The news of the king's death quickly spread around the world.
Even without the help of Ghost Agents, Jiang Chen saw the video of Riyadh's citywide curfew and learned of the king's death. He didn't expect such a drastic change. It didn't take long for the new crown prince to pass away. He didn't know how to comment on this matter.
Empire State Building.
Sitting at his desk, Jiang Chen was having a video call with Ayesha to listen to intelligence from the Middle East.
"At 12 noon yesterday, Old Salman died of a heart attack. Before he died, he only said two words, 'Let Yerif'. "
"Is the news reliable?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Very reliable." Standing at the other end of the holographic screen, Ayesha nodded and continued, "At that time, our agents in the Middle East happened to be monitoring the palace, and the content of their conversation has been recorded by us."
"Send me the recording," Jiang Chen said.
"It has been sent to your mailbox."
Jiang Chen reached out and gently clicked on the holographic screen. He opened the mailbox, took out the headphones from the drawer, and hung them in his ears.
After listening to the entire recording, he was silent for a while, then he said:
"Delete everything except for the last part of the conversation, leaving only old Salman's last words and the rest."
"Last words?"
"Yes. Old Salman only said 'let Yerif', but he didn't say what Yerif should do. Based on the previous context, he may want to say that Yerif should be sent to prison, but if the previous part is deleted … " After a pause, Jiang Chen looked at Ayesha and said softly, "We can also interpret his last words as letting Yerif inherit the throne."
…
The last batch of troops arrived in eastern Jordan. So far, all mercenaries controlled by Celestial Trade had been withdrawn from Syria.
Celestial Trade officers handed over control of the army to Yerif's confidants. Although the Madagascar mercenaries trained by Celestial Trade did not have the combat effectiveness of Celestial Trade's regular army, their training and armed level were no worse than any special forces in the world.
From the S1 kinetic skeleton to the assault rifle in their hands and the matching scythe-type drone, as the standard configuration of Future Military's export equipment, the coverage rate in this unnumbered force had reached 100%.
Yerif returned a Saudi-style military salute to the commander of Celestial Trade. After he watched the commander get on the SUV and leave, Yerif's mind was filled with mixed emotions.
It was not his original intention to fight with his own brother and rely on force to sit on the throne of this country. It had been prepared for the purpose of carrying out his plans of reform, and he had never imagined that the day would come when it would be put to real use.
However, now that things had developed to this point, it seemed like it was no longer up to him.
Celestial Trade not only sent the promised army but also a perfect excuse. No matter what mood the old king was in at the time, he mentioned Yerif's name before he died. Young Salman's prestige in the kingdom was not as good as his. Even with the assistance of Old Salman's confidant, Yerif's prestige in the kingdom was still great.
He did not need to fight the entire kingdom, he only needed to defeat the supporters of young Salman.
He took a deep breath, turned his face, and looked at his confidant standing next to him.
"How many people in the country are on our side?"
"The commander of the 36th Mechanized Division is willing to help us, but at the same time, he expressed his reluctance to see the country slide into civil war. Our allies in the kingdom are all on our side. They promised that as long as we recapture Riyadh from young Salman, they will recognize you as the new king of Saudi Arabia. "
"Very good."
Yerif nodded.
Old Salman died at the right time. He happened to be in the barracks of Celestial Trade Mercenaries. Now the initiative was in his hands. The entire Saudi intelligence department couldn't stop a force armed to the teeth.
Yerif looked at his confidant next to him and gave an order.
"Set off immediately to Riyadh."
"Roger!"
Jiang Chen was not very worried about the war of succession on the other side of the earth.
As long as Yerif could summon the courage to take this step, victory was within his grasp.
It was not that Jiang Chen was confident, but that the opponent was too weak.
The defense budget accounted for more than 10% of GDP, and the military budget ranked third in the world, but they trained an army that was worse than a third-rate country. To be honest, before Saudi Arabia showed itself, everyone thought this guy was a peace-loving peerless master. As a result, in 2015, he took the army to Yemen, and the 150,000 troops of the Ten-Nation Coalition Force went there. They thought they could push the Houthis into the sea in minutes …
But they were slapped in the face.
In short, Saudi Arabia's military power could no longer be described by the word weak.
With a full set of UA equipment and Chinese long-range missiles, with complete air superiority, the prince and the highest commander were killed in succession. Not only did they lose a lot of equipment, but they were even pushed back. Until now, there were still a few towns that were not taken back.
The Houthis on the other side were probably also wondering if they were here to cause trouble or to provide warmth.
Against such an army, with the help of mercenaries trained by Celestial Trade, it would be difficult to lose with both eyes, let alone one hand.
However, it was certain that the final ownership of the throne would completely change the future situation of the entire Middle East …
…
Moscow, Kremlin. A document was placed on Putin's desk. Similar reports were actually sent through the Russian Embassy in Xin a long time ago. The Kremlin also held many meetings to discuss Celestial Trade's plan to colonize Himalia.
There was only one focus of debate, and that was what benefits Russia could gain from this colonization plan.
"The prospects and feasibility study report of Himalia's colonization … Ostapenko, what do you think?" Putin put down the document in his hand and leaned back in his chair as he watched the director of the Russian Federal Space Agency walk into the office.
Since Russia joined the Earth Defense Alliance, Ostapenko found that he had more and more opportunities to enter and exit the Kremlin. In the past, he might have been excited about getting closer and closer to the power center of Moscow, but now it became a burden for him.
Russia's top officials realized the importance of the aerospace industry and realized that a new era was coming. They had high expectations for Ostapenko, but with more and more budgets, he felt more and more powerless.
Fortunately, the man in front of him was not impatient with his slow progress.
Faced with the president's straightforward question, he carefully thought for a moment and said.
"If you are asking me about the necessity of colonizing Himalia, I think it is of course necessary for Russia. According to the description of Himalia in the document, the methane reserves on it are extremely rich, more than a hundred times the methane reserves of the entire Siberia, and even formed a liquid river. However … "
"However?" Putin raised an eyebrow.
"It is precisely because Himalia is so valuable that I don't understand why Celestial Trade chose to take it out," Ostapenko sighed. "The Envoy-class starship is already cruising in the Kuiper Belt. Although it is in the name of the Earth Defense Alliance, we know very well that only they can do it. In fact, with their strength, they can completely digest this planet by themselves. It will not be more difficult than colonizing Mars … "
At this point, Ostapenko paused for a moment and continued in a hesitant tone.
"I'm not maliciously speculating about our allies, I just want to know, why are they doing this?"
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