Crossing through time 04, I blew up the American aircraft carrier.

The morning sun shone on the dark little house of Mai Meng's auto repair stall.

A few people sat on the stones in front of the house, chewing on khat, passing the time during a boring day.

"Amir, go, straighten that sharp rock and put it back in place!"

The middle-aged mechanic in his forties, who is also the owner of this auto repair stall, Nibras, is directing his twelve-year-old son to do the work.

Their car repair stall makes a decent living every day just by repairing tires, so they must have some special skills!

This road was built by the Soviets and is very sturdy. They deliberately dug several pits in the middle of the road and buried stones with the pointed ends facing upwards. If a car wheel runs over them, it will get a tire blowout.

If you get a flat tire, you have to come here to get it repaired!

However... it doesn't always work. For example, this time, the heavy truck roared past, and not only did it not have a tire blowout, it also pushed the rock back down!

A little boy named Amir, dressed in tattered clothes and covered in dirt, skipped over in a pair of plastic slippers.

Just then, a three-wheeled motorcycle approached from a distance.

Buzz, buzz!

Right in front of the repair stall, the motorcycle suddenly whirred a few times and then stopped moving!

A customer has arrived!

A truck is a vehicle, a tractor is a vehicle, and a three-wheeled motorcycle is also a vehicle!

Nibras ran over: "Brother, this car of yours clearly has a spark plug problem. Here, I'll replace them with platinum ones, they'll definitely be better!"

"Then you'd better hurry, I'm in a rush to pick up the goods!"

"What kind of cargo can you haul in that little car?"

"It can carry a lot more, and the key is that it can go through mountainous areas! All kinds of narrow roads are no problem!" The driver pointed to a passing truck: "Look, that truck is big enough, right? Can it go through mountain roads? Last time, a whole truckload of gas cylinders was hauled away by our tricycles. At that time, I..."

Neblas's eyes lit up: "You've delivered gas cylinders before?"

"yes!"

"Where was it sent?"

"Sada".

Do you remember the exact location?

Why are you asking this?

"Recently... gas cylinder prices have gone up quite a bit, I'm thinking of making some money too," Nibras said. "Brother, where did you send them? I'd like to see if I can get a batch from there. Just tell me the address, and I'll fix this car for you for free!"

"No way! Unless you give me a million."

"One million rials? You've asked for a lot! But... as long as the address is accurate, I can give it to you..."

"No, a million dollars!"

Neblas's eyes widened: "What did you say?"

"That place is worth a million dollars! With that money, I can go to Europe and live a good life..."

Neblas gritted his teeth: "Fine, you wait! I'll go get you the money!"

After saying that, he got on the beat-up motorcycle at the repair stall and rode away.

Forty minutes later, a car pulled up in front of the door.

"Mr. Avdia, the person is inside, please come in!"

Nibrats, in the passenger seat, respectfully opened the car door.

A middle-aged man in a suit got out of the car, looked around, and was about to walk forward when a gust of wind blew by, carrying a unique smell!

His expression changed instantly, and he instinctively tried to crawl back into the car. The next moment... more than a dozen armed men stood up from all around him, their dark gun barrels pointed at him.

"Hey, who are you? What do you want?"

"Mr. Avdia, you're Mossad's head in Hodeidah, right? Shall we talk?"

Inside the small house, the motorcyclist emerged, holding a dagger dripping with blood.

Avdia took a deep breath, her gaze seemingly directed at him, yet also at the hillside behind him.

"What are you looking at? The sniper lying in ambush there? We've already taken care of him." The motorcyclist's face remained calm, but the next moment, his expression changed: "Get down!"

boom!

The car exploded, and Avdia, Nebulas, and others were thrown into the air!

After the shockwave subsided, the motorcyclist shook off the dust, touched his head, and found his scalp had been shaved off and was covered in blood.

"These damn squid!" he said angrily. "Send a message to Hassan, reporting everything that's happening here!"

"Yes, Your Excellency Kamal!"

Sana'a, on the outskirts of the new city.

"Hassan, we've taken down the Mossad leader in Hodeidah, but we didn't capture him. They detonated a grenade they were carrying at the last moment," Tariq said somewhat embarrassedly.

This task was carried out by their tribe, but unexpectedly, something went wrong.

"It's alright. Those guys know they'll suffer even more if they fall into our hands. With the Mossad forces eliminated from Hodeidah, our supply lines will be more secure, and... this is also beneficial to us!"

Everything is under control!

Just then, Said excitedly came over: "Hassan, brothers in the city, we spotted several cars from the Strauss Group's Yemen branch, and they were all driving very fast..."

"Okay, they all went!"

Tariq's eyes lit up: "The news from Hodeidah has reached Sana'a, and Mossad's key intelligence personnel in Yemen have all gathered for a meeting?"

"That's right!" Qin Yuan nodded. "It would be best if the Mossad intelligence agents in Hodeidah remained loyal to us. Even if they die, they will still create opportunities for us!"

Targeted killings—something the Davids used to love doing!

By various means, obtain the exact location of the meeting of the hostile armed forces, and then take off to bomb it!

No matter which country their destination is in, they can fly there with ease!

just now……

Let the people of David taste what it's like to be targeted and eliminated!

"Hassan, leave this mission to us!" Taric exclaimed excitedly. "All we need is a vehicle equipped with a Hellfire Cannon; we can wipe them all out!"

That's right, one shot, one building, no one can escape!

The enemy will be wiped out, but what about our own people?

"This is Sana'a!" Qin Yuan shook his head. "The Hell Cannon has a range of only a few hundred meters. Even if it succeeds, the brothers won't be able to escape!"

"We are not afraid. For victory, sacrifice is nothing!"

"Wouldn't it be better to win without making any sacrifices?"

"Then let's use Hassan rockets?" Tariq realized.

These rockets have a long range and can hit targets right here. The only drawback is their poor accuracy, which could also harm people nearby.

However... this sacrifice is acceptable in order to eliminate the damned Mossad's core members in Yemen!

"No, didn't we capture some new equipment last time, Said? Unpack our new equipment, and once our brothers in the city have evacuated, we'll open fire!"

"yes!"

Tariq stared wide-eyed as Said effortlessly picked up a woven bag, opened it, and pulled out a thin tube from inside.

This is……

M224 mortar, a loot captured last time!