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In fact, Syria's crude oil reserves are not large, accounting for less than 1% of the world's total. However, Syria's geographical location is extremely important.

Syria is located in western Asia, on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean Sea. It borders Turkey to the north, Iraq to the east, Jordan to the south, Lebanon and Palestine to the southwest, and Cyprus across the Mediterranean Sea to the west.

Coupled with ethnic and religious conflicts, Syria has become a powder keg in the Middle East, ready to explode at any moment.

The United States and other Western countries, taking advantage of the chaotic situation in the Middle East, used their powerful military strength to forcibly establish the petrodollar system, making the dollar the world's currency and thus economically colonizing the world.

To maintain the dollar's hegemony, the United States has not hesitated to directly send troops to attack countries such as Afghanistan and Iraq. Now, because of Syria's stance, it is reasonable to take action against Syria.

Inside the presidential palace on Pasa Island, in the conference room.

After listening to Anthony's words, Barsha was almost in a daze. He didn't expect that Pasa Island, a small island nation with a population of just over ten million, would have such great ambitions.

After the last Inpa War, Pasa Island's military strength has been witnessed by all countries in the world, and it can be said to be very powerful.

However, strong military strength does not mean strong war potential.

Not to mention anything else, just relying on Pasa Island's small land area, how can it withstand the nuclear strikes of those world powers? Moreover, Pasa Island does not currently have nuclear weapons.

"Your Excellency President," Anthony looked at Barsha's nervous expression and smiled, "You don't need to be nervous. I said, that's just Pasa Island's goal."

He changed his tone and continued, "At least in the short term, Pasa Island has no plans to do so. Moreover, it's not something that your government forces can quickly quell the domestic war in a day or two, right?"

As he spoke, Anthony stared at him fixedly.

Barsha pursed his lips tightly, without saying a word.

Seeing Barsha's expression, Anthony didn't urge him. Instead, he took out a cigar and began to puff out smoke, leaving Barsha to ponder alone.

After a long time.

Anthony took the lead in breaking the silence, "Your Excellency President, there is not much time left for you to consider. You must know that although we helped you repel the offensive of the rebel army this time,

But overall, the strength of the rebel army has not been greatly damaged. You need to make a decision as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Barsha's hands trembled slightly, and he was in a dilemma.

"Moreover, how much worse can the situation in Syria get?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Barsha's head, giving him a thorough chill.

Yes! How much worse can the situation get? He couldn't help but think of the refugees fleeing everywhere and the dilapidated ruins in his country. His eyes gradually became firm.

"President, the Syrian people are willing to serve you!" Barsha lowered his head slightly, clenching his teeth.

Seeing this, Anthony smiled, "Not for me, but for Mr. Fang!"

Barsha raised his head, and the two looked at each other and laughed together.

February 13th.

Three days have passed since Pasa Island sent troops to Syria.

The weather on the streets of New York in February was a bit cold, and passers-by were wrapped in thick clothes. However, some capitalist beauties were still wearing short skirts and stockings in such cold weather, frequently attracting the attention of passers-by.

At the United Nations Headquarters, three black cars stopped at the entrance.

As soon as Li Zhe got out of the car, he was shivered by the cold wind on the street and couldn't help but shiver.

"The weather in New York is really cold." He muttered.

Li Zhe is the representative of Pasa Island attending the Security Council this time. As a Chinese politician in Pasa Island, Li Zhe's promotion speed can be described as lightning fast.

From an unknown government clerk to representing Pasa Island at the United Nations Security Council, Li Zhe's career can be described as smooth sailing.

He sometimes couldn't help but sigh that ability is not as important as standing on the right team in some cases. He has been able to rise steadily in the Pasa Island government system because he is backed by Zhao Anquan, the big boss.

"Minister, be careful of the cold!"

The accompanying staff member next to him saw Li Zhe shrug his shoulders and hurriedly stepped forward, preparing to put a coat on him.

Li Zhe waved his hand, indicating that it was not necessary, and walked towards the gate of the United Nations Headquarters.

When Li Zhe stepped into the Security Council meeting hall, the huge venue was basically full of representatives from various countries. Everyone saw Li Zhe walking in last and turned to look at him.

"Sorry! I'm late." Li Zhe nodded slightly in apology.

"Mr. Li, please sit down!"

The US representative, who was hosting the meeting in the center of the round table, stretched out his hand and said.

Li Zhe nodded, quickly found his seat, and put on the headphones in the conference room.

The US representative saw Li Zhe settled down and nodded, "This United Nations Security Council meeting was initiated by the permanent member, the United States, mainly to discuss the missile attack on Syria on February 10."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glanced at Li Zhe and continued, "Syria because of"

Li Zhe listened to the US representative's long introduction to Syria's ethnic conflicts, religious beliefs, freedom and democracy, and couldn't help but feel a little drowsy. Not only Li Zhe, but many other country representatives were half-closed and out of state.

"Cough cough!" Suddenly, the US representative coughed.

When everyone heard this violent cough, they barely recovered and looked at the speaking US representative.

"So, we would like to ask, why did Pasa Island take the initiative to intervene in the Syrian war?"

The US representative pointed the finger directly at Pasa Island, and all the representatives attending the meeting turned their attention to it.

"What? Oh," Li Zhe came back to his senses and leaned closer to the slender microphone in front of him, "Your country believes that our Pasa Island intervened in the Syrian war. I wonder if there is any evidence?"

Li Zhe said with a smile.

"OK," the US representative seemed to have expected Li Zhe to ask this question, "These are photos taken by our pilots during the Damascus battle."

As he spoke, a photo of the T-1 powered armor appeared on the large screen in the conference room. This was the first time that Pasa Island's mecha was so clearly exposed to the world.

"Oh, my God! What is this?!"

"God, I can't believe it!"

"Is this Pasa Island's secret weapon?"

Countries suddenly started talking, and the entire meeting scene became like a vegetable market, extremely noisy.

"Quiet!"

The US representative hosting the meeting knocked on the gavel on the conference table and said loudly.

After all, the world's boss spoke, and the countries quieted down, waiting for Pasa Island's explanation.

Li Zhe leisurely straightened the tie on his chest and stood up.