354: Chapter 354 Cleansing

On the private jet of the United Arab Emirates, several individuals dressed in Arab attire had a somewhat dejected aura; after all, they had come with a mission, only to return in failure, and they did not know how to report back.

"How should we explain this to His Majesty the King?"

A middle-aged man sitting by the window spoke, his expression bitter, "Are we supposed to say that we just said hello and came back?"

"What other choice did we have? That is Third-Party Technology. I certainly don't want their cannons in the sky aimed at us; that is a situation even Allah would not wish to face," another person said.

"But it is better than that fool from Iraq, an idiot who only knew how to hold an AK, throwing his life away for nothing."

"I really don't know how he managed to do it. I heard that Mr. Lin is from the Central Continent; could it be Central Continent martial arts?"

"I think so..."

At this moment, a luxurious plane appeared beside them and quickly overtook them, passing over a thousand meters in the blink of an eye.

"That is a Saudi plane, isn't it? Flying so fast, are they in a rush to get home for dinner?"

A young official leaned toward the window and spoke with a hint of teasing. Hearing his words, several gazes turned toward the window.

But almost at the same time.

A high-speed object trailing a white exhaust, like an arrow from the God of Death, suddenly shot out from the clouds ten meters away, heading straight for the Saudi luxury plane that had just overtaken them.

It's a missile!

Upon realizing what it was, the young official's face turned deathly pale, and he exclaimed in shock.

These people watched with their own eyes as the missile overtook the plane in front at a terrifying speed, in the mere instant they brushed past each other.

Boom—!

A deafening explosion erupted in the high altitude. A massive fireball instantly engulfed the entire luxury airliner. This plane, carrying the Saudi royal family, traced a desperate arc in the sky before plummeting straight toward the deep blue sea below.

With a splash, the seawater was struck, sending up a spray, but the thick smoke and waves intertwined, quickly swallowing the plane completely, leaving not even a trace behind.

This scene left everyone on the plane terrified, their backs soaked with cold sweat.

"Who did this?" one person asked blankly.

No one answered, but everyone had the same answer in their hearts; besides the company they had just left, there was no other possibility.

They actually wiped out even the people from the Saudi royal family like this.

Someone reacted and screamed loudly.

"Quick, quickly contact Third-Party Technology! We are friendly, we absolutely did not offend them, we can cooperate with anything!"

If a missile were to emerge behind the plane they were riding in, they too would be left with no place to be buried...

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Because of the great distance, Lin Fang did not see what happened, but he received news from Xiao Hei via his earpiece that the plane had crashed.

It was a bit of a pity.

He quite appreciated Khalid as a person.

Lin Fang felt slightly somber, but he turned and forgot about the matter. Seeing Xu Anqing still in the reception area, he said:

"You weren't scared, were you?"

"Not at all," hearing his words, Xu Anqing shook her head and smiled slightly, "Brother Zhou has already detained the remaining five people from Iraq. Boss, what do you plan to do with them?"

"Let Zhou Hui take them to the inner World,"

Lin Fang decided their fate with a single sentence. The company would keep these people well-fed and well-cared for, waiting only for the day they would be useful.

"Alright, goodbye Boss," Xu Anqing said, bidding Lin Fang farewell before leaving.

Lin Fang sat back in the soft sofa, thought for a moment, and took out his phone to make a call.

It only rang twice before a deep, resonant male voice answered, carrying a hint of astonishment.

"Lin... Your Excellency Lin Fang, is that you?"

"It is I,"

Lin Fang replied, "Mr. Martin, how have you been lately?"

The breathing on the other end of the line suddenly quickened, clearly not expecting it to be him. After a moment, Teclait Martin spoke:

"Your Excellency Lin Fang, is there anything you need from me?"

"Mr. Martin, there is a matter I need your help with. I want you to withdraw all armed personnel and arms depots of Lockheed Martin from Iraq."

Teclait Martin, before the Delta military company established by Lin Fang emerged, was the leader of the World's largest arms company, Lockheed Martin.

Although he had been pushed down, his strength could not be underestimated. Half a month ago, Martin had made significant efforts and finally became one of the twenty-two important seat members of the Bright Council.

The Bright Council, although not openly displayed, was already an entity known to everyone in the upper echelons of the real World.

The reason for this,

was simply that the identity of the chairman of this council was shocking, and coupled with the influence of the company he founded, which had already reached a terrifying level, the Bright Council had become a top-tier circle that dignitaries worldwide were desperate to enter.

And the conditions for joining this organization had changed from being loose to becoming extremely harsh.

Times had changed; now it was these dignitaries who had to carefully maintain their relationship with Lin Fang.

There had always been many people in the Bright Council clamoring to start the next meeting, but Lin Fang simply didn't have the time to bother with them.

"Your Excellency Lin Fang, what happened?"

Upon hearing Lin Fang's words, Teclait Martin's pupils constricted.

Lockheed Martin had been deeply rooted in Iraq for over a decade. Troop support, weapons maintenance, intelligence cooperation, and arms orders brought in hundreds of billions of dollars in profit every year. It was also the core fulcrum of the U.S.'s layout in the Middle East, not something that could be withdrawn just like that.

"I just killed a minister of Iraq. Because of some things he said, I have decided to purge that place," Lin Fang explained after thinking for a moment,

"It might be tomorrow, or today, that my troops will enter this country."

What had those fools done? Martin, on the other end of the phone, frowned deeply. After a moment of silence, he spoke tentatively:

"This is not a simple matter. Even if I agree, the authorities will not..."

Lin Fang interrupted him, his gaze turning cold, "They will agree. You can report it up and say that it was I, Lin Fang, who said it personally."

"Actually, if Mr. Martin is unwilling to help, there will be no obstacles to this matter either."

These words were not a threat; they were a statement of fact.

Teclait Martin was instantly shocked. The other party's words were not empty talk. This company truly did not need anyone's consent, did not need to follow any procedures. As long as Lin Fang wished, never mind Iraq, even the entire Middle East could perhaps be overturned overnight.

At this moment, Lin Fang smiled,

"I will not make things too difficult for Mr. Martin. As long as you can cooperate, I can offer 5,000 contribution points..."

The fate of a country was quietly changed during their conversation.