King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 420 - 405: Colluding in Desperation

Joe Ga was momentarily stunned by Aaron’s words. He signaled for everyone to continue and seated himself in a corner before speaking, "What benefits can I get?"

"Isn’t your half of the Shah’s 4 million not enough? Or do you even want the princess’s protection fee?"

Aaron was taken aback for a moment and said, "Alicia, Charlene, Victoria, George Bush, those who jumped out at the first moment, weren’t they arranged by you?"

Joe Ga paused momentarily, then replied, "I only notified them. They all volunteered to help.

They’re all my friends. I haven’t gained anything from them; in fact, they’re helping me.

What do you mean? What exactly do you want?"

This time, it was Aaron on the other end of the phone who was stunned; he had been following the events in Los Angeles from Niger via the internet.

The fiery opening, the orderly reporting, the multi-angled explanations, and those who rode that media wind to jump into the fray...

Like the father of Ika, and Alicia Alexander.

The former, unfamiliar with the details, merely promoted himself through the media, whereas Alicia was a different story entirely, leading a team of lawyers to teach a harsh lesson to the Los Angeles city government, and she was red-hot at the moment.

If this wasn’t prearranged, Aaron felt he might as well gouge out his own eyes.

It was an excellent political chip. Initially, he had thought that Joe Ga must have reaped huge benefits, but upon hearing Joe Ga’s words, Aaron suddenly realized where he fell short in comparison to Joe Ga...

The guy only took what belonged to him and shared the surplus benefits with many friends.

It was just that he didn’t know many politicians, otherwise today’s Los Angeles could have been twice as lively.

However, the current situation was already terrifying enough. It was foreseeable that by tomorrow morning, America would be swept by a new media tsunami; discussions about human rights and women’s rights would dominate the media’s front pages for a long time.

All those who voiced their opinions when the situation was still unclear will become role models for many people.

Aaron felt that if it were him, he would’ve used this opportunity to exchange for many benefits.

Because in his mind, since he had completed the riskiest part, those who hopped on the boat should provide enough reward.

But obviously, Joe Ga hadn’t done that. He had simply informed his friends to stand out and show support and then didn’t ask for anything in return.

Aaron could understand this logic, but he knew he couldn’t do the same because he didn’t have as many friends and because he was always very greedy!

It never even crossed Aaron’s mind that Joe Ga was not only happy to extend an olive branch to friends but to strangers as well.

Their collaboration in Niger was initiated by Joe Ga.

If successful, they both would make a lot of money, and Niger would stay quiet for a long time.

A person who always pursues a win alone indeed can’t understand someone who always looks for a win-win.

Joe Ga’s image in Aaron’s mind continued to become more vivid...

Strong, domineering, intelligent, good at networking, loyal, and most importantly, not greedy.

The image was multidimensional, but Aaron overlooked the part that truly made Joe Ga shine.

However, this didn’t matter because the parts that were already formed made Aaron incredibly envious.

Joe Ga, hearing the panting on the other end of the phone, spoke with a hint of impatience, "What are you trying to say exactly? Do you have some good news for me?

Does the Shah Intelligence Agency want to invest more?"

Aaron paused, then laughed and said, "You can think of it that way.

The Deputy Director of the Shah Intelligence Agency, Sheriff, sent me a message. Prince Nayif has lost his mind. He’s offered $100 million to Harlotte to have you torn to pieces."

After hearing this, Joe Ga laughed scornfully, "Harlotte? What can he do?

My men have been keeping watch over the ’Setaka Diamond Warlord’ all the time. The moment Harlotte dares to set foot in Central Africa, my men will tear him to pieces."

Aaron laughed upon hearing this and said, "Harlotte contacted me. He wants me to prepare a shipment of arms worth 80 million US Dollars to Chad, which includes ’Javelin’ and ’Stinger’ missiles, along with a batch of rocket-propelled grenades.

Buddy, do you know what this means?"

Joe Ga’s expression darkened instantly, and he said gravely, "It means he will use the remaining 20 million to find people who can use those weapons."

Aaron, still laughing, said, "Buddy, what on earth did you do to make Harlotte so determined to have you dead?

Given his usual habits, he would take at least 50 million US Dollars for himself from such a deal, and only then would he use the rest for the actual job."

Joe Ga replied indifferently, "I warned him at the Crown Prince’s reception, that if he showed any hostility towards me, I’d kill him.

Seems he didn’t take my words to heart!"

Aaron, nodding as if he had an epiphany, said, "It looks like you’ve made him feel threatened.

But, it won’t be easy to kill that guy. It’s hard to track his movements; he rarely stays in one place for long, and when he does appear in public, it’s usually with high-profile individuals nearby.

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Believe me, killing him quietly will be difficult, and killing him without attracting trouble will be even harder."

Joe Ga nodded with a smile, "There’s always a way, because I believe a lot of people must hate him."

While speaking, Joe Ga all of a sudden said with a chuckle, "Thank you for bringing me this news. What would you like in return?"

Aaron fell silent for a few seconds, then sighed and said, "Originally, I wanted to discuss the arms list with you, hoping that after you take those weapons, you could pay me a sum of money.

But I’ve changed my mind now...

I think one shouldn’t be too greedy with friends!"

Speaking of which Aaron seemed quite uncomfortable, "Hu Lang, you’re one of the few people I consider a friend. Tell me what you want quickly, and I will spend all this budget.

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Shit, I feel like I’m doing something very stupid, because I feel a bit sick.

Hurry up and speak, I feel uncomfortable just hearing your voice now, because it feels like I’ve lost a lot of money..."

Joe Ga laughed heartily upon hearing this. After thinking for a moment, he tentatively said, "How about I help you spend a little bit?

I want two sets of anti-aircraft missiles, and it’d be great to add some rocket launchers.

Don’t worry, I won’t let you lose out, I’ll give them to you at cost price and even take care of delivering them to Chad for you. Whatever you earn is all yours."

Over in Niger, Aaron suddenly chuckled twice, then almost wished he could rush through the phone signal, pull Joe Ga’s brains out, and see what the hell was going on.

This deal was...

Damn outrageous!

Using the Crown Prince’s money to buy arms from Seville, boosting one’s own performance for a friend, and still getting what one wanted—it was just the extra step of ’picking up the goods.’

What was especially bizarre was that Aaron did a quick calculation and found he was making even more money because he saved a lot on handling fees.

Thinking about the unlucky Crown Prince, whose wife fled with another man, and who spent money on revenge only to have his goods fall into his enemy’s purse.

That Harlotte, who went to great lengths to kill P·B, ended up making it stronger instead.

Thinking about the expressions these two would have upon learning the truth, even Aaron, the shameless arms dealer, felt that Joe Ga’s actions were incredibly bastardly!

But it was very exhilarating, especially for him—a cripple whose legs had been chopped off by Harlotte. It was incredibly exhilarating!

Joe Ga ended the call with Aaron and rejoined the revelry on board the airplane.

As for war, it’s still best on one’s own turf. If one loses there, it means heaven itself is calling time, and what more is there to say?

What he didn’t know was that although Harlotte didn’t have abundant arms channels and thus needed Aaron’s help, he had an ample supply of mercenaries.

Of the 20 million, half needed to be spent to hire a large number of canon fodder to bolster ’Zetaka’s’ ranks and stir chaos in Central Africa, while the remaining half was enough to hire several very powerful mercenary teams.

......

In the Heinz farm in Ohio State, 28-year-old Jack Heinz, who had served with the SEALs Team Six, had to rush back from the military to handle a series of funerals due to a huge family tragedy and to take care of the compensation for the Heinz farm staff.

Jack had been to the abandoned shipyard in Yonkers, New York, inspecting the battle marks there.

His father was trapped on the top of a warehouse, and then several Thermobaric bombs exploded, igniting the abandoned oil inside the warehouse, burning everyone inside to a crisp.

Since returning to the farm, Jack had been very silent; his mother had consistently used drugs, and after Jack sold most of the property and sent away the relatives of the core members, his mother overdosed in bed and died.

Jack didn’t shed a single tear; his years of combat experience and multiple overseas deployments had long left his heart riddled with holes.

After burying his mother under the big tree in front of his house, Jack took a shotgun from home and sat under the tree, then suddenly began to weep bitterly.

Violent headaches, accompanied by memories that haunted him like nightmares, started swirling in his mind.

His abusive father, his indifferent mother, along with fragments of combat memories...

His father’s scolding mixed with the cries of comrades and enemies, echoing nonstop in his mind.

Jack, who hadn’t taken any psychiatric drugs for several days, finally broke down when the dust settled; he stuffed the barrel of the double-barreled shotgun in his mouth and screamed desperately, trying to make himself pull the trigger.

But that instinct embedded deep in his bones kept stopping him, his furious father appearing like a shadow in his mind...

"Don’t cry, Heinz men are tough guys!"

"Ding Ding..."

"Ah..."

The ringing of the telephone pulled Jack’s mind out of its fog; he shouted and chased away the shadows in his mind, and after trying once, he cried out in pain and lifted the gun toward the sky and pulled the trigger.

Then, the man with streaming tears collapsed on the ground, and grabbed the still ringing phone...

"This is Heinz Farm..."

"Jack, there’s someone who wants to meet you, I think you might be interested."