King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga's words made "Hellhound" stop his work...

None of us here are kids, even the most uncouth and irascible "Gunpowder" understood the meaning behind boss Joe's words.

Regaining their identity was impossible, but boss Joe could, through secret negotiations, make the Pentagon indirectly admit their mistake, return their rightful retirement and pension funds, and even secure some compensation.

This would be equivalent to a "secret retirement"; their families won't be disturbed!

This wasn't the best outcome for them, but definitely for the American Government!

Publicly admitting the fault was too costly; even if "those people" were taken down and substituted by others, they wouldn't want to bear the consequences.

The tough guy clenched his fist and bowed his head in silence for several minutes, then silently picked up a stack of photos and said, "We're heading here...

Let's do something we're good at!"

When "Hellhound" spoke, "Bone Crusher" suddenly shouted, "What about us? What should we do?"

"Bone Crusher's" physique was astonishing. When he yelled at Joe Ga, Ayu stepped forward and pushed him hard.

"Bone Crusher" didn't take it seriously at first, but the moment Ayu's hand made contact, he felt an immense force...

After involuntarily stepping back a few steps, "Bone Crusher" moved forward again, glaring angrily into Ayu's eyes...

Jack grabbed hold of "Bone Crusher," then with a wry smile looked at Joe Ga and after struggling for a long time, lowered his head and said, "Sir, we need a little help..."

Joe Galla stopped Dorian, who wanted to mock Jack, and after thinking for a while, said to "Bone Crusher," "I'm friends with 'Hellhound' and his team, and you, I saved your life in Syria...

You should speak more politely to me, and make yourself look controllable."

"Bone Crusher," staring at Ayu, was like an angry bull, steam billowing from his flared nostrils.

This guy had spent a long time in prison, his body bearing the air of it, and faced with the supreme authority of Ayu, he didn't retreat at all.

Yet confronted by boss Joe's calm explanation, "Bone Crusher" deflated like a pricked balloon.

Because what Joe Ga said was right, P·B only owed him favor, no responsibility.

This towering bald behemoth bowed his head in silence for a few seconds, then hit himself hard on the head, and looking at Jack said, "I'm leaving here, I'll find a boat and leave America tomorrow..."

Saying so, "Bone Crusher" looked at Joe Ga, struggled for a moment, but ultimately lowered his head and said, "Sorry sir..."

Joe Ga had no responsibility towards "Bone Crusher," but Jack Heinz felt he needed to take responsibility for "Bone Crusher."

This guy had a natural sense of duty, the kind that takes everything on himself if it's even slightly related.

Faced with the declaration from "Bone Crusher," Jack helplessly grabbed his arm, shaking his head...

"Leaving here, where can you go?

Working for drug traffickers in Mexico, you need to be ready for them to betray you at any moment.

Don't you get it? Only P·B can negotiate to get those people off our backs.

As long as you can keep your mouth shut, you'll be safe!"

Jack Heinz then turned to Joe Ga and said, "Sir, I can take out Harlotte, give us a hand!"

Joe Ga paused, then smiled and shook his head, "Harlotte's guts have been spilled..."

As Joe Ga watched Jack's disappointed face, he smiled and said, "How about this, it's impossible to let you join P·B, but you can take 'Bone Crusher' to form a squad, then find your 'Accountant.'

From now on, you'll work for Thompson. Our intelligence center indeed needs a group of strong soldiers.

If you agree, I can solve your problems all at once, that's actually not difficult for me."

Jack understood this was already the best outcome...

He himself didn't want to join P·B, he only wanted to find a way out for 'Bone Crusher.'

Now this was not bad; with a nod from Joe Ga, they could get out of trouble, and also build a team to continue their professional careers.

Jack didn't tell anyone that he actually had a target in his heart, that was to personally take down the Secretary of Defense, Carter.

He heard with his own ears how Carter had abandoned them, saw with his own eyes those heavily injured soldiers, although saved, later died on the hospital beds.

He also knew he couldn't defeat 'those people,' but someone had to pay the price!

Jack looked into Joe Ga's eyes and nodded forcefully, and reached out his hand to him...

"Thank you!"

Joe Ga, facing Jack Heinz like this, felt somewhat awkward shaking his hand and said, "No need to thank me, you two don't have to join tonight's operation, Thompson will arrange a place for you to stay..."

Saying that, Joe Ga glanced at the Jazz Squad, which also had their attack location selected, and waved to "Hellhound," "Come with me, you need a change of clothes, plus some gear."

"Hellhound" picked up an enlarged blueprint of an apartment building layout, nodded and said, "We have our own guns; we need some supplementary equipment."

Joe Ga waved his hand indifferently, "Then change first, and after that, take a look in the equipment room...

Oh, you can think of a codename for your squad, I can let you join the second team of P·B; your designation will be 'K'."

"Hellhound" was momentarily stunned and said, "Knife, Dagger, we are Dagger Squad."

Speaking, "Hellhound" signaled his comrades and headed towards the changing room next door...

Watching "Hellhound" and his team go to the changing room next door, Joe Ga walked towards the equipment room, rubbing his chin contentedly...

America, England, France, Russia, China, the T1 special forces from the five big brothers, he reckoned he had gathered them all.

'Ferryman' 'Iron Hammer Goat' 'Jazz' 'Dagger' 'Rabbit'

These were not some scattered, makeshift recruits, but rather systematically gathered.

Of course, the Rabbit Squad from China was somewhat lacking, not just mere wage earners, but Joe couldn't care less.

This was certainly an incredible achievement. How could any normal mercenary group possess such capability?

Watching "Crow" leading people toward the equipment room, Joe Ga, stroking his chin and looking at Dorian by his side, said, "Leading the T1 forces of America and Russia against terrorists, that's quite an accomplishment, isn't it?"

Dorian tapped his chin and said, "Boss, if you think it's necessary, I can bring in a 'Leather Headgear' squad for you.

I think many people around the world misunderstand the Italian army...

Actually, we are quite formidable!"

Joe Ga nodded perfunctorily and said, "Yes, Italy is invincible in adversity. You all can do anything to surrender."

Dorian sighed and said, "That's because we lost ideologically, we surrendered ourselves!"

Joe Ga waved his hand dismissively and said, "Let's go get our equipment, remember to bring the subsonic bullets. If possible, I want to get rid of those terrorists quietly."

...

While Joe Ga was busy preparing, Aaron was holding a web conference.

Inside a villa in South Africa, Aaron, seated in a wheelchair, watched an elderly white man with a white beard appear on the large screen in front of him...

"Aaron, you've disappointed me."

The old man spoke in a calm tone, but Aaron looked a bit nervous as he placed his hands on his thighs, trying to appear composed as he said, "Sir, one day is too short; my people are not prepared enough.

Dr. Ilya was very cautious; his bodyguard was formidable, and his death was beyond my expectations.

Sir, do you need me to send his body to America?"

The old man slightly shook his head and said, "Aaron, I've heard that you have cooperated with Hu Lang..."

Aaron was startled and nodded, "Yes Sir, I collaborated with him in Niger to eliminate the main force of Boko Haram, it was a very profitable deal, and I believe many people know that."

The old man listened and nodded slightly, "Hu Lang has discerned our plans in Niger and passed them to the Department of Homeland Security, and they have compiled a report."

Hearing this, Aaron spread his hands and said, "Sir, are you thinking of getting rid of him?"

The old man looked into Aaron's eyes and asked, "What do you think?"

Aaron, with an attitude of it being obvious, said, "Of course, we should eliminate him. If you reassign me to Africa, then I will find a way.

That idiot Clive Robinson is ruining the channels I established; until now, he can only scuffle with the primitives in Ethiopia.

Sir, let me return to Africa, and I'll find a way to take out Hu Lang..."

The old man seemed quite satisfied with Aaron's attitude. He shook his head and said, "Dr. Ilya is dead, and we need some more valuable clues.

Aaron, you have many dealings with ISIS, try to turn someone valuable over.

Hu Lang is reserved in his actions; he killed Harlotte without letting him fall into the hands of the Department of Homeland Security. We need a valuable clue to fill the gap caused by Dr. Ilya's death."

Aaron nodded earnestly and said, "Sir, I indeed have intelligence here. It's about Baghdadi's main assistant, the 'Teacher'.

Hafali was recruited by the 'Teacher'. If anyone knows the leads on Hafali, it must be this 'Teacher'.

But you know, I am currently working with ISIS, my men won't be able to make a move..."

The old man, pleased, nodded and said, "Send the intelligence to me, I will have someone work it out."

After watching the big screen go dark, and until his assistant wheeled him out of the room to the living room, Aaron looked out of the window into the sky and murmured softly, "Not long now, not long..."

Meanwhile, the old man, after ending the video call, turned to face a round table and said to the people seated on either side, "Gentlemen, do you think Aaron is capable of taking over Harlotte's job?

He has done a good job in the Middle East, and I think he should be able to take on the job in Eastern Europe."

"What about the Department of Homeland Security? We need to give them a response!"

"Inform the Pentagon to prepare a support contract worth 250 million US Dollars for P·B, let them assist the Kurdish in Syria.

P·B has a significant influence in Iraq, pass the intelligence Aaron provided to them, and have Hu Lang capture that 'Teacher'.

Gentlemen, the most important issue we are facing now is not the dirty bombs, but the upcoming election.

Draw Hu Lang away, find a way to bog him down in Iraq.

This will suit the interests of the Energy Group and take some pressure off Rashiri.

Get all the media resources in motion; we need to give that big-mouthed fool Tang a hard time!"