King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

The Eastern Europeans probably never expected someone to carry such a large shield when going out, and in their moment of bewilderment, Joe Ga pulled the trigger...

The five bullets from the magazine hit three men, then as Joe Ga's right hand trembled the magazine slid out, and his left hand quickly replaced it with a new one as the Super Jagare fired again...

This time, Joe Ga fired all eight bullets in one go, not ceasing until he was sure that there were no survivors on the other side. He then propped against the wall corner to reload a new magazine and, while firing into the side street, miraculously hit an enemy over sixty meters away, before loudly shouting into the radio, "Cover 'Spur''Orange Cat' for withdrawal."

'Dart' and 'Pliers' instinctively obeyed Joe Ga's order, turning around to cover the retreat of 'Spur' and 'Orange Cat' who were ahead.

The entire retreat process was as smooth and fluid as flowing clouds, and Wagner, who hadn't fired a single shot from start to finish, approached Joe Ga with a Glock 17 in hand.

Glancing at Ayu, who exuded a sense of security, he peeked across the street at the Eastern European workers lying dead on the pavement and, with a smile, said to Joe Ga, "Boss, the police across are starting to make a move, make sure not to clash with them later."

The gunfight had only been underway for about three minutes, and within no time, responses came from the police station over a hundred meters away.

The American police, reluctant to cover even a hundred meters on foot, sent out a dozen squad cars trying to get through the busy intersection, but were blocked by a decrepit van heading eastward, leading to a series of accidents that completely clogged the busy crossroads.

Joe Ga had no time to concern himself with the police's reaction, he pressed the communicator and ordered, "Devil Bird, do not engage those gunmen, they'll be pulling out soon. Your job is to track them..."

Following Joe Ga's call, an SUV that had previously blocked the gunmen's route restarted.

Nis, watching some frantic gunmen a few dozen meters away, coldly stowed his gun and rolled up the car window, then said to Dorian, "Let's go."

Dorian immediately floored the accelerator, left the scene, circled around and stopped at the roadside. When the gunmen's vehicles hit the main road, he quickly turned the steering wheel and followed them.

Having received Nis's report, Joe Ga breathed a slight sigh of relief and, looking at 'Spur', said, "Let's go. The police station is a trap. Now they need to give me an answer before they have the right to question me."

Speaking, Joe Ga peered into the side road, discovered that the enemies had retreated, and patted the calmest 'Pliers', saying, "Get the car, we're pulling out!"

The purely military style of 'Pliers' naturally matched Joe Ga's. He nodded, cautiously advanced into the side road with his gun ready, and after ensuring no danger, waved to signal everyone else to follow.

Wagner was left at the scene to deal with the police while Joe Ga and his team quickly drove away from the battle site.

The premeditated ambush by the mob was torn to shreds by Joe Ga's military tactics.

The lack of coordination resulted in a failure to form an envelopment, and the Eastern Europeans who attempted to ambush from behind hardly fired before they were eliminated.

'Spur' had as high an estimation of the boss's combat effectiveness as possible, but this unreasonable style still surprised him.

Just now, he saw a group of Eastern European corpses—despite the distance of tens of meters, their manner of death was gruesome; most had a shot in the chest followed by a headshot.

The power of the 10mm Claw-type Expanding Bullet was terrifying, and naturally, so was the damage it caused.

'Orange Cat,' responsible for driving, headed north towards the uptown area. They planned to switch cars near Central Park and then leave the city through the north, heading to a safe house arranged in Yonkers.

After leaving some streets behind, traffic began to normalize again.

'Orange Cat' relaxed and, looking at 'Spur' in the passenger seat, said helplessly, "Buddy, you really got me into a fine mess!"

'Spur' glanced at his comrade, shook his head and said, "Pal, a temp job pays three thousand a month; you think that's easy money?"

'Orange Cat', his expression growing serious, said, "I'm not worried about battling people, I just want to know who exactly our boss is."

Pal, in just a few minutes, the boss had killed more than a dozen people, that's more than a dozen bodies...

Shit, have you ever seen a gunman like that? I think 'Camel' couldn't do that in live combat either."

'Spur' paused, then chuckled and said, "You have to believe that miracles exist in this world!"

Saying this, 'Spur' somewhat ruefully added, "I've always thought HRT was the best. Even though our gear can't match that of regular special forces, I still believe we are the best.

But then I took a trip to Africa, met some people, and realized there are just too many formidable people and warriors in this world.

'Orange Cat', I suggest you get yourself together and try to negotiate a long-term contract with the boss.

Your habits would land you in jail in America; it's a 'terminal illness', but in Africa, it's not a problem at all."

'Orange Cat' whistled and, smiling, said, "Honestly, I like the boss's style. Compared to HRT's hesitation in front of enemies, I prefer this straightforwardness."

'Spur' was about to respond when 'Dart', sitting in the back seat, suddenly said, "I like this feeling too, that's why I didn't pass the psychological evaluation.

Maybe we really should consider it, going to Africa might not be so bad."

'Spur' turned his head and looked at 'Dart', shaking his head, "Then you two are really a perfect match, 'Orange Cat' likes hitting traffickers below the belt, and you?"

'Dart', seeing 'Orange Cat' extend a fist backward, instinctively bumped it with his own, and with a serious expression, said, "I like to hit the head."

While they were talking, Joe Ga in the vehicle behind suddenly received a call from 'Medic Officer Bird'.

"Boss, there's a problem with 'Jackal', someone's trying to kidnap his son."

Joe Ga was momentarily taken aback; he had already verified the previous night that 'Jackal's' son indeed needed surgery, a risky heart transplant operation.

The surgery was today, but 'Jackal' acted professionally. He delivered the money to the hospital and then returned to work.

"Who would kidnap 'Jackal's' son? Does he have enemies?"

On the other end of the phone, 'Medic Officer Bird' said helplessly, "Fortunately, we rushed to the hospital to retrieve the surveillance footage; otherwise, those people would have succeeded, but..."

Joe Ga did not like this kind of nagging conversation. In a deep voice, he asked, "But what?"

'Medic Officer Bird' said with a bit of a heavy tone, "Those people didn't kidnap 'Jackal's' son, but they stole the heart that was transported from Ohio for his son's transplant during their escape.

'Jackal's' son has a severe heart condition. He had been on the waiting list for nearly two years, and he's running out of time.

The ones who stole the heart sent a threatening message to 'Jackal'. They demanded that 'Jackal' follow their orders.

"Boss, they were targeting you, but our sudden appearance disrupted their plans."

As he spoke, 'Medic Officer Bird' fell silent for a moment then continued solemnly, "'Jackal' is very grateful to you, so he showed me the message. He is now set to confront them desperately, and I can't persuade him otherwise.

Boss, 'Jackal' never considered betraying you, but..."

Joe Ga listened in silence for a while...

He was not close with the Russia native 'Jackal', and he had generously met his request for an advance payment, doing as much as a boss could do.

The Glorious Society's ambush at the police station's entrance failed, so they immediately targeted Jackal's son, hoping to use him to coerce 'Jackal' into turning against and stabbing you.

The plan was very meticulously laid out, but unfortunately, it encountered the even more cautious Joe Ga, who had arranged for 'Medic Officer Bird' and 'Jackal' to retrieve the surveillance at the hospital.

Joe Ga didn't want to think about what 'Medic Officer Bird' would have done if he had not been there. The reality was, this newcomer 'Jackal' hadn't considered betraying him.

Now, a child and a father were pushed to a desperate situation because of him, and Joe Ga would help in whatever way he could.

After pondering for a moment, Joe Ga requested the hospital address, then called Jemma Alexander.

Joe Ga didn't want to bother others, but he really didn't have reliable connections in New York, especially within the medical system.

Whether they could recapture the stolen heart or not aside, the first priority was to get 'Jackal's' son to a safe hospital and use the best possible treatments to sustain his life, buying enough time to figure out the next steps.

Jemma Alexander, who answered the call, was very decisive. She asked for the hospital's address and then began her actions.

When Joe Ga and his team arrived at the hospital and met 'Medic Officer Bird' and 'Jackal', an ambulance took 'Jackal's' son to "Columbia and Cornell Presbyterian Hospital".

To Joe Ga's surprise, TC happened to be the doctor accompanying them to oversee the boy's transfer.

At this moment, Joe Ga didn't have time for pleasantries with TC. He sternly instructed TC to ensure the child's safety no matter what.

After receiving an affirmative response, Joe Ga turned to 'Jackal' and said, "Do you have any leads?

P·B never abandons a comrade. I can't guarantee anything, but I promise those bastards will pay."

'Jackal's' expression remained calm as he looked at Joe Ga and said, "I recognized one of them, a gunman from the Albanian Mafia.

Boss, I'm very grateful for your help; otherwise, I wouldn't even have enough for the surgery fees.

May I make a request?"

Joe Ga frowned and looked at the towering Russian figure in front of him, saying, "Speak. If it's reasonable, I'll fulfill it."

'Jackal' thumped his chest and grinned, saying, "If I die, take my heart to my son…

He's only 13. He deserves to live!"
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Joe Ga looked at 'Jackal', who seemed to have little will to live, even somewhat suicidal, and shook his head, saying, "No, we're going to get the heart back…

Pal, we've not known each other long, but I want to tell you, it's our enemies who deserve punishment, not you!"

Speaking, Joe Ga looked at 'Spur', 'Orange Cat', 'Dart', and 'Pliers'. He grinned and said, "I'm about to do something illegal, and there will be a lot of bloodshed.

You are bodyguards, not hitmen. You can choose to leave now, and I'll still pay…"

'Spur' was the first to speak, "I'm full-time staff, how could I back out now?

'Pliers' stepped forward, spreading his hands and grinning, "I think P·B should be right for me, and aside from the scarcity of women, Africa should be fine."

'Orange Cat' inhaled excitedly, exchanged a glance with the equally miserable 'Dart', and they stepped forward together, laughing, "We enjoy seeing our enemies bleed, that's why we were fired in the first place.

Boss, are we officially in now?"

Joe Ga looked at their determined expressions, nodded firmly, and slapped 'Jackal' on the shoulder, saying, "Letting our enemies bleed should be our habit!

Keep your heart safe; it's still needed…"