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Chapter 365 The thief shouts to catch the thief!

"Oh, mochi!"

"Fake!"

"Shit!"

"Oh Allah!!" Salem Ould Lesa stood up suddenly and stared at the TV. His eyes almost fell off. He died?!

Totally unbelievable!

Hassan, the man who launched the Green March and plunged Western Sahara into war, resulting in the death of more than 100,000 people and the displacement of hundreds of thousands, died?

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

The biggest enemy of the Western Sacrifice, Hassan II, disappeared so suddenly. Saleim was surprised, stunned, happy, and confused... Under the impact of various emotions, the whole person was stunned.

land.

Sean also yelled in shock, but when he saw Salem dumbfounded, he sat back down again.

For a long time, the TV screen turned into a mess, and the rostrum was surrounded by layers of people. No one could see what happened to the people.

The reporters who were normally very crazy didn't dare to move at this moment. They all stood in place. The person who had just been stabbed was a "fellow". Now they were all suspected, for fear of being interrupted.

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

It wasn't until this moment that Salem reacted. He slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and finally waved his hands vigorously. The pleasure rushed from the soles of his feet to his head. Damn it, the biggest enemy is dead. Morocco will inevitably fall into a long period of civil strife.

The opportunity to spread the enemy array has come!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sean. It seems that I have to go back immediately. I don't have time to sign the contract today." Salemu turned to look at Sean.

"Okay, I understand your feelings, and I also wish the people of Western Sahara that you can 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 what you are doing.

It’s arranged, but this method is not honorable!!”

"It seems that I have to be wary of those reporters in the future!"

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

"Oh, no, this is not us!" Salem waved his hands quickly, "I don't know how it is possible, it is absolutely impossible."

"Although I can't tell which ethnic group it is, but..." Sean didn't say any more, but just stared at Salem for a moment.

"No, no, no." Salem was a little anxious and seemed unable to argue.

He heard the words he yelled before he died, and the accent was indeed that of a Westerner. Now he was not sure whether it was arranged by other heads of the People's Front.

No one thought that the reporter was just joking and installing a grenade launcher in the camera. Not everyone can do this.

Of course, it's not too difficult.

Mainly a question of imagination.

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

Today you can use it on the King of Morocco, but tomorrow who knows whether 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. Many people must be looking for me now, and I have to deal with this matter." Salemu

He hurriedly shook hands with Sean, turned around and left.

The person disappeared into the room, and a smile appeared on Sean's face. "Tsk, tsk, what do you mean by thief and catch the thief.JPG"

Cool!

…

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

All gone.

He put the sulfuric acid bottle aside and looked at the small TV in the car. The screen was the press conference next to him.

With built-in monitoring, this task is so simple!

He 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 300 meters around the conference site.

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Hassan II was taken away by ambulance.

People are different.

Ordinary people die when they breathe their last breath, but for those with noble status, they have to go through the process of cardiac arrest, respiratory arrest and brain death.

But no matter what, 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 camera. Although Morocco is a bit messy, it is still a country the size of the country!

Of course, this is definitely not as good as Ledi's imagination, but the news has spread all over the world.

But these have nothing to do with Sean, New Century Media will just follow the report.

What does the death of Hassan II have to do with my Sean!

I have never met him, let alone set foot on Moroccan soil, and there is no conflict of interest!

Lying on the sofa in the villa, Sean was watching TV leisurely, and Lorraine came over with her butt swaying, "Phone."

"who?"

"Mr. Weinberg."

Sean stretched out his hand and pinched Lorraine's butt. Lorraine kicked her and gave Sean a look. Lorraine twisted away.

(The crackdown was so severe some time ago that Lorraine didn’t even dare to appear...)

"Hi, Mr. Weinberg, good afternoon." Sean said in a brisk tone.

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

“Enjoying an afternoon on 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 weird tone: "No, wait a minute, you are not talking about the assassination of Hassan II before, are you?"

Weinberg said nothing.

"Are you kidding me? I haven't set foot on Moroccan soil yet. Besides, why should I kill him?" Sean replied with some humor.

"Huh..." Weinberg on the other end let out a heavy breath, "It's okay if it's not. Hassan II's policy tendencies in recent years have been in line with the interests of the United States, but now... forget it."

"Ha, I think your worries are unnecessary." Sean chuckled: "The fundamental reason for Hassan's change of attitude is that the United States is strong enough and has little to do with anything else. Unless his successor is a military officer like Colonel Kadzo,

Fang is a lunatic, otherwise there will be no change in the overall national policy."

"Haha, you are right." Weinberg smiled and stopped continuing the topic. He is a political figure, and his greatest weapons are political acumen and political influence.

Literati have always hated martial men and reckless men the most. Regardless of whether they are Chinese or foreign, when they are unreasonable, their words are really no match for what they say.

Therefore, politicians hate assassination the most!!

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

"How's the progress going there?" Weinberg changed the subject.

"Not bad. I have collected various information. Now there are various forces involved in the opening up of phosphate minerals in Morocco. If I want to intervene, I must drive away those people. This is not easy. Therefore, I plan to start from Western Sahara.

Get started." Sean explained his plan and asked Weinberg to help fill in the loopholes.

"Are you going to take action against the Moroccans?" Weinberg asked.

"Yes, only the winner has the conditions to make demands, 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 a sufficient reason, and you'd better make a high-profile donation afterwards, help the poor, etc. Don't let the people only remember you for killing

How many of them were killed?”

"Okay, I've written it down."

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

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

"It makes sense. It seems you have thought it through. I wish you good luck."

"Thanks."

On the other end, Weinberg hung up the phone and waited in silence for a long time before a smile appeared on his face. He didn't hope it was Sean who did 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 it becomes a habit, something will happen sooner or later.

On the other side, Sean put down the phone and shrugged. These politicians can only cooperate but cannot talk to each other.

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

Sean was so happy watching it.

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Morocco is in a panic right now. Even though Hassan was sent to the hospital, no one thinks he is still alive.

He was hit in the front by a rifle grenade. Although there was a rostrum across the way, half of the person was dead. Now it was just a formality.

Even if you open your mind, you still have to work hard.

After all, the identity lies here.

All five of Hassan's children came and were waiting outside the operating room. The Moroccan Prime Minister led the entire team to try their best to keep the government running.

Undercurrent is raging!

Morocco is a constitutional monarchy. The king is the head of state, religious leader and supreme commander of the armed forces. The prime minister is only the head of 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, namely 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. In 1985, he served as the coordinator of the bureaus and departments of the General Staff of the Royal Moroccan Armed Forces, and he has some popularity 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 defense administrative agency responsible for national defense administrative affairs. The army, navy and air force all have directors (general, minister level))

According to the normal trajectory, Hassan will gradually pave the way for his son and move up the military step by step. Until he fails, he will become the highest officer in the military to ensure a smooth succession. But now...

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It's not just Morocco that's in a mess, the Western Front is also in a mess.

Salem Ould Lesa returned in a hurry and asked who had done it!

He himself felt that the man belonged to Caesar. His accent, demeanor, hatred, and motive for killing all pointed to the Caesar formation.

But no one asked to admit it on the spot!

Sean: You are too stubborn to admit it, right?

Many people still suspected that it was Salem who did it. Although it shouldn't be the case, the Moroccan army that had just fought suffered heavy losses. Now that Hassan died, it was just the right time. Western shares rose sharply.

Everyone was very encouraged.

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of the question, Saleim could only grit his teeth and endure it. Time was running out now. Sean had told him before leaving that Morocco's political situation was in chaos. Everyone's attention was on the succession of the king and the military.

Fang must be highly nervous.

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

Sean said very generously that 500,000 mortar shells would be delivered within three days. As for how to use them and how effective they would be, it would be up to them.

500,000 is only 650 tons. Sean plans to rent 10 cargo planes from Colombia to transport it over and make a few more trips. Three days is more than enough.

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

…

For three days, Sean did not stay on the island, but turned around and went to Spain, the Bernabeu, and the Nou Camp. He went back and forth, watching the game among tens of thousands of people, and cheering and roaring with the fans.

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

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He will not get involved in the Catalonia issue. In his heart, Sean has a disdain for Barcelona. Of course, this does not stop him from enjoying watching football.

Everyone knows that Sean is the boss of the world's largest private military group. At this time, reporters inevitably asked about the assassination of Hassan in Morocco. Sean replied: "Well, my knowledge of Morocco is limited to the phosphate mines here.

The world's reserves account for more than 70% of the world's reserves. I really don't know much about the rest. I don't know much about the assassination of King Hassan. I have read a lot of relevant reports. I can only say that this is a disaster. This disaster has never existed.

The green march has begun, but it is still unknown when it will end."

The eyes of a group of reporters suddenly flashed. It was big news. There were probably very few public figures in Europe who looked at the issue from this perspective. They either did not express their opinions, or they supported Morocco and condemned Caesar.

"So, Mr. Sean supports Cesar's assassination?"

"No, no, no, your wording is not accurate. 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 and die."

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

"Eh!" Sean turned his head and looked over, his mouth slightly raised, "Obviously, the king will not go to the front line, so do you mean that war is a way to release the infinite desires of the superiors at the expense of ordinary people?

?Only ordinary people can die, and those who are superior only need to play chess, drink coffee, glance at the series of casualty numbers on the report, and then continue to issue the next order."

Sean's words almost made the reporter's eyes pop out. He had interviewed many celebrities and public figures, but this was the first one with such a sharp tongue. It hurt like a needle.

"We have been calling for equality since thousands of years ago, in front of God, but you still ignore the life, death and tragic fate of ordinary people in the war. It can be seen that in your heart you must support class theory and oppose equality for everyone.

You are the lackey of those people who are above ordinary people and you are barking and disgusting for them. People should recognize your true face, and you will definitely be despised by everyone."

The reporter's face turned red and he didn't dare to reply. Whatever he said now was wrong. Instead of helping, the colleagues around him voluntarily spread out to a space and slapped him fiercely.

Reporter: Damn it, they are a bunch of despicable people. Reporters are not very good people!

But he didn't want to turn around and run away. A big firepower like Sean was here, news was inevitable, and he was happy to be scolded.

"Mr. Sean, yesterday the Western Front launched another large-scale attack on the Moroccan army's sand embankment. The Moroccan army suffered heavy casualties. What do you think about this?"

"The form of war is always changing. There is no tactic that is always tried and true. In my eyes, the sand embankment is nothing more than the Maginot Line of Defense. It has played a great role in the past, but it is only a matter of time before it is cracked. It is not surprising.

, it can only be said that the people of Caesarea have found the right way to deal with it."

After Sean finished speaking, another reporter immediately asked loudly: "Mr. Sean, which country did you support during the Western Sahara War?"

"Of course it's Cesar. After all, if Hassan didn't launch a green march back then, nothing would happen later."

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

"The United States is a free country and will never prohibit Americans from having their own ideas. Every American has the right to fully express his or her ideas, and 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 the key question, and Sean smiled slightly, "I also thought it was just to watch the game, but obviously I don't have the freedom. Rich people look good, but they are often empty-handed. Every day, when I open my eyes, tens of thousands of

We need to take care of people when they eat, drink, and eat, and how many bites actually fall into our mouths.”

"The fixed expenses of my company exceed US$3 million every day. If I don't make money for a year, 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, do you want to go to Morocco or Western Sahara for mining?"

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

A group of reporters laughed. No wonder Sean supports Caesar, what a guy!

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

People from Xissa are not stupid. They can't be fooled by a few words of half-baked Chinese. They can't even pick up the bowl to eat and then put down the bowl to curse.

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

When the reporter asked any more questions, Sean ignored them. Everything that needed to be said and expressed was clearly expressed!

…

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

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

From the perspective of the PFLP, 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. Mortars are better.

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

A simultaneous attack was launched along the 2,200-kilometer defense line. Good guy, even if the Moroccan army was reinforced once and had more than 60,000 troops, the defense line was too long. It was like sprinkling sesame salt with only 27 people per kilometer...

The defending side's tactics were extremely passive, and the locations of each stronghold had already been clearly detected.

The number of people dispatched in this attack was several times greater. Even though the Moroccan army was mentally prepared for the attack, the effect was very significant, causing more than 3,500 casualties.

Most of these came from the first wave of attacks.

Sean looked at the list and made only one suggestion, "Purchase some fast fishing boats and speedboats, plus supporting weapons. The fishery can supplement some funds and supplies, and the speedboats..."

Sean pointed to the long coastline from Monaco to Western Sahara on the map, "I have mentioned the Maginot Line in interviews before. I believe you must know how the Germans did it."

"Since the Moroccans want to extend the front, then you should cooperate with them and see how far they can extend it."

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

Salem nodded silently. It's not that he didn't know. He just had no money and no opportunity. After the outbreak of the Western Sahara War, land warfare has been the main focus. All the money has been invested in this, and there is no chance to develop the sea. strength.

Everyone knows the importance of maritime power, but it costs too much money. Moreover, Morocco’s maritime 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 for a short period of time, a group of speedboats will act as sea wolves, which will make Morocco's coastal economic zone sleepless and uneasy!

Sean gave some pointers and stopped talking. Caesar couldn't deal with Morocco, but Sean had many ways to deal with a Morocco, but the prerequisite was whether he was strong enough.

After taking out the contract he had prepared 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 Salemu, Sean asked where his warship was.

After a frigate was sunk in the previous YL incident, Sean placed an order for two Keeling-class warships again, preparing to replace the other frigate.

Now that the warship has been inspected and refitted and launched into the water, Sean ordered it to be transferred to West Africa for use first.

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Two days later, a Kilin-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. One hundred kilometers away is the Bukhara phosphate mining area.

Currently, there are about 150,000 people in Laayoune, most of whom are Moroccan immigrants, the first batch of green immigrants.

The Port of Laayoune exports a large amount of phosphate concentrate, and there are many large cargo 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. The slender figure and sharp edges are 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 powerful weapon that far exceeds the super power of the entire Monaco Navy.

The Keeling-class battleship didn't even wait for guidance from the port, and just rushed in towards the dock. The merchant ships on both sides hurriedly avoided it without saying anything.

What a joke, everyone on the merchant ship saw the flag fluttering on the Keeling-class battleship, forget about the American flag, the key is that there is a flag, which represents a powerful and powerful name at sea, "Umbrella"!

They are all running boats. Who doesn’t know the protective umbrella? Who dares to block it?

Da Lielie occupies a ship's space. Whoever belonged to it before, now it belongs to me!

Suddenly a guided missile destroyer appeared in the port, and Laayoun officials immediately exploded.

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

Yes, wearing a tactical helmet, loaded with ammunition, an M16 hanging on his chest, and a grenade hanging on his waist, he walked towards Sean with a vigilant look on his face, heading 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. A group of people got on the vehicles and drove out in a mighty manner, heading towards the Bukhara 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 Bukla mine is the lifeblood of the entire Laayoune, and no one can bear the burden if something happens to it.

Besides, the official knew that Sean had no business here, so he was so aggressive...