Chapter 57: Xiaomi Heavy Industry, First Entrepreneurship

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

Was it his turn?

Ahmed's heart was thoroughly enlivened at this moment; he took three steps at once, quickly came before Lin Yi and squatted down, his fingers caressing the shell remodeled from a gas cylinder, and asked carefully:

"Can I load medicine pill inside?"

Lin Yi, who was dismantling the gas cylinder, stopped moving, turned around, and looked at Ahmed as if looking at a dead man:

"I remember telling you not to court death on this land."

"If you court death, you will die miserably; take out that paper, and I'll explain these things to you."

While speaking, his hands did not stop; in a few minutes, the gas cylinder that had just become a shell container was dismantled by Lin Yi into parts, neatly laid out on the three-color striped cloth.

Under Ahmed's gaze, Lin Yi grabbed the parts and introduced them one by one:

"This is the thing used to load the fuze; you only need to fill mercury fulminate here, then fill the detonating gunpowder here, and you get a complete fuze."

"Before use, do you see this thread? Screw it onto the gas cylinder, then pull out this cotter pin."

"That's it."

"Then this can body; just grab this handle and rotate hard, and you can split the can into two parts."

"After unscrewing it, you can load medicine pill inside, fill it full, then install it on the tail section of this mortar shell."

"After installing the tail section, you can fill propellant into the tail section."

"The hole here corresponds to the propellant bag, that is, the drawing I gave you."

"Fill it full, and you can achieve maximum range; for every propellant bag reduced, the attack range shrinks by one to two hundred meters."

"Specifically depends on the battlefield situation."

"Now, you reassemble these things yourself."

Taking off his gloves and tossing them into Ahmed's arms, Lin Yi crossed his arms over his chest, turned and retreated to the mortar just set up beside him, and raised his hand to signal Ahmed to operate.

On the cement ground, Ahmed stood there, like a cedar standing proudly in the Hindu Kush Mountains.

A pair of light blue eyes stared at the parts, bright and spirited.

Seemingly preparing to see through these parts with fervent gazes.

After looking for a long time, he turned around, with a bitter face looking at Lin Yi:

"How about you operate once more?"

Lin Yi said nothing, just walked to the warehouse corner, pried open a cardboard box in the corner, took some canned food, and came back:

"Come, I'll teach you to make biochemical weapons."

Under the bright lights, the herring printed on the canned food was so dazzling, so eye-catching.

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Entrance of Yingwu Airport terminal.

Khalid stopped his steps, turned to look at the four people behind him, lightly nodded once, and spoke to instruct:

"Mohammed, after I leave, you are the elder of these three people; as an elder, you must have the bearing of an elder."

"I know you are impatient, but you must steady your temper, and must safely bring these three people back, as well as our cargo."

"Ahmed, Bari, Jabir, this trip to China is a very rare experience."

"During this period waiting for cargo delivery, you must see as many things as possible, think about more questions."

"Then bring the cargo back, tell our compatriots what you saw and heard this time, tell them what a safe and prosperous country should be like."

"Alright, no more words, I'm leaving first."

Pursing his lips, patting the shoulders of the four people before him again, Khalid turned handsomely, walked into the ticket gate, and disappeared with the crowd.

Ahmed and the other four at the entrance waited until Khalid's back view disappeared before they turned and left.

One hour later, an Emirates Airlines plane full of passengers and cargo tore through the long sky, disappearing behind the clouds.

After more than ten hours of long flight, the plane arrived in Dubai.

Here, Khalid completed transfer procedures, waited for several hours, and then finally set foot on the road home again.

Southern Iraqi city of Najaf.

Getting off the plane, feeling the dryness in the air and that unique mud-dust scent, Khalid knew he was home.

Back home, feeling the familiar breath, the gloom in his heart completely disappeared, leaving only joy.

Just as he walked out of the airport exit, he saw the people who came to pick him up.

Khalid naturally walked over, hugged these people, and pressed cheeks.

After the greeting process was finished, he took the waybill of the plane from the briefcase, and led these people toward the aircraft cargo consignment office.

After handing over the waybill, the airport staff moved quickly; in just over ten minutes, they dragged two large trailers and brought Khalid's consigned cargo before his eyes.

And the few people who came to welcome Khalid, after seeing clearly what was on the trailers, their eyeballs widened bigger than a cow's.

Wanting to ask a couple of questions, before they could open their mouths, they were interrupted by Khalid.

Khalid's rank was higher than theirs, so they naturally had to listen to Khalid's orders.

Suppressing the curiosity in their hearts, these people pushed the trailers, dragged the cargo out of the airport, and then moved it onto their own vehicles.

After returning the trailers, stepping on the gas pedal, the vehicle pulling the cargo headed north all the way; after traveling over one hundred kilometers, they arrived at another city—Karbala.

This city is located on the banks of the Euphrates River.

The Euphrates River brought fertile land to this city.

Over thousands of years, countless people have come here, leaving legends behind.

This place is also one of the Shia Four Holy Cities.

The vehicle Khalid rode in finally stopped in front of a mosque on the east side of the city center, near the Wetland Park.

Before the vehicle had even steadied, a big-bearded man in his thirties walked quickly out of the mosque, stopped before the vehicle, and stared at Khalid with eager eyes, excitedly opening his mouth to ask:

"Where are the weapons you spoke of? Where are they? Hurry up and let me see."

After riding a plane for twenty-odd hours straight, then transferring to a car for several more hours, Khalid was very tired, but he also knew very clearly that now was not the time to rest.

Nodding his head lightly at Xiao Sadell in front of him, he got out from the passenger seat, turned and walked to the rear of the truck, took out the key, and opened the cargo compartment door.

He had his subordinates climb into the compartment, move everything out, unwrap the packaging, and display everything before Xiao Sadell.

Under the dim yellow light, seeing these scattered bits and pieces, seeing these electric rice cookers, Xiao Sadell's body stiffened in an instant, like a piece of stone.

Electric rice cookers?

Clearly cut-up gas cylinders?

And... that kind of rotten meat canned food explicitly forbidden by Islamic doctrine?

After a long time, he shifted his gaze away from the truck compartment, moving it onto Khalid.

His mouth opened and closed, some curses crawling up his throat to his lips, just about to burst out, but he forcibly swallowed them back down.

Taking several deep breaths repeatedly, steadying his emotions, he stared dead at Khalid, asking in as gentle a voice as possible:

"I remember this time you went out to find some easily obtainable pressure vessels, purchase them, modify them, and finally turn them into our weapons."

"But where are my weapons?"

"Can you tell me, where are my weapons?"

Having spoken softly, Xiao Sadell's hands suddenly clamped onto Khalid's shoulders, shaking him wildly several times; this leader of the Sadell Movement branch suddenly went mad, suddenly began to roar:

"Where are my weapons? You tell me, where are my weapons?"