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

A waste treatment plant near Tel Aviv.

From the outside, the factory looks clean and tidy, but as soon as you get close, you can smell the pungent stench in the air.

This kind of work has always been something the Davids were unwilling to do, so without exception, all the people in the factory wearing safety helmets and work clothes were Arabs.

Buzz, buzz!

A garbage truck drove in, and the driver skillfully turned around, reversed, aligned the truck bed with the conveyor belt behind, and slowly raised the truck bed. Soon, countless pieces of garbage were poured onto the conveyor belt.

After emptying the container, the driver strode towards the office next door.

dong dong!

"Don't come in, talk from the doorway!" The person inside covered their nose, pushed the table, and moved themselves and their swivel chair back a meter or two.

"Mr. Calvin, my car has some problems and needs to be repaired. It will take about... two hours."

"Okay, but we need to make up for the time lost during the car repairs tonight, and we can't let our garbage collection work be delayed."

"Yes."

Buzz, buzz!

The garbage truck left the garbage disposal workshop and drove to the adjacent repair garage.

There were no Davids inside, only a few Arab repairmen. They glanced warily outside, saw no one, and then... quietly closed the garage door.

"Quickly, get started on the modifications!"

Ordinary three-wheeled motorcycles, pickup trucks, and loaders cannot possibly escape the notice of Tel Aviv's security personnel!

The only way they can bring the Hell Cannon into Tel Aviv is by garbage truck!

This is also why Hassan chose to cooperate with the people here; the Houthi rebels alone really can't take down the Mossad headquarters!

"Mr. Hassan, could you please give me some pointers?"

Just then, Dave, who was also dressed as an ordinary worker, spoke up.

"Cut four openings at the bottom front of the garbage truck's cargo box, and weld four thick steel pipes inside. This will create a four-round hell cannon launcher. Place the gas cylinders inside beforehand, so all you have to do is drive over, raise the hydraulic rods in the cargo box, and it's ready to fire..."

To be honest, this vehicle is really useful; it could easily be made into a multi-mounted self-propelled hellfire cannon! It comes with its own hydraulic support, making erection very simple…

Actually, if we utilized all the space, we could achieve eight-barrel firing, but... that would be too obvious and might be detected. Besides, the recoil would be too great!

One gas cylinder is enough to destroy that small building. Launching four gas cylinders now is the safest option!

"Okay, let's improve it according to this plan!" Dave nodded. "Let's get started!"

Draw the outline with chalk, cut the steel plate with an oxy-acetylene torch, then insert the pre-prepared steel pipe and weld it together...

Two hours was a tight schedule, but... looking at the finished product, everyone smiled.

Jingle Bell!

"Hey, this is the repair shop."

"Damn it, you still haven't fixed the car? Several neighborhoods have already called me; their trash cans are overflowing!"

"Yes, yes, we'll set off right away!"

Hanging up the phone, driver Mustafa remained calm: "Alright, since these people are so eager to die, I'll set off right now!"

"Mustafa, after completing the mission, retreat along the designated route! Your safety is paramount!"

Hassan's words touched Mustafa deeply: "Thank you for your concern."

After joining the organization, he had long since become indifferent to life and death, but... the fact that someone cared about him still warmed his heart.

Buzz, buzz!

The engine roared to life, and he stepped on the gas, driving off.

"Professor, now... let's enjoy this most spectacular sight!"

A drone took off from the garbage disposal station, and several people slipped out through the back door and got into a pickup truck.

Inside an old, brown building at the southern end of Tel Aviv.

"According to reliable intelligence, the bombing was a complete success. The leader of the Houthi rebels, Abdul-Houthi, is said to be seriously injured, so much so that they have to ask the best surgeon from Shah's side to operate on him." Tamir Pardo spoke calmly, but his words revealed an undisguised pride.

"It's a pity we got the intelligence too late; otherwise, we could have sent our own people over and killed this damned guy during the surgery!"

Mel-Dagan remarked with a sigh, then said, "However, this result is already very good. In a short period of time, they have lost two leaders. Let's see who dares to lead the Houthis in the future!"

Whoever takes this risk will die! The Houthi rebels will definitely be terrified!

It's possible... the Houthi rebels will be completely disbanded because of this bombing!

"There was an unexpected situation with Sha. They were very dissatisfied with the US military's bombing of Yemen without permission and expressed a strong protest..." the intelligence chief in charge of Sha said.

"Hmph, only the weak choose to protest. Since the US has already stationed troops in Saudi Arabia, they're not going to withdraw! Even if they were to withdraw, they could easily station troops in Iraq. In short, since the US military is here, they won't leave the Middle East!"

Mel-Dagan, however, didn't seem to care: "How's the assassination plan for Talal coming along?"

"He's been acting very discreetly lately, probably because he's sensed something, and we haven't been able to find an opportunity to strike."

"Hmph, he can't stay a coward forever; he'll make a mistake eventually! Find an opportunity and kill him immediately, leaving evidence of the Houthi rebels at the scene!"

"Yes."

Meanwhile, the garbage truck had already driven to the nearby block, and the two workers on board began to move the garbage bins, hook them onto the lifting device on the side, and pull the control lever next to them.

No response?

"Mustafa, what's wrong with this control lever?"

"Wait a moment, let me take a look."

Mustafa circled the vehicle, his eyes glancing unconsciously at the soldiers with guns slung over their shoulders standing at the street corner, before speaking casually: "There's a problem with the piping on the chassis; I need to open up the truck bed."

Buzz, buzz!

With a few presses of the accelerator, the lifting cylinder of the garbage truck began to operate, and the garbage truck bed slowly rose, ten degrees, twenty degrees, thirty degrees, forty-five degrees!

This is the maximum elevation angle at which the Hellfire Cannon fires! The distance between the location of this trash can and the target is exactly at the maximum range!

The front of the car was already aligned with the target, so now...

David, die!

Mustafa took a deep breath, and then... pressed the extra button that had been added to the side of the chassis.

tom!

A flame rose from the front of the garbage truck's raised cargo bed. In front of the flame was a sky-blue gas cylinder with a line of Arabic script sprayed on it.

David, die!