I want to be a warlord

Suddenly there was an explosion in Tikrit, followed by the sound of artillery...

Some residents who were still in the city suddenly felt a different kind of feeling, familiar and at ease...

During this period, I heard this kind of sound every day, and it was strange that I was not used to it after not playing for a few days.

But I was not worried when I heard this, because the militiamen had previously informed that they would clean up the remaining terrorists.

But this definitely does not include Walid, Talal and other 15 families!
They are not ignorant people. After receiving the notice, they naturally know that they are not clean-up terrorists.

However, from the beginning to the end, no one mentioned that everyone should gather the guards together, and more than 800 people could be gathered to fight against Wang Zhen. Instead, the guard was stepped up.

These family heads immediately contacted Faisal, or tried to contact the US garrison through other networks. Some people directly contacted reporters, hoping to expose Wang Zhen.

Attacking a noble local nobleman without any trial is no longer a crime, but terrorism!
As long as Wang Zhen is exposed, he will be finished!
A group of people showed off their skills, quite like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea.

……

In the armored vehicle, Wang Zhen was still playing with the display board 'Beach Landing 2017' when a voice came from the communicator next to him, "Report, Chairman Faisal, your satellite phone is ringing."

"Transfer it over," Faisal said.

There was a signal jammer nearby that interfered with the mobile phone channel, so the mobile phone was placed outside, but their military channel could still be used.

"Hello, Chairman Faisal, that delivery boy is crazy. He is crazy. He actually mobilized troops to attack Montashari privately. Why don't you stop him immediately!"

Hearing the sound, Faisal was completely stunned. He couldn't hear the rest of the words at all, and the only thing in his mind was the delivery boy.

How dare you!

"Faisal, are you listening? Come on, that delivery boy doesn't understand anything at all. He doesn't know how much trouble he has caused. He is dead, dead. If you can't stop him, then I What guarantees that the Democratic and Peace Party will be boycotted by everyone is the entire Tikrit and the entire Salahuddin Province." Walid spoke so quickly that Faisal couldn't even stop him.

Faisal turned his head and looked at Wang Zhen secretly.

Wang Zhenshou had already left the joystick and the case, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a cold voice: "Is that the outsider you are talking about me?"

Walid: "..."

Why did he seem to hear the delivery boy's voice?

I picked up the phone and looked at it. It was indeed Faisal's mobile phone number. Did I remember it wrong?
or……

"You stole Faisal's phone? You despicable guy, do you know what you are doing!!"

"Ahem, Walid, pay attention to the way you speak, you are slandering Mr. Wang Zhen!" Faisal immediately interrupted.

Walid: "..."

I don’t know when, tiny drops of sweat began to appear on my head, as if something bad was happening...

"Very good, very good, Walid's house, right? Hehe, hehe, takeaway boy, I have indeed delivered takeaways, and I haven't forgotten it now. I often still deliver takeaways." Wang Zhen gritted his teeth and said coldly. : "When I finish delivering the takeout to Montasari's house, I will deliver it to your house. Wait for me!"

Walid listened blankly to the voice on the phone until the blind voice came. After a while, he shivered.

Feisal was by Wang Zhen's side, which meant that he knew about and agreed to the attack.

This matter was like a thunderbolt, which meant that the matter had gone beyond the scope of their previous discussion and something had happened.

So, what does the delivery boy mean when he talks about delivering food?
You, don't come here!
……

These people have been entrenched in this city for hundreds of years and have deep-rooted influence. It makes sense for them to have their current status.

When they activated their connections, reporters immediately drove over.

Although Tikrit has not allowed those refugees to return, this definitely does not include journalists.

Reporters have great freedom of action, and Wang Zhen has no control over them.

However, the vehicles of several reporters were directly stopped by the sentry, "The terrorists are being cleared ahead, no passage allowed!"

"I am a reporter from the Iraqi XX Newspaper. I have the right to report the truth of the matter, and the people have the right to know!" the reporter said very loudly.

The militiaman turned on the camera on his shoulder, pointed it at the reporter, and said with a serious face: "Of course, you have the right, but I must confirm with you again, do you really want to go in? I reiterate, there is a war going on inside, clear the remaining Terrorists, these people are extremely dangerous, and with the determination to die, they may detonate IEDs buried anywhere at any time. It is very dangerous to go in now, and it is easy to be attacked by bombs!"

"If you must go in, please sign a disclaimer. We cannot guarantee your life safety in the event of an attack!"

As he spoke, a document was handed over.

The reporter suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth a few times, looking at the document but not daring to sign it.

What a joke!
A while ago, when they went to the battlefield for interviews and filming, they were protected by militiamen.

Now we have received news that the Chinese warlord is attacking the mansion of a local noble. They were stopped, warned, and asked to sign a disclaimer... Isn't it obvious that if they go in, they will be attacked by terrorists and bombed by IEDs? God!
Several reporters in the car looked at each other. The boss behind their newspaper was a noble in the city. They came under the boss's order, but the boss couldn't let them die!
"Ahem, I suddenly remembered that I still have mutton stew at home. Turn around, turn around, stop cooking..."

Watching the reporter leave, the militiaman sneered and turned off the camera on his shoulder.

I also bought a law enforcement recorder from Taobao. …

Several reporters were stopped in succession, and everyone who read the disclaimer shivered. The more reporters, the more they understood that there are some things that cannot be explored, or they will die!
But not all reporters are so honest. The network of these people is really strong. Wang Zhen cannot scare everyone, and reporters can also use drones.

However, not long after the reporter's small drone took to the sky, he saw the drone that he had seen frequently in the past month and was larger than a car in the sky.

The drone pressed directly towards two small palm-sized drones, which looked like an elephant and a kitten in comparison.

Agricultural drones quickly filled the screen, and then the screen went black...

Wang Zhen points his finger to the sky and the other to the earth. I am the only one in heaven and earth!
……

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

After firing two rounds of armor-piercing shells, all six artillery pieces were replaced with grenades, all aimed at the windows.

It's a big villa with big windows, and it's not difficult to aim at such a close distance of 150 meters.

The 105mm high-explosive grenade exploded in the villa. The power was simply devastating. The room seemed to have been destroyed by a typhoon. There was no intact thing left at all. Everything was torn apart, whether it was a seat or a sofa. Or a painting on the wall.

Not to mention the people inside!

The shock wave bounces back and forth in the room, further expanding the absolute damage range!
The bombardment doesn't stop at all, what fucking elite security is useless, it's all useless!

Even if there is a delta inside, even if it is a signal flag, it will only be blown to pieces by artillery shells!

After four rounds of bombing, the artillery finally stopped.

The door of the Humvee opened, and the heavily armed militiamen divided into small teams and quickly searched for the villa and the lower floors on both sides.

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

After the information was reported one by one, Wang Zhen opened the door of the armored vehicle and stepped out with Faisal.

"Search for the target person Muntashali. If you want to see him alive, you want to see his body if he dies!"

Within a few minutes, a man dressed as a servant was brought to Wang Zhen.

It's not that everyone died. Most of the people who died were those who faced the playground and the people in the room on the road side. These were basically security personnel who wanted to fight against the intruders. On the contrary, the servants who had no fighting ability were hiding. In the houses on the other side, most of them were not affected by the shells, leaving only one life.

(Armor-piercing bullets have sufficient penetrating power but low explosive lethality; grenades have high explosive power but low penetrating power.)
"The master is in the basement, go down that way." The servant quickly gave directions.

The militiamen quickly found the passage and elevator into the basement, threw a grenade in, and after a bang, two militiamen rushed in.

The stairs went down about two floors and then stopped. The elevator door opened. There was a small underground foyer. Opposite was a metal door that looked like a bank vault. It was explosion-proof at first glance.

"People inside, listen, come out and surrender immediately, I'll give you 3 minutes!"

"Blast directly in 3 minutes!"

The underground bomb shelter was built after the US military invaded Iraq in 2003. It is owned by noble families in order to cope with possible bombing by the US military.

Such underground air raid shelters are equipped with modern equipment, and they cannot hide what happens outside.

Here is Muntashali's wife, three sons, and two daughters, and the whole family is here.

Everyone was stupid at this time. They never expected that sending out such a distress message would have no effect. Wang Zhen still led people to fight all the way in with artillery.

Montashali didn't understand how things could be like this.

Sometimes he was excited and cursed, sometimes he was decadent and regretful, and sometimes he was irritable and seemed to be going crazy.

Of course, I was still conscious. After venting for a while, I was stuck for 3 minutes and asked the housekeeper to open the metal door.

The militiamen rushed in. They didn't care whether you were a noble or not, and they roughly detained everyone.

Dealing with these people who were once so superior that they were not even qualified to say a word to each other will give these militiamen a sense of revenge and excitement!

After repeated checks in the underground space to ensure that there was no danger, they notified the superiors. Then Wang Zhen and Faisal took the elevator down.

In fact, Wang Zhen was very curious, who gave Montashali the courage to deceive a group of mercenaries?
Montashari doesn’t understand, and neither does Wang Zhen! (End of chapter)