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Chapter 99: Take a Gamble! (Third Update!)
The words "regular organization" hit Ali Hussein on the head like a hammer, silencing him.

If I were a regular organization, he would be the one to take over. But people like him are not even worthy of carrying my shoes.

After a long while, he secretly made a decision in his heart, then lowered his voice and said to Jardel:

"Give it a try. Contact him and tell him we need some weapons specifically designed to attack armored targets. As for the price, add 30% to the international average market price."

After saying this number, Ali Hussein stopped talking, turned around twice, and returned to Jadel:

“No, 100%.”

"30% of the price is not enough to attract the other party."

Unlike him, Jardel was not that excited.

He waited until Ali Hussein calmed down a bit before raising his concerns:
"Chief, I think we are a little too hasty."

"Urgent?" Ali Hussein shook his head slightly and pointed his hand to the sky in the south.

Unlike southern cities, the power supply in Mosul is a bit tight, so Mosul is not very bright at night. Occasionally, some flashes can be seen in the sky in the direction of Ali Hussein's finger, and along with the flashes, bursts of thunder can be heard.

As an old man in the ISI, Jadel knew exactly what it was.

That's a bomb exploding.

It's just not clear which branch of the ISI is fighting America.

But none of that matters. What matters is that I am not dead yet and can continue to live.

After Jadel looked to the south, Ali Hussein withdrew his hand, returned to his previous position, sat down with his legs crossed, and explained softly with a hint of preaching in his tone:
"You just said that the Americans used a new way of fighting. This means that the Americans have already started to kill."

"They've gone crazy trying to get rid of us."

"If we want to survive, we have to be crazier than them."

"But the equipment we have is not enough to support us in breaking America's madness."

"Our Holy Flame Kurdish Battalion has reached a critical juncture of life and death."

"So, even if we have to gamble, we have to take a gamble."

"Let's bet that the Chinese guy has a grudge against the Americans. Even if he knows we are terrorists, he's still willing to help us."

After stating his decision, Ali Hussein stood up, turned around and lifted the carpet he had been sitting on.

Under the carpet was a wooden board that looked very sturdy.

The wooden board was lifted up, revealing a small box underneath.

It's a tin box for cookies.

Ali Hussein took out the box and handed it to Jadel:
"There's a bank card in the box with $1744 million in it. It's all funding from the Brotherhood, Turkey, Iran, and the princes of the Arabian Peninsula over the past decade. The number on the back of the card is the contact person. Contact him and you can use the money on the bank card."

"Take the money, catch up with Hafaji and the others, return to the Kurdish Mountains first, hide for a while, then contact that Chinese guy, buy weapons, and slowly develop."

"When the situation changes, come back immediately."

Ali Hussein stuffed the box into Jardel's hands and pushed him out without saying anything. When he pushed him to the door, Jardel broke free from his restraints, turned around, looked at his leader and asked:

"What about you, Chief?"

Ali Hussein pointed to his face and asked with a smile:
"Do you think the CIA wouldn't recognize my face?"

"I'll go with you. That will definitely attract the attention of the Americans."

"The only way is for me to stay here as bait, drawing the attention of the Americans, and then allowing you and the rest of the ISI to evacuate safely."

Seeing that Jardel wanted to speak, Ali Hussein patted his thigh and then patted Jardel on the shoulder:

"Don't worry, if I can run, I will definitely run back."

After making a witty remark, he pushed Jardel out again.

"Take those guards outside with you. They are all elite soldiers. If one of them gets hurt or dies, it will be a huge loss for us."

Jadel was pushed out of the door and into the darkness. He stood in the darkness, looking at the person who was still standing in the light. He wiped away his tears gently, turned around, and walked into the darkness without hesitation.

At the door of the hall, Ali Hussein stood by the door, waving his hands at the darkness. He did this for about 10 minutes, then turned and walked into the hall. He walked to the place where he had just taken out the iron box, knelt there and knocked twice, then took out another wooden board from underneath.

Throwing the wooden board aside, he stuck his butt out, rummaged in the space below, and pulled out an identical iron box.

The iron box was opened, revealing several identity documents and several bank cards.

After putting these things into his pocket, Ali Hussein quickly put the scene back to square one, walked out of the hall, turned left, and went into the bedroom first.

When he came out of the bedroom, he had an electric shaver in his hand and had changed his clothes.

Holding the electric shaver, he walked into the kitchen again, moistened his beard with water, and started shaving with the electric shaver.

A few minutes later, his messy beard was shaved clean, and even his frizzy hair was moistened with water, and he created a new hairstyle by himself.

When he left the kitchen, the extremely haggard and ferocious-looking Ali Hussein had disappeared.

Only a little old man who was seven parts easy-going and three parts cunning was left.

After looking at himself in the mirror, Ali Hussein rolled up his trouser legs, climbed up the wall along the stairs next to him, went out of the door directly, and disappeared into the night.

In southern Mosul, an ISI-affiliated armed group of about 200 people lurked quietly in the dark, preparing to launch a surprise attack on Americans.

However, instead of waiting for a small group of Americans as usual, they waited for a straight line of Australians.

These people were divided into groups of 7, with a certain distance between each group. Then they moved forward steadily, little by little, eliminating the danger bit by bit.

As the distance between the two sides got closer, the armed forces hidden in the darkness could no longer hold back. Following the leader's order, the AKs and RPG7s in their hands opened fire instantly.

The 7.62mm bullets and RPG7 rockets drew bright spots in the darkness and turned towards the Australian soldiers in the distance.

Because it was dark, the terrorists did not have infrared rays, so their shooting could only be regarded as shooting of faith. This inaccurate shooting of faith did not cause much damage to the Australian soldiers.

However, after these Australian soldiers came under attack, the Bradley infantry fighting vehicles that had been following closely behind them quickly moved forward, took over the Australian soldiers' positions, and fired at the bright spots that were firing in the darkness.

The infantry fighting vehicle attack was followed by artillery support from further away.

The shells hit the houses one after another as if they were free, breaking the houses made of mud or red bricks into pieces bit by bit, smashing them into pieces in the dust.

A group of people lingered in the ruins for a long time. They finally waited for the artillery fire to stop, but before they had time to catch their breath, the roar of bombers was heard in the sky.

Along with the roar of the bombers came the bombs.

Aerial bombs loaded with hundreds of kilograms of explosives.

…………

"According to Agence France-Presse, on the evening of January 7, NATO, led by America, launched a clearing operation in Mosul, targeting ISI terrorists operating in Mosul."

"This time, America has changed its previous security tactics and adopted a flat-line approach." "Next, please watch the report sent back by the frontline reporters."

In the office of the director of Xiaomi Heavy Industry Factory, Lin Yi was eating breakfast while watching the video on the morning news. As he watched, his face wrinkled like a bitter gourd.

This……

The fish I had been fishing for half a day, could it be killed by a single shot from an American?

If this thing were to be blown up, wouldn't all these days he had spent be in vain?

Who should I ask to make up for the money I wasted?
That's enough.

Stupid America.

Feeling irritable, he simply turned off the news and concentrated on eating his breakfast.

A fried dough stick, a bowl of white porridge, and some pickles are refreshing, appetizing, and can help relieve greasiness.

Comfortable.

After breakfast, we officially started work.

If there are not enough people, I, the boss, have to fill the gap.

Call to urge the progress of production line transformation, call to urge the progress of material preparation, call to urge the channel...

After finally putting down the phone, the office door was pushed open. Ji Shuangshuang stood at the door, raised her right hand and greeted him, then skipped over to Lin Yi and put down the file bag in her hand:
"The several architectural design consulting companies you requested are all interconnected."

"Domestic consulting companies hold controlling stakes in Hong Kong consulting companies, and Hong Kong consulting companies and their Japanese counterparts jointly hold controlling stakes in Japanese companies."

"The accounts for these companies have been opened. A total of 84 yuan has been spent. Here are the receipts. Take a look."

At the back of the document bag was the corresponding receipt. Lin Yi pressed his finger on the receipt and gently pushed it aside:
"I don't have to worry about you doing anything."

As he spoke, he picked up the file bag and walked to the sofa next to him, sat down on the sofa, patted the seat next to him, and said to Ji Shuangshuang:

"Come sit down and I'll explain to you why I asked you to open these consulting companies."

After Ji Shuangshuang sat down next to him, Lin Yi took out his phone, opened the chat group, and put it in front of him:

"That's why."

"Smith asked me to download a software that day and then join a group."

"He and I are the only real people in this group. The rest are all his smurfs. He created the group and dragged me in just to get some information from me."

"Later, someone pulled me into another group."

"The people in the group claim to be from the American Pacific Fleet. They want to build a building and asked me to provide them with the design."

"I asked the civil engineer from the Thirteenth Bureau of Construction to help me with a blueprint."

"They gave me $20."

After explaining, Lin Yi's finger fell on the phone screen and just slid over the message.

Aisente: Your drawings are very good. Please give me your company account number or your personal account number. I have $20 ready and can transfer it to you anytime.

As an accountant, Ji Shuangshuang calculated the value of $20 in the blink of an eye.

About 140 million RMB.

If the other party is the American Navy, then the money cannot be transferred directly to an account in Hong Kong or China, and needs to be transferred to Japan.

No wonder you need to open a Japanese company and a Japanese account.

The workload increased a lot for no reason.

So annoying.

She stretched out her slender fingers, pushed the phone back in front of Lin Yi, blinked her big eyes and asked:
"Aren't you afraid that I will kill my own relatives for the sake of justice and report you?"

Hearing this, Lin Yi covered his face with his hands and imitated Lin Daiyu's tone:

"I originally planned to buy my sister a new phone and a car with the money I earned. But since my sister is so cruel, I have no choice but to try to please the other sisters."

The tea-like smell and the disgusting words made Ji Shuangshuang's head hurt. She gently rubbed her temples a few times and replied with a rogue look on her face: "I can't bear to do it! Come on, my sister Lin Daiyu."

Lin Yi raised his hand and pointed at the door. "If you don't want to leave, go and work overtime for me. Prepare some marketing expenses for me. I'll need them later."

"Okay!" Ji Shuangshuang picked up the bill next to her, stood up and walked two steps out, then suddenly stopped and stepped back to Lin Yi.

He quickly bent down, lowered his head, kissed Lin Yi on the forehead, and disappeared in the office at lightning speed.

Returning to the finance office, she closed the door, turned her back to the main door, covered her chest with her hands, and gasped for breath.

"Ji Shuangshuang, you are really great!"

She returned to her computer, entered the bill information into the company system, bound it into a book, and then took out her phone and sent a message to her bestie on QQ:
【I kissed her! 】

There was no reply from the other party.

After a while, curses came one after another like a rainstorm.

[Get lost! I'm at work, writing materials!]

[Damn it! What did you kiss?]

"You kissed your boss? Didn't you just start? How is it progressing so quickly? Didn't you say you were scared?"

【You're a double-faced bastard. 】

Please ask your boss if he has anyone as tall, rich, and handsome as him. If so, please introduce him to me. If not, please get out of here and let me take over. Thank you.

Faced with the bombardment of information, Ji Shuangshuang turned a deaf ear and focused on her work.

In the office opposite, Lin Yi edited the Japanese account he had just written down into a message and sent it to the logistics group of Smith Barracks.

After calculating the time, he found that the other people in the group should be sleeping, so he stopped sending messages in the group.

Anyway, I can see it when I wake up.

If the other party sends money, you can make a small profit. If they don’t, you can continue to maintain the relationship and then find a way to trick them into coming and stab them to death.

Putting his cell phone aside, Lin Yi turned on his computer and prepared to go to the Internet to check the news about Iraq.

He wondered why the Americans had changed their strategy.

But as soon as he logged onto Twitter, he saw the small envelope next to his avatar.

Drag the mouse and click.

(End of this chapter)