King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga laughed heartily when he heard this. He didn't even need to check his phone to know it was Aaron...

Yesterday, Boss Joe sent Aaron the death photo of Harlotte. Unexpectedly, the guy only called now, and instead of giving thanks, he cursed.

Joe Ga decided to ignore him for the time being. He had to wait for him to take the initiative to call back, swallow his curses, and say thank you.

Holding his coffee, he strolled into the command room and saw General Maguire leaning against the wall behind Bayar, watching him write a report. When it came to the more thrilling contents, the general, with a better understanding of politics, would suggest some edits to the wording.

People from the CIA and the Department of Homeland Security were all busy. They needed to find Harlotte's complete itinerary for the past few months and conduct a detailed comparison to find the most suspicious candidate.

The four Russians and Howard himself, who were captured at Howard Estate yesterday, had been thoroughly checked; they had no radioactive residue on them.

But that doesn't mean they have no connection to the dirty bomb. Without solid evidence, Mr. Howard could only stay on the farm for the time being.

This is the difference between the Department of Homeland Security and the police. A suspect isn't a criminal at the police station, but their treatment at the Department of Homeland Security is determined by the strength of their background.

For instance, Howard got a fairly clean single room, while those Russians had to stay in cages.

Enduring Bayar's helpless gaze, Joe Ga, holding his coffee, chatted with Maguire for a few moments and realized that the big shot was actually in a pretty good mood.

Joe Ga realized that Maguire might have accepted the situation. In such a situation, there weren't many chances left for him to come out unscathed. Stepping down in a relatively dignified way was already the best outcome.

For someone of his level, since the end result was known, there was nothing to worry about.

What now drove him not to choose to fail was the potential future collaboration with P·B.

After all, there are ranks even among carrying burdens. A bit more effort towards a relatively better outcome could make a million-dollar annual salary no dream!

Boss Joe has the style of seizing every opportunity, and poaching was something he did anytime, anywhere.

Once he noticed a change in Maguire's attitude, Joe Ga's demeanor changed as well.

After taking a sip of his now-cold coffee, Joe Ga grabbed a girl from the counter-terrorism center passing by, handed her the coffee cup, and said with a smile, "Beauty, get me a coffee, extra milk, less sugar..."

Then Joe Ga, looking at the smiling Maguire, said, "Sir, leave the report writing to Bayar. That's the job of the Department of Homeland Security, after all.

I've recently been in touch with some people at the Pentagon, and I'm considering taking over some weapon testing projects.

You know I have a large territory in Africa, where we're entirely capable of hosting some creative laboratories."

General Maguire was taken aback for a moment, watching Joe Ga naturally accept the coffee his subordinate offered. His unfazed manner made Maguire laugh...

"Hu Lang, you know it's impossible to move labs to Africa. There's a lack of an industrial support chain there, and logistics would be too troublesome.

However, if you're really interested, you could consider acquiring a few companies.

Relocate them to Central Africa, and then you could seek funding on your own..."

Hearing this, Bayar looked at the two discussing how to skim from America's military budget like he was seeing a ghost. He said helplessly, "Gentlemen, if you wish to discuss these matters, shouldn't you find a quieter place?"

Joe Ga nonchalantly said, "Buddy, this is business. I acquire companies with sufficient technical capacity, then offer suitable projects for the Department of Defense to consider. This is a contribution to America's national defense.

Don't look at me like that, it's prejudice!"

Joe Ga, then looking at Maguire, said with a smile, "Sir, I've always had a keen interest in special bullets.

It'll be a while before America switches to 6.8mm ammunition.

Do you think if I take this time to acquire a bullet laboratory and develop several high-performance munitions, the Department of Defense might provide support?"

Maguire was old-school; he'd seen P·B's information, so he simply said, "Are you planning to set up a bullet production line in Central Africa?

I could put you in touch with a few manufacturers. The best bullet production lines are definitely German-made, and I happen to know some people at Heckler & Koch."

Hearing this, Joe Ga shook his head and said, "Not setting up a production line in Central Africa, but in North Kivu Province of Congo. I have a copper mine ready there.

The local infrastructure is rapidly improving. As long as we have qualified equipment and technical guidance, production could start very soon as long as the import of gunpowder goes smoothly."

Joe Ga patted his head and laughed, "Oh, I forgot, my bank is about to help Arctic House Province issue bonds...

The interest rate for the first batch of bonds is very attractive. A few princes from the Middle East are the initial purchasers of these bonds. I personally recommend that you buy some too; I guarantee you won't regret it."

Maguire was stunned...

This was an offer of benefits, and legally so!

The specific return on the investment depends on whether one could collaborate sincerely on their end.

After all, the bank belongs to Boss Joe, so isn't the final profit just a matter of his word?