King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 400 - 386 The Future of the American Branch Company

Prince Sayyid’s face had to be given respect, and Malibu wasn’t far from where Joe Ga and his group were located.

Joe Galla picked up the uninjured ’Jackal’ ’Dart’ as bodyguards, and the three drove a Chevrolet SUV borrowed from the FBI to the address given by Prince Sayyid.

Throughout the journey, ’Jackal’ was very silent. Because he had missed Joe Ga’s major scene due to his son’s heart transplant surgery, he felt grateful and had specially come to Los Angeles to serve. However, he felt he had not been much help.

The most dangerous places were personally guarded by the boss, leaving ’Jackal’ at a loss for words.

It wasn’t about self-blame, more a sense of indebtedness for a favor he couldn’t sufficiently repay.

Along the way, Joe Ga noticed ’Jackal’s’ issue, and guessing a bit of this silent man’s feelings, he said with a smile, "Buddy, you need to smile a little. We won, and your son’s condition isn’t bad either. You should be happy."

’Jackal’, sitting in the passenger seat, looked back at Joe Ga and hesitated for a long time before saying guiltily, "Boss, I might not be able to go with you to Central Africa. You know I..."

When Joe Ga heard this, he casually waved his hand and said, "If I were you, I would definitely be by my son’s side now.

Whether or not you can go to Central Africa is not important. P·B also has companies in America, and the New Jersey P·B Farm needs someone to manage it.

I think you’re well suited for it; the environment there is good and just right for your son’s recuperation.

I need a reliable force in America, just like we encountered at ’Heinz Farm’ in New York. No matter how they choose their jobs, I like their model.

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You come from the special forces. I believe you can manage that farm, right?"

’Jackal’ was stunned for a moment, then incredulously said, "Me? Manage a farm?"

Joe Ga nodded as if it were a given and said, "Why, is there a problem?

Wagner is responsible for the company’s main operations, while Monica takes care of corporate operations and maintenance.

You just need to manage the farm and provide enough power when they need it.

The farm has a training camp and a shooting range. In the future, a bunch of retired police officers and ex-marshals will be hired for witness protection services, but just relying on them isn’t safe. I need a team capable of combat.

You are Russian, and I’ve heard that Russian special forces don’t charge high rates. You’re in charge of organizing a squad of four to six people.

Set the specific standards yourself, and this team will usually handle training duties on the farm and will need to strike according to orders when necessary."

’Jackal’ absorbed Joe Ga’s words, and finally, the typically reticent man said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, boss!

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Joe Ga waved his hand and said with a smile, "You don’t need to explain that to me. Your choice is the right one, and it’s what should be done for the child.

I also regret losing such an asset as you, a fine bodyguard like you is too good for that. You are a soldier and should be respected as such.

The salary P·B offers is mid-range in this industry, but what sets us apart is the sense of honor and respect we provide.

People like us shouldn’t live like wild dogs..."

’Jackal’s’ eyes brightened, and then the old man’s mouth turned up in a gratifying smile and said, "Boss, you are a good man!

I don’t know how else I can repay you. I can only promise I won’t let you down.

Maybe in a year or two, I’d bring my team to report to you in Africa.

You’re right, all of P·B’s people are lions, and I’ll find a few lions to join me on the savannah."

Hearing this, Joe Ga nodded in satisfaction and said, "That’s the right attitude!

Remember to act professionally later, for we are about to meet the prince and his friends..."

’Jackal’ listened and nodded gravely, saying, "I am your bodyguard now. Anyone who wants to approach you will need to consult with me first."

The Indian, ’Dart’, driving the car, called out in dissatisfaction, "Hey, they should consult the two of us."

Joe Ga looked around as the atmosphere in the car improved. He leaned back in his seat, adjusting his sitting position with some difficulty, and then closed his eyes.

Leaving ’Jackal’ in America was not a spur-of-the-moment decision for Joe Ga; he had no better choice available.

’Spur’ was suitable, but he expressly did not want to stay here and preferred to try his luck in Africa.

Orange Cat, ’Dart’, Pincers - their judgment was somewhat questionable, and leaving them in charge of the farm might lead to fatal accidents.

’Jackal’ was different; the guy had a special forces background, and they had fought side by side against the Albanian Mafia, surviving gun battles together.

Plus, with a son as an emotional tie, it would make him more dedicated to his job.

A capable person longing for stability, to a certain extent, is the most trustworthy type of person.

The American branch of P.B. would be jointly managed by Monica and Wagner, with Chris, the intelligence broker, providing assistance from the side.

But these people were all business talents, while ’Jackal’ was the cornerstone rooted in the grassroots.

Only when he was part of this branch company was it complete!

Moreover, these individuals’ different relationships with Joe Ga ensured that he maintained complete control over the American branch.

Joe Ga also reflected on the achievements of his trip to America...

The Niger orders, witness protection contracts, connections with the Department of Justice, favors from the FBI and DEA, and a hefty bonus...

However, to Joe Ga, all these were merely parts of the process. What really moved him was realizing that he was not as powerful as others imagined, especially compared to those big names who were never mentioned.

Just a white glove like Harlotte made him suffer a great loss!

And the Glorious Society was not the kind of organization anyone could manipulate; they had a tight organization, a vast network, and immense financial and human resources.

The only advantage Joe Ga had now was his position and his influence around Central Africa.

If it weren’t for Joe Ga coming to America, and someone else from P.B. had come, the situation would have been entirely different.

It wasn’t that Joe Ga could fight particularly well, but he had the innate talent to always keep himself in an advantageous position, allowing him to consolidate forces to strike against his enemies.

This was something the others at P.B. couldn’t do!!

And there was another crucial point that Joe Ga had never told anyone...

The multiple near-death experiences during scuba training made Joe Ga lose his reverence for death.

When he was shot, he felt no fear; instead, the crisis-induced adrenaline amplified his aggression, and he found the experience incredibly thrilling.

That feeling is hard to describe!!

He did feel retrospective fear, but that ’fear’ was because of his attachments.

He was afraid that if he died, P.B. would fall apart, and a group of brothers who were like family members would degenerate into war dogs, just like the jungle veterans Karman brought in who lived their lives in a haze.

But Joe Ga wasn’t afraid of death itself, he enjoyed the thrill, the physical sensation when the adrenaline kicked in.

At that moment, his senses were heightened, and the weapon in his hand gave him an illusion of being able to control the world.

Joe Ga knew he might be ’sick,’ like those who had battled in war zones for years and developed psychological issues.

If it wasn’t for the mental wealth brought by scuba training that kept his mind cool, Joe Ga would probably be seeing a doctor right now.

But Joe Ga didn’t plan to tell anyone because he realized in America how ’weak’ he was. For P.B. to truly become an unshakable team, it required his prolonged exertion.

In this initial phase of entrepreneurship, integrating all the soldiers and personally leading charges was unavoidable, and Joe Ga felt he couldn’t stay away from the frontlines. Sitting in an office for long periods would drive him crazy.

Joe Ga now had enough chips in his hand to allow P.B. to fully exert itself within the rules, so what he needed to do now was to take things one step at a time, gradually solidifying the company’s foundation.

As for the ’mental illness’...

Joe Ga felt it really didn’t matter, because ’not fearing death’ didn’t mean he had no affection for life.

Everything around him was a bond to him, giving him the spirit to never lose the will to fight under any circumstances.

At this moment, Joe Ga felt that the battlefield was indeed a place that could completely change a person, and he and Nis were truly a perfect match!

Two people who ’didn’t fear death’ came together and became each other’s bond...

The resting Joe Ga was soon awakened by the knocking on the car window.

He opened his eyes to find that he had arrived, with ’Jackal’ and ’Dart’ standing by his car door.

Stepping out of the car, he saw Prince Sayyid and a young curly-haired man with a seemingly significant standing waiting in front of a hilltop villa nearby.

Looking around, Joe Ga realized this place was a hilltop manor.

The villa had a vast area surrounded by flat lawns and many palm trees planted along granite-paved paths.

There were no fences around the manor that Joe Ga could see, given its massive size, and given the habits of the wealthy, purchasing a whole mountain would make sense, with fences likely located at the base.

Watching Prince Sayyid waving at him, Joe Ga took the initiative to walk forward and embraced the Prince, who had come from afar to Central Africa to be a generous benefactor. He then smiled and said, "Buddy, I was just going to attend a party..."

Sayyid smiled, shook his head, and said, "Hu Lang, we are friends, and it’s right to help a friend."

When Joe Ga heard this from Sayyid, he knew there was an implication in his words, so he turned to the handsome curly-haired Middle Eastern youth and smiled, "Hello, I’m Hu Lang. How may I address you?"