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Prince Mohammed is not only the son of King Salman, but also the current Deputy Crown Prince, the Minister of Defence, and the Chairman of the Economic and Development Affairs Committee.

After the attack on the military city of King Fahd, Mohammed returned to Riyadh on a special plane.

It has been three days since the investigation has made no progress except for Yemen's Houthi rebels claiming responsibility for the attack, and the identity of the attackers has not even been clarified.

Muhammad was very angry.

Under his orders, hundreds of officers, from the commander down, Major General Suleiman, have been taken into custody and are awaiting a military trial.

If it weren't for the sake of face, Muhammad would have ordered them to be executed.

The point is not how many special forces were killed, but how the military vehicle loaded with explosives broke through the barricades and rushed into the fortress.

Was the attack too sudden, or was it not well equipped enough?

After reading the report in his hand, Mohammed raised his head and looked at Colonel Saleh, who was standing in front of him.

The report is not much, only five pages, and refers to objective findings.

Colonel Saleh is trusted by Mohammed because he is an orthodox military man who is extremely rare in Saudi Arabia and never talks about politics.

Perhaps, it has something to do with the years he spent in Pakistan.

"What's your suggestion?" Muhammad broke the silence.

"Although we were not well prepared and were not able to adopt the correct tactics at the time of the incident, it was also directly related to the performance of the weapons."

Muhammad nodded slightly, and let Saleh continue.

"If the weapons in the hands of the officers and soldiers had pierced the steel plates of the military vehicle and killed the terrorists driving the vehicle, the explosion might not have happened."

"There is such a rifle?"

"Now no, at least as far as I know, there is no rifle capable of penetrating ten-millimeter-thick bulletproof steel plates."

"So, what's the use of saying that?"

Saleh hesitated a little and said: "Yesterday, Musharraf came to me and mentioned that he could provide one such rifle. ”

"Which Musharraf?"

"His Highness also knows him. He trained in the United States more than a decade ago when he ......"

Muhammad pressed his hand and said: "Where is he?" ”

"Just outside, waiting for His Highness to summon you."

"What are you waiting for, invite him in."

Saleh did not dare to be verbose, and immediately went to call Musharraf in.

"Mura!"

"Your Highness!" Musharraf was polite and, after meeting, first greeted Prince Mohammed, as is customary.

"I didn't expect it to be you. It's been more than a decade, and you're still the same. ”

"Twelve years."

Muhammad was very enthusiastic and took Musharraf's hand and sat down.

It's not pretending, it's really happy.

In a sense, Musharraf was Prince Mohammed's teacher of enlightenment.

Twelve years ago, Muhammad was a tyrant prince who didn't know anything, lacking nothing but money, and even had no ideals or goals.

There is nothing surprising that the five thousand princes of Saudi Arabia, mostly so.

The reason is simple: the probability of Muhammad sitting on the throne is infinitely close to zero.

According to Saudi tradition, even at that time, his father, now King Salman, was already the crown prince, and after ascending the throne, it was not he who sat in the position of crown prince, but one of his uncles, and then many cousins, and it was his turn after a circle.

Theoretically, he would not have until he was about seventy years old to get the chance to become the crown prince.

For a prince with more than a billion dollars in bank accounts and millions of dollars in pocket money every month, who would think about what happens after the age of seventy?

At this time, Muhammad met Musharraf.

Although they were a few years apart, the two soon became inseparable friends.

Musharraf's experience in the rank-and-file army, as well as his participation in covert operations in the special forces, was an eye-opener for Muhammad, even if it was spoken.

It was with Musharraf that Muhammad found his ideal in life.

After that, Musharraf returned to China and joined Pakistan's Inter-Services Intelligence Service, and Mohammed also returned to Saudi Arabia and began to work towards becoming a core member of the royal family.

After 12 years of separation, both of them have changed a lot.

However, Muhammad never forgot that priceless friendship.

While the prince was greeting Musharraf, Saleh withdrew in good spirits.

"Listen to Saleh, you are also paying attention to what happened three days ago?"

"Your Highness, this is my current status." Musharraf handed over a business card.

When he took it, Muhammad's brows were locked.

It's not D&F, it's the business card of the security company, Angu Private Defence and Security Company, and Musharraf is the chief executive.

"I've watched the video on the Internet and think I can give His Highness some help, so I found Saleh."

"Next time, just contact me directly." Muhammad wrote a mobile phone number on the business card and handed it to Musharraf.

It was his private phone number, and all the people who knew it were cronies.

"Saleh said, you have a new rifle?"

Without further ado, Musharraf took out his smartphone, called up the video stored inside, and handed it to Prince Mohammed.

This video is from Zhao Yu.

Before Musharraf's departure, Zhao Yu replaced the bolt, ammunition feeder, barrel and magazine of an SCAR-H rifle to fire 6.6mm rounds.

Of course, dozens of rounds were also handmade.

The video is a video of the test, or a demonstration of the powerful armor-piercing performance of the 6.6 mm bullet.

It's not very long, just half a minute before and after.

The twenty rounds of a magazine all pierced through the fifteen-millimeter-thick steel plate, and the model behind the steel plate, a piece of bone-in beef, was shattered.

Obviously, this power goes without saying.

"You're here to sell weapons?"

"To tell you the truth, Your Highness, I have a cooperative relationship with D&F Company, and I use weapons produced by this company, and this new rifle ......"

"What company?"

"Defense and Fight, based in Edinburgh, Scotland, formerly known as ......"

"I haven't heard of it, but I believe you." Muhammad smiled faintly and said, "Of course, you came at the right time. ”

Musharraf smiled reluctantly, dealing with Saudi Arabia's No. 3 man is obviously not an easy task.

"According to the investigative report submitted by Saleh, there are really big problems with the equipment of the special forces. Although the special forces are under my direct command, when it comes to the use of procurement funds, they must go through the normal procurement process. Wait until the investigation is over, and the Ministry of Defense will issue a request for proposals. ”

"Your Highness......"

"You're an old friend of mine, so I'm giving you special treatment and not having to go through all that red tape and let that company directly participate in the bidding."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"Of course, there is a prerequisite."

Musharraf was slightly stunned, and looked at the prince incomprehensibly.

"You have to be a shareholder in that company, and a majority shareholder with a voice, because I only trust you and no one else."

Musharraf secretly breathed a sigh of relief and agreed.

In fact, Musharraf was originally a shareholder of D&F, and his stake ranked fifth, which can be regarded as a major shareholder with the right to speak.