America’s Big Hero

"Oh, mochi!"

"Fack!"

"Shit!"

"Allah!!" Salem Ould Raisa stood up abruptly, staring at the TV, his eyeballs almost fell out, dead? !

I can't believe it!

Hassan, who launched the Green March and plunged Xisar into a war, resulting in the death of hundreds of thousands of people and the displacement of hundreds of thousands of people, is dead?

Through the TV screen, Salemu watched Hassan being blown away with his own eyes. Under such circumstances, it was very difficult to live.

Hassan II, the greatest enemy of the Western Sahara, disappeared so abruptly. Salem was suddenly surprised, stunned, happy, and at a loss...Under the impact of various emotions, the whole person was stunned. land.

Sean also yelled in 'shock', but seeing Salem stunned, he sat back down again.

After a while, the TV screen was in chaos, and the podium was surrounded by layers, so no one could see what happened to the people.

The usually crazy reporters didn't dare to move now, they all stood obediently where they were, the one who just assassinated was a 'colleague', now they are all suspicious, for fear of being suddenly attacked.

Soon, the broadcast screen was forcibly cut off, and the TV was covered with snowflakes.

It was only at this moment that Salem realized that the corners of his mouth slowly raised, and finally he waved his hand violently. The pleasure rushed from the soles of his feet to his head. Damn, the biggest enemy is dead, and Morocco is bound to fall into long-term civil strife. Here's the chance to spread the crowd!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sean, it seems that I have to go back immediately, and I don't have time to sign a contract today." Salem turned to look at Sean.

"Okay, I understand your feelings, and I wish the people of Xisa, take the list back 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!!"

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

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

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

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

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

He heard the words that he shouted before dying at this moment, and the accent was indeed Xisa, and he himself was not sure if it was arranged by other leaders of the PFD.

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

Of course, it's not too difficult.

Mainly a brain question.

But as a government, it is best not to do this kind of thing, it will be criticized by the international society.

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

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

When the person disappeared into the room, a smile appeared on Sean's face, tsk tsk, what is a thief called catch a thief.JPG

Cool!

...

In Rabat, in a commercial vehicle not far from the press conference, a 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? All gone.

Putting the bottle of sulfuric acid aside, he glanced at the small TV in the car, and the screen was right next to the press conference.

With built-in monitoring, this task is simply too simple!

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

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

...

Hassan II was taken away by ambulance.

People are different.

Ordinary people die at the last breath, but for noble people, they have to go through the process of cardiac arrest, respiratory arrest and brain death.

But in any case, chaos in Morocco is certain.

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

Of course, this must not catch up with Ledi's imagination, but the news has spread all over the world.

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

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

I have never met him, let alone set foot on the land of Morocco, and there is no conflict of interest!

Lying on the sofa in the villa, Sean was leisurely watching TV. Lorraine came over wriggling his buttocks, "Call."

"who?"

"Mr. Weinberg."

Sean stretched out his hand and pinched Lorraine's little butt. In exchange for Lorraine's kick, he gouged Sean's eyes, and Lorraine writhed away.

(Lorraine didn’t dare to play during the crackdown some time ago...)

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

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

"Enjoy an afternoon in the Atlantic Ocean, Canary Islands, Spain."

"Did you do it?" Weinberg asked directly.

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

Weinberg said nothing.

"Are you kidding me? I haven't set foot on the land of Morocco yet. Besides, why would I kill him!" Sean replied with some amusement.

"Huh..." Weinberg heaved a sigh of relief on the other end, "It's fine, 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 it's unnecessary for you to worry." Sean said with a chuckle: "The fundamental reason for Hassan's change of attitude is that the United States is strong enough and has little to do with others. Fang is a lunatic, 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 biggest weapon is political acumen and political influence.

Scholars have always hated warriors and reckless men the most. Regardless of whether they are Chinese or foreign, when they are unreasonable, their mouths are really not enough.

Therefore, politicians hate assassination the most! !

Even if they are hostile politicians, once they are assassinated, they will hate them. Of course, this hatred will be buried in 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 the opening of phosphate mines in Morocco. If I want to get involved, I have to drive those people away. This is not easy. Let's do it." Sean explained his plan and asked Weinberg to help fill in the loophole.

"Are you going to do it to the Moroccans?" Weinberg asked.

"Yes, the winner is only eligible to make a request, isn't it?"

"Yes, the opportunity is good now. In order to stabilize the domestic situation as soon as possible, the new ruler of Morocco will definitely give in. However, you must find enough reasons, and you'd better make high-profile donations, poverty alleviation, etc. afterwards, and don't let the people just remember you killed how many of them have been killed."

"Okay, I made a note."

"In addition, you have to be prepared to respond to inquiries from the domestic parliament. After all, on a large level, the United States supports Morocco more."

"Then I should support Xisar even more. This is the shackles on the necks of Moroccans. With them, Morocco will be more obedient." Sean said with a smile.

"It makes sense. It seems that you have thought about it. Good luck."

"Thanks."

On the other end, Weinberg hung up the phone and did it silently for a while before showing a smile on his face. He didn't want Sean to do it. This kind of simple and crude method had remarkable results, and 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 side, Sean put down the phone and shrugged. These politicians can only cooperate, not talk to each other.

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

Sean was amused watching it.

...

Morocco is in a state of crisis at the moment, and despite Hassan being sent to the hospital, no one thinks he is still alive.

Being hit by a grenade head-on, even though there was a rostrum across, half of the people were rotten, and now it was just a formality.

Even if you are open-minded, you have to make a lot of effort.

After all, identity is here.

Hassan's five sons and daughters all came and waited outside the operating room. The Moroccan Prime Minister led the entire team to maintain the government's operation.

The undercurrent is raging!

Morocco is a constitutional monarchy. The king is the head of state, the 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 to inherit. Muhammad V has two sons, that is, Hassan and a younger brother. Now Hassan's eldest son, Muhammad VI, is only 24 years old.

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

But Hassan's younger brother, Moulay Sidi bin Yusuf, served as Minister of War and held military power.

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

According to the normal trajectory, Hassan will pave the way for his son little by little in the future, step by step in the military, and until he can't do it, he will become the highest officer of the military to ensure a smooth succession, but now...

...

It's not just Morocco that's in a mess, it's also very messy on the Western Sasha side.

Salem Ould Raisa returned in a hurry, and immediately asked who did it!

He himself felt that the man belonged to Xisa, and his accent, demeanor, hatred, and motive for killing all pointed to the Xisa people.

But there was no admission at the scene!

Sean: You're a dead duck with a hard mouth, right? Don't admit it!

Many people still suspect that Salemu did it. Although it shouldn't be, the Moroccan army who just fought before suffered heavy losses. Now that Hassan's death is too timely, Sisar's stock price has soared.

Everyone was very encouraged.

Seeing that he couldn't find anything to ask, Salem could only grit his teeth and endure it. Time is running out now. Sean told him when he left before that Morocco's current political situation is chaotic, and everyone's attention is on the succession of the king. Fang must be highly nervous.

This kind of tension is all internal, so this is the best time to expand the results of the battle.

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

500,000, which is only 650 tons. Sean plans to rent 10 cargo planes from Colombia to transport them over. It’s just a few more trips, and three days is more than enough.

The war between Xisar and Morocco can be fought at any time, and there is no need for any excuses. Besides, even if Xisar does not want to fight, Xiao En has to force them to fight.

...

For three days, Sean did not stay on the island, but turned around and ran to Spain, the Bernabeu, and the Nou Camp.

I was caught several times by reporters, and Sean also accepted the interview openly, "I am not a fan of any team, I just simply like football, I like the feeling of tens of thousands of people cheering together, I am a person who likes to be lively .”

He won't get involved in the Catalonia issue. Deep down, Sean looks down on Barcelona. Of course, this doesn't stop him from enjoying watching football.

We all know that Sean is the boss of the largest private military group in the world. The reporter inevitably asked about the assassination of Hassan in Morocco. Sean replied: "Well, my knowledge of Morocco is limited to the phosphate mines here. Its reserves account for more than 70% of the world, and I really don’t know anything about it. I don’t know much about the assassination of King Hassan. I read a lot of related reports, and I can only say that this is a disaster. The green march begins, and it is unknown when it will end."

The eyes of a group of reporters suddenly lit up, big news, probably few public figures in Europe look at the issue from this angle, they either don’t express their opinions, or they support Morocco and condemn Xisar.

"So, Mr. Xiao En supports Sisar's assassination?"

"No, no, no, your wording is 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 You will not be given any preferential treatment because of your status, if you are shot, you will be injured or die."

"Wars should be decided on the battlefield, not despicable assassinations!" A reporter shouted with a blushing neck.

"Huh!" Sean turned his head and looked over, the corners of his mouth hanging slightly, "Obviously, the king will not go to the front line, so, you mean, war is a way to release the infinite desire of the superior at the sacrifice of ordinary people? ?Only ordinary people can die, while the high-ranking ones only need to play chess, drink coffee, glance at the string of casualties on the report, and then continue to issue the next order."

What Xiao En said, the reporter's eyes almost popped out. There are so many celebrities and public figures interviewed, and this is the first one with such a sharp tongue, which hurts like a needle.

"We have been calling for equality since thousands of years ago, in front of God, but you are still ignoring the life and death and tragic fate of ordinary people in the war. It can be seen that you must support class theory in your bones and oppose equality for everyone. You are the running dog of those guys who put themselves above ordinary people, barking for them, disgusting insect repellent, people should recognize your true face, you will definitely be cast aside by everyone."

The reporter's face turned red, and he didn't dare to answer a word. What he said now is wrong. Instead of helping, the colleagues around him consciously spread out a space and snapped at him.

Reporter: Damn, a bunch of scumbags, reporters are not so good!

But he was not willing to let him turn around and run away. Xiao En is such a big gunner here, news is indispensable, and he is willing to be scolded.

"Mr. Xiao En, the Western Sacramental Front launched another large-scale attack on the Moroccan Shadi yesterday. The Moroccan army suffered heavy casualties. What do you think about this?"

"The form of war is always changing. There is no tactic that can be tried and tested. In my eyes, the sand embankment is just the Maginot Line. It has played a great role in the past, but it will be cracked sooner or later. It is not surprising. , it can only be said that the Xisa people have found the correct way to deal with it.”

Seeing Xiao En finished speaking, another reporter immediately asked loudly: "Mr. Xiao En, which country did you support during the Western Saturn War?"

"Of course it's Xisa. In the final analysis, Hassan didn't make any green marches back then, and there would be nothing to do later."

"As we all know, we know that the United States supports Caesar. Is it okay for Mr. Xiao En to say that?"

"The United States is a free country. Americans have never been forbidden to have 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 do you have other business purposes?"

Finally, a reporter asked a key question, and Sean smiled slightly, "I also think it's just for watching football, but obviously I don't have the freedom. Rich people look good, but they are often empty shelves. We have to take care of people who eat and drink, and we can only have a few bites that actually fall into our mouths."

"The fixed expenses of the company under my name exceed 3 million US dollars every day. 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 eyeballs shone brightly, "Mr. Xiao En, do you want to go to Morocco or Xisar for mining?"

Sean laughed and nodded, "Guess!"

A group of reporters laughed, no wonder Sean supported Cesar, good guy!

Of course Sean supported Caesar, and made money from him, of course he had to support Caesar!

The Xisa people are not stupid, they can't be fooled by speaking a few half-baked Chinese, and they can't do the kind of thing that picks up the bowl to eat and puts down the bowl to scold their mothers.

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

When the reporter asked any more questions, Sean ignored them, and expressed everything that should be said and expressed clearly!

...

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

Not to mention daily necessities and medicines, weapons require a lot of mortars and ammunition, millions of rounds, and 100 million yuan in funds.

From the perspective of the Western Saesars, this is a desert area after all, and it is unrealistic to build large-scale permanent reinforced concrete fortifications. Heavy artillery, tanks, and aircraft are not practical at all, and mortars are better.

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

The 2,200-kilometer defense line launched an attack at the same time. Good guy, even if the Moroccan army has been reinforced once, with a strength of more than 60,000, the defense line is too long. It is like sprinkling sesame salt, with only 27 people per kilometer...

The defensive side's tactics are extremely passive, and the locations of the various strongholds have been explored clearly.

The number of people dispatched in this attack was several times higher. Even though the Morocco army had been mentally prepared for the attack, the effect was remarkable, causing more than 3,500 casualties.

Most of them came from the first wave of attacks.

Sean looked at the list, and only made one suggestion, "Buy some fast fishing boats and speedboats, add supporting weapons, the fishery can replenish some funds and supplies, and speedboats..."

Sean pointed to the long coastline from Monaco to Xisar 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 line, then you should 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."

Salem nodded silently. It's not that he doesn't know. It's just that he has no money and no chance. After the outbreak of the Western Sasar War, land warfare has always been the main focus. All the money has been invested in it, and there is no chance to develop the sea. strength.

Everyone knows the importance of sea power, but it costs too much money, and Morocco's sea power is not weak, at least not 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 are a group of speedboats acting as sea wolves, which can make Morocco's coastal economic belt sleepless!

Sean pointed out a little bit and stopped talking. Sisar can't deal with Morocco, but Sean has a lot of ways to deal with Morocco. The premise still depends on whether his own strength is strong enough.

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

After seeing off Salem, Sean asked where his warship was.

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

Now, after the battleship has been inspected, refitted and launched, Sean ordered it to be transferred to West Africa and used first.

...

Two days later, a Kieling-class guided-missile destroyer headed for Laayoune, the nominal capital of the Democratic Republic of Western Sahara.

Laayoune, a small city in the northwest corner of Western Sahara, originally had a population of about 60,000, and the Bukrah phosphate mining area is 100 kilometers away.

At present, there are about 150,000 people in Laayoune, most of whom are Moroccan immigrants, the first group of green marchers.

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

But a battleship is just a battleship. The slender figure with sharp edges and corners is full of power. The tall radar tower shows what technology is. The ferocious gun barrel and the row of rocket launchers are even more impressive. shudder!

A big killer, far surpassing the super power of the entire Monaco Navy.

The Keeling-class battleship didn't wait for the guidance of the port at all, and just cut straight in towards the pier, and the merchant ships on both sides hurriedly avoided it without saying a word.

What a joke, everyone on the merchant ship has seen the flag flying on the Keeling-class battleship, the American flag is fine, the key is that there is a f*cking flag, which represents a powerful name on the sea, "Umbrella"!

They are all running boats, who doesn't know the umbrella, who dares to block it!

Occupying a berth on a boat, whoever it used to belong to, now it belongs to me!

Suddenly a guided-missile destroyer appeared in the port, and the Laayoune official immediately blew up.

But before the official could react, Sean had already got off the battleship with dozens of American soldiers armed with live ammunition.

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

This posture would definitely frighten many people in other places, but in Africa...it's normal.

Outside, there were already more than a dozen jeeps waiting here, and a group of people got into the car and drove out in a mighty direction, heading towards the Bukla mine.

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

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

Besides, the officials know that Sean has no business here, this menacing...