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Chapter 57 This is Impossible! (Second Update!)

The shrill roar echoed under the bright moonlight.

After roaring and questioning, little Sadr slowly turned his head and caught a glimpse of his subordinates around him, who were looking at him with surprised expressions.

At this moment, his rationality began to return, and he realized that he had just said the wrong thing.

The power in his hands comes from his father Sadr. It was because Sadr grew older and gradually became unable to organize activities that he gained power.

His father's power came from these believers who followed him. Without these believers fighting outside, they would not have the power they have now.

If his father knew that he was harshly criticizing his believers, who had followed him for many years and were the backbone of the organization, his father would definitely take away the power in his hands without hesitation and give it to his younger brothers.

After figuring this out, little Sadr closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

After exhaling, he walked up to Khalid, quickly bent down, and apologized to Khalid:
"Khalid, please forgive my recklessness and my misconduct. I will confess my arrogance to Allah. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, you're still young." Khalid said calmly, his right index finger pointing past little Sadr to the pile of odds and ends beside him:
"The weapon you want is right here!"

This simple sentence caused the anger that Sadr had just suppressed to suddenly burst out again.

He forced himself to suppress the urge to curse, took a few deep breaths, and then said to Khalid as calmly as possible:

"Khalid, this is not what we want..."

He had barely finished speaking when Khalid's broad right hand blocked Sadr's view. Before he could move his hand away, Khalid's voice penetrated his palm and fell into his ears:
"These are the weapons we need."

"This time when we went to China, we were already in the sight of the Chinese people from the moment we left Iraq."

“These things are what they gave us.”

"Can you figure it out?"

Following these calm words, Khalid lowered his hands and slowly turned around, his blue eyes looking calmly at little Sadr.

These words wiped out the resolve on little Sadr's face, leaving only fear.

He was not a fool. He could naturally hear the hidden meaning behind these words. It was because he could hear it that he felt terrified.

After leaving Iraq, I fell into other people's sight.

Does that mean that what I did in Iraq was also under the observation of others?

How can this be?

This is impossible!

This is absolutely impossible!

This is absolutely impossible!

But if this is fake, how do we explain all these bits and pieces?

At this moment, he looked around at his subordinates who were so familiar to him.

Everyone looks like a traitor!
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Little Sadr, who seemed more and more terrifying the more he thought about it, opened his arms, spun around and roared at the sky.

It was clearly a very loud roar, but the people around could hear a hint of panic and fear in the roar, and even a little bit of crying.

Khalid stood by, touched his head with his hand, sighed, put his right palm in front of his eyes, clenched his fist, then raised it and punched little Sadr hard.

This punch hit Sadr's nose.

The bridge of his nose hurt, and little Sadr came back to his senses from his state of terror. He covered his bleeding nose, looked at Khalid with a puzzled look, and roared:

"Khalid, what do you want to do?"

"Shut up!" Khalid said impatiently, interrupting little Sadr and pointing his right hand at the pile of debris in front of him again:
"These are the weapons you want. The Chinese didn't cheat us. These seemingly simple things have been enhanced with their technology to maximize our firepower." "I came back first so that the people in the organization can get used to this stuff in advance."

"Stop howling there."

“Instead of worrying about others monitoring you, you might as well give it a try.”

"If there's any problem, you'll know after trying it."

His words were sonorous and powerful, giving the people present a strange feeling. It was as if they had found a house to shelter from the yellow sand when a desert storm was coming.

Safe, reliable, and reassuring.

Little Sadr stammered, wanting to say something, but said nothing. He just calmly pointed his finger towards the west, then walked towards the odds and ends and began to load them onto the truck.

Seeing his actions, Khalid nodded in appreciation and joined in the loading operation. While loading the truck, he did not forget to enter the stronghold and get TNT to charge the explosives.

The eastern and northern parts of Karbala are farmland on which the people of Karbala depend for their survival. The population is large and therefore not suitable for testing.

To the south lies the endless desert.

In recent years, with the help of technology, the people of Karbala have begun to reach out to the desert to claim land, and the population has gradually increased.

Only to the west, there is a lake, which is the source of fish and meat for the people of Karbala - Lake Rizazah.

This inland lake located in the desert is fed by the water from the upper Habbaniyah Lake, which in turn is fed by the Euphrates River.

The lake is very large, and the shores are covered with reeds. At night, apart from a small number of fishermen, there are almost no people around. Even if they do appear, they are not good people.

Just kill him.

That place is simply a perfect weapons testing ground.

A bunch of odds and ends were loaded onto the car. Khalid acted as the driver, little Sadr jumped into the passenger seat, and the rest of the people jumped into the carriage, and they set off together towards the west.

The December wind blew in from the lake, stirring the reeds and making the little Sadr group's scalps tingle.

Although Karbala has a tropical desert climate, it is still quite cold on December winter nights.

After carrying the odds and ends out of the car and placing them under the headlights, little Sadr stood quietly by, ready to watch Khalid perform.

Khalid took off his suit and shirt, revealing his upper body covered with scars and a muscular body. He grunted and started assembling with the tools.

As he moved, the pile of parts that had no apparent use gradually took shape.

More than half an hour later, a cannon with a unique shape and a particularly large caliber appeared silently in front of everyone.

After assembling the cannon, he began to assemble the shells and electric pressure cooker bombs.

The movements were a little clumsy, but it was obvious that he had learned it before, and there were no missing parts or screws.

In full view of everyone, he connected the cables and then put several cans into TNTN in front of everyone.

After installing it and sealing the lid, he stood up and stepped back: "Alright!"

This bizarre operation left the people around stunned. They couldn't believe it at all. What was just a pile of parts with no apparent purpose had now become a cannon and a unique bomb.

This……

This must be the magic that Allah talks about, right?
Khalid was very satisfied with their reaction. After all, he looked the same when Ahmed came back with the note and explained it to him in detail.

Now he feels very satisfied seeing others doing this.

He put his right hand to his mouth, covered it, and coughed twice, drawing everyone's attention to himself. Khalid calmly pointed at the uniquely shaped cannon and electric pressure cooker.
"Try it!"

(End of this chapter)