Netanyahu's 'Lion's Strength' precisely shattered the entire chess game of the Iranian military—when Israeli fighter jets crossed the night skies over Jordan, Syria, and Iraq, these countries that should have sounded alarms collectively and tacitly turned off their radar screens.
'Do they think they can see through Netanyahu just by staring at the suitcases of Western diplomats?' The mocking phone call from an anonymous official at the Tel Aviv military intelligence woke up several foreign media outlets at two in the morning. This political 'tactical maniac' has once again reset the limits of perception: as soon as the U.S. high-level officials received the notification, the F-35 fleet had already swept across the Persian Gulf. The speed at which the senior members of the Revolutionary Guard turned into fireballs in their residential area even surpassed the typing speed of the White House spokesperson.
Surveillance footage from the villa of Revolutionary Guard commander Salami shows that this general, who boasted 'let the Israelis suffocate' during a parade, didn't even have time to enter the air raid shelter code at the last moment. The encrypted communication records of Quds Force commander Qani show that the last issued command was an incomplete air defense order—this decapitation operation planned by the Israeli intelligence for three years could pinpoint the sleeping position of every general.
The mascara of the female anchor Fatima from Tehran TV smudged into black streaks in front of the live camera. This 'Iron Lady,' who remained calm throughout the reporting of Soleimani's assassination, now grips the breaking news release with hands trembling like leaves in the wind. In comparison, the firecrackers ringing out in the streets of Beirut, Lebanon, exhibit a touch of dark humor: 'The general they reimbursed in ten minutes is enough for the Hezbollah guerrillas to save for three months.'
As the Supreme Leader Khamenei trembled and clutched the podium to emphasize 'I am still here,' dusty Soviet-made missiles from the 1960s were being dug out from the tunnels of Revolutionary Guard bases. Those missile forces, once full of expectations, now resembled wasps whose hive had been torn open, with the sporadic launching of the Meteor 3 missiles looking particularly lonely in the night sky—Israel's cyber warfare unit had planted 'electronic sleep bugs' in Iran's air defense system 72 hours earlier.
When Netanyahu appeared on screen with a cigar, the Tel Aviv air raid sirens were sounding for the third time. 'Remember tonight,' he dusted off nonexistent dust from his shoulder, 'while they gaze at the evacuation convoy of Westerners, Israel's claws have already locked onto the snake's seven inches.' Behind him, the wreckage of Iranian missiles was burning over the Mediterranean, resembling a bizarre victory firework display.