Reborn Dubai As A Prince

Although this trick of the Propaganda and Development Department is a bit shameless, it is very effective. It is false to use the name of these religious well-known people to carry out high-level black acts, which really aroused the public's disgust.

After succeeding, McGidd launched the next offensive: "Which organizations are the most vocal in opposition?"

"There are several around religious activities." The subordinate gave the information.

"Find a reason to ban them."

Mejid sentenced them to death. Her goal was not limited to the rape case. She wanted to take advantage of this opportunity of public indignation to consolidate the foundation of secularization.

The power of secularization is like a small sapling that grows hard in the desert. If it is not watered regularly, it will be swallowed by sand sooner or later.

She now wants it to grow faster. So after giving Hood the arrangement to continue to provoke, she focused on the most stubborn group of conservative forces—the Religious Police Wan

The religious police are definitely the scourge of the secular people. The royal family doesn't like them, but they can't be easily banned because of their faith. After all, there are conservative people in this country

But that doesn't mean the religious police are invulnerable. As a matter of fact, when anything has developed to a certain level, nothing is clean. The religious police secretly eat, drink and enjoy themselves in the name of religion. How can this be rare?

Mejid has obtained the authorization of the crown prince, used a state secret weapon, obtained some monitoring authority, and obtained evidence.

Although monitoring the people will be opposed, democracy is always relative! The people are clamoring for national security and anti-terrorism and anti-violence, so what if the country monitors you?

The United Arab Emirates is located in the Middle East, and there are so many explosive packages around, so of course we should be more cautious. In short, she obtained some evidence against the religious police from this obscure field.

The Ministry of Propaganda and Development pointed the spearhead at the religious police, claiming that law enforcement agencies do not have reasonable supervision, which is prone to corruption and degeneration, and finally embezzles the interests of the people.

Mejid communicated with the police chief on the phone: "The evidence we provided, even from the point of view of the Islamic law, is also a foul. I hope you can control these officers."

"What is the crime to be charged?" The police department was very cooperative in this regard, and perhaps it also got the crown prince's intention. You must know that the police chief has a good relationship with the crown prince.

"Endangering national security, distorting religious facts and spreading extremist ideas..." A bunch of words that can kill people ran out from Majid's red lips.

"We will carry out legal control after obtaining evidence."

Putting down the phone, McGidd showed a somewhat smug smile on his face. She admits that she has a little personal grudge, but who made the religious group shout to flog her?

But after the pleasure of revenge passed, the beautiful female minister reflected on it. Conflict and confrontation are not the best way to solve the problem at the moment, and mutual containment is the real way.

On the way home by the driver, she kept thinking about this question. After all, religion is still the main theme of this country, and the secularists will not be able to bear it if they continue to confront them.

"Go to the garage." She told the driver, "I have an appointment with a friend, drive by yourself, you can come back from get off work. w

"Okay miss." The driver drove the car to the basement.

Mejid and her feminist friends had something to discuss tonight, so she walked to her tall SUV, played with her phone with her head down, and texted them that she was coming soon.

She opened the door and got into the car without looking carefully, started the car, and then the phone rang suddenly, and the screen showed an unfamiliar number, and she answered it.

"Majid bint al-Fani bin Zayed al-Bedaya?"

"Who are you?" McGidd questioned.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you have to know that there is a pressure sensor bomb under your ass now, as long as you leave your seat, you will be responsible for the consequences!"

"Bomb?" She frowned.

The Sheikh finally nailed down the draft for Phase 2 in Dubai.

The most important thing is the foundation. He will provide better policy treatment for fields such as chip manufacturing, new energy or biomedicine, and ensure the form of legislation.

After completing this pile of work, it is time to wait for the bill to be passed. On the way back, I finally had time to pay attention to the recent affairs of the Publicity Department, so I called McGidd's number.

The user was in the middle of a call... He hung up the phone and called her assistant again. Anyway, it was to understand the progress, and it was the same for anyone—the call was connected quickly.

"Prince Sahil?"

"It's me, I just want to ask—"

"Things are not good!" There was a nervousness in the other party's voice, something happened to the deputy minister!"

"Hey! Calm down!" Sheikh calmed down the chaotic voice, "What happened?"

"Her car was planted with a bomb, and the terrorists threatened to detonate it if she left, and she is now trapped in the car!"

"What?!"

Sheikh's voice can't help being a little louder, bomb?

"Wait, how is she doing now? Have you notified the police? Call the anti-team!"

"She's fine at the moment, but she can't leave her seat. The police, special police, and anti-terrorists have all arrived, and the surrounding area is currently being cordoned off. They need to implement electromagnetic shielding."

"Okay, okay, I'll go there right away." Sheikh hung up the phone feeling uneasy, bomb threat? This feels too far away from himself and Dubai.

Although it is located in a Middle Eastern country, the law and order in Dubai is exceptional. Terrorist attacks were planned, but they were all eliminated in the brewing stage. Usually, a murder case is rare.

But it's useless to think about it, the solution, the solution? The phone rang at this time, and it showed that it was McGide's private number.

He quickly answered: "Majid?"

"It's me." The other party's voice seemed to be calm, "How are you?"

"I should be the one to ask, are you okay? I'm passing!"

"No, no! Don't come!" She knew that she had already told the prince, "This is a bomb, don't come here!"

"It will be fine, the bomb disposal experts have already passed." Xie He comforted, but he was completely confused, and he didn't know the situation there at all.

"I don't know." She was trying her best to calm herself down, "The other party asked me to release 807, and I have asked the police to do so, but it is not ruled out that the other party's telegraph includes me."

"Just do what they say and you'll be fine."

She was thinking on the phone: "I've calculated all the possibilities, I might die...Listen to me! Don't come here! The appearance of being blown up is too ugly, you can't see it!"

Her excessive composure frightened him, and Xie He hurriedly said: "You will be safe and sound, and the matter can be resolved. We meet the other party's conditions, and the other party will let you go. This is a good deal!"

She's a little messed up: "There's so much I haven't done yet! I fell in love with a man but didn't give him my full trust. I can't die so young! I hate being a virgin! Oh my god !"

This time it was his turn to be speechless, but he quickly reacted: "Cheer up! Listen to me! I need you, don't give up so easily!"

As time passed, she began to panic: "I know this is comfort, but I'm really going to die. You must stick to your own political path! Avenge me! They want to build a metal cage around them to shield electromagnetic signals It's-"

"Hello? Hello!"

The communication was interrupted. It should be the electromagnetic shielding carried out by the anti-terrorist team to prevent terrorists from detonating bombs by remote control. This is a normal procedure, but it always makes him uneasy.

"Drive faster!" This anxiety made him urge the driver.

The driver pressed a special button, and the red and blue flashes installed on the air intake on the front face of the car and on the roof of the car window lit up, and overtaking frequently amidst the rapid siren sound.