I manufacture weapons in the Middle East and am wanted globally?

Chapter 67 I'm a vegetarian!

"Assef Shokat!"

Khalid's voice was trembling with excitement, he could hardly breathe. "Boss, you don't know this name? The Deputy Chief of Staff of the Syrian Army! The son-in-law of old Assad! Bashar al-Assad's brother-in-law, a close confidant!!!"

Chen Zheng stood there, stunned.

? ? ? ? ?

Members of the regime's inner circle!!!

Holy crap!

Chen Zheng blurted out a vulgar curse, the sound echoing across the empty tarmac. Several ground crew members from the cargo terminal turned around to look.

Are you sure?

His voice was also very excited.

"The news has already spread from Daraa to Zahle. The government forces can't hide it anymore; it's on the news. Information about Abdullah and others has also been leaked. The bubble tea shop is in an uproar!"

Chen Zheng took a deep breath, feeling as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

He used a mosquito drone to kill a lieutenant general.

Isn't this the best GG?

What could be more convincing than real combat?

Rabbit's products are often criticized by some as lacking practical application and only being aesthetically pleasing. However, after White Elephant was defeated, such opinions have decreased significantly in the market.

Khalid spoke rapidly, like a machine gun: "Abdullah said they used ten Mosquitoes, a saturation attack, all ten launched at the same time. The enemy couldn't defend against them at all. There wasn't even any cover in the open ground. The platform is now like the surface of the moon, full of craters."

As Chen Zheng listened to Khalid's vivid description, the corners of his mouth gradually widened, revealing a set of white teeth all the way to his ears.

Listen up, buddy.

"From this moment forward, I want this message to spread throughout the Bekaa Valley, throughout Lebanon, and throughout Syria."

.

"I want everyone to know that the weapon that killed Lieutenant General Assef Shokat was called the Mosquito-1 drone, and it was manufactured by Monster Factory."

He paused for a moment, then a sudden inspiration struck him.

"Find a printing shop in Zahle and make posters from the photos and battle reports. A2 size, color print, the bigger the better. Post them at the entrance of the village, at the entrance of the cafe in Zahle, and on the wall of the bar in Beirut. I want everyone who passes by to see them."

Khalid gasped on the other end of the line: "Boss, isn't this a bit too high-profile? What about the milk tea shop over there—"

"The weapons I manufactured killed Assad's brother-in-law, shouldn't I be making a big show of it?"

Chen Zheng interrupted him, his tone brimming with self-righteousness, "I'm not selling vibrators, those buzzing noises only make people itchy. I'm selling drones that can kill a lieutenant general!"

"Boss, when the Islamic Jihad members were killed in the bombing, you said you'd sponsor them to fight back against Israel, but didn't you later think it was too high-profile? This time—"

Chen Zheng declared righteously, "I cannot defeat Israel!"

"What's behind Syria? Russia is in another region now. By the time they come looking for trouble, even an iron tree will have blossomed!"

""

HJB makes a good point.

Chen Zheng paused for a moment, then said, "Perhaps we can beat them now, or maybe in the future?"

Khalid was silent for a moment on the other end, then lowered his voice: "Boss, I understand. Go find Abdullah first thing tomorrow morning. Photos, battle reports, leaflets, posters, nothing is missing."

"Don't worry about the money. Spend it as you see fit, don't be stingy. What we need is speed, the faster the better. Mosquitoes are money printing machines, our source of cash flow!"

"clear!"

Chen Zheng hung up the phone, stuffed it back into his pocket, turned around, looked up, and stared at the cabin door above the boarding stairs.

Li Yang was leaning over the cabin door, half his body sticking out, holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand, looking down.

"Brother Chen, what's wrong? You look so happy."

"We're going to get rich! We're going to get rich!!!"

"One step closer to dating a Hollywood actress?" Li Yang joked with a smile.

Chen Zheng replied, "You could beat LeBron James without any problem!"

"9

Khalid acted even faster than Chen Zheng had anticipated.

He is also very proactive.

They contacted Adnan directly, and he was clearly taken aback when he heard that the weapon that killed Lieutenant General Assef Shokat was manufactured by them.

Then Khalid said he hoped Khalid could help get people plastering GG all over the city.

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Adnan didn't refuse, and even felt a little regretful.

Bruce had invited me back then!

They won't actually make a name for themselves, will they?

"Okay, give it to me, it's just the money—"

"2 US dollars!"

Adnan laughed and said, "As you wish!"

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Beirut.

At six o'clock in the morning, the first rays of the Mediterranean sun had just crossed the coastline and shone on the chalk cliffs of Pigeon Rock.

As usual, at 5:50 a.m., Mohammed Qasim emerged from his rented apartment in the Hamra neighborhood, wearing a faded gray robe and carrying a stack of newly printed morning newspapers under his arm, and walked along his usual route toward the sea.

However, today, halfway there, his stomach suddenly gave way and he ate a hard, uncooperative stomach.

The hummus from last night might not be very fresh.

He quickened his pace, squeezed his thighs together, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. There were no toilets available for the Survey Corps at this time.

"Underwear Savior" Brother Hong is not here either!

But his 23 years of experience delivering newspapers told him that the nearest public toilet in this area was at the corner of Binhai Avenue, in that small cement building that was perpetually filled with the smell of disinfectant and stale urine.

The cleaner comes every Thursday to change the mothballs, and today happens to be Thursday, so he's lucky.

He pushed the door open and went in; thankfully, it was empty.

Muhammad slipped into the second cubicle, turned around, and closed the door.

Just as he reached out to close the door, his gaze inadvertently swept over the back of the door panel.

There was something pasted on it.

The public toilet door was originally covered with all sorts of "masterpieces"—swear words carved with a ballpoint pen, heart-shaped patterns drawn with a key, the phone number of a man named "Hassan," and a sentence written in a marker that read "Jamal is a big idiot."

But right in the center of these layers of graffiti, a huge poster, like a dark red patch, was firmly nailed there.

A2 size, color printing, on thick coated paper, with the edges glued tightly shut—clearly the work of a professional. The background is dark red, which looks eerie.

The photo in the very center isn't very high resolution.

A Mercedes-Benz G-Class SUV was blown to pieces; the body was charred black, all the windows were shattered, and the doors were riddled with dents left by shrapnel.

A person was lying next to the car; his face had been blurred, but the golden star on his shoulder was glaringly clear.

Above the photo, a line of large text is printed side by side in Arabic and English: "Lieutenant General Assef Shaukat, Deputy Chief of Staff of the Syrian Army, killed in action on the front lines in Daraa."

Below the photo is another line of larger text, in bold red, taking up almost a third of the poster: "The weapon that shot him down: Mosquito 1 drone - $550."

At the very bottom, in slightly smaller but equally striking font, was the tagline: "Monster Factory: Making superweapons accessible to everyone!"

Order hotline: +961-XX-XXXXXXX, bulk orders are negotiable!

Muhammad Qasim stood frozen, one hand bracing against the door panel, the other clutching his stomach.

He had seen all sorts of advertisements plastered on walls, utility poles, shop windows, and abandoned phone booths. They were for selling cars, houses, yachts, and even those annoying flyers in alleyways advertising "divorce agreement drafting services."

But selling arms—

That's so low-class!

But he immediately took a liking to the mosquito drone because Assef Shokat was so famous; he was more than 10 years older than his wife and had five sons when he met the "princess."

The princess's older brother, of course, disagreed, so they eloped.

A rich girl fell in love with me, a divorced man with five children?

This is the real "phoenix man" (a man from a poor background who achieves success), and the object of many people's "envy".

He was killed in the bombing yesterday, and it made the news immediately!

"O God—"

He muttered something under his breath and slowly squatted down.

His stomach just couldn't take it anymore.

The dark red poster was just thirty centimeters in front of him, looking down at him.

Zahle.

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At seven in the morning, the cafes in the old town were not crowded yet.

Nabil Taha sat in his usual corner, a cup of Turkish coffee in front of him, the coffee grounds settling at the bottom of the cup in a thick layer.

He didn't sleep well last night.

He dreamed that he was standing on a main street covered with posters, all of which featured American dollars, and that Franklin’s smiling face shone brightly in the sunlight.

He picked up his coffee cup and took a sip; it was already cold.

"Mr. Nabil".

A voice came from the doorway. It was his shop assistant, a young man in his early twenties who usually ran errands and delivered goods. He was standing at the doorway, holding a piece of paper in his hand, panting heavily.

"Outside—there are so many posters outside—"

"What's on it?" Nabil put down his cup.

The waiter came in and handed over the paper.

Nabil took it, looked down, and his fingers tightened suddenly, causing the coffee cup to wobble on the table and almost fall over.

He stared at the poster for a good ten seconds, then slowly raised his head and looked at his friend.

"When was it put up?"

"I don't know, I saw them when I woke up this morning, they were everywhere. I ran around several streets, and they were on every single street."

Nabil placed the poster on the table and lightly flicked the edge of it twice with his fingers.

"A madman," he muttered.

"What did you say?" The waiter didn't hear him clearly.

Nabil waved his hand, stood up, and straightened the collar of his robe.

"It's nothing. Go and tear down the poster at the door and put it in my shop. Put it on the wall behind the cashier, right in the middle, where customers can see it as soon as they enter."

The waiter paused for a moment, then said, "Boss, that's GG—"

"What's wrong with GG? I think it looks pretty good."

The waiter nodded gratefully.

Meanwhile, at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

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Chen Zheng hadn't slept comfortably, so he opened his eyes and stretched.

Assam leaned back in the seat next to him, his head tilted to one side, his mouth slightly open, emitting soft snores.

Li Yang sat further back, huddled under the blanket, with only a tuft of hair showing.

Chen Zheng did not wake them up.

Then I opened the window shutter and saw outside—a beautiful sunrise!

Outside the porthole, clouds stretched out below like a vast white cotton field, and the morning light peeked through the gaps in the clouds, bathing the cabin in a warm golden hue.

Drop~

An interface appeared before my eyes.

Against a dark background, a green, fanged monster stares with its eyes wide open in the upper left corner.

[System notification!]

The regional influence has met the upgrade requirements!

Current regional influence: 2147/2000

Factory Level: Lv.2 → Lv.3

[Monster Factory's trial operation has ended!]

[Achievement System Now Available!]

[Global ranking system launched!]

Monster Workers' attributes all increase processing precision: Laborers +15% → +25%, Fine Crafting base increases by 30%!

Processing speed: Hard work +16% → +30%, Fine work +25% → +40%

[Newcomer Gift Pack: Can generate a 70m x 50m long, 70m deep natural rock layer at a designated location +1]

An underground karst cave reinforced with 1 meter-thick high-strength reinforced concrete!

[Duplicate]: This item can be duplicated and will also grant a buff!

Chen Zheng was stunned when he saw this.

Oh wow, so the first two levels were just a demo version of TMD.

So you were only watching "GG" before?

It made Boss Chen laugh.

He simply clicked on "Activate Achievement System!" to take a look.

Then I saw a huge, densely packed mass—

What about producing weapons that can kill a thousand, ten thousand, or even a hundred thousand people?

"Damn it, do I look like a serial killer? I'm a vegetarian!"