Working as a police officer in Mexico

Evening of August 14, Al-Kadasiya Palace.

Quiet as if even breathing has stopped...

Uday Hussein sat quietly in a high position, his gaze as fierce as a predatory eagle, flickering with panic, fear, and a hint of excitement.

"Your Highness, General Mahir, General Yizat, General Mizeban have arrived." A confidant ran in and knelt on the ground to report.

"Let them in."

"Yes!"

The confidant kept his head down, swallowing nervously, feeling especially tense today.

Although Saddam was the President, Uday liked being called Your Highness, symbolizing nobility and honor.

In no time, three strong men walked in, led by Saddam's cousin and Uday's uncle, Maher Sufian Tikriti, who once served as the Commander of the Republic Special Guard Corps!!

Because of vague financial affairs with Mexico and the United States, Saddam was outraged, dismissed him from his post, and sent him to manage pigs, so he held a lot of resentment and thus became very close to Uday.

The second one was Izat Cooper Zaki, the commander of "Uday's Suicide Squad"!

The third person, Mizban Hadi, the Vice Captain of the Babylon Palace Guard Corps!

These three individuals were the...assistants Uday had brought together.

Upon seeing them, Uday was very straightforward, "I'm planning to take out Saddam and Qusay!"

Mahir Sufian Tikriti's eyes lit up, standing up directly, kicking the chair in front of him, "Do it! Damn it, I've tolerated that Qusay for too long, undermining me in front of Saddam, causing me to be demoted to Chief of Logistics, an absolute insult, Uday! Let's raise an army, storm the Baghdad Palace, and seize that stupid position!"

He was very angry...

Mainly because he was narrow-minded. He used to hold great power, and now being made to manage logistics, the Chief role is practically just a puppet, how could he be satisfied with that?

Might as well rebel!

Izat Cooper Zaki, being a close ally of Uday, also stood up, patting his chest, "Your Highness, wherever you let me go, I will go! Even if it's to wage war against Israel, I won't hesitate."

As for this captain of the Suicide Squad named after himself, Uday was quite pleased, shifting his gaze to the last one, Mizban Hadi, the Vice Captain of the Babylon Palace Guard Corps, who supervised one of the gates on the right side of the palace, named Ishtar Gate by Saddam!

Mizban Hadi had a big beard, and his eyes were deep.

"What do you mean, speak up!" Uncle Maher Sufian Tikriti asked loudly, frowning.

"How many people do we have?"

Uday looked at his Suicide Squad Captain. Izat Cooper Zaki's expression darkened, "There are 120 remaining, the others have been transferred to the Saddam Kindergarten Regiment, and now...the control isn't with us."

"120 people!"

Upon hearing this number, all of them were taken aback.

What could these people do?

They wouldn't even suffice for a buffet.

"What's there to fear! 120 people are enough! An early strike, breaking into the Ishtar Gate, as long as we act fast, take out Saddam and Qusay, and support you as President, everything important can be achieved!"

Uncle Maher Sufian Tikriti, getting very excited, stressed his neck, and seeing Uday's starting to hesitate, couldn't resist anxiously stomping his feet, "Your Highness, we can't hesitate! Do it!"

"Yes, do it!"

"I'm willing to be the vanguard, leading us into Babylon Palace!"

Uday gritted his teeth, his eyes a little bloodshot, did he have another option?

Though the analogy wasn't appropriate, it was like the Zhen Guan year, with Qusay being Li Tai, and himself being the crippled Crown Prince, his father intending to depose the eldest son!

Would he still be alive if he waited for Qusay to come to power?

"Let's do it!"

He let out a roar from his throat as if he were a gambler with no way out.

"Are you on duty tomorrow?" he asked Mizban Hadi.

The latter nodded, "Yes! I'm on for the evening of the 15th."

"Good! Then we make our move tomorrow, attacking from the Ishtar Gate, deceiving Qusay into thinking Saddam wants to see him, and once he arrives, we take him out!"

As Uday uttered the words about fratricide and patricide, his tone trembled, unsure if it was excitement or thrill.

"Yes!!"

The three looked at each other, immediately responding.

Meanwhile, in the Babylon Palace.

Qusay walked out of Saddam's room, satisfied and content, he was pleased to be allowed to stay for the meal, while his foolish brother was driven out.

Father and son sipping wine, though their faith prohibited it, who cared? In Iraq, who could stop them?

Even their mother Sajida couldn't stop them!

Oh right, Sajida was also Saddam's cousin, meaning Qusay and Uday could also call Saddam—Uncle?!

Qusay was thrilled, earlier his father had patted his shoulder saying, "Your brother has a bad temper, is ungrateful, and reckless; I don't like him, you must strive hard; after I'm gone, all of Iraq's matters would still fall to you."

Qusay was holding back his excitement, obediently speaking well of Uday.

He knew, the more he spoke well of his older brother, the more displeased their father was, and as expected, he was scolded several times at the dinner table.

Standing in the fountain outside the Babylon Palace, Qusay raised his head, "I will be as great as Allah!"

…

August 15, 10:00 AM.

The United States Senate Speaker, Charles Grassley, led the delegation to arrive at Mexico Victor International Airport.

Casare personally greeted them at the scene.

The national TV station also provided live broadcasts.

In the broadcast, the two sides even embraced briefly, making it seem as if the two countries were lifelong allies.