Rejecting Qinghua Baoyan, I became a military officer

"Big problem!"

Xu Ye didn't mince words and gave his evaluation directly.

Next, under the increasingly gloomy expression of Saddam, Xu Ye recounted the problems he had observed over the past two days, and even gave a personal account, explaining the fatal flaws in his process from infiltrating to carrying out the "assassination." Ignoring Saddam's increasingly dark face, he told everything in detail.

Xu Ye wasn't here to be a person, so naturally he didn't need to worry about anything.

Besides, to some extent, Xu Ye also didn't want Shadama to be killed so easily.

To reiterate, a living Shadak is more beneficial to China.

A chaotic Middle East would also draw more of America's attention, leaving it with no time to attend to other matters.

Even the United States wouldn't dare to open a third front so easily.

"There are indeed many problems, Salman. I'm counting on you from now on!"

Taking a deep breath, Shadama quickly composed himself and solemnly made a request to Xu Ye.

"The reward will definitely not disappoint you when the time comes."

Before Xu Ye could speak, Shadamamu chimed in.

“Sir, you know I’m here not for my own personal gain,” Xu Ye shook his head slightly. “Please rest assured, a month from now, I will definitely provide you with a satisfactory bodyguard team!”

With expert-level "teaching" skills, Xu Ye was naturally very confident in training this group of bodyguards.

Those who have experienced Wolf Warrior and others say it's great!

"Salman, you know that we Arabs always keep our word."

"So please don't refuse!"

Shaking his head slightly, Shadama smiled and said in a tone that left no room for doubt.

In Iraq, Saddam Hussein was not afraid of death. As a former soldier, he knew that on the battlefield, the more afraid you are of death, the easier it is for you to die.

However, after leaving Iraq and being removed from the battlefield environment, Sadam became somewhat afraid of dying.

This is the fundamental reason why Shadak went to such great lengths to invite Xu Ye over.

Shadak really doesn't want to die!
Now, in order to get Xu Ye to do his best, Shadama has once again resorted to the "splurging money" tactic.

Forget about whether it's tacky or not, just ask if it works well?
Just look at Xu Ye's arrival, isn't it obvious?

It wasn't that Shadam was overthinking things; rather, Xu Ye hadn't gained much substantial benefit from his previous "lavish spending," as most of the gains went to China.

As for the New Year's gifts on that plane?
In Shadam's eyes, that was nothing at all.

Even if that's the case, it's to thank Xu Ye for saving my life before, not to mention what Xu Ye is going to do now.

One thing at a time, and Shadama clearly distinguishes between them.

"I dare not refuse your gift, elder; please do as you please!"

Seeing his insistence, Xu Ye did not refuse again, but smiled slightly.

This kind of thing can be reported when the time comes; there's no need to worry about it yourself.

To be honest, Xu Ye wasn't really interested in Shadama's "gift".

money?
He doesn't lack anything!

For Xu Ye, the wealth he has on the surface is enough now; what use would more be?

There are even more hidden ones!
If you factor in the value of the system's "liver scrolls," Xu Ye is definitely the richest person in the world.

Xu Ye didn't really refuse, partly because he didn't care much about it.

"Haha, that's a true friend!"

Upon hearing this, Shadama patted Xu Ye's strong arm forcefully and laughed heartily.

Noticing the butler's gesture from a distance, Shadama continued, "Salman, the banquet is ready, let's go!"

“Yes, sir!” Xu Ye readily agreed.

The bowl of glutinous rice balls he had eaten earlier had been mostly digested, and Xu Ye was actually quite hungry. He also wanted to try the skills of the chef at the Iraqi state banquet.

During his observations over the past two days, Xu Ye discovered that many of the service staff in this manor had previously served Saddam Hussein in Iraq. Being from the Middle East, they didn't forget to bring their cooks with them when they fled.

It's fair to say that, apart from the bodyguards being rather unremarkable, everyone else was quite competent.

However, on the other hand, considering the level of Saddam Hussein's bodyguards, they would be quite good in most countries.

But, who made Saddam Hussein's enemy the strongest nation on the planet?
That's not enough.

More than half an hour later, Xu Ye finished his meal and, to Shadama's somewhat shocked gaze, took a hot towel from a beautiful waiter and wiped his face to indicate that he had finished eating.

After declining Shadak's invitation to stay overnight at the manor, Xu Ye left immediately.

"Father, can he really be trusted?"

After Xu Ye left, Kusa, who had been by Shada's side, couldn't help but ask.

Kusai, the youngest son of Shadama, was also the number two on the wanted list of the American Army playing cards in Xu Ye's previous life, but now he has survived and is alive and well.

Not only him, but also Shadam's eldest son and daughter survived. From this point of view, Xu Ye was definitely a great benefactor of the Shadam family. No matter how good Shadam was to Xu Ye, Xu Ye had no fear in the slightest.

There's no other reason than that. Without Xu Ye, Shadama might have survived for another two years, but the Cool Brothers would have been finished long ago!

As for his older brother and younger sister, they did not come to Russia with him, but were secretly arranged by Saddam Hussein to live in other countries.

At least, if something unforeseen happens, they won't all be wiped out; it's like not putting all their eggs in one basket.

"What do you think?!"

Saddam gave him a disapproving look. "Remember this: Salman is completely trustworthy!"

To be honest, deep down, Shadama wasn't very satisfied with his youngest son.

However, since he only had two sons, and his eldest son was shot and crippled in an assassination attempt, he had no choice but to transfer power to Kusai and begin grooming him to be his successor. Kusai was also put in charge of the security organization for himself, the entire family, and other high-ranking officials. Several years ago, Kusai was authorized to exercise the highest authority in Iraq in the event of an "emergency".

I didn't feel anything before.

However, once the war started, the capabilities of the Cools were proven—they were somewhat inadequate.

Putting aside everything else, there's the bodyguard team he was responsible for training. If Xu Ye hadn't appeared like a miracle at the crucial moment, he wouldn't be standing here talking!
But there's no way around it, he's my son, my own flesh and blood!
Although my abilities haven't met my expectations, what more can I ask for in this situation?
Besides, weren't we also beaten into a complete rout by the US military?
Or perhaps it wasn't that he and his son were incapable, but rather that the enemy was too strong.

“Yes, Father!” Kusei replied quickly.

Kusei doesn't have any thoughts about his father yet.

In the past, perhaps there were.

But now, Kusai hopes that his father can live safely.

Only in this way can they preserve their current wealth and status.

"Ok!"

Nodding, Shadak said nothing, turned and left. "I hope you're truly trustworthy!"

After standing there for a while, Kusei sighed and muttered something under his breath.

As the former head of Iraq's security department, Kusai had developed a habit of distrusting everyone, and Xu Ye was no exception.

However, things are different now, and the current situation leaves him with few options.

Although Xu Ye's previous actions had thoroughly humiliated him, Ku Sai wasn't foolish enough to harbor resentment towards Xu Ye.

It's very simple. There were indeed loopholes in the security measures. If Xu Ye were really an assassin, my father would have been dead just now.

After glancing once more in the direction Xu Ye had left, Ku Sai turned and left as well.

It's best not to stay in this spot for too long; Coolsai is getting a little creeped out.

What if I get sniped...

For a moment, Ku Sai was eagerly anticipating Xu Ye's start.

On the other side, Xu Ye drove around for a while, changed his clothes, and easily shook off the people who were following him.

And there's more than one!
Xu Ye had already discovered which factions these people belonged to during his observations over the previous two days; they were basically all personnel from several organizations in Da Mao.

As for the others, those are much more interesting, and Xu Ye hasn't fully confirmed them yet.

However, at present, it does not pose any threat to Sadam's safety.

That's true. If there were really a threat, Saddam Hussein has been here for so long that some people would have launched an attack.

However, according to Xu Ye's investigation, no attacks or assassinations have occurred against Sadam so far.

As for whether someone is secretly preparing for it but hasn't started yet, that remains to be seen.

After confirming that he was not being followed, Xu Ye returned to his room at the Hilton Hotel.

After habitually checking the room to make sure no one had come in, Xu Ye had an idea, and his satellite communication equipment appeared on the table.

Powering on, debugging...

A few minutes later, Xu Ye made contact with people back home and reported the details of his meeting with Saddam Hussein.

Of course, Xu Ye also casually reported that Shadama was going to give him a big gift.

Based on his understanding of him, Xu Ye didn't think it was a joke.

Therefore, I need to get instructions from above on how to deal with the situation.

In short, it's always better to report it first.

After sending the message, Xu Ye didn't wait for a reply from China. On another impulse, he put away the entire set of equipment.

At this time, although there are personnel on duty in China, this is not some urgent intelligence, so there is no need to reply immediately. Perhaps a meeting will be held to discuss it!

After finishing all this, Xu Ye checked the time. It was only a little past eight o'clock. Going to sleep at this time was a bit too early.

Where are you going?

Xu Ye rubbed his chin, feeling a little bored for a moment.

Big ocean horse?
Is Xu Ye that kind of person?

It's not like I've never ridden one before!

Anyway, Xu Ye doesn't have any such thoughts right now. Compared to foreign women, Xu Ye still prefers domestic girls.

After being bored for a while, Xu Ye ultimately didn't go out—Moscow at this time of year was damn cold, and it was more comfortable to stay in the room.

Since he had nothing else to do, Xu Ye simply took out another set of computer equipment and began to remotely handle the affairs of the investment companies he secretly controlled.

This work went on until the wee hours of the morning—no wonder being a boss is so busy!
"Sleep, sleep!"

After sending the last email and ending the chat with "Little Ma" who was "staying up all night to cultivate immortality," Xu Ye turned off his phone and went to sleep.

This guy, once he starts asking questions, he just won't stop...

He just didn't want foreign companies to make money off domestic giants in the future; he wasn't really going to be a "partner," just offer occasional pointers.

However, Little Ma was just too "persistent". After all, he was a ruthless guy who dared to "dress up as a woman" to chat with people in the early days!
A restless night!
This time, Xu Ye checked out of the hotel, planning to spend most of his time at Saddam's manor for the sake of convenience!
Shaking off those people wasn't difficult, but Xu Ye didn't want to come every day—it was too much trouble!

Of course, there's another point: special training means you can't work "nine to five" like a regular job.

Special training, of course, needs to be done around the clock.

Another point is that Xu Ye also wants to complete this task as soon as possible, end it sooner, and leave Da Mao's place sooner.

It's really not that I'm interested in Shadak's "big gift"!
After saying goodbye to the warm and attractive hotel receptionist, Xu Ye drove away and disappeared into the center of Moscow.

More than an hour later, Xu Ye appeared at Shadama's manor.

You see, for safety reasons—well, for the safety of other people's lives—just the time spent on the road alone is considerable.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Saddam's estate is located in the suburbs, which is a bit far from the city center.

Shadama was as enthusiastic as ever about Xu Ye's arrival.

At Shadama's enthusiastic invitation, Xu Ye, who had already eaten something before arriving, couldn't refuse and enjoyed another sumptuous breakfast.

Arabic style, not Mao's breakfast.

At least Arabic food has something to offer, but Russian food?

What's up?
"Salman, I'm now officially entrusting this to you!"

After finishing breakfast, Shadama didn't waste any words and directly asked Xu Ye for a favor.

"Sir, leave it to me!" Xu Ye smiled slightly.

Xu Ye was also very willing to participate in special training, especially training with multiple people.

The more people involved and the greater the intensity, the better the final result, and Xu Ye's combined experience and liver scroll value income will still be considerable.

Although it's not as fast or as lucrative as killing people or farming equipment, it's a steady, long-term endeavor that still yields a considerable amount.

Xu Ye didn't feel much about money, no matter how much there was.

However, if it's about liver roll value, especially a lot of liver roll value, then Xu Ye would be much more interested.

Saddam Hussein's estate was vast, covering more than five square kilometers, with mountains, water, and lakes...

Even in the heart of the country, even in the suburbs, the value is still very high.

Of course, although the area is large, the actual building area cannot be that large.

Otherwise, even a bodyguard team of more than two hundred people would not be enough, let alone twice as many.

Such a large area naturally has its advantages; there's no need to find a separate place for special training, it can all be done within the manor. (End of Chapter)