American Gossip King

Chapter 279 This is My Exclusive

Everything ended, but in a way that Ian Carl had never imagined.

Was this a coup d'état by Chenqiao Mutiny, in which he was forced to don the imperial robe?

Only Van Nistel looked at Ian with longing: "You're amazing, boss. You've managed to control everyone without making a sound."

Uh……

This was definitely not what I planned.

But it's clearly not true to say that it has nothing to do with Ian.

Over the past period of time, he had been using hypnosis to build trust and rapport with these guards, but his purpose was not to get them to follow him, but to make his work more convenient.

But unexpectedly, some things just fell into place naturally.

Stepping out of the room, Ian looked around. The villagers in the distance were still bewildered, unaware of what had happened.

He sighed, "It's just the way things are."

Looking back, Saddam Hussein has already been taken down.

He was bound hand and foot, and a dirty cloth was stuffed in his mouth.

His eyes blazed with fury, yet also with deep despair.

Ian picked up the phone and called Lieutenant General Jay Garner: "We've got him."

"What did you say?" Lieutenant General Jay Garner on the other end of the phone was clearly surprised.

Ian gave a brief explanation of the situation, only saying that he had bribed his guards to defect.

Jay Garner, however, didn't seem excited: "Fuck! Ian Carl, it was agreed that you would provide the address, and my men would go and make the arrest. You can't steal the honor that belongs to the military!"

Ian understood.

If someone else had captured Saddam and handed him over to Jay Garner, it wouldn't have mattered; it would still have been an honor for the military.

The problem is he is Ian Carl!

Ian Karl captured Saddam, and in his name, all the glory belongs to him.

This is unacceptable to Jay Garner.

Realizing this, Ian thought for a moment and said, "Then we can do it this way... You send someone over, and after you hand Saddam over, you still claim that it was your men who captured him. As for Saddam's guards, just say that they all escaped, but I need your promise not to arrest them again."

Jay Garner was overjoyed: "No problem."

"Then it's settled." Ian gave the other party the address and returned to the house.

He called over the defecting soldiers and gave them a brief explanation of the situation.

Then Ian said, "You all chose to follow me because you trusted me. Now, I'm giving you two choices. First, you take off your uniforms and leave with me. I'll settle you in Baghdad. After I take over the oil fields, you'll go there to work as security guards. You can get a comfortable job there, but the pay won't be very high. That's what I promised you."

All the soldiers were looking at him.

Ian continued, "You have a second option."

Ian thought for a moment, then paced a few steps and said, "I'll give you some money. Leave here and do whatever you want. Although the Americans have occupied Iraq, the resistance from Iraq will not stop. There will still be Iraqis resisting the US military and causing them various harms. As Saddam's former guards, you know a lot. With your abilities, I believe you can organize an effective force."

The soldiers stared at him in astonishment.

Ian smiled: "That's right, it means you're to build your own empire!"

Following the Iraq War, a large number of soldiers deserted.

However, a significant portion of these people did not return to farming, but instead continued to participate in various armed organizations.

For example, the infamous ISIS has a large number of former Republican Guard soldiers.

The Americans took Iraq too easily, without experiencing a fierce battle. As a result, Iraq retained a large number of soldiers who waged guerrilla warfare and appeared on battlefields throughout the Middle East.

Ian knew this very well.

He knew how important the Middle East was.

He also knows that many militants in the Middle East are armed with money from Europeans and Americans.

What those arms companies and oil companies can do, why can't I, the chosen one Ian Karl, do?

Even with all my cheat codes, I still can't control one or two armed groups?

I traveled thousands of miles to Iraq and stayed there for two months, eating chaff and wild grass and drinking mare's milk. Even my secretary broke his vows. I lived such a hard and aggrieved life. Is the Missan oil field enough to satisfy me?

Just kidding?

Ian hadn't originally intended to do this, but since Saddam's men had followed him and Jay Garner wanted to monopolize the capture glory, Ian went along with it.

He looked at everyone and said, "I know you still have a sense of national responsibility, and I understand and even support it! So if any of you are willing to continue fighting, I am willing to support you! Just a little cooperation when I need it is enough."

The dozens of guards just looked at each other.

Finally, someone raised their hand and said, "I do!"

"I do!"

"I'd like to too!"

Nearly half of the people raised their hands.

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They were able to follow Saddam to this day because they were capable and courageous people, but Saddam disappointed them and their future is now uncertain.

Now Ian has given them a new direction, and has rekindled their fighting spirit.

Ian smiled: "Very good, come with me."

Ian led these people to a nearby house, registered their identities, and left their contact information. Those who wanted to stay could stay, and those who wanted to leave could leave; they could even take their guns with them.

Ian knew that even the soldiers who stayed behind might still be able to contact these people in the future, after all, they were all comrades-in-arms.

But Ian didn't care.

Anyway, as long as they don't attack our own oil fields, it doesn't matter at all... So what if it does matter? So what?

After confirming the contact information, Ian distributed the money and then had them all leave.

At dusk, a US military unit stationed nearby arrived at the village.

After meeting Ian, an officer rushed into the house and saw Saddam, his eyes lighting up with surprise.

"Ha ha! Look! Saddam Hussein! He's been captured!"

"Oh!" All the American soldiers shouted excitedly.

They dragged Saddam into the lobby, then held him down. Dozens of American soldiers stood behind Saddam, and some accompanying journalists were already taking pictures of him.

But just as he was about to take the picture, Brideson grabbed him, snatched the camera away, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it.

The war correspondent glared angrily at Brideson.

Bridexson sneered, "This is news from Carl Media, CNN people get out of here!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the guy by the neck and pulled him aside, while Van Nistel took pictures of the American soldiers.

An officer shouted, "You can't do this! He's our friend!"

Ian waved his hand: "I arrested him, so all the photos and videos from the scene belong to me. If you want to take pictures, go back to Baghdad... unless you want me to issue a statement claiming that you didn't arrest him yourself."

What's the point of taking pictures when we get back to Baghdad?

He's been thrown in jail!

By then it would be public news, and it wouldn't be worth anything!

The officer remained silent, glanced at the CNN reporter, and said, "Sorry, Dennis, I can't help you with this. You'd better keep your mouth shut."

The CNN reporter said helplessly, "I'm not treating you to dinner again, buddy, absolutely not!"

(End of this chapter)