Chapter 1503 - The Battle over The Throne (1/2)
The news of the death of the King quickly spread all over the world.
Even if Jiang Chen did not learn the information from Ghost Agents, he saw the video of Riyadh placed under martial law on YouTube and learned the death of the King. The sudden change caught him somewhat off-guard as he passed away shortly after the crown prince was replaced. At this moment, he didn’t know how to comment on this matter.
Nouveau York Empire State Building.
Jiang Chen sat in front of the desk. He was on a video call with Ayesha and listened to the intelligence from the Middle East.
“Yesterday at 12 o’clock noon, Old Salman died of a heart attack. Before he died, he only said two words, ‘Make Yerif’.”
“Is the news reliable?” Jiang Chen asked.
“Very reliable,” Ayesha nodded at the other end of the holographic screen, then continued, “At that time, our agents in the Middle East were monitoring the palace, and all of their conversations were recorded.”
“Send me the recording,” Jiang Chen said.
“It has been sent to your mailbox.”
He tapped on the holographic screen, opened his mail, took out a set of earphones from his drawer, then put them into his ears.
After listening to the entire recording, he was silent, and it was only after a while before he finally spoke again.
“Delete everything except the last words of the dialogue from the old Salman and what happened after.”
“Last words?”
“That’s right. Old Salman only said ‘Make Yerif’, but didn’t say what he is going to make Yerif. Based on the context of the conversation, he perhaps wanted to send Yerif to prison, but if we delete the part before that,” After a pause, Jiang Chen looked at Ayesha and said softly, “We can also interpret his last words as making Yerif the true successor of his throne.”
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The last group of troops arrived in eastern Jordan. So far, all mercenaries controlled by Celestial Trade were withdrawn from Syria.
Celestial Trade Officer handed over control of the army to Yerif’s confidant. Although this Madagascar-based mercenary force trained by Celestial Trade did not possess the same combat effectiveness as Celestial Trade’s army, its training and weapon were no inferior to any special force in the world.
From the S1 kinetic skeleton, to the assault rifle in their hands, to the Scythe drone equipped, this undesignated force was fully equipped with the standard configuration of Future Military’s export model.
After Yerif returned a Saudi-style military salute to the commander of Celestial Trade, he felt a mixture of emotions as he watched the commander get on the SUV and drive away.
It was never his intention to enter a military conflict with his brother and rely on force to become the ruler of his country. This army was originally prepared to implement his reform plan, and he never thought that there would be a day when he has to use this it.
However, at this point, it seemed that the decision was no longer in his control.
Celestial Trade did not only just send the promised army, but also gave him a perfect excuse. Regardless of what the true intention of the old king was, he did mention Yerif’s name before he died. The prestige of young Salman in the country was inferior compared to him, even with old Salman’s confidant, Itami’s help. With his own prestige in the kingdom, his chance of winning was very high.
He did not need to face the entire kingdom; he just had to defeat the supporters of young Salman.
He took a deep breath, turned his head, then looked at his confidant next to him.
“How many people are still on our side.”
“The commander of the 36th Mechanized Division is willing to help us, but at the same time, he also expressed his unwillingness to see this country slip into a civil war. Our allies in the kingdom are all on our side, and they promised that as long as we take back Riyadh from the hands of the young Salman, they will recognize you as the new king.”
“Excellent.”
Yerif nodded.