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Chapter 86: The Big Killer!

Chapter 86: The Big Killer! (Second Update!)
boom!
Boom boom boom!
Explosions suddenly rang out, and the already chaotic town became even more chaotic at this moment.

Phelps hid in the crowd and took advantage of the panic to carefully look at everything around him.

Afraid of letting any suspect go.

He strolled around and then left with the panicked crowd, and his teammate took over the position he had just left.

After going back and forth four or five times, their efforts finally paid off. They finally saw a child sneaking up to the ruins, pretending to look for valuables in the ruins, groping for a long time, and then sneaking away.

After Phelps made a gesture to his teammates, he left two people to continue guarding the scene, and the rest followed quietly.

The child did not run far. Instead, he ran north along the road for a distance, then suddenly turned right and entered the woods beside the road.

Seeing this, Phelps and his teammates immediately dispersed and mixed in with the fleeing crowd, then quickly changed direction and encircled the enemy from a different direction according to the map they had seen before.

After crossing a short street, Phelps saw a child flashing across the intersection at an intersection. He was delighted and continued to chase the child to the other side of the road.

At the next intersection, he saw the figure again.

At the same time, I saw the figure enter the house at the intersection.

The people in the yard were very cooperative. As soon as the figure disappeared, the gate was closed. Before it was closed, a head popped out from inside the door and looked around.

After the door was completely closed, Phelps walked out of his hiding place, put his right hand to his chest, and gave orders through his clothes into the intercom on his chest:

"Area D8, No. 6."

After reporting the data, Phelps immediately changed his hiding spot and continued to stare at the yard where the child entered.

Soon, his team members also appeared nearby. They each found a place to hide, and kept their eyes wide open, monitoring the yard together.

The group watched for less than three minutes before Ulysses' voice appeared in their ears:
"The Falcon has appeared and is preparing to evacuate."

Hearing this, Phelps immediately looked up at the southeast sky.

There, a few black spots could be vaguely seen coming from a distance against the sunlight.

Seeing these black spots, Phelps didn't hesitate at all. He bent his legs slightly, took a deep breath, and ran away.

He had just run away when, in less than 30 seconds, the black dot in the distance had already reached the sky above the block.

There are 5 B52 bombers.

The bomber flew low, dropped dozens of bombs, then quickly turned around and flew southeast.

After a series of explosions, there were only flying debris and smoke and dust in the sky.

The desert wind blew in from afar, blowing away the smoke and dust from the explosion, leaving only ruins.

When the wind came, Phelps and his teammates came too.

They were still scattered, keeping alert while staring at the ruins.

After waiting for a while, they saw another sneaky person.

…………

The fighting was intense in the west and intense in the east.

The two sides in the fight were the Iraqi National Defense Forces on one side and the PMU militia controlled by the Badr Organization on the other.

The two sides fought back and forth with Diwaniya as the center of the battle, with shells and bullets flying, grenades and bricks dancing.

After fighting for a long time, no one killed anyone.

By noon, both sides even parted ways peacefully and went home to eat, and then continued fighting in the afternoon.

As for the reason for the fight, it is also very simple.

That is, America intervened and directly told the Iraqi authorities that they had investigated and found out that it was the Badr Organization that instructed its militia, the Popular Mobilization Forces, to launch an attack on the American garrison.

The casualties were particularly heavy, so the Iraqi parliament voted to demand that the Badr Organization immediately disarm and disband its militia, the PMU.

Otherwise, die.

The Badr Organization was established in Iran by the Iranian Revolutionary Guard in 1982. Its original name was the Badr Corps. Its members were mainly Iraqi Shiite opposition exiled in Iran.

Its goal was to overthrow Saddam Hussein's regime. It was fully trained and funded by Iran and also fought against the Iraqi army during the Iran-Iraq War.

After the outbreak of the Iraq War in 2003, the Badr Corps returned to Iraq, changed its name to the Badr Organization, and began to transform from a simple armed group into a political-military complex.

At the same time, they joined the Shiite political party alliance, the United Iraqi Alliance, or UIA, and gained access to parliament in 2005.

By 2009, several senior members of the Badr Organization had become influential officials in Iraq.

To disarm at this time would be equivalent to clipping one's wings.

Of course the Badr Organization would not do that.

The Iraqi Defense Forces didn't want to fight either, but the problem was that the Americans had guns right behind them.

That’s it, everyone can still play for a while.

If you don't do it, you will die now.

Then do it.

They fought so fiercely in Diwaniyah that the sound of artillery could be heard in the distance in Najaf, more than 50 kilometers to the west.

In a cemetery on the western outskirts of Najaf, Zais stood in front of several tombstones, his head lowered, staring at the names on the tombstones in a daze.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he heard hurried footsteps from behind him, and then a bearded man of unknown age appeared beside him.

The visitor first took a look at the tombstone in front of him, bent down, and saluted the name on the tombstone.

After finishing the ceremony, he looked at Zais next to him and said excitedly:

"You'll never guess who attacked the Americans this time!"

"You'd never guess it even if you broke your head! Just take a guess, any guess you can."

Zais wasn't interested in his friend's games. He shook his head slightly, reached out and stroked the tombstone in front of him, and said in a calm tone, "Hazari, you know I'm not interested in these boring games. I'm only interested in death. Just tell me what you heard!"

"Speaking out can also comfort our comrades."

Zais's words also made Hazari return his gaze to the tombstones in front of him.

Looking at the tombstone, Hazari sighed softly, "You would never imagine that the one who attacked the Americans this time was our old friend and comrade-in-arms."

These words made Zais turn his head suddenly, his light blue eyes widened, and he looked at Hazari in disbelief, as if what had just come out of Hazari's mouth was a huge joke.

He pursed his lips, was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said:
"Hazari, you know this joke is not funny."

"I know that too!" Hazari shrugged, turned around and looked at the tombstone, and spoke with a melancholy tone:

"I know you don't believe it, but when I first got the news, I couldn't believe it either."

"After retreating from Najaf, the Sadrist movement lost its vitality and dared not make any major moves."

"It was precisely because of this that we broke away from the Sadrist movement, joined Iran, and formed the Justice Alliance."

"Over the years, we have been retaliating against the Americans like crazy."

"We have always considered ourselves fighters."

"But we never expected that those weaklings whom we looked down upon would suddenly make something big."

At this point, Hazari burst out laughing, and as he laughed, tears came out.

"Killing me!"

"Ha ha!"

Unlike him who was crying and laughing, Zais next to him just listened to the words silently and thought about it silently.

After thinking for a long time, he raised his head, frowned and looked at Hazari, and asked the question that concerned him most:
"Where did those cowards get so many bombs?" "You and I have seen the photos of the scene. That camp, over 6 square meters, was completely plowed from top to bottom. There wasn't even a single intact brick left."

"The Revolutionary Guards said that a bomb weighing at least 2000 pounds would be needed to have that kind of power."

"As for the scene, the number of bombs that exploded was no less than 100."

"No one nearby heard any aircraft movement that night. This means that if the Sadr Movement was indeed responsible for attacking the American base, their only option was to transport the more than 100 bombs outside the base and then drop them back inside."

"is it possible?"

The organized analysis brought Hazari back from his frenzy. He reached out and touched his head, also feeling incredible.

But soon, he put down his hand and explained softly:

"This news was told to me by Hamidi, our old friend from the THAAD movement."

"At the same time, he also secretly gave me a... a powerful weapon."

"You and I both know Hamidi's character very well, so I don't think he is lying."

After a few words of explanation, Zais began to doubt whether there was something wrong with his inference.

After all, he also knew Hamidi. When the three of them were still involved in the THAAD movement, they were good friends who could talk about anything.

Later, because of different ideologies, he and Khazari withdrew from the Sadr movement and formed the Justice League. At the same time, they moved closer to Iran and used Iran's support to develop their own power.

The two sides have been in contact over the years.

Zais would never believe that his old friend would lie to him.

But let him believe that the Sadr movement is a bunch of bastards who dare to attack Americans.

It would be better to let him believe that the old sow climbed a tree. After all, he has seen the old sow climb a tree.

After struggling for a while, he decided to go and take a look at the killer weapon Hamidi gave him first, and then make another decision.

Upon learning of his decision, Hazari didn't say much. He just turned around and smiled at the tombstone again, and said, "I'll come to see you next time." Then he left with Zais.

Returning to the headquarters hidden in the residential area, Zais immediately saw two boxes placed in the middle of the hall.

The box on the left is made of wooden strips and looks very rough.

The box on the right is made of corrugated paper, with patterns and red fonts printed on it.

Zais had seen that pattern before.

It is a tnd rice cooker.

Zais came to stand in front of the rice cooker box, folded his hands in front of his chest, looked down at the rice cooker box, and at the same time imagined what he would see when he opened the box.

A box of TNT?

A box of bullets?
A box of rice?
A box of bread?
Or a box of scriptures?
Or maybe, there is actually a rice cooker inside?

After getting into a horse stance, Zais slowly bent down, gently pressed both sides of the box with his hands, then used his legs to exert force, letting the force move up his body to his arms, and then lifted the box.

This lift stunned the Arab who had made all the preparations.

Because the box doesn't feel right.

This……

This box might be empty!
He put the box down silently, took off the knife hanging on his belt, and cut the sealing transparent tape with a cut to the left and a cut to the right.

Then he knelt on the ground again, lifted the top of the cardboard box slightly, and looked inside.

No cables seen, no bomb.

Now, he finally opened the box with confidence.

then.

He saw the white plastic foam lining in the box, and at the same time, he could see what was inside through the white plastic foam lining.

It really is a rice cooker!
The moment Zais saw this thing clearly, he couldn't catch his breath and started coughing violently.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

After coughing for a long time, he tore open the white plastic foam lining with two hands, took out the electric pressure cooker from the box and opened it.

empty.

It's not empty either.

Inside the electric pressure cooker, there is an instruction manual and a complimentary spoon.

He grabbed the instruction manual and stared at it for a long time.

I didn't understand the text above.

He took out the inner liner without giving up, and then he came to a conclusion.

This is just an ordinary rice cooker!
Gan!
Even though he was furious, Zais still didn't smash the rice cooker.

Iraq, located in the Mesopotamian region, has a habit of growing rice, but the requirements for growing rice are relatively high. In central and northern Iraq, rice processed from rice is considered a high-end product.

There is electricity in Najaf. I'll get some rice later and cook it in this rice cooker.

It can also save a lot of trouble.

Putting down the rice cooker, Zais turned his head to look at the wooden box next to him.

"This should be the killer weapon you mentioned, right?" Zais said to Hazari.

Hazari stood nearby, scratched his head, and said:
"When Hamidi handed me these two things, he only said he was giving me a big killer weapon, but he didn't say which one it was."

After hearing these words, Zais's heart finally settled down.

He asked someone to get a crowbar and pried open the wooden box in no time.

Then I saw the gas tank inside.

In other words, I saw the gas tanks inside that had been transformed into the shape of mortar shells.

When he saw this thing, he frowned, then his eyes lit up. He bent down, and with a little effort, he lifted up the gas tank.

Shake.

It is empty indeed.

But he did not throw the gas tank away. Instead, he put it on the ground and looked at it carefully.

Soon, he slapped the gas tank and laughed:
“This is indeed a powerful weapon!”

"Hazari, Hamidi is right, this is indeed a powerful weapon."

"Ah?" Hazari was confused by the incoherent words. He squatted down and reached out to touch it.

Just as he was about to speak, Zais's explanation came: