"By the way, Miss Ragna? Why don't I see her?"

Bao Junyi smiled and said, "She's pregnant. She's on a private plane now and isn't feeling well. The medical staff are checking her out."

"Pregnant?"

Wang Gang immediately thought of something and said in surprise: "Boss, that's not..."

"Haha, you don't have to say it if you understand, including what I asked you to do."

"I hope you can keep these things to yourself forever. This will be good for you and your family. Do you understand?" Bao Junyi smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

Wang Gang's body trembled instantly, and he understood what the words meant. He nodded heavily and said, "Boss, I understand."

Bao Junyi smiled and said, "Very good, let's go too."

"Quickly arrange your troops here. We will gather at Bagdad Airport."

"Yes, boss."

Bao Junyi nodded, turned around, and boarded the An-24 private plane with his bodyguards again, flying to Bageda.

At the same time, there were several F-16 fighter jets and F-18 Hornet fighter jets accompanying and escorting the aircraft.

However.

Wang Gang watched Bao Junyi's back as he left, watching how he gradually became the richest man in Hong Kong, and how he developed Miracle Group into a top global company step by step.

He also watched how Bao Junyi grew from a young man to the pinnacle of power step by step.

At the same time, he also warned himself not to leak relevant information, which led to him not drinking alcohol from then on for fear of endangering his family.

...

at the same time.

While Bao Junyi was taking action, Shat, who was next to Iraq, also noticed something was wrong.

Prince Surtan, holding the Iraqi intelligence, asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Why is there traffic control in Iraq?"

"Moreover, a large number of important leaders actually rushed to Bageda."

Nicholas Aziz, the third prince of Saudi Arabia, replied, "Uncle, is Iraq going to hold a meeting?"

"Otherwise, it would be impossible to have such prestige and call all the departments together for a meeting."

Prince Surtan stroked his beard and nodded, saying, "It's possible."

"However, after Sadamu's death, there are no more direct descendants. Moreover, his two sons died on the front lines several years ago."

"Now..."

Prince Surtan said in shock: "Could it be..."

"Uncle, did you find anything?"

Prince Surtan shook his head and said, "I'm not sure either, but the idea is too absurd."

"After all, that guy is just a businessman. It's impossible for him to have such big ambitions."

"Uncle, who is that boy you are talking about?"

Prince Surtan turned around and glanced at Nicolas Aziz before slowly saying, "That boy is—Bao Junyi!"

Nicola Aziz asked in surprise: "Bao Junyi?"

"What does he have to do with this?"

Prince Surtan glanced at him, then thought of Bao Junyi and shook his head helplessly. Why was there such a big gap between the two?

He sighed bitterly and said, "He wants to be the king behind Iraq!"

Nicola Aziz was shocked and said, "What?!"

"He...he actually wants to take Iraq's position?"

"But he is not Iraqi, so he is unlikely to get support."

Prince Surtan smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "Perhaps, you have forgotten someone."

"Who is it?" Nicholas Aziz asked curiously.

"Haha, Ragna, the daughter of Saddam."

"Bao Junyi can support his woman and take that position to achieve his goal of controlling Iraq."

"hiss!"

Nicholas Aziz took a deep breath, his face full of disbelief. He didn't expect it could be done this way.

"Uncle, that means Bao Junyi will definitely take that position."

Prince Surtan shook his head and sneered, "It's not that easy."

"Will the United States and Russia agree?"

"They have been planning for the Middle East for a long time. How could they let Bao Junyi take advantage of it?"

"Uncle, that wouldn't mean the two superpowers would personally intervene."

"Willn't the situation in the Middle East become even more tense by then?"

Prince Surtan shook his head and smiled bitterly. He walked to the French window, looked at the houses in the distance, and murmured, "I don't know either. I hope we won't be implicated."

"Otherwise, we at Sate will also be dragged into this storm."

......

Located in the White House, U.S. Presidential Palace.

Li Gen frowned and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Is this unit owned by Bao Junyi from the Miracle Group?"

The Secretary General said: "Yes, Mr. President."

"The CIA intelligence personnel we sent are closely monitoring the Lubaier oil field base."

"This mechanized force set out from the Lubaier Oilfield Base and headed straight towards the capital, Bageda."

Regan was shocked: "What?!"

"When did this unit set out?"

"Mr. President, based on the time the intelligence was transmitted, it's estimated to be two hours."

Li Gen was surprised and hurried back to his seat, searching for the intelligence from the previous few days in his drawer.

"Found it."

"Mr. President, what did you find?"

Li Gen carefully read through the previous intelligence, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy as he read. He said in a cold voice, "That brat Bao Junyi actually had all this prepared?"

"I was wondering why there were so many mercenaries and tanks stationed at the Qubai Oil Base. I thought it was to prevent a surprise attack from Iran."

"Now it seems that it may not be as simple as I thought."

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