"Quick, get me a phone, I need to find President Saddam Hussein," Zhang Feng shouted loudly.
In Zhang Feng's eyes, as a son, finding his father should be very easy.
To his surprise, Ghassar widened his innocent eyes and looked at Zhang Feng: "Second Young Master, unless His Excellency the President asks to see you, you won't be able to see President Saddam Hussein at all."
"Why?"
It seemed the Second Young Master had really forgotten some things after waking up from his sleep; Ghassar didn't know how best to explain. President Saddam Hussein had many official residences; if one wasn't a member of his closest security detail, they wouldn't know where he was at all. Moreover, now, in the midst of the war with Iran, President Saddam Hussein changed residences frequently to prevent attacks by spies.
Although Young Master Qusay was the President's second son, he was only sixteen years old this year and had not yet graduated from Baghdad University. Therefore, Young Master Qusay normally had no way of meeting President Saddam Hussein.
"I have urgent business with Dad, if it's too late it'll be too late," Zhang Feng said anxiously, the word 'Dad' clearly spoken by him in Arabic.
"Second Young Master, there really is no way to see His Excellency the President," Ghassar said. "No one knows where His Excellency is right now, whether he's in Baghdad or Basra."
Zhang Feng was at a loss. As a transmigrator, he clearly recalled the process of the Israeli Air Force bombing the Iraqi nuclear reactor as explained by his teacher in class. Now, he had just returned to this critical moment. Since he had become Saddam Hussein's second son, and since Zhang Feng knew all too well the suffering the Iraqi people had endured for decades, he had to find a way to prevent the nuclear reactor from being bombed!
"Then what about the Minister of Defense? Can we contact the Minister of Defense?" Zhang Feng asked.
This was truly difficult for Ghassar. He was only there to attend to Second Young Master Qusay's daily life. His immediate superior was the butler of this villa, and as for who the butler's superior was, he didn't know. And as for big figures like the President or the Minister of Defense, he might be familiar with their names, but they certainly weren't familiar with him!
The Minister of Defense at this time was Adnan Khairallah. He was the brother of Second Young Master Qusay's biological mother, Sajida Khairallah—meaning he was Qusay's uncle. However, trying to contact this uncle was also not easy.
"Forget it." Zhang Feng looked at Ghassar's troubled expression and asked, "Are those guards outside my personal guard?"
"In a sense," Ghassar said. "They were sent to protect the security of this official residence."
"Good, tell them to set out with me immediately for the Osirak Nuclear Reactor," Zhang Feng said.
Ghassar's mouth fell open: "Second Young Master, what are you going there for? If you want to go out, you should go for a stroll in downtown Baghdad!"
"Quick, assemble the entire guard and set out immediately. If we're late, the nuclear reactor will be in danger!" Zhang Feng said in a commanding tone.
"Second Young Master, you must put on some clothes first," Ghassar said.
"There's no time, get ready to leave now!"
Zhang Feng was ready to run to the garage downstairs in just his underwear. Ghassar followed behind him and draped an Arabic robe over him, wrapping Zhang Feng completely inside, then tied a headscarf on him. Instantly, Zhang Feng looked like a genuine Arab.
Opening the garage door, Zhang Feng took one look and started drooling. Wow, being the President's son is great—inside the garage was a brand-new Ferrari sports car!
The car's side doors were already open, and they opened upwards, like a majestic eagle about to take flight.
Zhang Feng hopped in without hesitation. A luxury car and a beautiful woman—if only there were a pretty girl sitting next to him, it would be even more comfortable.
Seeing Ghassar hesitating nearby, Zhang Feng decided to take him along.
"You drive that car next to it and bring the guards," Zhang Feng said, pointing to a Chinese-made Beijing Jeep 212 parked nearby.
"Yes, Second Young Master."
Zhang Feng pressed a button on the car, the doors on both sides lowered, and he turned the ignition switch, starting the engine.
The five-hundred-plus horsepower engine immediately roared beneath Zhang Feng's feet. Fortunately, it was a manual transmission; Zhang Feng didn't like automatic cars, he liked the feeling of shifting gears by hand.
Under Zhang Feng's control, the car immediately drove toward the main gate.
Ghassar also drove out the Beijing Jeep. Once through the gate, the guards nearby immediately jumped onto the vehicle, following behind the sports car.
There were about a dozen guards in total. Besides the few who squeezed into the car, the rest nimbly grabbed the external handrails and stood on the running boards below the doors.
Zhang Feng glanced in the rearview mirror; they looked exactly like typical terrorists from later-generation movies.
However, Zhang Feng knew that so-called 'terrorists' were actually just defined by the Americans. In their eyes, anyone who didn't align with them was a terrorist. Syria was, Cuba was; everything was a political game.
Israel crossing several countries and traveling thousands of miles to bomb the nuclear reactor of the sovereign nation of Iraq—did that count as terrorism? In the future, Israel successfully bombed the reactor and instead received no condemnation because the Americans backed them. In America, Jews were a group of successful high-level individuals with great political influence.
Although he had never been here, Zhang Feng seemed to have an instinct. He drove the sports car straight toward the Osirak Nuclear Reactor, 32 kilometers southeast of Baghdad.
Time passed second by second, and Zhang Feng was highly tense. According to his instructor's explanation, today was Sunday, and most officers were not at the military camp. How could he prevent the sneak attack by the planes from succeeding? Zhang Feng was also feeling very uneasy.
By now, it was exactly 4:00 PM.
A massive, sixty-foot-high domed concrete building gradually appeared before his eyes, with horseshoe-shaped earthen embankments on three sides and numerous other buildings all around. Zhang Feng knew the nuclear reactor had been reached; that conspicuous building just now was the 'Tammuz-1' nuclear reactor.
A roadblock blocked by barbed wire appeared ahead, where a few soldiers were standing guard out of boredom.
Seeing a dazzling sports car arrive followed by a vehicle full of soldiers, the soldiers quickly wiped the smiles off their faces and stepped forward to inspect.
Ghassar stuck his head out and said, "Open the roadblock, quickly!"
"Excuse me, do you have documents from above?" one soldier asked.
"It's an emergency, open the roadblock quickly and let us in!" Ghassar said.
Seeing no documents, the soldier hesitated. The nuclear reactor was a top-secret location and strangers couldn't just be let in at will. Even though the other party was wearing the same military uniform as himself, who knew if they were Iranians in disguise. A while back, the Iranians had even sent planes to air-raid the reactor; one couldn't be too careful.
Seeing the two of them starting to bicker, Zhang Feng grew anxious, opened the sports car door, and stepped out.
Seeing the person inside the sports car come out, the soldier knew that this person was the real authority.
*Slap, slap!* Zhang Feng didn't hesitate to give the other man two loud slaps across the face, leaving him stunned.
"You!" Seeing Zhang Feng's imposing manner, the soldier's courage failed him first.
The other soldiers, seeing things taking a bad turn, quickly stepped forward, leveled their AK-47 rifles, racked the bolts, and shouted loudly, "Who are you?"
The guards on the vehicle, seeing the situation, also jumped down and leveled their guns.
"Who am I? I am Qusay Abdullah ibn Saddam Hussein," Zhang Feng said coldly.
Qusay? All the soldiers shuddered. People who could drive such a luxurious sports car were few to begin with, not to mention the license plate was Number 1. They knew this person was the President's second son. In fact, they knew more about the President's eldest son, Uday, who was said to be ruthless. Having offended Qusay today, would he have them all taken out and shot?
Fear had already appeared in their eyes.
Zhang Feng gave a cold laugh. If 'my dad is Li Gang' was enough to act like a big shot, then how much more so when his dad was Saddam Hussein? In Iraq, who would dare be disrespectful?
"Take me to see your highest-ranking officer here immediately. I have urgent military intelligence for him," Zhang Feng said.
"Re-report, Excellency Qusay, the highest-ranking officer here... he, he is not at the camp," the soldier said.
"Then call your deputy commander here," Zhang Feng said.
"Re-report, the deputy commander isn't here either."
Zhang Feng's face turned cold. Sure enough, just as the instructor had said, today was the weekend, and the foolish officers guarding the nuclear reactor had all gone to Baghdad for the weekend. Needless to say, they surely had their mistresses there.
"How many people are left here?" Zhang Feng asked.
Looking at this soldier's face, which was trembling with fear, a chill rose in Zhang Feng's heart. Oh crap, please don't tell me only you few soldiers guarding the entrance are left.
In fact, the defenses around the Osirak Nuclear Reactor were still very tight. Zhang Feng had observed just now that there were at least a hundred anti-aircraft guns and a dozen triple-launcher vehicles for SAM-6 low-altitude missiles.
However, these weapons all required people to operate them. If those damn people had all gone to Baghdad, then he would be completely out of luck.
Most of the people in the camp had slipped away; anyway, no one was checking. These few men were the unlucky ones, the ones least liked by the officers, who had been sent to guard the road. Otherwise, they would have wanted to go for a stroll in Baghdad too.
But they didn't know if they should tell the truth to this Excellency Qusay in front of them. If this matter were reported and the President found out, there's no telling how many people would lose their heads.
"Speak up, how many people are left? I don't have time for nonsense with you. Are the people who can operate the missiles still here?" Zhang Feng asked.
As for the Soviet-made SAM-6 missiles, Zhang Feng still trusted them relatively well. In the Fourth Arab-Israeli War, SAM-6 anti-aircraft missiles had shot down many Israeli planes. Where the SAM-6 suffered setbacks was in the 1982 Bekaa Valley air battle, where the Israelis found a way to counter the SAM-6. For now, the SAM-6 was still invincible.
However, operating the SAM-6 was extremely complex. There were radar vehicles, launcher vehicles, and logistics support vehicles. It required a team of at least about twenty people to accurately operate this kind of anti-aircraft missile.
At this time, it was still far from the level where a single keyboard and mouse could control the entire system.
"Report, Excellency Qusay, the missile company was still here half an hour ago. Later, they drove away," the soldier said.
Supposedly, the commander of the missile company had been beaten up by someone in a bar in Baghdad. He was so indignant that he called back to get people to help him get even, and the personnel on duty for the missile company had all left as well. In such scorching weather, it was too hot to stay in those launcher vehicles. No one was willing to be on duty either.
Zhang Feng's vision went dark. Sigh, even the people assigned to duty had run off; no wonder the Israeli planes would bomb the nuclear reactor so easily.
Should he just give up like this?
Never! A thought suddenly flashed through Zhang Feng's mind.