Chapter 3 Osirak Nuclear Reactor

  "Hurry up and give me a phone call, I want to find President Saddam." Zhang Feng shouted loudly.

  In Zhang Feng's eyes, as a son, finding his old man should be very easy.

  But to his surprise, the guard widened his innocent eyes and stared at Zhang Feng: "Second Young Master, unless it's the President himself who wants to see you, otherwise, you can't see President Saddam."

  "Why?"

  It seems that the second young master has forgotten something after sleeping, and Kasal doesn't know how to explain it. President Saddam had many official residences, and if he wasn't one of his closest bodyguards, he wouldn't have known where he was. Now, during the Iran-Iraq War, in order to prevent espionage attacks, President Saddam frequently changed his residence.

  Although Mr. Qusay is the president's second son, he is only 16 years old this year and has not graduated from Baghdad University. Therefore, Mr. Qusay usually cannot meet President Saddam.

  "I have an urgent matter to attend to with Dad, if I'm late it will be too late." Zhang Feng said anxiously, the two words "Dad" were also clearly spoken in Arabic.

  "Second Master, it's really impossible to see the President," Ghasal said. "The President doesn't even know where he is right now, whether in Baghdad or Basra."

  Zhang Feng was stunned, as a traverser, he clearly remembered the process of the Israeli Air Force bombing Iraq's nuclear reactor that his teacher explained in class. Now, he had just returned to this critical moment, and since he had become Saddam's second son, Zhang Feng knew even more about the suffering of the Iraqi people over the decades, so he must think of a way to stop the nuclear reactor from being bombed!

  "What about the Minister of National Defense? Can we get in touch with the Minister of National Defense?" Zhang Feng asked.

  This is really making things difficult for Gassar, he just came to serve Kusay II's daily life, his superior, the butler of this villa, who is the superior of the butler, no one knows. And these presidents, defense ministers and other big shots, he is familiar with them, but they are not familiar with him!

  The Defense Minister at the time was Adnan Khairallah, who is the brother of Sajida Khairallah, the mother of Qusay Saddam Hussein, which makes him Qusay's uncle. However, it wasn't easy to get in touch with this uncle either.

  "Never mind." Zhang Feng looked at Jasar's embarrassed expression and said: "The guards outside, are they my escorts?"

  "It's okay," Gassar said: "They were sent to protect the safety of this mansion."

  "Alright, tell them to set off with me immediately, to the Osirak nuclear reactor," Zhang Feng said.

  "Second Master, where are you going? If you want to go out, why not stroll around Baghdad city instead?"

  "Hurry, assemble all the guards and set off immediately. If we're late, the nuclear reactor will be in danger!" Zhang Feng said in a commanding tone.

  "Second Master, you should also put on your clothes first," Gassar said.

  "It's too late, hurry up and get ready to leave!"

  Zhang Feng was about to run down to the garage in his underwear when Gassar followed behind him and threw an Arabic robe over him, wrapping Zhang Feng completely inside. He then wrapped a headscarf around Zhang Feng's head, instantly transforming him into a genuine Arab man.

  He opened the garage door and Zhang Feng took a look, drooling all over. Wow, being the president's son is really something else! Inside the garage was a brand new Ferrari sports car!

  The car's two side doors were open, still opening upwards, just like an eagle spreading its wings ready to take flight.

  Zhang Feng jumped up without hesitation, a beautiful woman in the car, if there was another pretty girl sitting next to him, it would be even more comfortable.

  Looking at Gassar who was hesitating beside him, Zhang Feng decided to bring him along.

  "You drive that vehicle over there and bring the guards," Zhang Feng said, pointing to a Chinese-made Beijing Jeep 212 parked beside them.

  "Yes, Young Master."

  Zhang Feng quietly pressed the button on the car, and the doors on both sides fell down. He turned on the ignition switch and started the engine.

  The more than 500-horsepower engine roared under Zhang Feng's feet, fortunately, it was a manual transmission, Zhang Feng didn't like automatic transmissions, he liked the feeling of shifting gears with his hands.

  The car was in Zhang Feng's hands and immediately headed towards the gate.

  Kasala also drove out that Beijing Jeep, out of the gate, and the guard beside him immediately jumped onto the car, following behind the sports car.

  There were over a dozen people in the guard of honor, and except for a few who had drilled into the car, the rest stood on the crash bars under the doors, pulling the outer handrails.

  Zhang Feng glanced at the rearview mirror, and it was as if he had become a typical terrorist from a movie in the future.

  However, Zhang Feng knew that so-called terrorists were actually just what Americans said they were. In their eyes, anyone who disagreed with them was a terrorist. Syria was one example, Cuba was another - everything was just a political game.

  Israel crossed several countries and bombed the nuclear reactor of a sovereign state, Iraq. Is that not terrorism? In hindsight, Israel successfully bombed the nuclear reactor and did not receive any blame because it had the backing of Americans, as Jews are a successful and influential group in the US with significant political power.

  Although he had never been here before, Zhang Feng seemed to have a kind of instinct. He drove the sports car all the way to the Osirak nuclear reactor 32 kilometers southeast of Baghdad.

  Time was ticking away second by second, Zhang Feng's heart was highly tense. According to the instructor's explanation, today was Sunday and most of the officers were not in the military camp. How could they prevent the sneak attack from succeeding? Zhang Feng was also at a loss.

  It was already 4 o'clock in the afternoon at this time.

  A huge, sixty-foot-high domed concrete structure gradually appeared in front of him, with horseshoe-shaped earth embankments on three sides and countless other buildings around it. Zhang Feng knew that the nuclear reactor had arrived, and the conspicuous building just now was the "Tamuz-1" nuclear reactor.

  In front of us was a roadblock with barbed wire, and several soldiers were standing guard, looking bored.

  A colorful sports car appeared in front, followed by a car of soldiers. The soldier quickly put away his smile and stepped forward to inspect.

  Gassar poked his head out and said: "Open the roadblock quickly!"

  "Excuse me, is there a document above?" a soldier asked.

  "It's an emergency, open the roadblock quickly and let us in!" Gasal said.

  Seeing no documents, the soldier hesitated a bit. The nuclear reactor is a top-secret place and can't let strangers in casually, even if they wear the same military uniform as themselves. Who knows whether it's an Iranian disguised person? Not long ago, Iranians sent planes to air raid the nuclear reactor, so we must be on guard.

  Seeing the two starting to fight, Zhang Feng was anxious and opened the door of the sports car and got out.

  When he saw the person inside the sports car come out, Da Bing knew that this was the real boss.

  "Slap! Slap!" Zhang Feng gave him two loud slaps without hesitation, directly stunning the other person.

  "Hey!" The big soldier looked at Zhang Feng's demeanor and was immediately intimidated.

  Several other soldiers saw that things were going badly and hastily came forward, holding up their AK-47 rifles. One of them pulled the bolt back and shouted loudly: "Who are you?"

  The guards on the vehicle also jumped off and raised their guns.

  "What am I? I am Qusay Saddam Hussein Abd al-Sadim." Zhang Feng said coldly.

  What's going on? All the soldiers were shocked, and someone who could drive such a luxurious car was already in the minority. Moreover, that license plate number was 1. They knew this person was the President's second son, but what they actually knew more about was the President's eldest son Uday, who was said to be ruthless and cruel. Today, having offended Khuzay, would he take them all away to be executed?

  Fear had already appeared in their eyes.

  Zhang Feng sneered, "My dad is Li Gang, that's enough to throw his weight around. What's more, my dad is Saddam, in Iraq, who dares not show respect?"

  "Take me to see your highest official here immediately, I have an urgent military matter to discuss with him," Zhang Feng said.

  "Report, Commander Kusayangi is not in the barracks," said the soldier.

  "That's what you call your deputy director here," said Zhang Feng.

  "The report says, the deputy director is also absent."

  Zhang Feng's face turned cold, and indeed, as he had told the instructor, today was the weekend, and the stupid officials guarding the nuclear reactor had all gone to Baghdad for the weekend. Needless to say, they must have their mistresses there.

  "How many people are left here?" Zhang Feng asked.

  Looking at the face of this big soldier who was shaking with fear, Zhang Feng felt a chill rise up from the bottom of his heart. I'm relying on you, don't just leave these few soldiers guarding the road entrance.

  Actually, the defense around the Osirak nuclear reactor is still very tight. Zhang Feng had observed earlier that there were at least a hundred high-caliber artillery pieces and more than ten triple-mounted SAM-6 low-altitude missile launchers.

  These weapons all require human operators; if those damn people also went to Baghdad, then he would be completely out of luck.

  Most people in the army had slipped away, anyway no one was checking, these few were unlucky eggs, the least liked by their superiors, so they were sent to guard the road, otherwise, they also wanted to go to Baghdad for a stroll.

  But they didn't know whether to tell the truth to the Kusayev in front of them, if this matter was exposed and the president knew about it, who knows how many people would lose their heads.

  "How many more are there? I don't have time for idle chatter with you. Are the people who can operate the missile still here?" Zhang Feng asked.

  For the Soviet-made SA-6 missile, Zhang Feng is still relatively confident. In the Fourth Middle East War, the SA-6 anti-aircraft missile shot down several Israeli planes. The SA-6 was frustrated in the 1982 Bekaa Valley air battle, where the Israelis found a way to counter the SA-6. At present, the SA-6 is still invincible.

  However, the operation of SAM-6 is very complex, with radar vehicles, launch vehicles, logistics support vehicles, and at least a team of about twenty people are needed to accurately operate this air defense missile.

  At this time, it is still far from being able to control the entire system with just a keyboard and mouse.

  "Report to Colonel Khasek, the missile launcher was there half an hour ago, then they drove away," said the soldier.

  It is said that the commander of the missile battalion was beaten up by someone in a bar in Baghdad, he was furious and called back to ask people to find him a substitute, the personnel on duty at the missile battalion also left. In such hot weather, it's too hot to stay in those launch vehicles. No one wants to be on duty either.

  Zhang Feng's eyes turned black, and he sighed. Even the person in charge of the shift had run away. No wonder the Israeli plane was able to bomb the nuclear reactor so easily.

  Is it just going to be abandoned like this?

  Absolutely not! Suddenly, an idea flashed through Zhang Feng's mind.