"Officer, you must be mistaken, we are transporting flour!" Saeed Ibn shouted his innocence and went to open the container. As soon as he opened it, the densely packed flour inside was revealed.
"No! These are drugs!" the lieutenant said to Saeed Ibn word by word.
"No, no, it's just flour."
The lieutenant disengaged his pistol's safety with a click and lifted the gun, pointing it at him, "It's drugs!"
Saeed Ibn's pupils suddenly constricted.
"Lieutenant, this is defamation, I protest! Protest!"
The second mate raised his hands, shouting and looking very agitated!
The lieutenant glanced at his subordinates, and three soldiers ran over, grabbed the second mate, and to everyone's shock, threw him into the sea!
The nearby Iraqis were frightened and panicky, some even tried to run and were tripped to the ground by a soldier's kick.
"Iraqi ships are not allowed into Mexican waters, and you are trafficking drugs. Prepare to go to jail, take the ship back to port!"
"It's a wrongful accusation, truly wrongful!" Saeed Ibn yelled.
"Whether it's wrongful or not, Jesus doesn't know, Allah doesn't know, but Victor knows! Did you not know you have to pay tribute to enter the Gulf of Mexico? We do care about human rights, though, call your family for bail, $200,000 per person!"
"If the money isn't paid in three days, get ready to sit in jail."
Saeed Ibn was left agape at what he heard.
Even the Somali pirates wouldn't dare to play .
The "Duke Victor" roamed the waters of the Gulf of Mexico, detaining any Iraqi ship it encountered. This was already the seventh one.
Well, let Saddam come and hit me then.
I'll be waiting for you in the waters of North America.
Ask him if he dares to come.
Beyond the waters, in Mexico, all with Iraqi nationality were expelled. Victor didn't establish any concentration camps because he respected life.
That would be too inhumane.
He was after the Iraqi government!
Indeed, when the news of the "hijacking" of the merchant ship reached Baghdad,
the spokesperson and minister, Sahaf, said on TV, "This is a shameful act of piracy! The Mexican people should feel ashamed!"
And demanded the immediate release of hostages, otherwise, Iraq would take further actions.
In response, the official Mexican government gave a very formal reply, but the Northern Governor's Office simply said, "See you on the battlefield! Coward!"
Saddam, enraged, smashed a dozen crystal glasses in the official residence before storming into Uday's villa, where he almost lost his head at the sight before him.
His imprisoned son was sleeping with seven or eight women, naked no less.
Saddam went up to Uday and started slapping him left and right, turning his face black with blows, blood spurting from his mouth. It was only the arrival of Qusay and many loyalists who promptly restrained him that prevented Uday from being beaten to death.
"Father, calm down, my brother certainly didn't do it on purpose," Qusay said as he stroked his father's back, then turned to Uday, "Brother, apologize quickly, this..."
Unexpectedly, Uday raised his head and spat out this word straight at Qusay.
Saddam truly couldn't stand it anymore, rained down punches and kicks on Uday, beating him to the ground, and, still furious, kicked him in the chest.
"Father, father! Stop beating him, brother Uday didn't mean to insult me," Qusay pleaded, but seemed to exacerbate the situation.
"You will stay here for the rest of your life! If I catch you violating rules again, I'll kill you myself!"
With that, Saddam left the room.
Qusay looked at Uday on the ground, who, clutching his chest, glared at him with a venomous look, "Bastard!"
Qusay's face stiffened momentarily, but then he smiled, "Don't worry, brother, once father cools down, I'll surely persuade him on your behalf. Sorry, I have to deal with state affairs now, you stay here."
Uday seethed with hatred!
Hatred for Qusay, for Victor, even for Saddam!
We're both his sons, why treat me so harshly?
What's wrong with sleeping with women?
Aren't women meant to be slept with?
What's wrong with killing your bodyguard?
I am your eldest son!
Uday's psychology gradually warped, as the butler and servants came to help him up.
"Am I very pitiful?" he suddenly asked the butler who had been with him for over a decade. The man paused in shock, and in that moment of hesitation, Uday became enraged, grabbed the butler's head, and plunged a knife from the table into his neck!
The force was so fierce that even the hilt went in.
The butler's eyes bulged!
A "heh heh" noise came from his throat, like a blower, disbelief in his eyes as he looked down, then he collapsed onto the floor, convulsing.
The surrounding servants screamed and ran out in a panic, with some shouting, "Murder! Murder!"
This further triggered Uday, who took the golden AK47 off the wall, cocked it, and started spraying bullets at the servants!
Such luxury, even the bullets were made of gold.
But hitting people indeed hurt.
Uday wasn't satisfied yet; he looked at the women in bed and fired off his gun!
The "pleasure room" turned into a bloody hell...
When he aimed the gun at the last woman, "click, click, click!"
The chamber was empty!
The woman's eyes were wide, shaking all over, her sheer garb falling off, revealing all her splendor.
Uday grabbed her neck with one hand, squeezing hard!
In no time, her face turned from red to ashen, desperation in her eyes, but this only fueled his ferocity; the grip became heavier until she breathed her last.
Uday, clutching his chest, stood up with a grim look in his eyes.