"We will deliver the first batch of weapons and equipment as soon as possible!"

"I, myself and the intrepid Iraqi army, are looking forward to the performance of your new tank!"

"If nothing else, you won't be disappointed!"

"I hope so!"

"Then I wish us a happy cooperation!"

"Happy working together!"

It was already more than nine o'clock in the night, but at the entrance of the King's Hotel, which is located in the center of Riyadh, the capital of Saudi Arabia, and is dedicated to the royal family and dignitaries of various countries, Iraqi Prime Minister Aziz, wearing traditional Arab robes, and Musharraf, commander-in-chief of Pakistan's Southern Military Region, are still talking in detail and reluctantly, just like old friends who have not seen each other for many years, they have endless words to each other, until they separate, they all hug each other and give each other the most sincere kiss ceremony.

But when the black Mercedes-Benz car carrying Musharraf gradually disappeared into the reckless night, Aziz, who was sincere and friendly just now, suddenly changed his expression, flashed a playful and treacherous smile, and then glanced coldly at the direction in which Musharraf disappeared and turned around and walked into the hall, and then followed the elevator back to the presidential suite where he lived.

As soon as he pushed the door, the leisurely pandan qi penetrated between Aziz's snorts uncontrollably, making Aziz's heart ripple, and he waved his hand to let the attendants who followed him retreat, and his face immediately showed a salivating greedy look:

"My little angel, what magic has you cast today, it really fascinates me, Sophie Lorraine, I have really been completely conquered by you. Where are you? I'm coming."

As he spoke, Aziz walked to the bathroom door, pushed the door in, and pulled it gently. He pulled a French beauty who had just come out of the bath into his arms, and then lifted the beauty with both hands to pick it up on the spot, and came to the wide sofa in a few steps, and was about to kill the Quartet.

Sophie Lorraine, who was placed on the sofa, was not at all frightened by Aziz's almost rude behavior, but with the charming and noble smile unique to French beauties, she gently supported the invading Aziz with her hand. Raising his head, he erected his slender and white neck, and gently reminded Aziz:

"Mr. Aziz. You haven't done your evening class today, aren't you afraid of heaven's punishment?"

"Aren't you sent by Heaven to punish me?" Aziz didn't stop, but then Sophie Lorraine's eyebrows flickered, and two grim colds flashed in her charming eyes. The tone also changed from soft just now to slightly cold:

"I'm not talking about ****** evening classes. It's your own evening class."

"This"

Sophie Lorraine's words were like ice water poured down in the cold winter, Rao was Aziz was burned with lust, and he was also provoked to shiver, until then he realized that Sophie Lorraine in front of him was not only a French beauty with a noble temperament, but also an unfathomable femme fatale. It made Aziz, who had palpitations, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat:

"I've done it according to Daddy's instructions. General Musharraf of Pakistan promised that the arms would be shipped from China in the name of UAE arms within two days, and it was estimated that they would arrive at the port of Basra in two weeks!"

"Why is it only Musharraf? what about the young Chinese?" asked Sophie Lorraine, confused.

"He didn't come today, it was enough to say that he was the plenipotentiary of Musharraf!"

"Honey, do you think that's a reason too?"

"You can choose not to believe it, but I'm telling the truth!" Aziz was already a little impatient, but Sophie Lorraine didn't care, and a beautiful smile appeared on her delicate face:

"Really, dear, you're angry again!"

Sophie Lorraine's voice was very soft, but the inadvertent coldness made the whole room as cold as an ice cellar:

"It's just that if two hours later, President Saddam Hussein saw those wonderful stills, and I don't know what would happen? Do you think it will swallow your anger, or will it rain and thunder?"

"You"

Aziz stood up from the sofa as if someone had torn open an unhealed scar, but when he saw Sophie Lorraine in front of him still throwing a charming but slightly sarcastic smile at him without fear, Aziz's anger disappeared in an instant.

Leaned back, sat down on the sofa dejectedly, the pounding heart was flooded with irrepressible pain, if there was really a "regret medicine" in this world, Aziz would immediately take out all his net worth, even if it was to reduce his life span by ten or twenty years, as long as he could go back to half a month ago

Aziz can be said to be the hardcore confidant of the current Iraqi President Saddam Hussein, otherwise he would not have been able to rise to prominence within a few years, and he served as Iraq's deputy prime minister in his early 40s, and can be called an important figure in the inner circle of the entire Iraqi country.

But in private, Aziz is extravagant and regards wealth as his life, not only that, but he also has a hobby that is difficult for others to achieve, that is, his dedication to beautiful women, with his undisputed power in Iraq, as long as the Iraqi woman he fancies, he can't escape the palm of his hand, but over time, this kind of unfulfilled conquest made him gradually lose interest.

Just when he was looking for a new stimulation point, Saddam's mistress Shakra came into his sight, as the so-called "wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a ticket, and a ticket is not as good as stealing", not to mention that Aziz stole not someone else, but Saddam's woman, and the pleasure is simply refreshing to the bone marrow.

However, Aziz also knows the danger of this, so the place where he meets Shakra will be in Europe, where Saddam's eyes cannot penetrate, for this reason. He also deliberately won the right to purchase weapons and equipment, in order to be able to go abroad frequently to meet his concubine~~.

But he never expected that his frequent trips to Europe did not make Saddam suspicious. But it attracted the attention of another person, so Sophie Lorraine appeared in front of Aziz's eyes, in the face of such a noble and beautiful French beauty, the merry Aziz naturally couldn't resist, and the two fought hotly as soon as they came and went.

Until one day half a month ago, an old French man who called himself "Daddy" suddenly appeared in his secret mansion in Brussels. Aziz fell into an abyss from which he could not extricate himself, because the old Frenchman not only showed him a large number of photos of his passionate ~~~ love affair with Shakra, but also the image of his beloved ~~~ daughter who was fascinated by Saddam.

See these. Aziz is like a thunderbolt, he knows about Shakra, but he doesn't remember anything about Saddam's daughter, only that he was going to be happy with Sophie Lorraine that day. But after a few glasses of wine, Aziz finally realized that Sophie Lorraine was not just drinking wine. And she is not a French gold worshipper for money

Although Aziz understood all this, it was already too late, and if these photos and video materials were put on Saddam's table, it was estimated that his life would be doomed, and under the trap of rats, Aziz had to bow his head to the French "father" and accept any conditions unconditionally

"The young Chinese man named Lu Jiadong had an impromptu affair and didn't stay at Prince Khalid's estate for long. "In desperation, Aziz could only tell everything he knew:

Later, I heard from Saudi sources that it seemed that the Chinese office in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, was preparing to be unveiled. There was a lack of an Arabic translator, so I called this Lu Jiadong to act as a translator temporarily!"

"Oh, I see!" Sophie Lorraine nodded slightly, but Aziz wrinkled her thick eyebrows a few times and asked puzzledly:

"I don't understand, your 'father' worked hard to deal with a little translator, you know, when I sat with him, how strong the sense of humiliation in my heart was, I really don't know how you value such an inconspicuous little person!"

"'Daddy' has his own reasons!" Sophie Lorraine said lightly, and then her beautiful eyes turned and she looked at Aziz with a smile:

"Besides, compared to the benefits you get, it's worth it for you to deal with this little person!"

"That's that"

Listening to Sophie Lorraine's words, Aziz's originally sad face suddenly showed a hearty smile, you must know that since the second half of this year, the situation on the battlefield between Iran and Iraq has reversed, Iran has turned from defense to offense, and Iraq has been defeated and retreated, but since getting to know "Daddy",

Not only is a steady stream of high-performance weapons and equipment replenished to the front line, but also a large number of military personnel under the banner of volunteers have entered the Iraqi army as advisers, directly commanding the counterattack against Iran, thus completely disintegrating the Iranian offensive, and the introduction of these foreign aid has naturally raised Aziz's status in Iraq, and this has indirectly triggered his long-hidden ambitions:

"It's just that there is still one military merit left, as long as there are a few victories in hand, I believe that the president is not impossible to sit down."

"Of course, 'Daddy' admires you very much, and when you return home, it's no problem to serve as a theater commander, but"

"China's equipment and technicians will all be transferred to my theater of operations, hum when the time comes"

"Then I'll wish you a successful start"

"Let me win on you first!" Seeing Sophie Lorraine's seductive expression, Aziz, who had a brain on the sperm, couldn't hold back any longer, and pounced at once

A few days later, a 5,000-ton freighter carrying the flag of the United Arab Emirates slowly sailed in the vast Arabian Sea, and the expected docking telegram had been sent to the real destination country - Iraq, and at the same time, another secret telegram was also rushed from Baghdad to the mansion on the outskirts of Paris.

"The bait has been baited" (To be continued.) )

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