front command.

As for the people in the ISI organization, he wanted to hang them all up and burn them alive.

But the problem is that these people are just like the leeks in the field. After you cut one crop, there will always be another crop left. No matter how hard you try, you can never cut them all.

It's very annoying.

Moreover, these people are like rats. At the slightest sign of trouble, they will run into the desert and hide in a hole.

Even if they were not in the desert, they would hide in the house, holding a gun, squatting there quietly and shooting.

He didn't want to see these guys at all, but the problem was that they were going to attack Baghdad International Airport. Colster was well aware of the purpose of the American military presence in Iraq. In order to obtain oil, the Pentagon used every possible excuse, even to the point of shamelessness, to keep a group of people in Iraq.

If Baghdad International Airport were to suffer a terrorist attack with heavy casualties, international public opinion would be a little unpleasant.

Of course, even if the public opinion is not good, it has nothing to do with him.

After all, when those boring reporters come to me with cameras and annoy me, I will greet them with 5.56mm bullets.

But the problem is that if Baghdad International Airport is attacked during his term of office, it will give others an excuse. In order to protect their own positions, those guys will definitely form their own forces and find ways to stab him in the back.

International public opinion is not important; the knife from behind is what matters.

In order to continue to sit in this position, Kolster had no choice but to hold his nose and call together his intelligence officers and special forces to discuss how to deal with the situation.

Meanwhile, in Karbala, Khalid, clutching a piece of intelligence, looked at little Sadr in disbelief.

"What do you mean ISI is really planning to take over Baghdad International Airport?"

Little Sadr pursed his lips, pointed at the note in Khalid's hand, and said word by word:

"I'm telling you, the intelligence you have is real. It's not something I fabricated to confuse the Americans."

"I haven't had time to send out the intelligence I obtained."

This time, Khalid was confused.

He really wanted to catch those ISI bastards, pry open their heads with a hammer, and take a good look at what was inside their brains.

The main activities of this gang are in Anbar Province and northern Mosul. There is also an airport in Mosul, but that airport has been shut down due to the activities of this gang.

In other words, in central and northern Iraq, and even for Iraq to the outside world, there is only one international airport left: Baghdad International Airport.

Then these guys with shit in their brains actually wanted to destroy this only passage.

Are they idiots?

Shutting down Baghdad International Airport will not affect Americans, only Iraqis will be affected.

Even their Sadr movement will have a great impact.

These damn pigs.

No, pigs are smarter than them.

After turning around twice with the intelligence in hand, Khalid suddenly slapped his thigh:
"We have to help the Americans this time."

"Ah?" The sudden change of topic made little Sadr very confused. It was clear that not long ago that everyone was discussing how to kill the Americans, but how come they turned around and wanted to help the Americans?

Khalid saw his confusion, waved the intelligence in his hand, and explained:
“Baghdad International Airport has the most routes!”

"Before our identities were completely exposed, Baghdad International Airport was our important channel for external communication."

"And having one more channel means we have one more option when transporting special items, with less risk of exposure."

"If these guys stop the operation, we will have no choice but to transfer through small airports or ports."

"That would just create a lot of trouble out of thin air."

"On this point, our needs are consistent with those of the Americans. At the very least, we must help the Americans and prevent this attack."

After explaining, Khalid took out a lighter and ignited the information, then threw it on the ground. Then he walked to the map next to him, swiping his finger on the map while asking little Sadr:
"Can you find out which group is about to take action?"

Sadr then pointed to a small town called Habbaniya in western Baghdad: "It should be the guys operating in Habbaniya."

"According to the intelligence we have, ISI personnel showed up here not long ago."

"There are about 20 of them, and they are the ISI members closest to Baghdad that we know of."

boom!
Khalid punched him, then pointed at Habbaniyya:
"Let our people go out and track these guys as much as possible, and then pass on the information to the government forces and the Americans as much as possible."

Little Sadr did not have much opinion on Khalid's arrangements. He took note of the important points, turned around and prepared to leave.

Just as he took a step forward, Khalid suddenly called out to him:
"Remember, when you hand over the information, do it in the name of the Awakening Committee."

Upon hearing this, little Sadr gave a thumbs up, then turned and left with a smile.

The Awakening Councils are a sectarian opposition group in Syria, also known as the Sunni Awakening Movement. Their main goal is to oppose extremism and strive for Sunni representation in political and security institutions.

It is mainly composed of tribal armed forces in Anbar Province, and it receives assistance from America to help fight the ISI organization.

Although they are both Sunni members of the ISI, they have a grudge against the ISI, and many members of the Awakening Committee have parted ways and joined the ISI.

A natural enemy.

It is only natural for the Awakening Committee to reveal intelligence about the ISI.

At the very least, it can prevent the ISI from launching direct attacks on the Sadr movement.

It’s not that we can’t defeat these people, it’s mainly because they are so inhumane.

Habbaniyah, located about 75 kilometers west of Baghdad, is a very ordinary small town.

Located on the banks of the Euphrates River, south of Habbaniyah is Lake Habbaniyah, the desert pearl of Iraq.

Under the setting sun, on the road from Habbaniyya to Baghdad, four seemingly inconspicuous pickup trucks were leisurely and slowly moving towards the east.

In the passenger seat of the front pickup truck sat Omar, the commander of this operation. He held a scripture in both hands, looking intently at it while softly chanting:
You shall try this punishment. Those who disbelieve will be punished by the Fire.

As the sun slowly set, Omar put away his book and took out a map from the locker in front of the passenger seat. He then took out a pen and began to lay out the map. As he did so, he explained to the driver in the driver's seat:
"Noor, when we get to Baghdad, this car will be yours."

"Your mission is to drive to the southwest of the airport and crash into the military museum."

"Behind that military museum are government agencies and an air force airport. If there's an explosion, they'll definitely go there."

"Then we can take the opportunity to sneak into the waiting hall of the international airport and send those damn guys to hell."

After explaining the mission, Omar tore open the map and handed the one marked with the Military Museum to the pilot, then patted him on the shoulder.

"Noor, remember, we are children of God. Our death is but a return to God. He is already in Paradise, ready with milk, honey, and 72 virgins."

"We are not dying, we are simply returning to God to enjoy the life we ​​were meant to have."

“May Allah bless you!”

(End of this chapter)