Chapter 242: Is This Necessary?_1
Yadalev was thirty-six years old this year, and he had been in the arms trade for eight years. He was not a big shot in the industry, but neither was he a greenhorn just starting out.
Since when did a dispute between arms dealers warrant an airstrike?
Was the value of that shipment worth more than the missiles fired tonight?
He couldn't understand how Americans, with their bellies full, could help someone like Salah to go against their own.
The fast response to lock onto him was one thing, and deploying helicopters was another, but now even ground troops were arriving. Americans dreaded casualties in war, and ever since ISIS was wiped out in Mosul, their ground troops had only been responsible for training Iraqis, saving themselves even the trouble of patrols.
But now not only had armored vehicles arrived, shadows loomed suggesting a large number of personnel. This was gearing up for a ground assault.
Something was definitely off, but what it was, he couldn't tell.
What now?