King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

When the world outside was in upheaval, Thompson sat in the farm office, looking at the intelligence in his hands...

Next to him, former Homeland Security intelligence officer Bayar was looking at the same intelligence material as Thompson.

Bayar meticulously combed through the contents of the intelligence. After Thompson put down the files in his hands, Bayar, with a curious smile, poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down on the sofa to rest, "We should remind the boss that some people are providing arms and manpower support to terrorists."

Thompson kicked his feet up on the coffee table, took a comfortable sip of coffee, and said with a smile, "Big Mouth Tang has asked Congress to set up an audit team to review Aqionghan's expenditures of the past several years.

A lot of people were terrified!

Some have begun the last frenzy, preparing to grab enough money and retire to some place to retire.

Understandable!"

Bayar said with furrowed brows, "I mean, shouldn't we notify the boss that these people are selling weapons to terrorists, which could impact his Yemen plan."

Thompson nodded with a smile, "Of course, we should notify the boss, you will be responsible for writing the brief..."

Bayar, although Thompson pushed the work on him, had no complaints. He looked at the always smiling Thompson and asked curiously, "Why aren't you worried at all?"

Thompson shrugged and said, "I'm just an intelligence officer; worrying doesn't help me address issues at all.

Besides, I have confidence in the boss because he never fights a battle he's unprepared for!

Arms can't solve the problem of terrorists at all. Modern warfare, with technological development, is entirely different from twenty years ago.

P·B is certainly the world's best military contracting company that integrates technology and manpower. If the same number of personnel is involved, P·B's combat power would definitely be among the best in the world.

Hundreds or thousands of armored vehicles can't change the disadvantage of the Al-Qaeda base, but rather would make P·B's victory seem more worthy."

As Thompson said this, he looked at Bayar, who was nodding in agreement, and smiled, "You've been to Sangha Town, to Liberia, to Iraq, you have some understanding of P·B's industry and personnel structure.

Buddy, your internship is over, tomorrow you can fly to Djibouti, you're going to start a new job there."

Bayar was stunned for a moment, and then said, "What is my job content?"

Thompson smiled and said, "P·B has a high demand for intelligence officers.

You have to build your own team, sort out intelligence, and assist the boss in handling complex information, and sometimes provide him with advice in the command center.

This time for the Yemen plan, the composition of the command center will be very complex.

Besides the Sevillian who will definitely participate, there's also a joint observation group formed by the United States, England, France, Russia, and a Chinese advisory group.

Your task is to ensure these people maintain high efficiency when the boss is not on-site."

Bayar looked at Thompson like he was a ghost, "Those people are there to observe and supervise P·B., and you want me to somehow get them mobilized?"

Thompson laughed, "Why not, those people are all elites, the nature of the combat in Yemen will decide it's a just war, they'll surely be eager to get involved.

You have to find a way to get them to comply with the boss's grand strategy and then allocate local combat command to them.

Increasing their sense of participation can bring P·B unimaginable benefits."

Bayar blinked in shock, "I have to act as an intelligence officer, an advisor, and even a liaison for the international observation group.

" Isn't a level 10 salary a bit low?"

Thompson smiled and said, "If you do it well, I'll sign the report to increase your salary.

Keep it up, I have high hopes for you!"

Bayar shook his head, overwhelmed, "If I'm to form my own team, what support can I get?

To form an intelligence team that can fully understand Yemen will require significant investment, how much resources and funding can I access?"

Thompson looked at Bayar, who, though professionally trained, still hadn't fully grasped the situation, and said with a smile, "Our boss isn't stingy, but his investment in intelligence is very little.

You won't be an exception this time either…"

Bayar threw up his hands helplessly, "What can I do with no support?"

Thompson laughed, "Buddy, this is your final lesson!

You need to learn how to leverage P·B's influence!

Do you know who is most concerned about the situation in Yemen?"

Bayar nodded, "Of course, Shah and Iran..."

Thompson looked at Bayar, who had still not fully understood, and amusedly said, "Then what are you waiting for?

Call them up, introduce yourself, and tell them you can allow Shah Intelligence Agency and Iranian Intelligence Agency personnel to join the Yemen plan and participate in the front-line Yemen operations.

The only requirement is that they bring their own personnel and funding!

Of course, they also need to provide us support with their intelligence network within Yemen..."

Bayar was taken aback, eyes wide in disbelief, and said, "Is that even possible?"

Thompson smiled as he spread his hands and said, "You already know the answer in your heart!

This is how we operate!"

Thompson looked at Bayar, who appeared shocked, and with a smile he said, "If you feel a bit scared going alone, take a few undercover agents from the FBI and Homeland Security from the farm with you.

They are all highly capable elites and work diligently!

Oh, a team from Delta Force that the boss sent back for family visits has returned, you can take them to Yemen and have them handle any intelligence tasks that come up."

Bayar was completely convinced by now...

PB is the only company in the world that treats undercover agents as their own.

Using elite undercover agents as workhorses, treating Delta Force as field operatives, using Shah and Iranian intelligence agencies as their own...

Bayar couldn't articulate his feelings, he just felt like a new world had opened its doors to him!

It was too exciting!

Thompson looked at Bayar, whose mindset had started to shift, nodded slightly, and said, "When you are in Africa, get in touch with the CIA's new head of Africa.

Frester abandoned his CIA post for the president position at Rio Rosinia Company.

You need to interact with the newcomer, understand his character and needs, then decide if he should be integrated into the Liberian intelligence system.

Character profiling is your specialty, I believe you'll do a great job!"

Bayar nodded in understanding and said, "Got it, but what if the guy doesn't cooperate?"

Thompson responded casually, "Then find a way to have him transferred somewhere else, put him on the shelf.

The Liberian intelligence system was established with funds from several sources, and it needs to be maintained with those funds afterward.

There is no place for non-cooperative individuals there!"

Bayar was deeply impressed by Thompson's method of leveraging resources, nodding in admiration, saying, "I understand!

I'll fly to Djibouti tomorrow…"

Looking at Thompson's relaxed demeanor, Bayar curiously asked, "Frester manages the business in Rio, 'Fly' manages the business in Congo.

What about you? Why do you still cling to the intelligence officer position?"

Thompson, being one of the few who had worked closely with the boss, smiled and said, "Because the part I handle is more thrilling, you'd better not know!"

Thinking of the elusive team led by Jack Heinz, Bayar sighed and said, "Alright, I understand!"

Thompson looked into Bayar's eyes, smiled, and said, "You don't understand, you probably think my assignment is secretive, but it's not really.

Bayar, sometimes so-called secrets in this world can harm others if known rather than being unspeakable.

Once the war in Yemen is over, if you're interested in my work, feel free to ask me directly.

However, once you learn the details of my assignment, you must take on my work here.

To be honest, I'd rather work in Sangha Town, where there are more opportunities for advancement.

I'm getting old and just want to do something easy!"

...............

"You're so old, why can't you take a break?"

At the resort, as Boss Joe and his team were celebrating their gains, Cobra arrived at the resort via helicopter.

Boss Joe, somewhat helplessly, looked at the noticeably thinner Cobra and gave the robust old man a hug, saying, "Don't push yourself so hard, I still have use for your old bones…"

'Cobra' cheerfully examined Boss Joe up and down, confirming he wasn't injured, then smiled and said, "The training results this time are very good. I plan to leave P.B.'s own trainee pilots in Manaus, letting them maintain the fight through the rainforest.

You need to help me get in touch with Djibouti. Our pilots aren't all-capable, and to fly various combat aircraft into Yemen, we need to adapt to those models in advance.

Rafale, MiG-35, Gripen, JF-17, they're all great planes, so the pilots need to operate them in their best condition."

Joe Ga understood Cobra's intent, which was to use this opportunity to train their pilots with resources from major companies.

China's six commissioned pilots aren't P.B.'s mainstays; the retired Sevillian pilots referred by Cobra and Archerfish are P.B.'s backbone, while the Xiao Hei pilots who had gotten used to the propeller-driven fighter jets are the second echelon.

People from Dassault Company were right at the resort waiting for Boss Joe; it certainly wouldn't be a problem to borrow two trainer aircraft for Cobra.

For the UAE's 15 billion euro procurement order, Dassault's cooperation is absolutely unprecedented!

Looking at the grinning old man in front of him, Joe Ga sighed and said, "You stay, eat something good, rest for a few days. I'll contact Djibouti.

This time, the enemy has frontline air defense systems, increasing the difficulty of combat. You really should be prepared!"