American Gossip King

Chapter 268 Saddam's Lifeline

Qatari Palace.

This is one of Saddam's many palaces.

Ian Karl was placed in this lavishly decorated palace, surrounded by a large number of soldiers.

The fountain in the center flows with clear water, and green plants are everywhere, reflecting a green color in this desert land.

Ian was in a luxurious room inside the palace, enjoying Iraqi specialties.

He took a big bite of a piece of mutton and nodded, saying, "It tastes pretty good."

Brideson glanced at the guards outside and the Iraqi beauties inside who were taking care of Ian, and laughed, "Communications have been cut off. We can't contact Los Angeles right now."

Ian wasn't surprised by this.

Although Saddam needed him to prove that Iraq did not have weapons of mass destruction, it was impossible for him to issue a statement.

A background check will definitely be conducted.

The key point is that Ian never intended to do this; he was just looking for an excuse.

Now that you've cut off the communication yourself, it's even more convenient for me.

He waved his hand dismissively and said, "Take it easy, it's nothing, just treat it as a vacation. Look at our President Saddam, she's being very hospitable. You can pick some of those girls to go over... I always handle the errands while you drive, it must be tiring."

Bledson nodded: "That's one of the reasons I was willing to come with you."

Muslims are a religion with very high standards of etiquette, but this does not prevent the debauchery of the upper class—the rules only apply to those below.

Being entertained by beautiful women was a common occurrence!

Seeing that Ian was living a comfortable life, Brideson didn't say anything more. He went downstairs with Van Nistel and Clark, and each took a girl to their room.

Ian, meanwhile, was enjoying this wonderful life, entertained by several exotic girls.

He looked at a girl who looked remarkably like Dilraba Dilmurat and asked, "What's your name?"

The girl said a lot of things.

I didn't understand a single word.

So Ian sighed, "Never mind, names don't matter, we're all just passing through."

He lay down leisurely and looked at the surveillance camera outside the room not far away.

He smiled slightly and waved at the surveillance camera.

The door was closed and the curtains were drawn.

The girls in the room instantly understood; they lifted the luxurious silk, revealing their beautiful bodies.

It was a scene of soft, warm fragrance, beautiful aromas, and beautiful women, accompanied by a flushed red tide!

Afterwards, Ian had to admit that although everyone feared death under the tyrant's rule, the tyrant's thoughtfulness was indeed very pleasant!

When I woke up the next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

Ian shook his neck, his slightly tired body regaining some energy in the sunlight. He went to the balcony, leaned on the railing, and looked down.

Downstairs, Van Nistel was gesturing and talking to an Iraqi beauty.

He picked up his camera and took a picture of the girl, but she only managed a forced smile.

The guards at the door looked at Ian with complicated expressions, their thoughts unreadable.

An Iraqi officer walked over from a distance.

Accompanied by a translator, someone shouted from below, "By order of the President, we are taking you to the base."

Ian gave a soft "hmm," and with the help of several beautiful women, he got dressed and went downstairs.

They got into the car and drove on.

As you walk along the road, you can see that there are still many people on the streets, and they seem to be unaffected.

With war looming, the wealthy were sent away first, while the common people stayed behind to prepare for defending their homeland.

Some people tried to flee abroad, while others tried to return home to fight.

With the help of a translator, Ian asked the officer who approached him, "What's your name? What do you do?"

The officer replied, "Abdul-Hida, Captain of the Fourth Guard of the Republican Guard, Mr. Karl."

Ian casually took a cigar from his pocket and handed it to the other person: "Try this."

Hida was taken aback: "I don't smoke, sir."

"Give it a try, experience life," Ian smiled.

The officer thought about it and agreed.

He then took the cigar and started smoking.

He coughed a few times, clearly not quite used to it.

Ian laughed and said, "No need to draw it into your lungs."

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His kind voice was like a gentle breeze, which greatly increased the officers' goodwill towards him.

For Ian, what was the most important thing about coming to the dangerous land of Iraq?

It's about trust!

You need to convince the Iraqis, not just Saddam, that your arrival will benefit them and not harm them, so that they will not harm you.

So Ian seized the opportunity to befriend all the Iraqi soldiers around him and constantly used hypnosis to make them believe in him.

For the remainder of the time, Ian moved freely under the protection of the Republican Guard.

He will do his best to uncover all the secrets here and learn everything.

This is not just about Saddam Hussein, but also about all officials in the former Iraqi government system, and even various classified documents!

These materials involve the political and military secrets of Iraq, as well as confidential information about its territorial resources.

Each one has significant value!

Although Saddam Hussein was unlikely to reveal all the secrets to him, Ian could gain something simply by going there.

What you show me, I can see;

What you don't want me to see, I can still see!

This made Ian extremely happy for the next two days. He spent his days collecting information from various places and his nights being accompanied by all sorts of beautiful women. He truly unscrupulously obtained all kinds of secrets.

What is WikiLeaks compared to that? That's just the bottom level. Ian obtained inside information about most of the top officials in a country.

He even knew which officials in the country were colluding with the United States, which officials were corrupt (which was of little value), which officials were trying to take the opportunity to overthrow Saddam, and which officials were engaging in their final madness.

He also knew what Saddam had done... He was like a madman, organizing defenses, shouting that we would win, and preparing to escape.

He became extremely sensitive, distrusted no one, and was prone to killing!

He sensed the impending doom, so he arranged for a large number of his men to secretly transfer his wealth, preparing for resistance while also looking for a way out for himself.

He devised a resistance plan, but his strategic arrangements seemed ridiculous and foolish. He even thought that he could always make a comeback as long as he returned to his hometown.

His long-term high position has given him a mysterious sense of self-confidence.

He was confident that his people still loved him, and that his prestige and military capabilities could create miracles, but at the same time he tried to avoid war... The contradictions of human nature were vividly reflected in Saddam Hussein.

To put it bluntly, he was ultimately unwilling to give up power, and in the end, he brought about his own demise!

For Ian, this was a good thing, as he could interview Saddam more often. Saddam's self-righteous pronouncements were destined to become a manifestation of the arrogance and conceit of a tyrant in later generations.

Ian Carl keeps his word and will definitely release the news about you, but the choice is mine!

April 10th, 10:00 AM!

The Iraq War, which Ian had postponed for 20 days, finally broke out.

The United States, citing Iraq's possession of weapons of mass destruction and its covert support for terrorists, bypassed the UN Security Council and unilaterally launched a military strike against Iraq. Because it was a continuation of the Gulf War, it is also known as the Second Gulf War.

As news, it's great, but as non-exclusive, it's of little value.

(End of this chapter)