29: Let him go out and experience it.

The loud bang of Uday Hussein slamming the door echoed in the corridor.

His chest heaved violently, and the muscles in his face contorted with anger and a hint of uncontrollable anticipation.

Ballistic missile technology!

The words held infinite magic, making Uday’s blood surge with heat.

He abruptly stopped, turned to his trusted bodyguard following behind him, and roared, "Contact the Chief of Police for me! Immediately! Now!"

The call was quickly connected.

"It's me, Uday!" he bellowed into the phone.

"Immediately bring your men and surround the Al Rashid Hotel! Not even a fly is allowed to escape!"

"Remember, it's a siege! No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter and disturb my esteemed guest!"

Uday deliberately emphasized the word "esteemed," his tone full of menace.

"If that young man named David loses a single hair, I'll use your head as a football!"

The Chief of Police on the other end of the phone was scared out of his wits, repeatedly assuring him.

Immediately, dozens of heavily armed police officers closest to the hotel were dispatched, and their sirens wailed as they completely surrounded the entire hotel.

Only after all this did Uday feel the irritation in his heart subside slightly.

He both hoped David was telling the truth and feared it was all just a trick that would make him a laughingstock once exposed.

This conflicting emotion tormented him.

Inside the hotel room.

Juan knocked and entered, his expression serious.

"Boss, we're surrounded."

He walked to the window, pulled back a corner of the curtain, and the flashing police lights downstairs cast flickering shadows on his face.

"Police from the Baghdad City Bureau, at least thirty of them, all armed. All hotel exits are blocked."

David swirled the remaining red wine in his glass, his face showing no surprise.

"As expected."

He chuckled softly.

"This young master still has some brains, doesn't he?"

"He's afraid I'll run, and also afraid his subordinates might harm me, his cash cow, so he simply let the police act as free security."

"Then we..." Juan made a throat-slitting gesture, his eyes cold.

"No, no need." David waved his hand, "Let them guard. We don't need to do anything, just wait patiently."

"Yes, Boss." Juan asked no further questions, bowed, and exited the room.

Only David remained in the room.

The relaxed ease on his face instantly vanished, replaced by complete concentration.

"System, come out."

A blue, technologically advanced light screen, visible only to him, instantly unfolded before his eyes.

"Purchase long-range rocket artillery."

On the light screen, a dazzling array of weapon lists scrolled rapidly.

David's gaze searched through them.

"Hmm... the American M270, its range is too short, it won't fool that blockhead Uday, pass."

"The latest Chinese goods? No, no, too advanced, it would be too conspicuous to bring out now, and the price is ridiculously expensive, not cost-effective."

His finger glided through the air, and finally, a familiar model appeared.

[BM-30 'Tornado' Self-Propelled Rocket Launcher]

[Origin: Big Maos Family]

[Caliber: 300 mm]

[Maximum Range: 90 kilometers]

[Description: Big Maos Family's magnum opus from the late 1980s, clunky and powerful enough.]

[Highly mobile, easy to operate, truly an essential item for murder, arson, and home travel.]

"This is it!" David's eyes lit up.

He had boasted to Uday about the A-100, which had a maximum range of over one hundred kilometers.

This 'Tornado' has a range of ninety kilometers, which isn't too different; rounding it up, doesn't it also count as a hundred kilometers?

Besides, for a rich local like Uday, who knows nothing about Eastern weapons...

Whether it's an A-100 or a BM-30, as long as the caliber is large enough, the range is far enough, and it looks powerful enough, there's no difference!

"System, purchase five 'Tornado' rocket launchers."

[Five BM-30 'Tornado' rocket launchers, total 500,000 USD. Confirm purchase?]

"Confirm!"

500,000 USD for the highest trust of a country—this deal was an absolute steal.

The money was spent, but the items couldn't just appear out of thin air at an Iraq port.

"System, purchase a 10,000-ton second-hand freighter, modify it, and change its name to 'oriental pearl'."

[One modified freighter, price 1,000,000 USD. Confirm?]

"Confirm!"

"And 15 absolutely loyal Death Sworn crew members."

[Crew recruitment complete, wages deducted from system account.]

[All items purchased. Please specify manifestation location.]

"Lang Country Bay, international waters," David said without hesitation.

[Manifestation successful.]

["oriental pearl" is in position, crew is onboard, ready to depart at any time.]

"Very good." David gave the order to the captain in his mind.

"Destination, Fao Port, Iraq, full speed ahead! Expected arrival before 10 AM tomorrow!"

After all this, David finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He poured himself more red wine, walked to the window, and looked at the Iraq police downstairs, who looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, a playful smile playing on his lips.

The show had just begun.

Meanwhile, Uday returned to his mansion and didn't close his eyes all night.

He hadn't told his father, Saddam, about this.

If it succeeded, this immense credit had to be his alone.

If it failed, he didn't want to lose face in front of his father.

At first light, he called his most trusted subordinate.

"You immediately go to Fao Port, bring enough US dollars, and make sure to take care of everyone in the port authority, from top to bottom!"

"Remember, a freighter named 'oriental pearl' will arrive today. Contact me immediately when you see the ship!"

"Yes, Young Master!"

The confidant took his leave.

Time passed by minute by minute; for Uday, every second felt incredibly long.

He fidgeted, chain-smoking cigars, and the expensive Persian carpet was already covered in ash.

Finally, just after nine in the morning, the encrypted phone rang.

Uday jolted and snatched up the phone.

"Speak!"

On the other end of the line, his confidant's voice was distorted with excitement.

"Young Master! The ship has arrived!"

"The 'oriental pearl'! It's already docked at the pier!"

Uday's heart instantly leaped into his throat; he felt his breathing stop.

"On the ship! What's on the ship?!" he roared with all his might.

"There! There are things! Covered with tarpaulins, but you can tell they are five military trucks! And on the trucks are huge caliber rocket launchers!"

Uday's mind went blank.

It was actually true!

That young man hadn't lied to him!

A wave of ecstasy instantly swept over him, making him almost cry out.

He forcibly suppressed his inner excitement and commanded in a trembling but authoritative voice.

"Block that ship! No one is allowed to approach! Wait for me! I'll be there immediately!"

Hanging up the phone, Uday could no longer remain calm. He paced excitedly around the room, finally slamming his fist on the table.

"Someone! Get the car ready! To the airport!"

Presidential Palace.

A subordinate was reporting to Saddam.

"Your Excellency, Mr. President, according to the intelligence we've received, Young Master Uday took a military plane early this morning, rushing towards Basra."

"According to our investigation, he privately met an unidentified young arms dealer at the Al Rashid Hotel yesterday."

Saddam was trimming his beloved cigar when he heard the report, and his hands paused.

He lifted his eyelids, his deep gaze showing no emotion.

"Arms dealer?"

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Saddam was silent for a moment, brought the cigar to his nose to smell it, and a profound smile appeared on his face.

"My son is starting to have his own secrets."

He waved his hand.

"Don't mind him."

"A young eagle must learn to fly and hunt on its own. Let him go out and gain experience."

"We'll just watch."

"Yes, Your Excellency," the subordinate respectfully withdrew.

Saddam lit his cigar, took a deep puff, and exhaled thick smoke rings.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his eyes grew sharper.

He wanted to see what kind of surprise his son would bring back this time.