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Chapter 101: Jardel Barry! (Second update!)
Suzhou, Xiaomi Heavy Industry Factory Director's Office.

Lin Yi looked at the message that popped up in QQ, and without hesitation for even half a second, he replied instantly:

"Don't worry, I'll replenish your ammunition supply to 80 rounds. That amount of bullets is nothing to us."

After sending the message, he swiped up and found the photo and name of the contact who had sent the message.

Copy it, switch to another QQ, find Ahmed's number in QQ, and paste it.

I sent the photo, and then a message followed:
"Find out who this person is."

After sending the message, he sat in front of the computer, quietly waiting for a reply from the other party.

Najaf, Iraq.

Ahmed was sitting in front of his computer, browsing some international news, especially the AFP report on America's actions in Iraq.

Americans have been acting like crazy lately, biting whoever they catch. Sadr simply ordered them to retreat and see how the situation develops.

Suddenly, the chat software on his computer flashed a few times and made a beeping sound.

When he dragged the mouse over, he saw the other party's notes.

Mr. Lin

With a click of the mouse, the corresponding message popped up. Ahmed's eyes swept over the photo and fell directly on the message.

[Check who this person is]

The tone was straightforward, and it didn't sound like a request or a solicitation of opinion, but rather an order.

Ahmed didn't worry about the tone of his voice. He scrolled up the mouse, clicked on the photo, downloaded it, and enlarged it.

A very familiar face appeared before him.

He had a piece of cloth wrapped around his head, a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, eyes with a hint of green, and a big beard.

Clearly Middle Eastern appearance.

The more he looked at this face, the more familiar it seemed to him, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out who the other person was.

Because many Middle Eastern men who are a little older have big beards that cover half of their faces.

Then another piece of cloth is wrapped around the head, and the remaining half of the face is also wrapped.

Watch a ball.

After hesitating for a moment, he carefully sent a message to Lin Yi:
[Wait a moment, I'll check. ]

He connected his phone to the computer, downloaded the photo to his phone, unplugged the cable, and ran out as if his butt was on fire.

He ran out of the room, ran into the yard, got on the motorcycle that was about to fall apart in the yard, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the motorcycle screamed and carried him out.

He turned left, walked through two blocks, and stopped casually in front of a courtyard gate. He honked the horn three times, two long and one short, and a small hole opened on the tightly closed gate, revealing a pair of eyes. He looked around and then opened the gate.

After Ahmed rode his motorcycle into the yard, the gate slowly closed, isolating the other two worlds.

"Bazzard, is Mr. Hamidi here?"

"Mr. Hamidi is not here." The burly man beside him shook his head and pointed to the main door of the house.
"Mr. Hamidi and Mr. Khalid left Najaf yesterday morning. They were said to be going south to get something, but I don't know what exactly they were going to get."

"But Mr. Hamidi's deputy, Mr. Fahbad, is here."

Hearing that only Fahbad was there, Ahmed immediately wanted to go back, but after thinking it over, he stepped back into the room.

Entering from the main door, the living room was empty, with nothing except a few pieces of furniture.

Ahmed was not surprised. He nodded to the strong man Buzzard beside him and went straight to the bathroom.

When he walked into the bathroom, he didn't go to the bathroom mirror, but walked straight to the window, opened it, and jumped out.

Outside the window is a small enclosed courtyard with a door on the courtyard wall. It is not easy to see this door from a high place or from the outside. Even if you see it, you will just think it is a storage room.

When the small door was opened, a dark underground passage was revealed.

Ahmed walked into the corridor, holding on to the wall, and closed the door behind him.

After walking in the downward passage for a while, the passage no longer continued to go downward, but went straight forward.

After walking for a while inside, some light appeared faintly in front of the passage. Walking further inside, there was an underground space with electric lights on.

In the right corner, a young man is sitting in front of a computer, his eyes fixed on the content on the computer.

Next to his computer, there are two radios and some radio equipment, and something is chattering from these radio equipment.

Ahmed listened and found that it was a broadcast from the American base in Iraq.

"Fahbad!" Ahmed called out and walked straight towards the young man in front of the computer.

The young man turned around and waved, "Ahmed, how come you have time to come here today?"

"I want you to help me find out who this person is!" After explaining why he came here, Ahmed took out his mobile phone, unlocked it, found the photo in the album, and placed it in front of Fahbad.

Grabbing the phone in his hand, Fahbad frowned and looked at the screen with an embarrassed look.

But as he watched, his brows relaxed and he tapped the screen lightly with his fingers:
"The logistics officer of the Holy Flame Kurdish Battalion under the ISI. His name seems to be Jadel Bari."

"Our people have encountered them several times before in Salahuddin Province. Their fighting capacity was very strong and our people have never encountered them."

After returning the phone to Ahmed, Fahbad turned and walked to the side, toward the bucket in the corner.

Next to the bucket, there is a teapot.

He filled the teapot and put it on the gas stove. While waiting for the water to boil, he leaned against the wall and asked curiously:

"How do you have his photo? And it was just taken."

"Is there a problem?" Ahmed asked.

Fahbad tilted his head and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

"According to reports from below, due to the intensified attacks on ISI by the US, they should have withdrawn from Salahuddin Province to Mosul."

“You can’t get a picture of him.”

Ahmed took back his phone expressionlessly, shook it, and asked:

"Do you remember the Chinese who sold us weapons?"

The man leaning against the wall nodded to show that he knew about this, but then his brows furrowed again.

As the intelligence expert of Sadr's armed forces, Fahbad naturally heard the news that Ahmed brought back after he returned from China.

The first thing he thought of was the chess piece that the man mentioned.

The next second, he raised his head with a grim expression: "Is this guy also a pawn of that Chinese guy?"

After this reminder, Ahmed also took a breath, but soon he shook his head and denied the idea: "Not likely!"

"Because he sent me the photo and asked me to check the identity of this person."

These words made Fahbad's eyes light up.

He pressed his hands against his temples and kept turning in circles. At the same time, he spoke out some of his guesses one by one:

"You said at the time that this person had very high standards for selecting chess pieces."

"Looking at it from another angle, it's possible that this Jadel Bari, through some unknown channel, contacted the subordinates of that person named Lin Yi." "Lin Yi's subordinates recommended this person to Lin Yi, but their intelligence capabilities may be lacking in northern Iraq."

"He couldn't verify the man's situation."

"That's why I came to you to ask you to help check this person's identity."

"This is an opportunity, an opportunity to show Lin Yi how powerful our Sadr intelligence is."

Fahbad became more and more excited as he spoke. In the end, he simply jumped in front of Ahmed, grabbed the elder's shoulders with both hands, and shook him violently:
"I'll compile all of Jardel's information right now and send it to him immediately."

"quick!"

Fahbad is almost 1.8 meters tall and quite big. In his hands, Ahmed is like a small boat sailing on Lake Habbaniyya.

Weak and helpless.

After shaking for a while, Fahbad finally let go of his hand and dragged Ahmed to the computer. He sat back in the chair and took out a hard drive from the box next to him.

Connect the hard drive to the computer, turn on the hard drive, and enter the password.

The hard drive password was read correctly, and the data in the hard drive appeared in front of Ahmed.

After searching for a while, Fahbad found Jadel's information:
"Look, that's all."

Looking at the information, Ahmed frowned subconsciously:

"Why is he an Arab?"

"Brother, Arabs make up the majority of ISI, followed by Kurds, and finally Turkmen. This is normal. Send the information over quickly."

"Is your computer connected to the Internet?"

"Connected!"

Ahmed fiddled with it for a while, downloaded the computer version of QQ, logged in, found Lin Yi's account, and transferred the relevant information, along with a message.

"Mr. Lin, why are you looking for this person?"

After sending the message, the two stared at the computer screen, afraid that the other party would not say anything, and also afraid that the other party would say that Jadel was a pawn in his hands.

After waiting for a while, the message was finally sent back.

"Nothing. He contacted one of my subordinates in Iraq through some secret channels and planned to buy some weapons."

"After investigation, we discovered that this guy might be from the ISI. I figured you might know a little bit about this, so I wanted to ask you. After all, some of the people they took in were old enemies of mine."

"However, your intelligence gathering capabilities really exceeded my expectations. You actually found out the information in just two hours."

“Very good, and worthy of encouragement.”

"That guy ordered $1549.45 million worth of goods through my subordinates, and now I don't plan to give them that batch of goods."

"Next, I'll need to trouble you to get me a $1549.45 million architectural design service contract. I need to rationalize this funding. I'll send you the relevant information."

"In exchange, next time you come over, I can give you some of it as a reward."

"When I inform you about this guy being scammed, you can let him go."

"Finally, I'd like to remind you that the American Marines in the Hawaiian Islands have been redeployed to the Diego Garcia Islands."

"Watch yourself."

The dim light of the electric lamp shone on their faces. Ahmed and Fahbad pursed their lips, looking at each other, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say.

Because even through the screen, they could feel how casual Lin Yi's posture was when he typed those words.

It looked like he was coaxing a child.

After a while, the two looked at each other and suddenly laughed, first in a low voice, and then laughed out loud:
"Those ISI pigs got ripped off when they bought weapons!"

"Killing me!"

"How dare they?"

"Those DTZ guys are so aggressive, how dare they go buy weapons from their sworn enemies?"

"I also want to know what they are thinking."

"Never mind. Just laugh. I still have to get a contract, so I'll leave first. By the way, what are Mr. Khalid and the others doing in the south?"

"The cargo from China has arrived and is being unloaded at Umm Qasr."

"Then notify Mr. Khalid and pass on the message Mr. Lin just gave him. Remember, don't let anyone else know. The Marines are redeploying, and there's a high probability that something big will happen."

"Understood!" Fahbad nodded. As an intelligence officer, he knew the importance of this news.

Americans are now fighting fiercely with ISI. If the Justice League suddenly jumps out at this time and stabs Americans in the butt with a knife, Iraq will be in big trouble.

Patting Fahbad on the shoulder, Ahmed quickly turned around and walked towards the passage he had just entered.

…………

The southern Iraqi port of Umm Qasr.

Iraq has nearly 100 kilometers of coastline, but the only place where a port can be built is a small section at the mouth of the Euphrates River.

When Saddam fought with Iran and Kuwait, it was not only to seize oil, but also to seize the coastline and the sea outlet.

But unfortunately, neither side won.

Therefore, the Umm Qasr Port has become the only cargo port in Iraq. All goods from all over the world that want to be shipped to Iraq need to dock and unload here.

At the port unloading area, Khalid swung the customs clearance form in his hand and peered into the distance:
"Don't the Americans have anything else to do? Why are they sending so many soldiers to the port?"

"There are so many damn things. If they uncover them all, it will depend on just a few of us. We will all be exhausted to death by then."

"It's better to die of exhaustion than to be shot." Beside him, Hamidi looked up impatiently, retracted his head, leaned against the car, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep for a while.

He was about to fall asleep when Khalid woke him up again:
"Are you sure you gave the stuff to the people from the Justice League?"

When asked about it again, Hamidi waved his hand fiercely: "I gave it to you!"

"I personally handed it to Hazari and told him that it was a deadly weapon."

"So I don't understand why they didn't come to us."

"And why do you insist on having them come to us? Can't we just come to them first?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a look of contempt.

That gaze came from Khalid. When he looked up, Khalid glanced at him sideways and said as if he were a fool:
"Do you know how much stuff that is?"

"There are 29900 gas cylinders. Each can hold more than 100 kilograms of TNT. Calculate how much TNT they can hold."

"In addition to these, there are 69000 electric pressure cookers."

"We can't use up all these powerful weapons, but if we sell them to others, we can get more funds. More funds can allow us to get better things from Lin Yi."

"In this way, we form a positive..."

Before Khalid could finish his words, Hamidi covered his mouth with his hand:

"The American soldiers are coming."

(End of this chapter)