Chapter 329: Moving Onto the Second Target
Alex spent the rest of the day with La Madre. Whether it was in her bath, in her bed, or in her pool. The two of them went at it like rabbits for some time, before finally passing out in the woman’s bedroom. And by the next morning he had disappeared, leaving a small note behind about how much he enjoyed the brief time they had spent together.
As for Where Alex disappeared to, it was obviously his home in Las Vegas. Not necessarily because he had anything to do there, but because his private jet was at its airport. And he needed that to take him to his next target.
Getting to Iran as an American citizen was difficult. But luckily for him, Alex had the skill [Master of Disguise] which allowed him to effectively pretend to be someone else with a false identity and appearance to match.
Because of this, he could gain access to the hostile country without any hassle. Now the narrative had been re-written after Alex boldly declared himself to be a vicious drug lord. So much so that nobody really knew that fact except for him and the women he had conquered in Mexico. And their lips were sealed.
Since this was the case, Alex had never visited Iran, nor had he helped them obtain nuclear technology. Nor had he met Jasmine, or pissed off her father as a result. Considering how poorly things had worked out for him the last time, he tried to win over the girl. Alex knew he needed a game plan when visiting Iran this time.
Luckily for him, it was a long flight from Las Vegas to Tehran, and thus he had plenty of time to think of such a thing. Getting close to Jasmine meant that Alex had to get close to her father, who was a general in the IRGC. In order to do this, Alex needed to establish ties with the IRGC.
When Alex really thought about this, he knew there was one effective way to do this. After all, the situation between Los Zetas and the United States was still, shall we say, unstable? And because the narrative had been changed, Los Zetas no longer had a pipeline of Iranian weapons coming into their country to fuel their army of would be guerillas.
It only made sense for Alex to use his status as the shadow behind La Madre’s throne to establish ties with the Iranian government, more specifically, its military branches and arms manufacturing companies.
“Hey, I need a favor… I forgot to mention this when I was in town, but it’s urgent.”
La Madre was indeed surprised to see Alex call her so quickly after he had left her arms. But she was happy to talk to the man and help him in any way she could. After all, the man was basically her god now. And thus there was a tone of excitement in her alluring voice as she spoke to her man.
“Anything you need, baby, as long as it is in my power, I’ll provide it to you!”
This comment caused Alex to smirk, not that the woman could actually see it, and thus he had a bit of a conceited tone in his voice as he made his request perfectly clear.”
“I’m heading overseas to secure weapons and munitions for you and your people. If you have contacts in Iran, let them know I’m coming.”
This was a shocking thing to La Madre. After all, she had been rather worried about a potential invasion from the USA. But 500 billion dollars a year was a lot of money, if even 1/5th of it went to supplying her Sicarios and expanding their numbers. She would have a military budget that would place Los Zetas as Fourth in the world, right below Russia, whose current military budget was 109 billion a year.
With access to Iranian weapons networks, this could theoretically include Russian and Chinese weapons as well. Meaning that Los Zetas could theoretically create a guerilla army with enough capability to deal some serious damage to the US Armed Forces should they invade Mexico.
Knowing this, La Madre was practically gushing at Alex’s “generous” offer, and immediately declared she would handle it while practically having hearts in her eyes.
“Oh, baby, you’re the best! No problem, I’ll take care of it. You enjoy your flight!”
After saying this, La Madre hung up intending to quickly get to work to help Alex in any way she could. Knowing that La Madre was handling his means of contact with the Iranian military, Alex no longer had to worry about the first step of his plan to win over Jasmine, and more importantly her father, who no doubt would be a tough nut to crack.
Without her father’s approval, Alex could hardly count on conquering Jasmine. Thus he began to plot and scheme how to best make this happen, while making his identity unknown to those intelligence operatives of the United States and Israel who no doubt would be lurking around trying to figure out what’s going on.
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In Riyadh, the Saudi King was beside himself. His daughter had run away from home in order to escape from her engagement to the Prince of Oman. The Omani royal family was obviously not happy about this and was demanding compensation, which was borderlining on extortion.
The plan to use Omani troops to swiftly end the war in Yemen had failed entirely because of his daughter’s own selfishness. And while intelligence agencies of both Oman and Saudi Arabia were sparing no expense to find the missing princess. She had shockingly herself decided to contact her father, who was just now alerted to this when his servant came into the room and handed him a phone.
“Sire… Your daughter is on the line…”
The old Saudi King damn near had a heart attack as he grabbed the phone and demanded to know where his daughter was hiding.
“Aisha, where the hell are you!?! Do you have any idea the mess you have caused!?!?”
Contrary to what he was expecting Aisha’s voice was not timid, rather, it was calm, collected, and most importantly stern as she began to speak to her father about her intentions of properly marrying Alex. Intentions the man in question had no idea about.
“Father, we need to talk…”