Bukin is right, Salah is indeed unable to protect himself. At this moment, he is in the confidential room of the test center, holding a red confidential phone in his hand and shaking like a sieve, because the other end of the phone is nothing but someone else, but the supreme existence of Iraq, President Saddam.........

"His Excellency President, please give me another chance. Really, Your Excellency President, please believe in my loyalty..."

Similar pale and powerless words, I don’t know how many times he said this from Salah’s mouth. If this were in the past, as long as he pretended to be pitiful and said a few soft words that would tempt him, Saddam would never make things difficult for him anymore. However, today the Iraqi independent slander was extremely tough, and the reason was very simple. The evidence of his private transaction with the Soviets was sent to Saddam at some point.

"I've seen enough of your hypocritical performance. If it weren't for your distant relative, I would have wanted to shoot you to death. If you think the Idlib party and the army have insulted you, then you wouldn't have to stay in this world again..."

Saddam's unquestionable harsh words made Salah's eardrum hurt through the telephone receiver, but he did not dare to disobey at all, because he knew that this was his best ending. If it were someone else, he would probably not even know how to die. Although he hated the person who informed Saddam at this moment, he had no choice but to do anything. With the fall, he could do nothing even if he wanted to investigate. So Salah's eyes closed tightly, and finally nodded fiercely, responding in a deep voice with a hint of unwillingness:

"I know, my Excellency the President, and one hour later I will set out for Idlip Province..."

"That's it!"

Saddam was too lazy to say something to Salah and hung up the phone directly. However, the moment he put down the phone, the thick lips under his black beard couldn't help but pull it to the side, making an indescribable strange smile. Then he glanced at the materials on the desk where Salah and the Soviets traded privately, and swept it directly into the trash can next to him with a wave of his hand.

Saddam has a good impression of Salah, a distant relative. Although he is a little greedy, he is still quite capable. Otherwise, he would not have led the Air Force with extremely high technical level. If he had been greedy for Salah's wealth in normal times, Saddam might have turned a blind eye to his loyalty.

However, it is absolutely impossible now. You must know that Kuwait, located in the south, has made Saddam see it as a fatty meat. If you do not take advantage of the favorable opportunity of the current world situation and make it a fait accompli, and if you want to swallow it, you will not know that you will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month.

He was nearly sixty years old. For the sake of the Arab lion dream in his heart, he no longer wanted to wait, even if he paused for a second, but Salah asked for a temporary suspension of his actions at the military meeting a few days ago. Even though the reasons were very sufficient at that time, it was impossible to say, but it did not mean that he really wanted to stop.

Perhaps he can tolerate his subordinates' greed for money, or he can also abide by some transactions that use power for personal gain, but he will never allow others to suspend his grand career. Even if the reason is sufficient, it will not be possible to pause for a moment. Because of this, Salah's tragedy is bound to be destined. He is pitiful that he will not know the true inside story until the end.........

"Dingling~~~~~"

Just as Saddam stared at the medium map in front of him and outlined the heroic map in his heart, the internal telephone on the table suddenly rang out. Saddam took his gaze from the map, pressed the answer button impatiently, and a pleasant female voice came out:

"His Excellency the President, Chief of Staff of the Pakistani Army, General Musharraf has arrived at the President's residence!"

Saddam looked at the materials exposed Salah in the trash can, and replied with a smile: "Please go to the east hall, I will see him there..."

"My dear General Musharraf, thank you for the evidence that we have caught a big borer!"

More than ten minutes later, in the hall on the east side of the presidential residence, Saddam smiled, his unruly pupils showed kindness and affection, and he looked similar to an uncle next door, but Musharraf, who was sitting beside him, knew that his ambition and cold blood were written under the kind face:

"We are just reflecting it truthfully, and it is unknown whether it is accurate or not!"

Musharraf was modest, but he was secretly happy in his heart. Thanks to the foresight of Lu Jiadong, this boy would never have been able to touch Saddam's pulse so accurately. It turned out that the day before the bidding test, Lu Jiadong asked him to rush to Baghdad immediately through the secret phone number of the Chinese Embassy in Iraq!

After he hurriedly came to Baghdad from Saudi Arabia to meet Lu Jiadong, he did not expect that this young Chinese man was holding a baseless document to ask him to sue Salah for the darkness of Salah. After learning about this situation, Musharraf's head shook like a rattle.

Just kidding, let alone whether this is suspected of interfering in other people's internal affairs, even if you are not afraid, you can defeat Salah with this imagined black material out of thin air and reverse the unfavorable situation of the "Falcon" air defense missile system? It's simply a fantasy. You must know that Salah is not an ordinary person. He is the commander of the Iraqi Air Force and a distant relative of Saddam. Not to mention economic issues, even if he kills a few people with a gun, he cannot be investigated.

Lu Jiadong could naturally see Musharraf's concerns, but he didn't care. Instead, he said meaningfully: "Saddam is going to take action recently, and he is very urgent!"

Musharraf is not a stupid person. When he heard Lu Jiadong's words, his pupils couldn't help but shrink. Recently, Saddam sent more troops to the Basra area in the south and held large-scale military exercises one after another. However, no one thought that Saddam was preparing for the invasion of Kuwait, but was preparing to kill Iran again.

Musharraf was the same. He thought that Lu Jiadong made the speculation that Iraq was about to take action with his keen judgment, so he patiently listened to Lu Jiadong's reasons. Lu Jiadong naturally could not tell the truth about Iraq's annexation of Kuwait. If that were the case, he would have to be regarded as a monster, so he said it vaguely.

However, Salah, who was circulating in the Iraqi high-level circle, withstood the pressure and carried out the bidding for air defense missiles, carefully analyzed it in the background, and finally concluded that Salah's actions had touched Saddam's bottom line. Not to mention a baseless black material, even the rumors on the streets could make Salah a kite with broken strings.

Although Lu Jiadong's analysis was incisive, Musharraf still didn't believe it. However, due to Lu Jiadong's previous magical record of predicting things, and also in order to win the bid for the "Falcon" air defense missile system, hence making more dollars, Musharraf still agreed and handed the material to Saddam overnight.

What happened next was as Lu Jiadong expected. After receiving the materials, Saddam did not verify them at all. He directly determined Salah and took it down after the bid. While prompting the successful bid of China, he also completely kicked away the last blocking stone that blocked Saddam's chariot.........

With such a result, Musharraf was shocked and his admiration for Lu Jiadong became several times worse. You should know that Saddam's thoughts were extremely difficult to guess. Even his close wife and children could not grasp his ideas. However, Lu Jiadong only combined the two incidents circulating outside the world and concluded the whole story. Such judgment ability can only be described as amazing.

It is also because of this that when Lu Jiadong hoped that he would visit Saddam again and discuss another arms deal, Musharraf nodded and agreed without saying a word. It should be noted that this time, the total value of four battalions of "Falcon" air defense missile systems was sold to Iraq, with a total value of nearly US$3 billion.

This time, Musharraf is going to discuss aviation equipment that is much more technical and profitable than air defense missile systems, because just a few days ago, Lu Jiadong and him determined a new military-industry cooperation plan:

Jointly develop a new generation of multi-functional fighter jets!

"I have read your plan. As you said, General, our Arab world's defense autonomy must be strengthened, and because of this, I am very interested in your plan."

"Thank you for your support for our combat aircraft program. We will consider the feasibility of your factory building production. Of course, it depends on the share you can bear..."

"Please rest assured that we will bear at least 20% of the shares. Of course, we must also participate in the entire process in terms of technical research and development!"

"Of course, China is still very open to this point!"

"That's good, oh, by the way, the description of the prototype in the plan you gave is a bit vague. Can you introduce it to me?"

"No problem, the benchmark model for the development of the fighter jet this time is China's J-8 ⅱ. The preliminary plan is to carry out major surgery on the J-8 ⅱ based on the improved technology of the US 'Pearl of Peace' to create a multi-purpose fighter that adapts to modern warfare............."

Musharraf talked with the plan and instantly transformed from a general into a technical tour guide, speaking eloquently and making witty comments. For the basic investment of billions of dollars, Musharraf had already put down everything and could do whatever he wanted, but just as Musharraf talked endlessly about the joint fighter plan to Saddam,

Located in the Hilton Hotel in Tigris River, a well-dressed Chinese young man sat in a corner of the cafe and was drinking coffee leisurely. Just as the Cappuccino in the cup was about to bottom, a cold man with a low-tall but strong figure came not far away. Seeing this, the young man hurriedly got up and greeted politely with a warm smile:
Chapter completed!