Mercenary’s War Chapter 2046 - 2023: Using Your Brain

The plane landed at Riyadh Airport, and this ti Yarebin and the others needed to go through customs with their passports.

Yarebin took out an Arican passport and, after casually chatting with the customs officer, quickly left the airport.

A thirty-sothing Arab man was holding a sign that said "P.D. Evans." Yarebin approached him with a smile and said, "Hello, I am Evans."

"Mr. Evans, hello, please follow ."

After Yarebin and his group were escorted to a minibus, the Arab man left. Besides the driver, there was a man of Indian-Pakistani descent in his forties in the bus.

"Mr. Evans, my na is Ansari. I will assist you with your operations in Riyadh. Let see you to your accommodation. If you need any equipnt, please let know now. Your people are due to land in four hours, and you should et them in five hours. Any other questions?"

Glewatov handed over a piece of paper and said solemnly, "How long will it take to prepare these?"

Ansari took the paper and replied seriously, "Six cars, six AK47s, 6,000 rounds of ammunition, a high-precision sniper rifle, these are not a problem. A ton of high-explosive fake dicine is a bit tricky, but that’s all?"

Yarebin wagged a finger with a smile and said, "Prepare according to this, let’s go."

After Ansari instructed the driver, the minibus set off, and Yarebin and the others were taken to a typical residential house in downtown Riyadh.

Though located in the heart of the desert, a Saudi middle-class ho should have a pool and lawn. Walking down the stone path through the lawn, entering the refreshingly cool room, Tarta wiped his sweat, loudly exclaiming, "So hot, finally feels a bit better."

Sitting on the sofa in the room, Yarebin also wiped his sweat with a smile and said, "It’s been a long ti since I’ve been here, it’s really hot. If any of you want to go for a swim, there’s still ti."

Ansari said in surprise, "Swimming? Now?"

Yarebin waved off Ansari, smiling, "Don’t mind them, please tell about the recent movents of the Shah Intelligence Agency."

Ansari spread his hands, saying helplessly, "No movents, everything is as usual."

Yarebin frowned, "That’s wrong, I have so understanding of this matter. If it involves internal power struggles within the Shah Intelligence Agency, then it can’t possibly be as usual."

Ansari waved his hand and said, "I’m only in charge of logistics, understand? I’m just responsible for providing you with the equipnt you need. You have to ask soone else for intelligence, or wait for your people to co and ask them. The highest intelligence authority is in his hands now."

Yarebin frowned, nodded, and said softly, "Understood, then have what we need delivered quickly."

After speaking with Ansari, Yarebin looked at Glewatov and said softly, "Bring the background materials to review again."

The information was detailed, and after Gao Yang compiled and sorted out the inside story, it was handed to the Cleaner. This way, the Cleaner could effectively manage and correspond with the scapegoat they had previously set up. Now, the Cleaner handed these background materials to Yarebin and him.

On the plane, Yarebin had briefly looked over the docunts, but now he took the background materials again for a closer look.

Flipping through the information quickly, Yarebin murmured to himself, "Too long ago, I can no longer grasp Saudi Arabia’s political ecology, Prince Nayef, Prince Suharitan, Prince Suharitan, Prince Nayef..."

While Yarebin murmured under his breath, Glewatov said in a low voice, "Prince Nayef is the current King’s son."

Yarebin waved his hand, speaking softly, "Mm, got it."

After pondering with his head down for a mont, Yarebin suddenly raised his head and said loudly, "Rostotsky, go and take a look at the Shah Intelligence Agency building."

Rostotsky imdiately replied, "Understood, I’ll go now."

Yarebin stood up from the sofa, walking back and forth with a cane in the room, then asked Ansari, "When will the equipnt be delivered?"

Ansari replied seriously, "Very soon, fake dicine is slower, a ton is too much, plans need to be made to gather it, but you will have it in twelve hours."

Yarebin said seriously, "Too slow, it’s not like we can use it imdiately when you deliver it. Preparing also takes ti, go find the fake dicine right away, the more the better, as quickly as possible."

Ansari stood up, seriously said, "I was about to take leave, so please wait here quietly for your companions to arrive. If you want to use a car, there are two in the garage, the keys are in the car, and weapons are in the bedroom closet for you to use as you wish. The rest of the vehicles will be delivered soon, goodbye."

Ansari left, leaving only Yarebin and his people in the room.

After Ansari left, Tarta said quietly, "Our people? Who is coming?"

Yarebin quietly said, "Leonard."

"Oh, him, he can co, well-suited for this occasion, I was worried your student would co too, haha."

Yarebin shook his head, and said in a low voice, "He’s not that stupid."

After saying this, Yarebin walked around the room again, Tarta asked, "You seem uneasy?"

Yarebin sighed, saying seriously, "Not unease, more like confusion, but I need Rostotsky’s observations to provide answers for my doubts."

After speaking, Yarebin sat down with a serious expression, and said sternly, "Tarta, go and see CIA’s secret points in Riyadh."

Tarta nodded, smiled, "Hope they’re still at the old place, should be, CIA folks are a bit lazy, they usually don’t like to move."

Yarebin didn’t pay attention to Tarta’s joke, but looked at Vasily, saying seriously, "Change your clothes, take a walk in the street."

Vasily went to change, and Yarebin imdiately said to Glewatov, "You get in the car and drive around the road from the Shah Intelligence Agency to the airport a few tis."

Yarebin only needed to issue the orders, the specific operations, mission purposes, observation points, the Black Demon’s team didn’t need Yarebin to remind them.

After everyone left, Lebyazhef quietly said, "Captain, should I gear up first?"

Yarebin shook his head, saying quietly, "No need, just adjust the air con temperature a bit higher. I reckon the Shah Intelligence Agency might play so tricks. Although those tricks are insignificant, using one’s brain is better than not using it at all, it’ll bring us so trouble at least."