Chapter 67: Xiaomi Heavy Industry, First Entrepreneurship

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

The two of them spent several hours, working busily until midnight, before finally finishing organizing the plan, then spent several more hours checking for omissions and gaps, confirming nothing was missing, before copying each city's plan onto paper respectively.

Xiao Sadell took the plan to arrange personnel, vehicles, and supplies.

Just as he reached the door, Khalid called out to him: "After arranging everything, spread a piece of news outside, just say someone is preparing to attack Baghdad International Airport."

Xiao Sadell's footsteps paused, just for an instant, then he understood Khalid's intention, and nodded his head: "Understood!"

After seeing Xiao Sadell off, Khalid continued studying the map.

After studying for a long time, he directly threw the small wooden stick in his hand onto the map.

Firepower insufficient, seriously insufficient firepower.

Pity Xiao Sadell doesn't have much money on hand; if he had a hundred million US dollars in his hand, then...

Forget it, better to hope this operation succeeds, can successfully entertain those old masters behind Sadell, making them willing to shell out a bit more money.

Then Sadell will show great mercy, giving Xiao Sadell more money, at that time I myself can get this money, go to Russia, get better equipment.

Everything still needs to wait until success to say.

Lin Yi's factory is being built too slowly.

If he could hand over all those cannons right now, all give them to me, I definitely could be invincible under heaven.

Directly smash their heads into a pulp.

Ah!

Very annoying.

Need to get some other things to improve combat capability.

Thinking here, Khalid stood up, collected all those things he had written down not long ago, then set them on fire in one go.

Waiting until the last sheet of paper burned to ashes, he picked up his slippers again, grinding the ashes after burning bit by bit.

Next, holding these ashes in both hands, he walked out the door, felt the wind outside for a moment, raised both hands, Karbala's wind directly carried these ashes away, disappearing without a trace.

Watching these ashes being carried away by the wind with his own eyes, completely disappearing, Khalid then turned around, walking toward the room on his left hand side.

The room was still as it was when he left several hours ago, messy and chaotic.

Looking at those things he had thrown into a mess on the ground, Khalid couldn't help but sigh again.

After sighing, he resignedly bent his waist, starting to clean up the mess on the ground.

More than ten minutes passed, the mess on the ground was cleaned up by him.

Looking at the room that had become tidy again, he was very satisfied.

Finally, he walked toward the operating table in the very center, bent his waist, took out an electric pressure cooker from under the operating table, placed it on the table, then crossed his arms, staring fixedly at the electric pressure cooker with both eyes, wanting to see something from the electric pressure cooker.

But after watching for a while, Khalid still couldn't see anything, could only shake his head helplessly with arms crossed.

Picking up the screwdriver and pliers, bit by bit he disassembled the electric pressure cooker, laying out the parts one by one.

This time, he didn't obsess over why this electric pressure cooker could increase explosive power, but instead set his gaze on the signal reception module.

Watching and watching, his eyes lit up, his right hand reached into his pocket, and pulled out that Nokia cell phone from his pocket.

The palm-sized Nokia cell phone and the signal reception module in the voltage pressure cooker were about the same, just right to stuff inside.

If replacing this signal reception module with his own Nokia cell phone, wouldn't it be possible to obtain a longer remote control distance?

Hesitating for a moment, Khalid gritted his teeth, used the screwdriver to disassemble his own Nokia cell phone, exposing the phone's motherboard and battery.

Several minutes later, he held the speaker ribbon cable in his left hand, held a wire in his right hand, standing there blankly.

G!

This cell phone was completely different from the cell phones he had played with before, he still needed to find the corresponding circuit diagram before he could complete the wiring work.

Very annoying.

Why those damn cell phone manufacturers, and those damn smugglers, don't sell old model cell phones anymore?

And why those damn signal merchants have to adjust signal frequency bands.

Nuts.

Cursing a few words in his heart, Khalid picked up the screwdriver and cell phone, preparing to put his cell phone back together.

One screw, two screws.

More than ten minutes later, his cell phone assembly was finished.

But, there were more than ten extra screws, and the cell phone also couldn't turn on.

Trying repeatedly several times, discovering it still couldn't turn on, Khalid's anger rose from his heart, grabbed the cell phone and directly smashed it toward the ground.

With a clatter, the cell phone shattered into a ground full of debris.

After smashing the cell phone, he also no longer had the thought of continuing to stay in the room, the exhaustion from staying up for several days also attacked at this time.

He cursed and walked out of the room, cursed and walked through the courtyard, cursed and walked into the room of the neighboring courtyard, lay down on the bed, just preparing to sleep.

Outside the door came the roar of cars again, at the same time there was also the sound of a group of young people laughing and playing.

He poked his head out of the window, but discovered it was that batch of young people from the organization, under the leadership of others, learning to drive in the narrow alley.

Touching a car for the first time, these young people seemed very excited, always squealing and shouting, not at all proper.

Different from them, Khalid behind the window had not a bit of excitement, because these young people driving, the mission might not be transfer or raid, but simply driving a car full of bombs, crashing toward the target to be attacked.

So he also didn't understand why these young people would be excited.

Watching and watching, a very sudden idea emerged in his mind.

That means a phone can remotely detonate a bomb — so can it also remotely control a vehicle?

The moment this thought appeared, it completely occupied his brain, becoming unstoppable.

There are remote-controlled toy cars now.

So can a big vehicle be remote-controlled too?

When the time comes, remote-control a big truck, load the truck full of bombs, and then crash it straight into the Americans' camp.

Boom!

The more Khalid thought, the more excited he became, but very soon the excitement on his face dispersed completely, leaving only dejection.

Because the technology doesn't allow it.

If the Sadell Movement had that kind of technology, they would have long since crushed the other Iraqi factions, crushed the Americans, and wouldn't have to turtle up every day, nor would they have split apart two years ago and nearly been finished.

Annoying!

Sleep.

He fell asleep; 100-plus kilometers north of Karbala, at Baghdadi, Asad Joint Air Base, the American Air Force commander Kolstert Howard, however, could not sleep.

No other reason, purely just annoyed.

Per regulations, he could take a month's annual leave, and with Christmas coming up, Kolster directly submitted an early leave request to his superiors, preparing to give his family a surprise on Christmas.

But his superiors did not agree with his surprise idea, directly rejecting his early leave request.

Just very irritable.

Once a person gets irritable, they want to find something to do.

After thinking it over, he picked up the phone on his desk and began assigning work to his subordinates.

"Increase patrol density, change from 3 shifts to 4 shifts, reduce patrol interval time."

"Extend Death God drone air patrol time, must find those damn terrorists."

"All personnel not on missions, double training intensity!"

A few orders went out, and Asad Air Base was filled with wailing, but wailing is wailing — Kolstert is the air base commander, the person with the most power at this air base.

Subordinates can question his orders, but have no right to refuse; once orders are issued, they must be executed.

So from that day on, American fighter jets, helicopters, and drones took off frequently.

Patrol squads went out one after another, as if they knew no fatigue.

For a time, everyone guessed whether this land of Iraq was about to change.