Chapter 754: Everyone Has Their Own Agenda! (The Third Update!)

On the dock, Lin Yu calmly put down the camera in his hand, turned around, and looked at Carlo beside him with a strange face:

"Your Highness Carlo, Awad is now blatantly trying to become the boss of the Arab world, why don't you say something?"

"What?" Carlo shrugged his shoulders indifferently, his eyes fell on his own ship, full of obsession, as if he was looking at the most beautiful woman in the world.

He took two steps forward, and said calmly:

"Saudi Arabia wants to become the boss of the Arab world. That is the dream of several generations. They have the strength, and their country also supports him. We in the UAE don't have that idea, and our own Abu Dhabi doesn't have the strength and the mood."

"Our biggest wish is to guard our own piece of land and live our own life."

"Now with this girl we married from the East, our life will be better and more stable."

"By the way, send me the video you took when the time comes Awad rarely has a second-year syndrome. I must keep a copy of this video. If he dies first, I will play it at his funeral. If I die first, I will carve this thing on my tombstone. "

"I want everyone in the world to know this moment!"

After speaking, he slowly raised his hands, raised the box in his hand, and stood on tiptoe, as if he stretched his waist, and then shouted:

"My compatriots, now, let's go and marry the most beautiful girl in the world!"

After this shout, six people wearing white robes and covering their heads walked out of the crowd one after another.

The six people's manners are similar, except that the color of the cloth covering their heads is different.

Seeing them, Lin Yu raised his hand and greeted these people naturally.

The United Arab Emirates is composed of seven emirates: Abu Dhabi, Dubai, Sharjah, Ajman, Ras Al Khaimah, Fujairah, and Umm Al Quwain.

Among them, Abu Dhabi is the largest, but Dubai is the most famous.

Carlo, who had been dealing with him, was the crown prince of Abu Dhabi. He had been using the name of the UAE when he was abroad. Now, to welcome back this ship that could change the situation of the war, he naturally needed to bring people from several other emirates with him.

These people came behind Carlo, spread out very evenly, and then followed Carlo and did the same movements.

It seemed like a dance, but also like a prayer ceremony.

Lin Yu subconsciously turned the camera around and filmed all the movements of them dancing this dance. At the same time, he quietly marked a price for this video in his mind.

At that time, a database must be made to store all these videos and then convert them into QR codes.

When these two people die, the QR codes will be engraved on their monuments.

When future generations go to visit their graves, they only need to scan with their mobile phones to see the great figures of their ancestors!

Carlo said that others were suffering from the second-year syndrome, and he was also suffering from it. When he walked to the gangway of the United Arab Emirates, he even ordered his subordinates to bring a brazier and a red silk flower that would only be used in Chinese weddings.

He tied one end to the gangway, and held the other end in his own hand, and the rest was held in the hands of the remaining few people from the United Arab Emirates.

Then the seven people surrounded the gangway and played with the fire pot there.

It was simply unbearable to watch.

Lin Yu stood not far away, sighing at the decline of morals, while aiming the camera and adjusting the focal length to make the picture clearer.

When the two gangs came down from their respective boats, more than three hours had passed.

After a lot of trouble, the energy of the two gangs was almost exhausted. Lin Yu could only take a few people to eat, and at the same time, arranged for the logistics personnel to start loading ammunition.

When the crane lifted the first missile, Lin Yu held down Carlo and Awad, pointed at the missile, and warned:

"For safety reasons, we only added 500 kilometers of fuel to these missiles, and the range is only 500 kilometers."

"After you get them, don't refuel them randomly. If there is a safety problem with refueling, we will not provide warranty!"

"Be sure to remember!"

"If you don't remember and something goes wrong, you will bear the responsibility yourself, do you hear me!"

His serious but somewhat funny words made the two of them a little confused, but soon, they reacted again.

Awad slapped his head with his hand and laughed in response:

"No warranty, right? I will post a message on Twitter later to condemn you for being inhumane in selling equipment!"

"Also, where do you get that fuel? You are not going to cheat me again on fuel, are you?"

"Mr. Awad, you shouldn't say that to Mr. Lin." Carlo took over the topic, raised his hand and pointed at the missile, and whispered:

"You should have accidentally lost a copy of the manual first, and then started to make a public statement, but you are secretly recruiting some engineers."

"It doesn't matter whether there is actual action or not, what matters is to say it."

The two sang the same tune, and Lin Yu didn't take it to heart. After all, some words can be stopped at the right time.

When the time comes, there will be problems.

Did you say it? Yes.

Did you really say it? No!

As for now, he has more important things to do, which is what to eat for lunch later.

While waiting for his meal, Awad was reviewing the photos he had just taken, excluding those that would show the internal structure of the command podium and the structure of the ship's hull, and then uploaded those irrelevant photos to Twitter.

He even stood alone on the bow of the ship and filmed a scene of Jack and Rose on the Titanic.

It's a pity that he was standing there alone, and the oncoming wind blew his hair into a mess, without any sense of beauty.

As for the titles of these photos and videos, they seem very random.

[On May 25, 2005, the weather was fine. The boat I bought was launched into the water and it was ready to drive home! 】

After the photo was posted, he kept holding his phone and refreshing Twitter, hoping to see the comments from people below.

Next to him were seven people from the United Arab Emirates. They also sent the same photos and videos, but these photos looked different from those of Awad.

Soon, they received replies in the comment area.

[Your ship? Is it the same ship? 】

[This is obviously the same ship! 】

[If your two countries buy the same ship, will there be a fight? 】

[If there is a conflict between your two countries at the same time, which side should the ship be on first? 】

【if……】

Seeing these comments, these wealthy princes from the Middle East immediately lost their mood. They each grabbed their mobile phones, their hands flew on the keyboard, and personally went out to catch the people who made the comments and yelled at them.

…………

Syria, Damascus.

This is the capital of Syria and the second largest city in Syria. It was once the capital of the Umayyad Dynasty of the Arab Empire. For thousands of years, it has always served as a center for economic and cultural exchanges.

In a seemingly inconspicuous neighborhood southwest of Damascus, Sunia was wearing traditional Arab clothing, leaning against the window and holding her cell phone out of the window to receive better signals.

He swiped his thumb on the phone screen a few times. When he saw the page refresh, he quickly took the phone back and lowered his gaze to the phone screen.

On the screen of the mobile phone, there is a post that seems to be disorganized to others, but in Sunya's eyes, it is the latest information.

In the era before the Internet, if you wanted to communicate over long distances, you could only use telegraphs or telephones. However, with these two things, telephones are easily eavesdropped and telegrams may be intercepted.

And not all places and not all people have these things.

In the Internet era, the complexity of the Internet has made their information transmission more convenient and safer.

However, the size of Internet equipment is huge, and it is destined to deliver messages and need a foothold. If there is a foothold, problems can easily arise.

Now, in the age of mobile devices, messaging is even easier.

Sunia looked at the tweet in her hand, unlocked it with a specific password, and the tweet turned into a message.

[Suspension of help to Lebanon and increased support for Kurds sent to Syria. 】

Looking at this message, Sunia's eyes flashed, and she finally decided to carry out the order.

In Lebanon, although there are still conflicts between several parties, they finally decided to sit down together and develop themselves well, which has stabilized for the time being.

So the focus now should indeed be on Syria.

If northern Iraq and northeastern Syria form a line with Iran, then Iran will have an extra front. Using this front, it can madly apply eye drops to America and make America flawless in Hormuz. The Strait is causing trouble.

After thinking for a moment, Sunia took out her phone, switched to a Twitter account, and posted a message on the Twitter account.

[Dear, I regret it. I don’t want to give something to that bastard. I want to give something to you and wait for me in Damascus. 】

Under the message on Twitter, there is a photo, a photo of a hand.

After sending the message, Twitter's system will send the message to people who follow the account based on its own algorithm.

Soon, northern Syria, upper reaches of the Euphrates River, Deir ez-Zor, Deir ez-Zor Province, Syria.

This is a city located in the desert. The origin of this city comes entirely from the irrigation of the Euphrates River.

It is precisely because of the Euphrates River that this area has become a traditional farming area in Syria, contributing a large amount of food to Syria.

People are as good as steel, and they will starve if they don't eat. Therefore, after the Kurds who caused trouble in Turkey were driven out of Turkey, their first target was here.

If you can control this place, you can get the food and money here, recruit troops, and make it bigger and stronger.

But it's a pity that they are not the only ones targeting this place.

In a very ordinary-looking small house on the edge of the farmland as far as the eye could see, Duke held his mobile phone, looked at the message pushed from it, and turned off the screen.

He is the one who pays special attention to Suniya's trumpet. As long as the followed account posts content, he will receive a reminder immediately.

As for the content of the message, Sunia was preparing to send a batch of supplies. Now, Sunia was in Damascus and needed to provide his address before he could deliver the goods.

Playing with his phone, he slowly closed his eyes and began to think about himself. If he received this batch of goods, where should he put them, and then who should distribute this batch of goods to, and who should not be able to get the equipment for the time being. , who needs banging.

More than ten minutes later, he thought about everything, then switched to his Twitter account, searched for a while on his phone, found a photo of a suitable venue, and sent another message.

[Dear, I miss you too! ]

After sending the photo, he turned off his phone, opened the drawer of the table, stuck his phone under the drawer, took out another phone from under the drawer, and pushed the drawer back.

After doing all this, Duke grabbed the new phone and walked out of the room, found a secluded place where he could see other people, and played with his phone as if nothing had happened.

There was only one chat app on the phone. After turning on the traffic, he immediately logged into the chat app and sent a message to the only contact in the chat app.

[What price are you prepared to pay? ]

A few seconds later, the other side sent a message.

[We can build Kurdistan together! ]

[Speak human language! Don't say things like suggesting Kurdistan, just tell me, what can you bring to me? ]

[Wealth, fame, women, social status! And all of this only requires you to make a small mistake in action command. ]

[Be more specific, I don't want to say it again! ]

[1 million US dollars. ]

[...Too little! ]

[5 million US dollars! ]

[Are you Turks so stingy? You want to buy the lives of my men for 5 million US dollars, you really have a good idea. ]

[That's the amount of money, take it or leave it, I don't have any money, if you agree, send me a message, if not, get out. ]

After reading the message from the other side, Duke did not hesitate, and directly replied with a good word, and then, without waiting for the other side to respond, he logged out and logged into the chat software with another account.

There was still only one contact on the chat software, and the two sides only had a few words.

After editing the text in the chat box, Duke clicked send and sent the message.

[Mr. Carlson, can the price of the equipment you mentioned last time be lower? If you are willing to give a little discount on the price, I can promise to do some small and insignificant work for you, sir. 】

Two or three minutes after the message was sent, the other party slowly sent a message.

[Tell me what you can do? If my information is correct, you should be a Kurd supported by Iran, and your location is in Syria, what can you do? Or, what can you do? 】

The merciless words hit Duke's face like a slap in the face.

His face turned red and white, and finally turned completely blue.

He grabbed the phone with both hands, his face was blue, and he slowly typed on the keyboard to reply.

[I can provoke a war between Turkey, Syria, and Iran, and I need equipment! ]