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

At the southern tip of Tel Aviv, the capital of the United Kingdom of David, stands an unassuming, old, brown building.

This is the headquarters of Mossad, the most famous intelligence agency in the United States!

Established on April 1, 1951, Mossad has been shrouded in mystery since its inception, accomplishing many tasks that seemed impossible to outsiders.

They organized the return of Davidians from all over the world, including Black people with David blood, except that they were secretly injected with a sterilization injection upon entry.

They stole MiG fighter jets, stole Mirage fighter jet blueprints, and carried out assassinations all over the world...

Their prominence overshadowed MI5, the CIA, and the KGB...

But today...

The atmosphere in the second-floor meeting room was somewhat tense.

"This is a shameful day for us Mossad!" The voice of Director Mer-Dagan, who took office in 02, echoed throughout the conference room.

"Our intelligence network in Yemen has been almost completely wiped out! The regional leaders and mid-level personnel in Sana'a, Saada, and Hodeidah have all been killed! We have never suffered such a loss since the establishment of Mossad!"

Being a secret agent is like dancing on a knife's edge; you could be killed at any moment, but... at most, you'll only lose a few people on one line!

The intelligence network of a country has been almost completely destroyed, something that has never happened in recent years!

Mel Dagan was born in 1945 on a truck fleeing from Siberia to Poland!

Such a person, as long as he survives, is destined to be extraordinary!

At the age of five, he immigrated to the United States with his parents. After graduating from high school, he joined the paratrooper brigade, served as a reconnaissance soldier, and later participated in the Six-Day War, his hands stained with blood.

He was an old comrade of Sharon, a famous hawk in the Kingdom of David, nicknamed "Knife Biting Mouth"!

How could someone like him tolerate such a devastating blow to one of his intelligence networks!

At this moment, his eyes were filled with ferocity.

"We need to rebuild North Yemen's intelligence network. I wonder... if any of you are willing to go?"

It's very dangerous over there. Even in the capital, you could be targeted and eliminated at any time!

"I!"

No sooner had the words been spoken than someone stood up from their seat.

Tamir Pardo joined Mossad in 1980 and has never appeared in the public media. He has been engaged in intelligence work for more than 20 years and is very experienced. Moreover, he has some Arab ancestry, and his facial features are easy to fool people.

Mel-Dagan nodded in satisfaction.

"Good, Pardo, if you perform well, you'll be the next Mossad director!"

"Yes, thank you for your promotion."

"Don't get too excited yet. I'd like to know how you plan to get started?"

"A blood debt must be repaid! So many of our excellent comrades were killed in the bombing of our intelligence agency in Yemen. This time... we must wipe out all the Houthi high command and send Abdul-Houthi to meet his big brother!"

He not only wanted to rebuild Yemen's intelligence network, but also to take revenge!

Mossad has done many great things, but its specialty is still assassination!

Mel-Dagan nodded: "Hmm, your idea is good, but the Houthi leadership's hideouts are very well concealed; finding them won't be easy!"

"That's right, it's not easy for us to do it alone, so we need the help of others."

"Who?"

"That man, Prince Talal!"

The Houthis are cunning. They used Prince Talal to successfully turn Shah and Yemen against each other, resulting in constant verbal sparring and preventing them from cooperating to eliminate the Houthis. Meanwhile, the Houthis took the opportunity to grow stronger!

Now, we can still use Taalal to sow discord between Shah and the Houthis!

Tamir Pardo launched into a long explanation of his plan, leaving everyone else staring in disbelief. "That's so... clever!" they thought.

Why didn't we think of using this method before?

"Alright, Tamir, I approve your plan. Operation codename: God's Revenge!"

"Yes."

Sha, the capital.

"Your Highness Talal, Mr. Ajilan has come to pay a visit!"

"Which Agilan?"

"He's the head of the Agilan Brothers company."

Since his plane was shot down by a missile, Talal's father has forbidden him from flying. Because of his pro-Houthi stance, he was also unable to take on his original job as his father's assistant.

So... he's been quite free lately, so he's attended various banquets, and that's where he met Agilan.

Sha's land is rich in oil resources and gold, so he never worries about money, but... none of these can be eaten!

The Sha family doesn't have much land to grow food. Over the years, they have been actively working on seawater desalination and wheat cultivation, but with very little success.

They still rely mainly on imports for the food, light industrial products, and other necessities they require.

Ajilan Brothers Company, the largest private grain import and export company in China owned by Mr. Sha!

It is essential to cultivate good relationships with people like this.

"Okay, please let him in!"

Soon, a man with a large beard, wearing a white robe and a red and white checkered turban, walked in with a smile on his face.

"Your Highness Talal, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

After exchanging pleasantries, he got to the point: "I've come to ask for your help."

"What kind of help?"

"I've been importing too much flour lately, and the market can't keep up. Even though the climate here is hot, flour can't be stored outdoors; it has to be stored in a warehouse. But my warehouse is full, so..."

He spoke while watching Talal's expression.

Talal was taken aback at first, then something else occurred to him.

"How much more than you imported?"

"One hundred containers!"

"Okay, I'll take all of your flour!"

"No, no, Your Highness Talal, I only came to borrow your warehouse. The amount of flour is too large, you..."

"I bought these as gifts, and you've sent them all to Najilan!"

"Alright, alright, thank you, Your Highness. I'll pay you the CIF price!"

"Market price is fine, I, Sha, have plenty of money!"

After seeing the guests off, Talal looked at his loyal servant who had followed him for many years.

"Wanhabi, it's inconvenient for me to come in person, so please deliver this batch of flour to the Houthis!"

Wanhabi was taken aback: "Your Highness, the Yemeni government is still pressuring us about sending reinforcements to the Houthis, and this flour..."

"This is flour, not a weapon! The Houthis are so poor! They killed their only sheep to feed me, while they themselves ate bread. I must repay this kindness. We Shahs are not men of David, who only seek revenge, not gratitude!"

"All right."

Wanhabi knew that Talal had always been grateful to the Houthis and wanted to do something to repay them.

There weren't many opportunities before, but now... sending a batch of flour over isn't a big deal, is it?