xico Ti, August 20.
Sunny, scorching sun.
In Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, a "special" prisoner exchange ceremony was underway.
Iraq used 200 Iranian captives from the Iran-Iraq War to exchange for Uday Hussein.
The Yanks were willing to release soone, there must have been so under-the-table deals.
Supposedly, Saddam promised the Aricans to withdraw from Kuwait?
This was reported by the United Kingdom’s "The Sun."
A tabloid known for celebrity gossip and tales of India’s sister-in-law.
Though sowhat unbelievable, Saddam must have paid a hefty price to get his son back.
The sun hung high in the sky.
Uday Hussein’s face, shaded with bruises, was plastered with band-aids, his eyes dark and filled with imnse fury!
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He was followed by two U.S. soldiers and several FBI employees.
"When you get back, try to talk so sense into your father; he’s making enemies with the world," Senior Assistant Pearson said, patting his shoulder.
"Does the United States represent the world?!" Uday Hussein knew it wasn’t the right ti to argue, but he couldn’t help it.
His arrogant nature was unchangeable.
Have you ever seen a dog eat a cream puff?
The Mafia don’t count as dogs, more like gorillas.
Sure enough, Pearson, seeing how defiant he still was, squinted his eyes, giving a smile that was not quite a smile, "But Iraq is enough to handle."
"Hmph! We’ll see who the deer falls to," Uday Hussein said darkly, suddenly pausing.
"Please relay a ssage to Victor, I will rember him!"
"I will personally take his head off and store it in my cabinet!"
Vehence hardly concealed in Uday Hussein’s tone.
His thoughts on Victor were just two words.
Fuck XX!
"I’ll pull out his nails, I’ll make him watch as he loses what he cherishes most, I’ll make him…"
Pearson, obviously impatient, pushed him, "Quit the crap and get moving, or you’ll miss the flight."
Uday Hussein’s curse had not yet been fully vented when he heard this, burning with rage, "Don’t you have any manners! Idiots!"
"Do you want to spend so more ti in the FBI’s water cell?" Pearson asked.
Uday half-opened his mouth then shut it, walking over to his uncle Barzan, who gave him a huge hug, worriedly asking after his condition.
This Barzan was no minor character, almost beca Uday’s father-in-law, and had been causing trouble with Saddam since 1968, also the head of Iraq’s intelligence agency, Mukhabarat.
He and Saddam had different mothers.
After the outbreak of the Iraq war, the U.S. military swiftly arrested Barzan, who was serving as Saddam’s adviser.
At the ti, to entice him to betray Saddam, the U.S. military threatened and tempted him many tis, even saying, "As long as you give up Saddam, not only will we spare your life, but you’ll also receive a considerable reward." Yet Barzan resolutely said, "Saddam is my brother, he is still the president, an Iraqi man will not betray his country, much less his brother!"
Much more reliable than that bastard Uday.
Perhaps, Saddam and his first cousin Sajida Khairallah Talfah, a primary school teacher, married too close, affecting their brains.
Marrying a cousin never ends well, just look at the Bavarian boy.
Before Uday boarded the plane, he gave Pearson the middle finger, but Barzan quickly pulled his hand down, looking at the other man apologetically and nodded in apology.
Pearson couldn’t help but laugh.
"He’s so arrogant…" an accompanying employee comnted.
"If you had a dad who’s an emperor in Western Asia, you could be arrogant too," Pearson mocked with a scornful laugh, his gaze profound, "But can he be as arrogant as that one from xico? Compared to Victor, he’s just a spoiled child…"
"Victor...he’s the kind that could eat people!"
That statent was an exaggeration.
How could the Emperor be so cruel?
If Uday fell into Victor’s hands again, he’d let you experience the Viking’s Blood Eagle execution!
"Indeed!" The accompanying employee nodded.
That one from xico was a real beast.
Curious, the accompanying employee suddenly asked, "Is it true that Victor was behind that Lucchese Family thing?"
"Does it matter?"
Pearson didn’t answer, but another employee spoke up.
"Even if Victor did it, would they dare retaliate?"
"He’s got nearly a hundred thousand troops; any one of them could pee and knock the Mafia out cold."
"Let’s go, many tis the truth doesn’t matter, what matters is whether you have the power to uncover it," Pearson said deeply, glancing at the now-closed hatch of the Iraqi military plane, getting into the car.
There was a dinner prepared by the Saudis for them that evening.
anwhile on the plane…
"Where are the won? The won!" Uday Hussein looked at Barzan, brow furrowed, his voice growing louder, even kicking his bodyguard in a fit of rage.
Indeed, he was that lecherous.
When the Aricans invaded, he ran off with a beauty.
Fucking...unbelievable.
Even Monk Tang knew to bring pigs, for rations during the march.
What were these beauties? Marching artillery?
As the head of Iraq’s intelligence agency, Mukhabarat, Barzan was very dirty-handed; it was usually him doing the dirty work on others, but dealing with Uday…
He was almost too exasperated to breathe.
"Enough, Uday! Do you know what you’re doing?" Barzan yelled from his seat.
He thought... since he was the man’s uncle, there was no problem in scolding his nephew.
But the more Uday was tornted, the more violent he beca, not knowing what got into his head, he suddenly kicked Barzan in the stomach.
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