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Chapter 451 No Wrong Soul

Sam Bachile, whose real name is Nakola Basere Nakora, is a Christian, bank fraudster, and pornographic film director. At the same time, he single-handedly almost destroyed the CIA's layout in Libya and led to the establishment of the U.S. presence in Libya. The strange man who killed the ambassador.

What he did was actually not exaggerated. To put it bluntly, he just made a movie.

However, the time when the film was released coincided with the full-scale civil war in Syria, when the Shiite arc was almost destroyed, the situation in the Middle East entered a new round of tension, and YSL believers were extremely angry.

Therefore, this movie can be said to have had an unprecedented impact.

It aroused opposition throughout the Arab world and directly led to the Benghazi riots. Thousands of militants besieged the US Embassy and CIA safe houses, ultimately leading to a major tragedy.

But in fact, the tone of this movie does not have an overt "extreme religious tendency". Frankly speaking, it is just a relatively bizarre American B-level movie.

The reason why it was identified as an anti-Muslim film is because someone intercepted some scenes of the film, dubbed it later, put it on Utube and publicized it, and also claimed that 911 would be designated as "Judgment Day".

This combination of factors ultimately led to the film's explosive popularity.

As for the intentions of its photographer, no one actually cares.

According to Chen Chen's memory, the film was not produced in 2012, but at the end of 2010. However, due to various reasons - perhaps the photographer himself felt that some of the content in it might be exploited, so it was finally hidden. For two years, he was finally released until he was exploited by a "third party", that is, several influential anti-YSL Christians in the United States.

This means that at this point in time in 2011, this thing had actually been born a long time ago.

And as long as he exists, Giya, or Assange behind Giya, will have a chance to get it.

After all, its owner is just a down-and-out adult film director who is at the end of his rope and trying to make some comebacks in B-movies. As long as he has money, what can't he do?

Chen Chen is very confident in this step - of course, if he really can't get it, he has a backup plan.

The worst case scenario is to let out the news that someone is already producing this movie, and it will be released as soon as 911 arrives.

Do those believers really care about the movie itself?

A murderer will kill for a quarrel, sometimes not because of the quarrel itself, but because he is alone, penniless, has a bleak future, and has lost his dignity.

Likewise, the motives of the Benghazi believers are no different from those of the murderers.

Now, all the ingredients to make them go berserk have been gathered. All they need is a match.

After arranging everything, Chen Chen hung up the call on Jiya.

Now he only needs to do his own thing well, and wait for Giya to bring back the good news, and the operation against the CIA forces in Istanbul can begin.

Two hours later, news came from Wu Cong first.

The plan had been approved, and the group set off immediately, packed their luggage, checked out of the hotel, boarded the tour bus, and drove all the way out of Istanbul toward Gebze.

The car turned northeast after crossing the Mohammed II Bridge, and then stopped near Reschadiere. Twelve people from the Dongfeng Corps got out of the car and were about to leave, but at this time, Wu Cong, who was traveling with him, stopped Chen Chen and pulled a The woman called to the two of them.

"Xia Xing, translator."

"From now on, she will follow you and be responsible for providing intelligence support."

Chen Chen frowned, glanced at the woman named Xia Xing, and said:

"I don't want people, especially women."

"You can't help but want people. Of the 11 of you, who knows Arabic?"

"Xia Xing is the only power we can use, it can only be her."

"If we don't use her, once the operation starts, the connection between us will be completely severed. Let alone the operation, you may not even be able to find the way."

“Just rely on Google Maps.”

Chen Chen interrupted Wu Cong again, and at the same time turned to Xia Xing and explained:

"It's not that I have any prejudice against lesbians. First, your status is special and you are not suitable to act with us; second, you have not undergone military training and cannot keep up with the intensity of our operations; third, a team like ours is Having a female in the team is so weird and could easily draw unwanted attention.”

"The translation issues you mentioned are all minor problems. We can always find a way to solve them."

"You can't solve the problem of black market transactions alone."

Xia Xing waved his hand and continued:

"Don't worry, my identity is well maintained and will not bring any hidden dangers."

"Secondly, I can leave the team at any time when you think it is necessary."

"Under normal order, my ability to survive is stronger than yours, so you don't have to think about me."

"As for your appearance, I can put on makeup."

After the words fell, Chen Chen was stunned for a brief moment.

Because he heard that Xia Xing's last words were actually spoken in a male voice!

All of his concerns have basically been resolved. In this case, he has no reason to refuse.

So Chen Chen nodded decisively and then said:

"Then put on your makeup and we'll leave right away."

"clear."

Xia Xing decisively pulled off the hair on her head. It was only at this moment that Chen Chen discovered that she was actually wearing a wig.

Immediately afterwards, she took out a small box of cosmetics from her pocket and applied it quickly. When she raised her head again, the image of a slightly "weak" professional woman no longer existed, replaced by a delicate but slovenly typical East Asian. young men.

And when she changed her clothes, even if she looked carefully, she could no longer find any female characteristics on her body.

Chen Chen nodded with satisfaction and gave her a thumbs up.

Xia Xing nodded in response without a smile. Then, a group of twelve people got into three pickup trucks that had been prepared and returned to Istanbul.

Behind them, the tourist bus "full of people" was still driving towards Gebze.

"Next, it's up to us to fight ourselves."

Sitting there, Chen Chen took a deep breath and checked several pieces of equipment provided by Wu Cong.

A radio for communication in emergencies, a Glock 17 pistol for each person, an MP5 submachine gun for each vehicle, and a few pieces of lightweight body armor without inserts.

These things can be said to be completely useless in high-intensity conflicts. At best, they are used for self-defense before the action officially begins.

If you want to get truly usable equipment, you have to go to the black market and see what's available.

Thinking of this, Chen Chen turned to Xia Xing aside and asked:

"Do you know anything about the local black market?"

"learn."

Xia Xing nodded without hesitation and then replied:

"Istanbul is a true transportation hub city, where various types of underground transactions are highly developed."

"From arms to medical equipment, from drugs to human trafficking, everything you can think of can be bought here."

“But in fact, there is no ‘market’ in the traditional sense here. If you want to buy something, all you can rely on is a disembodied network of relationships.”

"As you have communicated with Wu Cong before, if you want to buy something, you have to go through a few specific contacts."

"These contacts serve as key nodes and can help you leverage the resources of the entire market."

"This trading model is quite simple, but also quite special. If someone wants to monitor, he can achieve his goal without any difficulty."

"So, at this point, I must explain to you in advance that I must lead the entire transaction process. Don't speak, don't reveal your identity, and especially don't let anyone see it. You are the real boss, do you understand? "

"clear."

Chen Chen nodded decisively.

This is just a very small detail, but from this detail, it can be seen that Xia Xing is indeed experienced.

In this operation, all members of the Dongfeng Corps must hide their identities, and if they want to hide their identities, they must avoid exposing their "not understanding Arabic" as much as possible.

Chen Chen's original plan was to let Wu Cong trade directly and his side would take over, but now, since Xia Xing has joined the team, he can just let her take full responsibility.

In a sense, this is not only the protection of the Eastern Corps, but also the protection of Wu Cong.

After a slight pause, Chen Chen continued to ask:

"What equipment can we get? Can we get all the equipment on the list I gave you before?"

"Not necessarily all, but at least you can get most of them."

"Before coming here, we have contacted several merchants and confirmed the supply of most of the goods. Now the only equipment that has not been finalized is night vision goggles and various sights."

"I'm not sure if these things can be obtained. If not, then you have to risk getting them from the port."

"It takes about three days to transfer goods from Varna to Istanbul. We can wait three days before starting."

"It doesn't matter, let's get the basic equipment first."

Chen Chen shook his head and said:

"Our goal is to obtain equipment in the process of hitting several safe houses. If we can't get it from them, we will consider getting it from other places."

"clear."

Xia Xing nodded immediately and then said:

"You seem to be very confident about the next action. It's like attacking the CIA. To you, it's like picking something out of a bag."

Hearing her words, Chen Chen laughed and replied:

"It's just strategically contemptuous of the enemy."

"We're actually ready for anything."

"If the first wave of attacks fails, we will escape from Istanbul at all costs and go to Syria to do what we should do."

"I will be a bodyguard to help you evacuate overseas Chinese, deal with militants, etc."

"Of course, if we have the opportunity, we will continue to do something big."

"What's the big deal?"

Xia Xing looked at Chen Chen curiously, with a "curiosity" in his eyes that had never appeared in Xiaoyu before.

——

Of course, this does not mean that Xiaoyu is not curious about Chen Chen.

Rather, the moment she met Chen Chen, she seemed to have fully understood everything that Chen Chen really wanted to do.

Chen Chen's thoughts flickered for a moment, and then he coughed and replied:

"Of course it is to end the war in Syria, completely destroy the CIA's anchor point in the Middle East, force the United States to withdraw from the Middle East, and knock the world's number one off its pedestal."

Xia Xing was obviously taken aback by Chen Chen's ambitious goal. She subconsciously thought that Chen Chen was just joking, but she vaguely felt that he really seemed to think so.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally asked:

"How sure are you?"

"00%."

Chen Chen replied calmly:

"These things are not that simple, and they cannot be left to us alone."

"We are just a knife, a relatively sharp knife, but brittle and small."

"Such a knife can cut the reins of a horse, or the cable carrying a thousand kilograms of weight. In the most extreme case, it can even cut the safety rope of a nuclear bomb."

"How and where to use it is not something we can completely decide ourselves."

"Of course, since we are here, of course we have to go for the biggest results."

"You don't think that we are really here to evacuate overseas Chinese, do you?"

".I know it's not."

Xia Xing smiled and suddenly said:

"But no one has ever stated the purpose so directly - even if they knew it well."

"Your style is indeed different from ours."

"of course."

Chen Chen nodded nonchalantly and replied:

"If one day our styles are completely unified, then something really big will happen."

"So, this relationship is good, right?"

"certainly."

Chen Chen nodded slightly and said no more.

Two hours later, everyone returned to the suburbs of Istanbul.

This time, they did not go directly into the city, but waited outside until early morning.

Xia Xing received feedback from the latest black market contact at two o'clock. The two parties determined the delivery location and confirmed the delivery method.

Chen Chen immediately led the team into the city. After crossing the entire Istanbul, everyone picked up the equipment they wanted from an auto repair shop warehouse near the cinar cemetery.

Immediately afterwards, everyone immediately changed their clothes.

They threw away all unnecessary things and parked their vehicles directly at the auto repair shop for recycling. They carried their bags, put on their jackets, and dressed up like backpackers.

At this time, Istanbul was still experiencing a cold spring, and their bloated figures did not attract much attention in the darkness.

Under the leadership of Xia Xing, they dispersed into six teams and walked through the streets and alleys towards their destination.

The team stopped under an overpass a street away from the dental clinic, which was the starting point for their attack.

Everyone gathered together and Chen Chen gave a briefing for the last time.

"Remember, in the first battle, we can't use projectiles."

"Go right in, shoot, plant the bomb and evacuate quickly."

"Also, you either don't speak, or if you speak, you speak Arabic or Russian!"

"Habibie, Aduwu, Afunakenara, Saiahtadi, Sukabule."

"Learn these words and use them, do you understand?"

"clear!"

Chen Chen waved his hand, and everyone blended into the darkness.

Chen Chen was at the end. At this moment, he suddenly had an illusion.