America's Big Hero Chapter 372

"Oh, hemp cake!"

"Fake!"

"Shit!"

"O God!

"Salem Ould Laisa stood up, staring at the TV, his eyes almost fell, he died?!

Can't believe it!

Hassan, who launched the Green March and plunged Cisa into a war that killed hundreds of thousands and displaced hundreds of thousands?

Through the TV screen, Salaimu watched Hassan being blasted away with his own eyes. In this case, it is very difficult to live.

The biggest enemy of the Western Sagittarius, Hassan II, disappeared so suddenly. Salimu was surprised, stunned, happy, and dazed... Under the impact of all kinds of emotions, the whole person was stunned in place. .

Sean also cursed in 'shocked', only to see Saraimu stunned in place, so he sat back again.

For a long time, the TV screen was in chaos, and the rostrum was surrounded by layers, and no one could see what was going on.

The reporters who were usually crazy on weekdays didn't dare to move now. They all stood there honestly. The one who just executed the assassination was a "peer".

Soon, the broadcast screen was forcibly cut off, and there was a snowflake on the TV.

It wasn't until this moment that Saraimu reacted, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, and finally he waved his hand vigorously, and the pleasure went straight to the head from the soles of his feet. Damn, the biggest enemy is dead, Morocco is bound to fall into a long-term civil strife. Here's your chance to cast a crowd!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sean, it seems that I'm going back right away. I don't have time to sign today." Salimu turned to look at Sean.

"Okay, I understand your mood, and I also wish the people of Western Sahara, bring back the list and fill it out for me as soon as possible." Sean pointed to the TV screen, and then said solemnly: "I don't know how you Arranged, but, this method is not glorious!

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"It seems that I have to guard against those reporters in the future!"

"I don't want to be killed by a grenade myself."

"Oh, no, it's not us!" Saraimu waved his hands quickly, "I don't know at all, how is it possible, absolutely impossible."

"Although I can't tell which ethnic group it is, but..." Sean didn't continue, just stared at Saraimu for a moment.

"No, no, no." Saraimu was a little anxious, and seemed to be at a loss for words.

He heard the words he shouted before he died at the moment, and the accent was indeed from a Western Sagittarius. Now he is not sure whether it was arranged by other heads of the human formation.

No one thought that the reporter was spontaneous, joking, with a grenade launcher in the camera, which is not something anyone can do.

Of course, it's not too difficult.

Mainly a brainstorming question.

But as a government, it is best not to do such a thing, it will be attacked by the international community.

Today you can use it on the king of Morocco, tomorrow who knows if you will use it on the leaders of other countries!

"I don't know how to express it, but I really don't know. Well, Mr. Sean, I think I have to leave immediately. There must be a lot of people looking for me now, and I have to deal with this matter." Salem Hurriedly shook hands with Sean, turned and left.

The person disappeared into the room, and a smile appeared on Sean's face, tsk tsk, what is a thief calling to catch a thief.JPG

Cool!

Rabat, in a commercial car not far from the conference site, one person broke the remote control, unscrewed the water glass next to it, and threw it in. The bottle contained low-concentration sulfuric acid. What evidence is there? gone.

Putting the sulfuric acid bottle aside, he glanced at the small TV in the car. The picture was the scene of the press conference next to it.

With its own monitoring, this task is simply too simple!

Reached out to turn off the TV, started the car, and quickly disappeared into the traffic.

As soon as we left here, we were surrounded by 300 meters around the press conference site.

Hassan II was pulled away by ambulance.

People are different.

Ordinary people die when they die, but for noble people, they have to go through the process of cardiac arrest, breathing arrest and brain death.

But in any case, the chaos in Morocco is certain.

The Royal Hospital was surrounded by reporters and broadcast vehicles. The leader of a country was assassinated in front of the live broadcast camera. Although Morocco was a bit rotten, it was a country the size of it!

Of course, this must not catch up with Le Di's brain hole, but the news has spread all over the world.

But none of this has anything to do with Sean, New Century Media just reported it.

Hassan II's death has nothing to do with me Sean!

I have never seen him before, let alone set foot on Morocco, and there is no conflict of interest!

Lying on the sofa in the villa, Sean watched TV leisurely, Lorraine wiggled his **** and came over, "Phone."

"Who?"

"Mr. Weinberg."

Sean stretched out his hand and pinched Lorraine's little butt, in exchange for Lorraine's kick, gouged out a look at Sean, and Lorraine twisted away.

(During the crackdown some time ago, Lorraine did not dare to appear...)

"Hi, Mr. Weinberg, good afternoon." Sean said lightly.

"Where are you?" Weinberg asked in a low voice.

"An afternoon in the Atlantic Ocean, Canary Islands, Spain."

"Did you do it?" Weinberg asked directly.

"Ah, what did I do?" Sean was stunned for a moment, just right, and then asked in a strange tone: "No, wait a minute, you're not talking about the assassination of Hassan II before, right?"

Weinberg did not speak.

"What a joke, I haven't set foot on Morocco. Besides, what am I doing to kill him!" Sean replied with some humor.

"Huh..." Weinberg on the other end let out a heavy sigh of relief, "It's not good, Hassan II's policy tendencies in recent years are very in line with the interests of the United States, but now... forget it."

"Ha, I think your worry is superfluous." Sean chuckled: "The fundamental reason for Hassan's change in attitude is that the United States is strong enough and has nothing to do with others. Unless his successor is Ka Dazuo A lunatic from the military, otherwise the overall national policy will not change."

"Hehe, you're right." Weinberg smiled and stopped talking about this topic. He is a political figure, and his greatest weapon is political acumen and political influence.

All along, the literati hated the most **** reckless warriors. No matter Chinese or foreign, when they were unreasonable, their mouths could not be as good as a knife.

Therefore, politicians hate assassination the most!

Even hostile politicians, once they are assassinated, they will be jealous. Of course, this jealousy will be buried in the bottom of their hearts, and they will only secretly take revenge when they have the opportunity!

"How's it going on your side?" Weinberg changed the subject.

"It's not bad. I have collected all kinds of information. Now there are various forces in Morocco's domestic phosphate mine opening. If I want to intervene, I have to drive those people away. This is not easy. Let's go." Sean explained his plan and asked Weinberg to help fill the loophole.

"Are you going to attack the Moroccans?" Weinberg asked.

"Yes, only the victors have the conditions to make demands, don't they?"

"Yes, there is a good opportunity now. In order to stabilize the domestic situation as soon as possible, the new ruler of Morocco will definitely give in. It's just that you need to find enough reasons, and you'd better make a high-profile donation, help the poor, etc., and don't let the people just remember that you killed you. how many of them."

"Okay, I took note."

"Also, you have to be prepared to deal with inquiries from the domestic parliament. After all, the United States is more supportive of Morocco at a large level."

"Then I should support Cesar all the more. This is the shackle around Moroccans' necks. With it, Morocco will be more obedient." Sean said with a smile.

"It makes sense. It seems that you have made up your mind. I wish you good luck."

"thanks."

On the other end, Weinberg hung up the phone and did it silently for a long time before a smile appeared on his face. He didn't want Sean to do it. This method was simple and crude, and the results were remarkable. He was afraid that Sean would become addicted.

It doesn't matter in Africa, but once you get used to it, something will happen sooner or later.

On the other hand, Sean put down the phone and shrugged. These politicians can only cooperate, not communicate.

"Hetui!" Lorraine came over, picked up the phone, spat, turned and left.

Sean looked so happy.

Morocco is all fried at the moment, even though Hassan was sent to the hospital, but no one thinks he can still live.

He was hit by a grenade from the front. Although there was a rostrum, half of the people were rotten. Now it's just a formality.

Even if you open your mind, you have to toss it hard.

After all, the identity is here.

Hassan's five sons and daughters all came and waited outside the operating room. The Prime Minister of Morocco led the entire team to try their best to keep the government running.

Undercurrent is turbulent!

Morocco is a constitutional monarchy. The king is the head of state, religious leader and the supreme commander of the armed forces. The prime minister is only the head of the government and has no military power.

At present, it is not only Hassan's children who have the right of inheritance. Muhammad V has two sons, that is, Hassan and a younger brother, and now Hassan's eldest son, Muhammad VI, is only 24 years old.

Of course, Mohammed VI has his own advantages. In 1975, he was established as the crown prince. In 1985, he served as the coordinator of various bureaus and divisions of the General Staff of the Royal Moroccan Armed Forces. He has some personalities in the military.

But Hassan's younger brother, Mulai Shidi bin Yusuf, was the Minister of War and held military power.

(PS: Morocco currently has no Ministry of State F, and only has a national defense administrative agency in charge of national defense administrative affairs. The army, navy, and air force all have directors (general, minister level))

According to the normal trajectory, Hassan will pave the way for his son little by little, and step by step in the military, he will become the top military officer before he fails to ensure a smooth succession to the throne, but now...

It's not just Morocco that's messed up, the Western Saharan Front is also very messy.

Salem Ould Raisa hurried back and asked who did it!

He himself felt that the man was from Cesar, and his accent, demeanor, hatred, and motive for murder all pointed to the Cesar Array.

But the scene did not ask to admit!

Sean: Dead duck mouth is hard, don't admit it!

Many people still suspect that Saraimu did it, although it shouldn't be, but the Moroccan army who just fought suffered heavy losses, and now Hassan's death is too time, and the Western Saharan shares rose sharply.

The crowd was very encouraging.

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, Salimu could only grit his teeth and endure it. Now time is running out. Sean explained to him when he left before. Morocco is in a chaotic political situation, and everyone's attention is on the succession of the king. Fang must be highly nervous.

This tension is internal, so this is the best time to expand the results.

Sean said generously that 500,000 mortar shells will be sent over within three days. As for how to use them and how many great results they can achieve, it is up to them.

500,000, but only 650 tons. Sean plans to rent 10 cargo planes from Colombia to transport them. It's just a few more trips. Three days is more than enough.

The war between Cesar and Morocco can be fought at any time without any excuse. Besides, even if Cesar doesn't want to fight, Sean has to force them to fight.

For three days, Sean did not stay on the island, but turned his head and ran to Spain, the Bernabeu, Camp Nou, and ran back and forth, watching the game among tens of thousands of people, cheering and filial piety with the fans.

He was caught by reporters several times in the middle, and Sean also gave an interview, "I'm not a fan of any team, I just like football, and the feeling of tens of thousands of people cheering together, I'm a person who likes liveliness. ."

He won't get involved in the Catalan issue. In his bones, Sean doesn't like Barcelona. Of course, this doesn't delay him from watching football.

Everyone knows that Sean is the boss of the world's largest private military group. The reporter couldn't help but ask the question about the assassination of Hassan in Morocco at this time. Sean replied: "Well, my knowledge of Morocco is limited to the phosphate mine here. I don't know much about the rest of the world. I don't know much about the assassination of King Hassan. I read a lot of relevant reports, but I can only say that this was a disaster, and this disaster has never been a disaster. The green march has begun, and it is unknown when it will end."

The eyes of a group of reporters suddenly lit up. Big news. There may be very few public figures in Europe who look at issues from this angle. They either do not express their views, or support Morocco and condemn Cesar.

"So, Mr. Sean supports Cesar to carry out this kind of assassination?"

"No no no, your words are inaccurate, this is war, do you understand war!" Sean tapped the reporter's chest with his hand, "In war, in front of bullets and artillery, life is equal, it There will be no preferential treatment because of your status, if you are shot, you will be injured and you will die."

"War should be decided on the battlefield, not by vile assassinations!" a reporter shouted with a blushing neck and a thick neck.

"Huh!" Sean turned his head and looked over, the corners of his mouth hung slightly, "Obviously, the king will not go to the front, so, do you mean that war is a way to release the infinite desire of the superior by the sacrifice of ordinary people? Only ordinary people can die, and the high-ranking people just need to play chess, drink coffee, glance at the number of casualties reported, and then move on to the next order."

After Sean's remarks, the reporter's eyes almost popped out. There were so many celebrities and public figures interviewed. He was the first to have such a sharp tongue, and it hurt like a needle stick.

"We have been calling for equality, since thousands of years ago, in the presence of God, and you still ignore the life and death and tragic fate of ordinary people in war. It can be seen that you must be a supporter of class theory and opposed to equality for all. You are the running dog of those guys who are high above the common people, barking for them, disgusting deworming, people should recognize your real face, you will definitely be spurned by everyone."

The reporter's face flushed, and he didn't dare to answer a word. What he said now was wrong. Not only did the colleagues around him not help, but they consciously spread out a space and patted him.

Reporter: What, a bunch of scumbags, reporters are not particularly good people!

But he didn't want to let him turn around and run away. Sean is such a big gunner here, news is indispensable, and he is happy to be scolded.

"Mr. Sean, yesterday the Western Saharan Front again launched a large-scale attack on the Moroccan army Shadi. The Moroccan army suffered heavy casualties. What's your opinion on this?"

"The form of war is always changing. There is no tactic that can be tried and tested. Shadi is just the Maginot line of defense in my eyes. It has played a great role in the past, but it will be cracked sooner or later. , it can only be said that the Xisa people have found the correct way to deal with it.”

Seeing Sean finish speaking, another reporter immediately asked loudly, "Mr. Sean, during the Western-Saharan War, which country did you support?"

"Of course it's Cesar. In the end, if Hassan didn't engage in the Green March, there would be nothing behind it."

"As we all know, we know that the United States supports Cesar. Is it okay for Mr. Sean to say so?"

"The United States is a free country. Americans have never been banned from having their own ideas. Every American has the right to fully express their ideas. The president will not cover anyone's mouth."

"Mr Sean, did you come to Spain just to watch football, or did you have other business purposes?"

Finally, a reporter asked a key question, and Sean smiled slightly, "I also think it's purely for watching football, but obviously I don't have that freedom. The rich look good, but they are often empty airs. Every day, tens of thousands of We need to take care of people eating, drinking, and Lazard, and what really falls into our mouths can have a few bites."

"Every day, the fixed expenses of the company under my name are more than 3 million US dollars. If I don't make money for a year, then I will go bankrupt!"

"The purpose of my visit this time is also to mine phosphate mines."

When the reporters heard this, their eyes flashed, "Mr. Sean, are you going to Morocco or Xisa to mine?"

Sean laughed and nodded with his hand, "Guess!"

A group of reporters burst into laughter, no wonder Sean supports Cesar, good guy!

Of course Sean supports Cesar and makes money from Cesar, of course he supports Cesar!

Xi Sa people are not stupid. It is not like saying a few half-baked Chinese to get past the lake. They can't do things like eating with a bowl and scolding mother when they put it down.

I kill more people, I am fierce and vicious, but I am still a good person!

No matter what the reporter asks, Sean ignores it. He has made it clear what he should say and what he should express!

Back in Canary again, Salimu had arrived, and a list of supplies was handed over to Sean, "Help me take a look and give me some advice."

Not to mention living necessities and medicines, we need a lot of mortars and ammunition for weapons, millions of rounds and 100 million yuan.

From the point of view of the Western Sahara, this is a desert area after all, and it is unrealistic to build large-scale permanent reinforced concrete fortifications. Heavy artillery, tanks, and planes are not practical at all. Mortars are better.

Especially yesterday, they cooperated with the Toyota pickup given by Sean and some of their own messy vehicles to have another big attack.

The 2,200-kilometer defense line launched an attack at the same time, my good fellow, even if the Moroccan army has been reinforced once and has more than 60,000 troops, the defense line is too long, just like sprinkled sesame salt, only 27 people per kilometer...

The tactics of the defensive side were extremely passive, and it was clear where each stronghold was.

The number of people dispatched in this attack was several times larger. Even if the Moroccan army was already prepared to be attacked, the effect was remarkable, causing more than 3,500 casualties.

Most of these came from the first wave of attacks.

Sean looked at the list and only made one comment, "Buy some fast fishing boats and speedboats, plus supporting weapons, fishing can supplement some funds and materials, and speedboats..."

Sean pointed to the long coastline from Monaco to Cesar on the map, "I mentioned the Maginot Line in an interview before, I believe you must know how the Germans did it."

"Since the Moroccans want to stretch the front, then you can cooperate with them and see how long they can stretch."

"The islands near the Canary Islands are densely populated and sparsely populated. It is a good hiding place and a window for external communication and transactions."

Salimu nodded silently. It's not that he didn't know, but he had no money and no chance. After the outbreak of the Western-Saharan War, land warfare has always been the main focus. Money has been invested in this, and there is no chance to develop the sea at all. strength.

Everyone knows the importance of sea power, but the stuff is too expensive, and Morocco's sea power is not weak, at least not weak in Africa, with more than 20 large and small ships.

But the situation is different now. At least in a short period of time, there is a group of speedboats as sea wolves, which can make Morocco's coastal economic belt sleepless!

Sean pointed a little and then stopped talking. Cisa couldn't deal with Morocco, but Sean's way of cleaning up a Morocco is that the premise depends on whether his own strength is strong enough.

After taking out the contract that had been prepared for a long time and signing it, Sean opened a bottle of wine and clinked glasses with Saraimu, "Things will arrive one after another, don't worry."

After sending Salimu away, Sean asked again where his battleship was.

In the previous YL incident, after a frigate was sunk, Sean placed an order for two Keeling-class warships again, and planned to replace the other frigate.

Now, after the warship was overhauled and refitted, Sean ordered it to be transferred to West Africa and used first.

Two days later, a Keeling-class guided-missile destroyer headed towards Laayoune, the nominal capital of the Western Saharan Democratic Republic.

Laayoune, a small town on the northwest corner of Western Sahara, originally had a population of about 60,000. A hundred kilometers away is the Bukra phosphate mining area.

At present, there are about 150,000 people in Laayoune, most of them are Moroccan immigrants, and they are the first batch of green troops.

Laayoune port exports a large amount of phosphate concentrate ore, and there are many large cargo merchant ships. In theory, it is not unusual for a ship with a displacement of more than 2,000 tons.

But a battleship is a battleship. Its slender body, with distinct edges and corners, is full of power, the tall radar tower indicates what technology is, the hideous gun barrel, and the row of rocket launchers are even more impressive. shudder!

A big killer, far exceeding the super strength of the entire Monaco navy.

The Keelin-class battleship did not wait for the guidance of the port at all, so it went straight in toward the pier, and the merchant ships on both sides hurriedly avoided it without saying a word.

What a joke, everyone on the merchant ship saw the flags fluttering on the Keeling-class warships, not to mention the American flag. The key is that there is a special flag, which represents the name of a fierce and mighty 'protective umbrella' at sea!

They are all running boats. Who doesn't know the umbrella, and who dares to stop them!

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Suddenly, a guided missile destroyer appeared in the port, and the Laayoun official blew up.

It's just that before the official side can react, Sean has already disembarked from the battleship with dozens of American soldiers with live ammunition.

Yes, wearing a tactical helmet, loaded with live ammunition, M16 hanging on his chest, and a grenade on his waist, he walked vigilantly in Sean's position and walked straight outside.

This stance would definitely frighten a lot of people in other places, but in Africa...it's normal.

Outside, there were already more than a dozen jeeps waiting here.

As soon as the people on the government side came to the port, they received the news that Sean was going to the mine, and hurriedly turned around and chased after him.

The Bukla Mine is the lifeblood of the entire Laayoune, and no one can afford it if something goes wrong.

Besides, the official knows that Sean has no business here, and this aggressive...

Chapter end