King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

The defense of the mosque was not under much pressure, but Joe Ga didn't ask anyone else to hand over their ammunition; instead, he provided his own spare ammo and grenades to them.

'Comet' had just arrived and couldn't quite grasp the situation. He only felt that the P·B people all had a bit of a firepower deficiency phobia—their ammo supply seemed overwhelmingly ample.

Facing 'Comet's' thanks, Joe Ga didn't explain, but instead took the initiative to lead people to cover their charge into the northern district before the last darkness of dawn.

After the French left, Joe Ga called 'Hemostat' to work with the Rangers' medics to take a look at a few of the seriously wounded.

These poor guys were really miserable!

Who would have thought that T1 units from both the United States and France would suffer such severe losses in a small town in Niger?

The Rangers were doing okay; the most seriously injured guy had been through a blood transfusion and was stabilizing.

The remaining two French SAS casualties were relatively stable, but five had died.

Joe Ga, amid Hemostat's puzzled expression, pulled out a lot of medical supplies and medicine from his bag.

Seeing Hemostat as if he wanted to ask questions, Joe Ga shrugged and said, "Team A doesn't have a medic. It's normal for me to bring some medical supplies, right?"

After speaking, Joe Ga gestured with his hand for Hemostat to mind his own business; his eyes scanned the injured, quickly finding the big-nosed Dutchman Neskens.

The guy's head was wrapped in a bandage, and he had also sustained a wound on his arm—he was now leaning against the wall, groaning.

When Joe Ga approached him, he looked like he was going to faint at any moment, signaling to Joe Ga that his head was not very clear.

Joe Ga pulled out a knife, waved to the French casualty beside him not to interfere, and then stabbed the knife into Neskens' thigh...

As the blade gently stirred, Neskens let out a painful scream...

"Don't do this, save me..."

The French soldier next to him, clutching his injured leg, said to Joe Ga with difficulty, "sir, he's still useful."

Joe Ga waved his hand and said, "I know, he's yours, I just want to ask him a few questions."

No sooner had Joe Ga spoken than Neskens, clutching his own leg in pain, cried out, "You ask, you ask, I'll tell you everything."

Oh, shit, why won't the bleeding stop..."

Joe Ga didn't care about the guy's wailing. He turned the knife and stabbed it into Neskens' other thigh, stirring it momentarily...

"You clearly lack sincerity!"

The second stab from Joe Ga stunned Neskens. Who has seen such a way of 'questioning'? What if he died from the pain without even being asked anything?

The unlucky Dutchman's eyes were locked on the knife in Joe Ga's hand, and his hands did not know whether to cover the original wound or the new one.

He brewed like a tenor for half a minute; the moment Joe Ga pulled the knife out, he let out a shrill scream...

"What do you want to ask, just ask me, I'll say anything, just ask..."

Joe Ga pulled out a voice recorder, shrugged at the French casualty beside him, then, like a qualified reporter, handed the recorder to Neskens and asked, "Are you from the Glorious Society?"

With his hands covering his bleeding thighs, Neskens wailed, "Yes, yes, I'm the Dutch head of the Glorious Society. My task is to transport drugs through the port to the British Isles.

Can you stop the bleeding first? I'm very cold now, and I think you must have severed my main artery."

Joe Ga listened, opened one of Neskens' hands to let him see his own blood-gushing thigh, and said, "What are you doing in Africa?"

Neskens, seeing the smile in Joe Ga's eyes that wasn't quite a smile, knew lying wouldn't get past him. To save his own life, he honestly said, "Our supply line has been cut off. I'm mainly here to negotiate with Boko Haram.

They have plantations in both Niger and Mali; these black bastards can't even grow poppies properly. I want to convince them to let us send people to instruct them, to increase the plantation area,

If there's a chance, we'd like to disrupt P·B's arms trade with Niger and Mali."

The guy spoke cautiously, but in effect, he wanted to kill Joe Ga during the arms deal.

Now it was clear, the guy didn't have a deep relationship with ISIS, and the Boko Haram people didn't confide in him either.

Just as Aaron said, this was a minor character!

Facing the 'sincere' Neskens, Joe Ga smiled and said, "I hear you haven't settled the payment for 'Iron Wall Mercenary Group'..."

"I'll pay, I'll pay, I'll do it right now. Just let me make a call, and I'll get the money to them right away.

Can you put down the knife? I'm an informant for the French intelligence agency; we're on the same side now. Whatever you ask, I'll answer you."

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"Please, put the knife down!"

Joe Ga nodded with satisfaction and said, "The Glorious Society, in alliance with Boko Haram and ISIS, plans to attack the military bases of the United States and France in Africa, right?"

Neskens was about to shake his head when he saw Joe Ga raise the knife. He decisively nodded and said, "Yes, they used hostages to attract attention and then prepared to launch a sneak attack on the military bases."

Joe Ga, pleased with Neskens's understanding, said with a smile, "The Glorious Society supports ISIS, don't they?"

Neskens hesitated silently for a moment and then said, "Yes, the Glorious Society purchases drugs from ISIS and then traffics them to Europe and the United States."

Joe Ga smiled and put down the knife, speaking amiably, "The Glorious Society uses their human smuggling channels to sneak terrorists into Europe and the United States, right?"

Neskens subconsciously shook his head and said, "I'm not clear on that...

Oh, no, I'm not familiar with the human trafficking channels, but what you said must be right, I've also heard some things..."

Joe Ga was now satisfied. There was no need to kill Neskens. So many French had died; they needed to take Neskens back, or those deaths would be in vain.

Now, Neskens's 'cooperative' testimony was enough for Joe Ga. Anyway, the United States and France had suffered a great loss this time. Sending the recording to the media and exposing Neskens's identity would mean the Glorious Society would have a great deal to answer for.

Whether you are wronged or not, you are a bad guy, and any government organization has no qualms about dealing with you.

Joe Ga laughed as he put away the recording pen and then, looking at a few half-doubtful wounded soldiers, said with a smile, "You see, sometimes being a little direct isn't bad, it can save everyone a bit of trouble."

Continue your saga on empire

The French wounded soldiers looked at Joe Ga as if he were a ghost, hesitating for a long time, but the word 'framed' was still not spoken.

Just as Joe Ga had thought, the Glorious Society isn't worth grieving over, and there is no psychological barrier to undermining them.

Seeing Joe Ga in a good mood, Neskens wailed, "Can someone bandage me up? I really am an informant, and I know a lot more about terrorist organizations. The French have made me promises..."

Joe Ga was amused by the man's pathetic display and called out to a Ranger medic, "Buddy, come and stitch this guy up later."

The Ranger medic looked at Neskens with disgust and said, "Wait, you won't die for now."

Joe Ga looked at Neskens, whose face was ashen, and kindly handed him two wads of gauze to press against the wound, then smiled and said, "Now, why don't we talk about something serious.

Why does the Glorious Society transport arms to Central Africa; what are you trying to do?"

Neskens pressed painfully against the wound and shook his head, saying, "I really don't know, I only came here to... um, you should know...

I wanted to secure the route as quickly as possible or else South Americans would come and take my market.

Other people are responsible for the situation in Central Africa; I don't like their roundabout ways, actually, I'd prefer to negotiate with P·B, but someone disagreed, and I couldn't do anything about it..."

"Who disagreed?"

Neskens, looking at Joe Ga's not-too-strict expression, lowered his head and said, "P·B's reach was too extensive. Uganda's 'God's Armament,' Rwanda's 'Liberation Front,' and some guerrilla forces in Congo suffered huge losses.

They are all important collaborators of the Glorious Society in Africa, so they rejected my negotiation proposal. I'm not clear on what happened after that; the affairs in Central Africa were handled by people from 'God's Armament.'

I only know they got their hands on a large cache of weapons and contracted some mercenaries from Chad. What they planned to do next, I really have no idea."

By now, Joe Ga had pieced together the information from Neskens and Aaron and had a rough understanding of the situation in Central Africa.

It wasn't the work of any major outside powers but rather 'God's Armament' preparing to wage war on their own; there was nothing to fear then.

The information revealed by Neskens was interesting; the Glorious Society might not be the international crime syndicate he had imagined, but rather a tightly-knit yet loosely coordinated union of crime groups.

'Tightly-knit' in that the leaders of the Glorious Society are very secretive about their identities.

'Loosely coordinated' in that the local leaders of the Glorious Society have a lot of power, and the only thing that unites them is interest. When their drug channels are blocked, their loose alliance begins to act independently.

Neskens initially wanted to negotiate, but after receiving the message, switched to seeking an ambush to secure the drug line.

'God's Armament' on the other hand, was much more ruthless; they wanted to start a war in Central Africa and, ideally, overthrow the current government, kicking P·B out.

This wasn't impossible!

After enough people had died in Central Africa, the anti-government forces could use the expulsion of P·B as a condition for a ceasefire. It would be difficult for such a weak government to resist.

In that unlucky place known as Africa, opposition groups, anti-government rebels, and guerrillas all know this game.

They are adept at toppling and wrecking a government and, to some extent, are more 'law-abiding' than terrorists, understanding those principles of democracy and freedom established by westerners.

Having completely understood the enemy he was facing for the time being, Joe Ga's mood was significantly relaxed.

'God's Armament'—the name sounded impressively formidable, but he wondered if they were battle-worthy?

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