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"You've been hungry for how long? Even if it's free, you shouldn't act like this. Hehe, actually, if you're thirsty, you can eat me." The entire first floor of the restaurant had turned into a self-service area due to the temporary provision of free lunch, and Yang Xiaoyou was skillfully sweeping through the food without drawing any suspicion, thanks to the spaciousness of the restaurant.
Except for the Demoness who was sticking closely behind him.
After following him around two tables, she was already full. Seeing his series of actions afterward, Liang Wuxuan's tone became a bit strange.
Yang Xiaoyou, who had grown tired of hiding anything in front of the Demoness, felt somewhat speechless toward this fellow who used him as a shield.
Stuffing food into his mouth, he mumbled to her, "I'm just feeling a bit overheated. Don't play with fire; it could really affect Student President if he can't get out of bed."
"Hey, virgin, don't just talk without practice. I hear guys love to brag about their abilities, but most can't compare to a girl's own fingers," Liang Wuxuan said, showing no signs of rejection toward Yang Xiaoyou's half-threatening remarks. After making a strange hand gesture, she added with a hint of flirtation.
Yang Xiaoyou felt an urge to pin her down on one of the nearby tables to let her experience it firsthand.
However, while he was daydreaming, strange images flashed through his mind—like memory fragments that seemed to belong to him but were elusive. They seemed somewhat related to the Demoness, but he couldn't recall them when he tried; only a dull ache lingered at the back of his head.
As he continued eating, Yang Xiaoyou also observed the surroundings. There were some plainclothes men monitoring the restaurant, but their presence hadn't yet reached a level that would alert ordinary people.
Regarding the cleanup of his current operation, it was nearly complete. He had to thank that great Your Highness and the generous Li Xiao for their help in allowing him to remain completely hidden.
Although this transaction involved himself and the Agent who met with God, there was no doubt that the deal itself had already been completed.
If his estimates were correct, it likely related to items controlling Lickers that he had seen last time in Tokyo. Compared to using conventional equipment to destroy a city, this type of Biochemical Weapon was indeed pricey but relatively cheaper by comparison.
Of course, Yang Xiaoyou could be sure that under normal circumstances, even if they obtained such weapons through legitimate transactions, they would definitely not use them in a critical place like Dubai. Conversely, if that Elite agent wanted to stop this transaction, they might choose to smash the items and let their effects spread throughout the city from the height of Burj Dubai.
After all, the United Arab Emirates was separated from Israel and all of Saudi Arabia by vast deserts acting as barriers. The fellow who started talking about the entire Middle East falling apart and affecting interests was just talking nonsense. Because of this, that exceptionally capable Agent had to die.
Yang Xiaoyou was uncertain about how this group of Arabs would utilize such a special weapon and whether it would have any impact on the upcoming changes of the Arab Spring.
"Anyway, I'm just selling my goods. You can fight however you want, but the Mercenaries and Aspects should not get involved in this mess. It's best to stay put in Africa," he initially had some thoughts about mobilizing the Hive Security Company's Mercenary team to directly participate in the changes in the Middle East.
However, after learning that such unsavory elements would be joining the battlefield, he dismissed that idea. The profits from arms sales were already sufficient; any substantial attempt to get involved with certain oil and gas fields was better left alone. There were times when one must not be greedy.
In fact, he felt somewhat relieved that it was the Arabs who acquired these weapons rather than the Jews. Otherwise, there might have been some resistance, which could lead to a one-sided situation where they were overwhelmed. If that happened, there would be no business left to conduct.
The group most wary of Biochemical Weapons was undoubtedly the Jews, given their country and population. Their geographical position meant that if they suffered a defeat and were severely attacked by Biochemical Weapons, they could easily be wiped out by surrounding enemies taking advantage of their weakness.
"Unfortunately, my injuries haven't healed yet; otherwise, I might have been able to gain something more. The organization has certainly dealt a heavy blow this time; they've made it cheap for them," Yang Xiaoyou naturally had a strong aversion to the organization and believed it was better to disrupt their activities whenever possible.
However, the timing this time was somewhat delicate; he truly felt powerless. It might be better to let go since the other side had already begun operations in Lebanon. Whether Hezbollah could survive this time was indeed uncertain, and he feared that the detestable organization we were trading with would also sell such 'cheap' products to the insurgents.
In a room that had just been temporarily relocated after being cleaned up, a Bearded Middle-Aged Man dressed in traditional Arabic attire looked at the reagents inside an open box before him with a sense of helplessness.
If he had any choice, he would not want to use such items that could potentially lead to uncontrollable and severe consequences. However, if he did not purchase them, the other party would inevitably sell them to their adversaries, resulting in even more dire outcomes. Although currently, it seemed like Israel was their biggest enemy.
Yet internal power struggles were equally brutal; without internal conflicts, how could such a small entity as Israel achieve its current level of success?
The two previous Middle Eastern wars had seen victories turn into defeats solely due to infighting.
The scale of the disturbance that the opposing side was attempting to incite this time was enormous. If they succeeded, no one could predict what the future landscape would look like.
As he pulled out a vial of reagent with dreamlike colors, a sigh flashed across the Bearded Middle-Aged Man's eyes. Was he really going to open Pandora's Box in his hands?
Just as he prepared for what came next...
‘Puff’
The sound of muscle tearing echoed from behind him, and he lowered his head in disbelief as he saw the blade that had pierced through his body. The Bearded Middle-Aged Man's eyes were filled with shock.
"Chieftain, you have held this position for so many years; it's time to relinquish it. Your indecisiveness will bring disaster to the entire nation," said a man in similar attire, appearing to be in his thirties and quite handsome. He cruelly leaned his head over the Chieftain's shoulder.
As he spoke, he twisted the blade in his hand, causing the middle-aged Chieftain to choke on his words. Blood and shattered fragments poured from his mouth.
"Rest assured, your death will be labeled as an assassination by Mossad agents. After you die, you will still be our beloved Chieftain, and your son will inherit your position. I will take good care of your beautiful queen. At that time, the entire nation will be engulfed in hatred towards the Jews, allowing us to easily divert attention from our internal issues. I will express our demands to the Federal Chieftaincy; your death will undoubtedly benefit our entire country." As he spoke darkly, the man pulled out the Sharp Weapon and plunged it back in.
He then grabbed a blood-stained vial, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes. "What a splendid assassination by Mossad!"
Having successfully reached the hotel, Yang Xiaoyou's face darkened ominously as he watched the breaking news report. The assassination of such a high-profile figure was reported almost immediately without any lockdown period, which was already suspicious. Moreover, he had personally experienced the events surrounding the assassination of Hamad bin Mohammed, the Chieftain of Fujairah Emirate, during a negotiation in Dubai.
The assassin had committed suicide by jumping from a building, but information revealed through the body indicated that he was Jewish and undoubtedly linked to Mossad. There was no doubt that there were conflicting interests at play; once this fire was ignited, both public and official sentiments would escalate to their peak.
It was highly likely—almost certain—that some information obtained by Mossad had been deliberately leaked by a certain faction simply to attract their intelligence personnel for scrutiny.
It seemed that the changes occurring in the Middle East were far greater and faster than he had originally planned. To be continued...
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