Go back in time and be a chaebol

Chapter 2735 Pigs Died from Stupidity (First Update, Please Subscribe)
This day seemed like a very ordinary day.

As Tehran welcomes a new day under the sun, hundreds of thousands of young people and students leave their schools.

November 4th is Iran's "National Students' Day," established to commemorate the students who were killed by the Shah a year ago during a protest at Tehran University.

As usual, they gathered towards the U.S. embassy.

For the Americans working at the embassy, ​​this morning was like any other. Embassy Chargé d'Affaires Bruce Langan convened a morning meeting with department heads, after which he, along with Vic Tomses and Mike Howland, headed to the Iranian Ministry of Foreign Affairs to discuss the diplomatic immunity of U.S. military personnel stationed in Iran.

As they left, the embassy had grown larger and larger. At this time in Tehran, protests were happening almost every day, and slogans such as "Death to America" ​​and "Down with the Shah" were chanted almost constantly. So the Americans working inside the embassy had become accustomed to this background noise.

However, today is different from usual.

Today is a special day, so hundreds of thousands, even millions, of people participated in the protest.

As people shouted excitedly, no one noticed that the police outside the embassy had voluntarily retreated to a distance.

Masoumeh Ebtekar of the Women's Union shouted, looking at the other embassies.

"Alright, now's the time!"

She and her friends, who were the planners of the operation, chose this day to launch the attack under the cover of a large crowd.

The hundreds of girls led by Masoumeh Ebtekar were the first wave to storm the embassy; they were all female students from various universities.

This was also deliberately planned, because they assumed that U.S. Marines wouldn't fire on female protesters.

Because the Iranian military and police outside the embassy had withdrawn, Masoumeh Ebtekar and the girls easily broke into the embassy.

Just after 10:00 a.m., a call came through the Marine Corps' radio network:
"Attention! Attention! All Marines, assemble at position number one!"

The call was made by Al-Gorazynski, the embassy's security chief.

At that moment, a large number of radical students, under the cover of hundreds of female students, broke through the gate and poured into the U.S. Embassy.

The embassy's press office is located near the parking lot next to the main entrance. Just as they rushed into the embassy, ​​a man next to Masoume used hydraulic shears to cut the ring-shaped anchor chain on the door, and a large number of protesters swarmed in.

"Sisters, we'll go first! We'll go first!"

Masoume shouted, and as before, hundreds of women rushed forward again, some even holding up signs that read, “Don’t be afraid, we just want to get in.”

John Graves was the first to see the radicals storm the embassy compound. As the embassy's public affairs officer, he looked out the window and saw a student walk toward a policeman responsible for protecting the embassy, ​​and then the two embraced.

Graves was not surprised by this unbelievable scene.

"They're in cahoots!"

Even so, Graves remained oblivious to the danger. As more and more people poured into the embassy district, other embassy staff began to realize the situation.

The people inside the embassy finally realized what had happened. Some stood on chairs looking out the windows, while others gathered in the guard room to check the closed-circuit monitors. They couldn't believe their eyes.

The embassy district was packed with protesting students waving signs and chanting slogans.
"We just want to get in!"

Meanwhile, one after another, the CCTV cameras showed blank screens, as the protesters had forcibly pulled the cameras off the walls.

Faced with this situation, most of the people in the embassy remained calm, and some even showed signs of annoyance.

"These students are just barging into the embassy and shouting slogans; they'll leave on their own when the time comes."

Graves said to his colleagues.

"They'll leave on their own in half an hour at most; the police will let them go."

Meanwhile, the intruders outside the building kept shouting:

"Americans, we mean no harm! We just want to get in!"

Some of them even had megaphones, their voices rising higher and higher, just to tell these Americans that they only wanted to loiter at the door and promised not to go in.

What these Americans didn't know was that this was not a simple protest, but a meticulously planned attack.

Over the past few days, Ibrahim Askari, the "mastermind" of the operation, and his friends had already scouted the embassy and drawn up a detailed map. For today's operation, they prepared nearly a hundred blindfolds for any potential hostages, and of course, weapons.

"Keep shouting, make Masoume and the others shout even louder, to confuse those Americans first."

As Ibrahim gave orders to Muhsin, Habibullah, and others, they began preparing to storm the embassy, ​​their expressions now extremely fanatical.

Meanwhile, after Security Chief Gorácsinski issued a call, the Marines quickly assembled. Upon entering the embassy building, they rapidly went on high alert, loaded their ammunition, and took up advantageous positions; some even seemed eager for battle.

They were all prepared for battle; after all, protecting the embassy was their duty.

At that moment, Langen, Tomses, and Howland, who had gone to the Iranian Ministry of Foreign Affairs for talks, were returning to the embassy by car, but encountered a major traffic jam on the way.

Gorazynski reported the situation to Langen via mobile phone:

"Don't come back now. Hundreds of people, maybe even more than a thousand, have suddenly flooded into the embassy district."

"what is going on?"

Langen asked nervously:
“We didn’t know they had surrounded the entire building.”

Faced with this sudden turn of events, Langen and his team realized that even if they rushed back to the embassy, ​​they wouldn't be able to get in, and might even be in danger. Therefore, Langen immediately made a decision:
"We reiterated the decision of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, protested to Iran, and demanded that they immediately send people to protect our embassy."

"Yes, currently preparing for the rescue operation there is the most effective approach." Langen then specifically instructed Gorassinski:

"Remember, never let the Marines fire. Even if just one of them does, it could trigger a bloodbath."

"And what about tear gas?" Gorassinskiy asked.

"It should only be used as a last resort."

Langen replied.

"But try to avoid using it."

Lance and his party then returned to the Iranian Ministry of Foreign Affairs, where the situation inside the embassy had become even more tense.

The man was captured by the Iranians. Through the window, people on the second floor of the office building witnessed their colleague being blindfolded, bound, and taken to the ambassador's residence behind the embassy district.

Army medic Don Homan lived in the Bijon Apartments, just across the street from the embassy's back entrance—an apartment building for American diplomats and their families. He radioed Gorazinsky, telling him that a group of Iranians had also stormed in. Living on the fourth floor, he could clearly hear the banging on doors downstairs.

"They could break in at any moment! What should I do?!"

In response to Homan's plea for help, Gorazynski said directly:
"Tang, I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do to help you now. You'll have to figure it out yourself. May God bless you."

However, there was clearly no God here. Although Homan tried to slide down the outer wall of the building to escape, he was caught after only a few steps.

Meanwhile, the embassy faced an even more serious problem. Despite having just spent millions of dollars reinforcing the building, Ibrahim and his men, based on intelligence, found a breakthrough: an unbarred basement window that served as an escape route.

"Quickly, this is it! We'll go in this way. Habibula, you guys go in first!"

After discovering that the Iranians had entered from the basement, Gorassinsky's gaze swept over his panicked subordinates, and he gave a stern order:
"Everyone, assemble on the second floor immediately! Including the Iranian employees on the first floor, come here!"

Someone hesitated and said:
"Sir, local employees are not allowed on the second floor..."

"We can't worry about that now!"

Gorassinski interrupted sharply, then dialed Langen's mobile phone again, his tone somewhat defiant:

"Langen, I've spotted intruders in the office building's basement. I'd like to go out and see if I can communicate with them. Is that alright?"

Langen's urgent voice immediately came from the other end of the phone:
"Gorazynski, are you crazy? There are thousands of people outside! You can only go out if you are sure you are safe."

Although his superior refused, whether out of bravado or foolishness, Gorasiński rushed out after hanging up the phone to try to communicate with those people.

However, things didn't go as planned. He had just arrived in the basement and before he could even speak, he was tackled to the ground by radicals and then taken to the office building at gunpoint.

On the second floor of the office building, Marines and embassy staff blocked the iron gate at the entrance to the passageway with furniture.

In another area of ​​the building, several Americans were busy destroying documents and dismantling sensitive communications equipment to prevent them from falling into the hands of militants. However, because Chargé d'Affaires Langen believed the protest would not escalate into anything unexpected, he did not issue the order until the embassy was stormed.

Prior to this, some opinionated staff members had already begun destroying documents in the embassy's most secure communications room. This room was considered the most secure because it functioned like a vault, with a massive iron door that was impossible to enter without a password.

Inside this nearly 14-square-meter vault, there were not only communication devices but also a machine for shredding documents. However, because this machine frequently jammed, someone brought in a commercial shredder made in the USA. But this shredder was not very efficient and could not completely destroy the documents; it could only cut the paper into strips.

"Damn it, I told you we should have bought a SEA shredder. These American products are just garbage..."

"This is what the White House does: telling us to support American goods, and now look what's happened, they've all fallen into Iranian hands..."

While the staff in the communications room were cursing and frantically destroying documents, Ibrahim and his men escorted Gorassinsky to the second floor.

At gunpoint, Golasinsky not only became a hostage but also a guide. Upon reaching the second floor and seeing the tightly closed door, Ibrahim pointed the gun barrel directly at the back of Golasinsky's head and ordered, "Either let the people inside open the door, or you die."

Faced with such a threat, Gorasiński, now a hostage, was filled with remorse and could only try to persuade the hostage to surrender through the iron gate.

“Resistance is pointless now. Eight Americans have already been captured, and I’ve spoken with them. They’re only here to read a statement and then leave.”

When he spoke of leaving, he deliberately looked back at Ibrahim, as if seeking confirmation from him.

"Yes."

Ibrahim shouted:

"As long as you open the door and read a statement with us, we will leave. Rest assured, this is a peaceful protest, simply to protest the United States' support for Shah, nothing more. I swear to Pearl, we will leave as soon as the statement is read."

John, who was behind the door, spoke Persian, so he translated Ibrahim's words. Then he addressed his colleagues and the Marines behind him:

“They’re probably just protesting, there shouldn’t be any danger. I’ll see if I can go out and have a direct conversation with them, and then persuade them to release Golazynski.”

Unfortunately, he was also captured a few minutes later and faced the same choice as Gorazynski:

Either get your friend to open the door, or we'll kill you.

So John and Gorassinsky, together, continued to persuade each other to surrender through the iron gate, for their own lives:
"Ann, this is John. They asked me to give you a message..."

Faced with the threat of her colleague being kidnapped, Ann Swift, the highest-ranking official in the embassy and a senior political affairs officer, made the final decision to give up resistance.

After surrendering, the Americans in the office building could only resign themselves to fate. The iron door on the second floor was finally opened, and Ibrahim led a group of people in, kidnapping all the Americans and Iranian employees present.

The staff who were destroying documents in the vault persisted for about an hour, but eventually had to give up after destroying all the documents.

You never know if someone will do something stupid at a crucial moment, but on this day in Tehran, inside the US embassy, ​​this group of American diplomats fully demonstrated an undeniable fact—pigs die from stupidity!

(End of this chapter)