Chapter 672 End! (Third Update!)

In Haojiang, the bright red sun rises from the east. Lin Yu walks into the Venetian Casino against the sun.

Under the leadership of the casino bodyguards, a group of people went upstairs and entered the presidential suite on the top floor.

After waiting in the presidential suite for a while, Dena and Hanks finally arrived. They were still wearing pajamas and had marks on their bodies.

With a sleepy look, he immediately complained after seeing Lin Yu:

"Can you Chinese people stop and rest for a while? It's only 7:30 in the morning. Who would go out at 7:30 in the morning and run to someone else's place to start talking about work?"

"You are violating the law and morality."

"Do you understand?"

Lin Yu didn't talk nonsense with the two of them. He turned his head to the side. The three strong men around him immediately put the suitcases in their hands forward and then retreated.

Seeing the suitcase, Hanks and Dena didn't continue to talk nonsense, but walked closer and sat down opposite Lin Yu.

After staring at the suitcase for a while, Hanks asked first:

"What is this?"

"The two boxes on the left and the middle contain some contract terms with you. I have tried my best to be sincere. You can take a look."

Lin Yu's slender fingers stayed on the two boxes on the left and the middle for a moment, and then pointed to the box on the right:

"This is the intelligence from Saudi Arabia last night. Judging from the content of the intelligence, the situation in Saudi Arabia is very bad. Riyadh has gathered thousands of mercenaries."

"I want to know which force in your America is behind the scenes."

Hearing this, the two people opposite did not even pay a glance to the box, but looked at each other, showing a warm smile, and then said in unison:

"Do you still need to think about this? It must be those bastards in the European theater."

While speaking, Hanks took out his mobile phone, the most expensive Apple mobile phone.

After searching in the phone for a while, he handed the phone to Lin Yu.

In the phone was an email, an intelligence file from the Central Theater of America.

The intelligence only had a short sentence.

[List of personnel sent by the CIA in the European Theater to the Central Theater]

Below this title, there are five photos.

Two are on the top and three are on the bottom. There are lines between these five photos, indicating the subordinate relationship between these five photos.

Under the two photos on the top, there are two names.

Or it would be more appropriate to call them code names.

Tom!

Jerry!

After staring at the intelligence for a while, Lin Yu slowly raised his head and met Hanks's eyes. Then, Hanks spread his hands and replied with a smile:

"A little sincerity."

"6!" Lin Yu directly gave the other party a thumbs up, and then operated the email for a while, sending the email to an external network mailbox that he did not use, and then sent the email to his domestic mailbox after several transfers.

An email prompt popped up on his mobile phone, and he immediately transferred it to He Qingyang and sent a message at the same time.

[Forward to Awad! ]

After doing all this, he asked someone to open the other two suitcases and display the relevant contract documents and formal planning books in front of the two people.

While the two were reading the contract documents, Lin Yu had someone take a bottle of orange juice, unpack it, pour the orange juice into a goblet, and raise the goblet: "Mr. Hanks, Mr. Dena, now I wish our cooperation goes smoothly."

Under the morning sun, the orange wine glass was illuminated by the red light, and it looked so gorgeous and colorful.

Thousands of kilometers to the west, Riyadh.

There is a five-hour time difference between China and Saudi Arabia, so even though the sky in China has been cleared, the sky in Saudi Arabia is still dark.

Three o'clock in the morning is the coolest time for a person.

It is also the time when many people like to launch sneak attacks.

Outside the Al Yamamah Palace, some figures appeared vaguely. These people were all sneaky, always sticking to the buildings and flower beds on the roadside.

It feels like a thief on the roadside, preparing to steal something.

As time went on, these black figures became more and more, and they had vaguely surrounded the Al Yamamah Palace completely.

After surrounding the palace, these people did not rush to attack, but stood on the periphery and watched.

Because from the appearance of these people, it can be clearly seen that they are several forces.

As mercenaries, this is their first time to challenge such a sovereign country.

Very excited.

But the excitement cannot cover up the caution in their hearts.

Everyone comes out to make money, not to sacrifice their lives. Others can go to sacrifice their lives.

It is better to make yourself reluctant to take on things like picking up money.

In an alley in the west, several people hid in the dark, holding binoculars, looking at the palace in the dark without saying a word.

As they watched, one of them suddenly asked:

"Alison, why do I feel something is wrong? Are you sure there is no problem with the intelligence?"

Next to him, a man named Alison shook his mobile phone and said with a relaxed face:

"The news from Party A is that because the king passed away, Prince Awad personally ordered the main combat personnel of the Rhine Defense to be transferred out of the palace to protect the royal family in order to ensure the safety of the royal family."

"In fact, we sent people to detain those relatives, but they didn't expect that our Party A had already escaped."

"According to Party A's estimate, there are only 100 combat personnel at most."

"And here, there are more than 200 people alone."

"What's more, besides us, there are others, even retired Delta Special Forces from America."

"Just 100 people, we want to kill them, just like killing a chicken."

The words of his companions made the leader feel relieved, and he looked at the palace in the distance with a telescope again.

Riyadh was cut off from power.

I don't know which bastard did it.

Saudi Arabia is not short of oil, so it is not short of diesel, so even if the whole Riyadh was cut off from power, the palace in the distance was still brightly lit.

It's just that in the brightly lit palace, except for the mourning music that came from time to time, there were not many human voices, and it felt as if there was no one inside.

I thought about it for a while, but I couldn't figure it out, but the time for attack had come again.

The leader could only give up the messy thoughts in his mind and silently looked at the watch in his hand.

When the minute hand pointed to 3:30 in the morning, seven or eight flares suddenly flew out in the dark night sky around him.

The red flares pierced the sky, and he said that the sharp piercing sound spread far away in the dark night sky, and then several flares hit the sky.

The flares exploded in the sky and slowly landed with parachutes.

The light emitted by the flares also completely illuminated this area, and also allowed people in the dark to see each other clearly.

Everyone saw the murderous intent in each other's eyes.

The signal for the attack sounded, and everyone no longer hesitated. They held their guns, pointed their guns at the palace in the distance, and opened fire.

In the palace, the sound of the flares came in, Luo Ping looked up, turned his head naturally to look at Awad, and said:

"Mr. Awad, we should go into the bunker."

Awad did not respond, but continued to look up at the sky, looking at the dozen flares in the sky.

After several seconds, he asked slowly:

"Are these people idiots?"

"I don't know!" Luo Ping shook his head. Just as he was about to answer, he heard a few words in his headset. He tilted his head to listen for a while, then turned his head to look at Awad:

"Sir, all the documents have been moved underground, and it's time for us to go underground."

"Only when your safety is guaranteed can our people fight."

"So, enter the underground bunker."

This time, Awad did not refuse, but followed Luo Ping calmly, turned into the palace, and then entered the underground bunker.

After entering the underground bunker and closing the exit, Luo Ping picked up the wired phone of the underground bunker command center and said to the other end of the phone: "It's time to start!"

After speaking, he put down the phone without hesitation, turned around and walked to the surveillance camera next to him, looking at the picture from the surveillance camera, with a strange smile on his face.

In the surveillance picture, the mercenaries wearing combat uniforms and identification marks on their arms have broken through the walls of the palace.

Appeared inside the palace.

There were a lot of them, at least thousands of them.

For a moment, the palace, which originally looked magnificent, seemed a bit crowded.

The people who rushed into the palace began to smash and loot everywhere, and did not notice that there was no one in the palace at all.

At this moment, the recording equipment of the monitor captured a buzzing sound, and this buzzing sound also attracted the attention of these mercenaries.

They raised their heads and looked around, looking for the source of the sound.

With the help of flares, they finally saw where the sound came from.

The sound came from the roof of the palace!

Then, dense drones appeared in front of them, and the buzzing sound was clearly the sound of the drone blades rotating.

It was just that there were too many, so the sound became very loud.

Seeing that it was a drone, the mercenaries who had seen this thing on the battlefield did not dare to hesitate, and directly raised their guns and fired a burst at the drone in the sky.

Although it is unclear why there are so many drones, they must not let them get close. Intuition tells these mercenaries that once these drones get close, they will...

Some people have good shooting skills and hit the drones.

Then the drones fall directly and land on the crowd.

Boom!

The drone exploded!

The sound of the explosion is like a signal, a signal of death.

The drones in the sky, like ospreys entering the water to catch fish, suddenly fell from the sky, crashed straight into the ground, broke the windows, and crashed into the crowd.

As soon as they hit the crowd, there was an explosion.

And every explosion will bring blood and flesh flying, and will bring limbs and broken bodies.

Of course, these mercenaries are not weak chickens. After the first round of bombing, they know that they must find a bunker, and a complex integrated bunker, otherwise they can't avoid these drones.

But when they look around, the results of the search make them terrified and desperate.

This is a palace built by the Saudi royal family, which integrates office and accommodation.

In order to show its grandeur, the palace is built in a very grand style. In other words, it has a large space and a relatively high floor height.

Originally, these were advantages for buildings, but now, they are also advantages for drones.

With a large space, there are fewer restrictions on flying, and it is more comfortable to blow people up.

Explosions sounded one after another in the palace, and each explosion was accompanied by a few screams.

After the screams, there was a low whimper.

They were regretting why they listened to those guys, why they were greedy for money, and why they came to this place.

Which bastard said that the Saudis' combat effectiveness was very poor?

The drone bombing lasted for more than 40 minutes, and the first batch of mercenaries who rushed into the palace had been killed and wounded.

The drones were also exhausted.

The people on the periphery waited for a while, and once again launched a sneaky attack on the palace.

Among these people, there were some people wearing white robes and white cloth on their heads.

In the underground bunker.

Seeing these people appear, Awad pressed his eyebrows and sighed, and said to Luo Ping: "Start step 2."

Hearing this, Luo Ping turned and walked to the side, picked up the phone just now, and issued a new order.

East of Riyadh, on the endless dry Gobi Desert, 24 155mm self-propelled artillery from Rheinsteel are ready.

In the command vehicle, a Saudi officer who looked to be in his 50s, with his right hand on the headset, tilted his head, and looked worried.

Just then, there was finally movement in his headset.

It was an order from Awad.

Hearing the voice, he nodded repeatedly.

Two minutes later, he put down the headset, walked out of the command vehicle, grabbed the loudspeaker and shouted to the 24 self-propelled artillery:

"The target of attack has been confirmed again, Al Yamamah Palace in Riyadh."

"Fire at full speed, four bases!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in desert camouflage immediately loaded the shells next to the howitzer not far away, and then repeated the command.

"The target of the attack has been confirmed again, Al Yamamah Palace in Riyadh, full-speed fire, four bases!"

After the password was checked, as the hemp rope hanging on the bolt was pulled, 24 155mm heavy blasting grenades flew out of the muzzle, piercing the night sky and falling towards the target.

The first shell was fired, and in less than 20 seconds, 24 shells were loaded, and another 24 shells were fired.

In the palace.

The second batch of mercenaries who entered saw the miserable state of the first batch of mercenaries. Those with less endurance had already knelt on the ground and vomited, while those with greater endurance were very grateful.

Luckily, they did not attack with the first batch, otherwise, there would be their share of corpses on the ground.

Among the mercenaries, those wearing white robes were not afraid when they saw the corpses all over the ground, but were full of excitement.

With such a tragic battle, it is impossible for the people inside to survive!

They only needed to wait until dawn to call reporters to hold a press conference and announce to the world that the heir appointed by the previous king had died in the rebellion.

And the next person to appear was the real king.

As they thought so, the smiles on their faces became even bigger.

Just as they were about to laugh out loud, a rapid whistling sound suddenly came from the sky, and the sound was like a whistle.

The mercenaries next to them changed their faces after hearing this sound.

Before they could react, the whistling whistle had already hit their faces.

It was the TND155 heavy artillery!