World Domination through Planet Development - Chapter 41



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Episode 41. The Beginning of Saudi Arabian PMC Business

United Arab Emirates. Dubai International Airport.

A man with an anxious expression was walking while looking around.

He came here from Saudi Arabia to catch a flight from Dubai International Airport.

The man takes a quick look at his wristwatch.

There’s still a lot of time left until boarding the plane.

There were a lot of people bustling around, but even this place wasn’t safe for him.

In particular, the United Arab Emirates is not a place where travel is particularly difficult, although there has been some recent friction with Saudi Arabia.

Thanks to this, he was able to cross safely, but on the other hand, it means that those who threaten him can also come easily.

But he didn’t really have a choice.

Other candidates were too daunting to even think about trying.

For him, there was no safe place on this earth.

Considering the assassinations that had previously occurred in Turkey, it would be safest to hide in another continent altogether.

Was it because I couldn’t let my guard down?

I need to go to the bathroom….

I think it would be a good idea to empty it in advance before boarding the plane.

The man walked in the direction of the bathroom.

A moment of carelessness. And the moment he entered the intersection.

Phage.

An excruciating pain that could not be contained struck my entire body.

As he staggered and tried to sit down, someone behind him began to support him and take him somewhere.

Ah… no… .

Eventually he was taken to a secluded cleaning supply room.

Three men surrounded him as he knelt on the narrow floor.

Boom! Bam!

One man turned over a mop bucket and tied his hands over it, while another man rummaged through his arms, eventually finding a smartphone and his passport.

The man first unfolded his passport.

Mohammad Al Gharibani. Male. Born July 2, 1986.

The man they kidnapped was a man named Mohammad. And his description matched exactly the person they were looking for: a journalist who had been identified as a dissident.

This time, the man manipulated the reporter’s smartphone. Naturally, it was locked.

He held up the smartphone lock screen in front of the reporter, who was just beginning to come to his senses. He didn’t say anything, but it was a hint to him to unlock the screen.

“Ugh… I think you’ve got the wrong person… I’m the one you’re looking for… .”

But instead of unlocking the screen, the reporter started making excuses.

The man who was watching this twitched his eyebrows and nodded his head to send a signal to someone else.

Then, another man who had been standing still took something like a rope out of his bosom and put it around the reporter’s neck from behind.

At that moment, the reporter began to feel scared.

The rope didn’t seem to be a regular rope, but had a simple plastic device attached to it that was used to tighten the neck.

Soon, the man who had tied the reporter’s hands took a hammer out of his pocket.

The reporter who saw the scene guessed what was going to happen.

“Okay… Wait a minute.”

Unfortunately, his guess was not wrong.

puck!

The pain of my fingers being completely split and broken hit me.

“Ugh… kitchen!”

But even a groan of pain could not rise above my throat.

As force was applied to the rope around his neck, the peculiarly constructed device completely blocked any sound.

The smartphone lock screen appeared again in his vision as he was still unable to come to his senses.

“Ugh… .”

He raised his good hand and unlocked the door, groaning in pain.

The man began to manipulate his smartphone again after the screen was unlocked.

When I checked the call history, there were multiple numbers.

But judging from the fact that there were only a few numbers on the list, he could tell that it wasn’t a smartphone he normally used. His goal was to find someone on this list of numbers.

However, there were no names stored separately on the registered number. So the man started calling the numbers on the list one by one.

-Hello, Hotel Raum… .

As soon as he heard a cheerful woman’s voice, he hung up the phone and connected the next number.

-Thank you for contacting our rental car….

Click.

Then he immediately hangs up and calls again.

Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump. Click.

This time, the caller answered after exactly three rings.

-… … .

But strangely, the other person didn’t respond.

Exactly 5 seconds.

Stop.

The call was disconnected.

The man, who had been staring at the phone that had just been disconnected, put his hand to his ear. He had something that looked like a wireless earphone in his ear.

“Time of transmission 1:46:28.”

I contacted someone.

[…agreement.]

After a while, the man who received the answer gave a signal to his colleagues. Then, the man who was holding the rope around the reporter’s neck began to tighten his grip.

“Kitchen!”

The reporter struggled, clutching his neck, but soon gave out.

The men, who had confirmed that the reporter’s breathing had stopped, moved quickly.

The men threw a rope into a pipe in the ceiling and skillfully disguised the reporter’s body as a suicide.

Of course, no one would believe it was suicide, but they went to great lengths to create a scene and then left.

* * *

Kadim was looking outside with an anxious look on his face.

He thought about the phone call he had just hung up on.

It was clearly the number of a reporter he had been in contact with, but he was certain that it was not the reporter himself.

There were rules to currency.

1. Don’t say anything until the password is exchanged.

2. The person who makes the call first will speak first, and the person who receives the call will speak in response.

But the reporter didn’t say anything after making the call.

That means someone other than the reporter was holding the phone. It’s obvious who it was without even looking at it.

First of all, I had to get rid of this phone. It was a cannon phone, so it didn’t matter if I got rid of the phone. However, the only problem was that it made it harder to communicate with the people who were using the phone.

If I had known this would happen, I should have made several phones… .

That was when.

Ding-dong. The doorbell rang.

Kadim instinctively knew they were coming.

First of all, we have to deal with this cannon phone!

Damn. I should have planned this important thing in advance… .

bang!

They burst through the door in an instant. Several men quickly took over the house.

“Khadim bin Mukhtar Al Saud! You are under arrest for treason!”

Two sturdy men approached Khadim and tied him up.

“Treason! What kind of nonsense is that!”

Thud thud.

The man who arrested him walked into the room, found the cannon phone he was trying to dispose of, and grabbed it.

“It’s all here. The evidence that you’re in collusion with the traitors.”

“that…!”

In the first place, they are not traitors and neither am I! But I couldn’t bring myself to say those words.

Wasn’t it the current crown prince’s doing that drove him to the brink of death in the first place?

I never had any intention of rebellion, I just wanted to get out of the country.

That was all…!

I just wanted to live, but is this how it ended up?

“Okay, now let’s send… .”

Thud! Thud.

Blood spurted onto Kadim’s face.

And then his head, which seemed to be in charge of the scene, exploded.

Push push push.

All the agents at the scene collapsed in an instant.

What the heck is this…?

A silhouette of a person obscured his vision in the light streaming in through the door.

“Khadim bin Mukhtar Al Saud.”

An unidentified man called his name.

“Who are you…?”

Thud thud.

He walked slowly into the room.

The man wearing the fedora coat had a cold impression.

“It doesn’t matter who I am. It matters what I can do for you.”

“… … ?”

“You have two choices: either ascend to the throne or go to the gallows.”

To ascend to the throne…?

“What on earth do you mean?”

“Choose.”

“You’re asking me to choose all of a sudden? I don’t even know who you are!”

“… … .”

He didn’t answer, he just looked.

What on earth are you telling me to believe and choose when you suddenly appear?

“Give me a moment to think about it!”

“You’d better choose quickly. There’s not much time left. About six minutes.”

6 minutes? That’s how long it takes for police assistance to arrive.

“You? Isn’t this all your doing?! You’re not safe either, are you?”

How many dead people are there in this room?

“You don’t have to worry about me.”

Despite the man’s composure, Kadim deliberately did not respond.

Then I thought about it calmly.

The interest rate can’t afford to talk nonsense when the situation has come to this point.

So, ascending to the throne may be a feasible option… but how…?

In the first place, he is not saying that he will help you ascend to the throne, but rather, he is saying, ‘Go up.’

How can you show such an arrogant attitude?

Did the Al Saud royal family look that funny?

Even the United States wouldn’t dare think that way… .

Wheein. Wheein.

At the moment when I felt like I was really thinking about it for a moment, I heard a siren from far away.

Have reinforcements arrived already?

Even as they surrounded the house, the man stared at him without blinking.

What exactly is the source of that leisure?

Kadim looked at the man with wide eyes.

“What do you want in return?”

Only then did the man begin to answer as if he had been waiting.

“Promise me that you will never interfere with PMC’s business licenses or internal operations. Of course, you will not do anything that goes against Saudi Arabia’s interests or yours.”

…just that?

That won’t be all. They will demand it when I have the government in my hands, just as they want.

-Traitor Kadim, listen up! You are surrounded! I know you are still in there! Disarm and come out with your hands up! I say it again… .

The sound of heavily armed special forces moving in unison could be heard from here.

“Very well! I will do as you say. Come and make me king!”

Huh.

A smile appeared on the man’s lips.

“Wait in a safe place.”

The man who left that word went out the door.

What on earth are you doing…?

I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of courage that man had to go outside.

Unable to overcome his curiosity, he walked towards the window with the blinds drawn.

Ta-da-da-dang! Clang! Clang!

“Huh!”

A burst of gunfire ensued, completely shattering the window he was approaching.

A panicked Kadim lay flat on the floor and hid.

Ta-da-da-dang! Ta-da!!

-What the… What the heck is that kid! Subdue him right now… Ugh!

It seems that the bullet was not aimed at him.

The shooting continued and the fighting continued unabated.

And then at some point it became quiet.

Is this the end…?

Kadim lifted his head for a moment and checked his surroundings.

What happened to that guy?

I looked out the window.

A large number of armed soldiers are lying down and not moving.

What the heck is this…?

“Kadim.”

“Huh!”

Kadim turned around in surprise at the sudden voice from behind him.

A man in a fedora was standing there, soundly.

“Follow me.”

Kadim could only nod to his orders.