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

Mossad.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was very relaxed.

"There's nothing in the world that Mossad can't do!"

"That's right, we can obtain any intelligence with just a few simple tricks!"

"Tamir, why don't you introduce the results?" Mel-Dagan said.

"Okay, firstly, the town of Malan has the strongest locator signal, indicating that it's their main base. We should make Malan a key bombing target!"

Tamir-Pardo pointed to the map, affixing bomb symbols to it: "There's a tribe here called the Hadza, which gets more food than many other tribes, so... the Hadza tribe is also a secondary target for our attack!"

"There are roughly forty or fifty other targets. We'll allocate them based on how much food we get. The less important ones, just drop one or two to intimidate them and make them distance themselves from the Houthis..."

Mel Dagan nodded.

"We will coordinate with the Prince Sultan Air Base to deploy twenty F-15E fighter-bombers using precision-guided bombs, enough to blast this place to smithereens! Hmph, the Houthis dared to attack our Mossad, this is the price they have to pay!"

"So when do we make our move? Is now okay?"

Mel-Dagan shook his head: "Tonight is better! They'll all be asleep at night; that's when the bombing will be most effective!"

"Okay, then tonight!"

Tamir Pardo continued to elaborate on the action plan: "Once we've blown up the Houthi stronghold, we'll need to organize manpower to assassinate Talal!"

What?

Everyone was stunned. This operation... was not so simple. If they were not careful, it could lead to disastrous consequences!

Mel-Dagan pondered for a moment, then smiled with satisfaction: "Excellent, this is a good plan! Anyone who dares to support the Houthis must die!"

As the setting sun cast its last rays upon the earth, the shadows of the mountains stretched long, and many valleys grew dark.

The roar of a helicopter echoed through the valley.

"Okay, that's Malan Town ahead. We can stop on the hilltop there; there's a flat area."

"good!"

At this moment, the people below were alarmed, and some nervously picked up their automatic rifles, ready to fire into the sky!

"Wait, that plane belongs to the Saudi royal family!" someone recognized the insignia. "Besides, it's not an attack helicopter; it means us no harm!"

"Let's go take a look!"

As soon as the helicopter landed, Saeed was the first to jump out. Looking at the approaching men, he shouted, "Quick, quick, notify everyone! Our base has been exposed! There's something wrong with that flour!"

own people?

Said?

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but after hearing what Said said, their faces turned gloomy.

At this moment, Qin Yuan also got off the plane and looked at the people in the cockpit: "Brother Talal, thank you for personally bringing us back. Hurry up and go back, this place is about to be bombed!"

"No, I want to stay with you!"

Talal remained firm in his stance.

When he realized that he had done something wrong with good intentions, Talal felt very guilty. When he arrived at the airport, he personally flew the royal helicopter to bring Qin Yuan and Said back, and... he even planned to stay!

This must be remedied!

"Talal, you're not doing anything by staying here. You need to go back and help stop those planes from flying over..."

Talal nodded: "Okay, I'll go back to find Uncle Sultan right now!"

As he spoke, he pulled the main torque, and the roar of the rotors began.

Just as the helicopter was about to take off, Qin Yuan suddenly remembered something and shouted loudly.

"Brother, you must protect yourself! The Davidians might assassinate you!"

Mossad first used flour to locate and destroy the Houthi stronghold, instilling hatred in the Houthis towards the Shah's royal family. Then, they turned around and assassinated Talal, framing the Houthis. In this way, the Shah and the Houthis became mortal enemies!

There are many ways to take down Talar, the simplest being to sabotage the plane!

Of course, there's definitely nothing wrong with the helicopter now; they haven't had time to tamper with it, otherwise they wouldn't have returned safely.

"Understood!" Talal's face was extremely gloomy as he continued to pull the collective pitch lever.

The helicopter pulled up and left the valley to return home.

At this moment, Hamid and Abdul-Housse rushed over.

"Hassan, what's going on?"

"The Davids tampered with that batch of flour; there's probably a tracking device inside. American warplanes might come and bomb it!"

Positioning device?

Hamid suddenly remembered something: "Someone, check all the desiccant packets inside the flour bags!"

Soon, a large number of desiccants were gathered together. Most of them were fine, but... a very small number of packages, once opened, revealed small and exquisite circuit boards!

Holding the circuit board, Abdul-Houthi's face was extremely grim.

"Did Talal lie to us?"

"No, he's our good brother. He personally piloted the plane to bring me back!" Qin Yuan said urgently. "Your Excellency Abdul, this isn't the time for that. Where did you send all this flour?"

"Our various bases, and the tribes that support us, oh right... the Hadza tribe has gained quite a bit..."

Originally, the tribe that was closest to you and made the greatest contributions would receive more. Now, it has become a marker to distinguish the importance of a target!

"Your Excellency Abdul, the relocation work here is yours. I need to hurry back to the Hadza tribe..."

"No problem, go ahead!"

Whoosh!

Qin Yuan jumped quickly onto a three-wheeled motorcycle, kicked the start lever hard, and it started buzzing!

"Wait for me!"

Sayed ran a few steps and barely managed to grab the railing of the motorcycle bed before jumping up.

This journey was so bumpy!

Said was nearly thrown off several times!

Two hours later.

The moon was bright and the stars were few; the outline of a tribe appeared in the distance.

Since returning from his time travel, Qin Yuan has been fighting wars. This is the first time he has returned to the tribe where he, the chief's son, grew up.

In the non-secular Arab world, it is generally permissible to have four wives. My father, the sheikh, also had four wives, but... he had problems in that area. After his first wife gave birth to him, none of his remaining wives had children.

Therefore, he was the only minor chief of the Hadza tribe and had never been mistreated since childhood...

This time when I came back...

"Brother Hassan!"

As soon as Qin Yuan's motorcycle entered the village, he heard an excited female voice.

Qin Yuan looked over and saw a tall girl, wrapped in a long black robe with beautiful patterns on the edges. She wore a headscarf and had a kind face. Only her big, dark eyes were visible, and she was looking at him with surprise.

"Who are you?"

A hint of disappointment flashed in the girl's eyes: "I'm Hasna! Brother Hassan, didn't you come back to marry me?"

"Ahem, Hassan, Hasna grew up with us. When you were little, you said you'd marry her, and she's been waiting for you ever since..." Said interjected from behind, "If it weren't for you, she would have been married long ago..."

This……

Childhood sweethearts?

Qin Yuan felt a headache coming on. He had come to this chaotic world with the intention of making a name for himself, not with any romantic feelings.

"Hasna, immediately notify everyone to evacuate! American planes could bomb us at any moment!"

"What?"

At this moment, Nurundin had already come upon hearing the noise. Upon seeing his son's back, the first thing he heard was this.

"Quickly, move out immediately! Take our food with you!"

"No, we can't bring it!" Qin Yuan broke out in a cold sweat. Bringing food was the most dangerous thing!