King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

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The scar-faced man had never been humiliated like this in his life, but the hand gripping his neck was so forceful, he felt like he could faint at any moment.

Facing Joe Ga's "question," the scar-faced man didn't speak. He just stared fiercely at Joe Ga as if he were etching his face into memory.

This was typical stubborn unruliness, his "kill me today, or I'll kill you tomorrow" vibe couldn't be more direct.

Joe Ga grabbed the man's beard, forcing his head up a bit, then landed another heavy slap before straightening his head by the ear, saying, "What was it you said just now?"

Panting, the scar-faced man spit a mouthful of bloody saliva by Joe Ga's feet, and with a vicious smile said, "FUCK..."

Before he could fully get the word out, a large hand reached around from behind, four fingers jamming into his mouth, the thumb gripping his lower jaw forcefully, and amidst gasps from bystanders, the man's mouth seemed stretched to the point it might never close again.

Ayu wiped his hands on the scar-faced man's body, then tossed him to the ground like trash, leaving him to convulse there.

Seeing the boss's shocked expression, Ayu said earnestly, "Boss, I think he wants to curse you!"

Joe Ga gave a thumbs up, saying, "You're right..."

With that, Joe Ga watched as the scar-faced man on the ground convulsed in pain like a cartoon character, his jaw hanging under his neck, his airway blocked by his tongue.

Turning to the dumbfounded French operatives at his side, he said, "How about you call him an ambulance?"

The French operatives hesitated, but just as one was about to use the radio to call, three well-dressed tall men crossed through the chaotic crowd. Surprisingly, one of them was an acquaintance of Joe Ga. He rushed over to the scar-faced man's pathetic figure, knelt down, tugged at his tongue forcefully, creating a bit of breathing space for him.

The other two glanced over the beaten mercenaries and shook their heads, saying, "Everybody, go back."

After that, one of the large, scar-faced men with beard and battle scars in his eye corners looked at Joe Ga and said, "Sir, we need a debriefing, I need to know what started this conflict, then we'll decide how to deal with what happened."

Joe Ga ignored the man's pompous tone, instead smiling at the one tending to the scar-faced man on the ground, "Medic Officer Bird," you know who he is? You just save anyone?"

'Medic Officer Bird' stabilized the scar-faced man's condition and looked up at Joe Ga with a wry smile, saying, "I didn't expect to meet you here."

With that, 'Medic Officer Bird' stood up, shook his head, and said, "I don't know who this guy is, but I know it's not good to have someone die here."

Joe Ga observed 'Medic Officer Bird's' high-end suit, then glanced at the high-and-mighty fellow, and suddenly pointed between the two, saying, "Is this the comrade who abandoned you to terrorists for over a year?

They work for an international agency now, don't they?"

As he spoke, Joe Ga extended a hand for a shake, laughed, and said, "Delta Force still has loyalty, at least they give a former comrade a job.

But you're just an employee, remember to talk to my lawyer if there's an issue next time.

Oh, I forgot, you're not the police either; what the fuck gives you the right to demand an explanation from me?"

After speaking, Joe Ga turned to glance at the French operative who invited him down, saying, "Buddy, should we get going? Don't keep your minister waiting."

As Joe Ga spoke, Ayu's arms cut through the crowd like oars, forging a path for him.

Wherever Ayu's gaze fell, everyone became silent as the grave, including P.B. company's own men.

Sanderson took the lead disarming several mercenaries, then nudged Dorian's arm, saying, "Where did the boss find King Kong?"

Dorian grinned, saying, "King Kong begged to join the boss, crying and shouting. Had I not vouched for her, she would still be raising animals on the savannah right now.

I knew she was no ordinary person even then. You should have seen how she idolized me; I taught her how to use the machine gun."

Sanderson looked at Dorian skeptically and said, "Really?"

Dorian replied confidently, "Don't believe me? Ask her. Her Scorpion Backpack was my idea."

Sanderson missed Dorian's sly concept switch, slapped Dorian's arm admiringly, and said, "King Kong is God's bodyguard, with her around there's no place off-limits.

Shit, no wonder the boss makes big money bringing her to deals!"

After saying this, Sanderson stuffed the handguns he collected into the hands of one of the French operatives, and then, under the uneasy gazes of a few former Delta operatives, signaled his men to tie up the mercenaries with zip ties.

Once everything was wrapped up, Sanderson, seeing 'Medic Officer Bird's' flickering expression, said, "Our boss used to think highly of you, but it seems you disappointed him."

Upon hearing this, 'Medic Officer Bird' shook his head bitterly, saying, "My situation is complicated, but your boss is indeed a decent man."

With that, 'Medic Officer Bird' approached his two Delta comrades, whispered a few words to them, and together, they left the elevator lobby tracing Joe Ga's silhouette into a presidential suite.

Joe Ga knew Aaron was bold, but the fact he dared to sit down with someone from the French Security Department and seemed to get along quite well was a bit outrageous.

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Seeing Joe Ga walk into the suite, Aaron seemed oblivious to the conflict outside. He waved enthusiastically, saying, "Hey, Hu Lang, let me introduce you, this is Mr. Jean-Pierre, the Deputy Minister of the French Security Department.

You were involved in the earlier fight with the terrorists, so let's sit down together for a chat."

Joe Ga, having experienced a somewhat unwelcoming treatment at the door, ignored Aaron's smiling face, walked up to Jean-Pierre, and shook hands with the slightly greasy and overweight middle-aged man, saying, "Hello, Mr. Pierre, it's a pleasure to meet you."

As he spoke, Joe Ga glanced at Aaron and said to Pierre, "This Aaron Dupont is a profit-driven son of a bitch arms dealer. I hope I'm not interrupting your conversation?"

Pierre looked back and forth between Joe Ga and Aaron, then actually cracked a smile, saying, "Mr. Dupont helped us rescue 13 soldiers captured by terrorists. His business certainly has questionable aspects, but I think anything can be discussed in Africa.

We lost a lot, but this time we also had some gains.

We've seen the stance of P·B, and I won't hide it from you, we've eliminated a group of extremists in Tunisia and seized military weapons worth 100 million US dollars.

All thanks to Mr. Dupont!"

With that, Pierre stood up, took out a business card, and handed it to Joe Ga, smiling, and said, "Mr. Dupont said there was some misunderstanding between you, so he asked me to come over.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

My business here is done, and what's left is the issue between you two.

Personally, I suggest you have a good talk. I've heard about what you did in Central Africa, and if you run into any problems in the future, feel free to call me. I'd be happy to provide some consultancy services.

France needs more friends like P·B Company, and I'm willing to offer a little convenience for friends!"

At that moment, Joe Ga's mind was in a fuzz until he watched Jean-Pierre leave the presidential suite. Then he realized that bastard Aaron had not only sold out his North African competitors but also the ISIS terrorists.

He actively revealed the fact that he supplied weapons to Boko Haram, then acted like the prodigal son who has turned over a new leaf, cooperatively aiding the frantic French, allowing them to regain their footing within 24 hours.

He 'pointed out' to the French the ISIS military weapons channels in North Africa, screwing over those who wanted to compete with him.

Then he provided key information, averting one or even several terrorist attacks against France, and possibly even helping the French to find the trace of the missing uranium material.

The relationship between Boko Haram and ISIS is close, but they are definitely not the same.

In the matter concerning the French, Boko Haram is just a pawn, a target to be struck, but certainly not the main objective.

Aaron had a grasp of the mentality of Europeans and Americans, and he displayed a muddy and muddled stance, causing the security department to instinctively trust him.

After all, providing weapons to Boko Haram is also a serious crime, and Aaron essentially handed his own leverage over to the French Security Department.

Then, he voluntarily provided ISIS's information, offsetting the damage caused by his 'previous actions.'

This persona he created is logical, the kind of bastard arms dealer who is greedy yet has a line he won't cross.

Even if Joe Ga shared his suspicions, it's likely the French wouldn't believe him.

At least not openly, and pursuing it in secret would lack justifiability, posing no threat to Aaron of course.

Aaron purposefully set the meeting here, deliberately inviting Jean-Pierre to endorse him and to 'mediate' the 'misunderstanding' between him and P·B Company, which had a bit of a show of force to it, but more so, was a display of his power and finesse to Joe Ga. This act effectively shook off the P·B Company's concerns that Joe Ga had previously harbored.

What Joe Ga didn't know was that Aaron had a point even he wouldn't admit—Aaron felt he needed an adversary or a friend. He needed someone else to make him see that there are many paths in this world...

He needed to remind himself that it was not yet time to despair, that he had the chance to break free from his current situation and outright earn a dignified life for himself and the ones he loved.

"Impressive!"

Even though there had been some friction with Aaron's men outside, Joe Ga couldn't help but give a thumbs up, saying, "You're the most incredible bastard I've ever met, and here I am wanting to make a deal with you.

I think I need to think it over because I'm worried you might turn around and sell me out."

Once the Frenchman had left and he was seated in his wheelchair, Aaron, smiling, spread his hands and said, "What are you talking about?

Why can't I understand a word apart from 'bastard'?"

Joe Ga looked at Aaron's slyly grinning face and couldn't help but give him the middle finger, saying, "Sorry, my guys crippled your guys.

I got a little carried away just now, but don't worry, I'll cover the medical bills, a hundred thousand should be enough.

But you need to warn those bastards to be more polite to me in the future, or I might make a point of troubling them for a hundred thousand regularly."

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at Aaron's unfazed expression and said, "I mean what I say!"