King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 479 - 462: Dilemma Outside the Law

Joe Ga took a bite of a braised chicken leg, then wrapped it in a flatbread and gave the bone a tug, passing it to Nis’ two hunting dogs. He discreetly sprinkled some green onions into the bread, rolled it up, and took a satisfying bite.

Old Bull’s cooking was indeed reliable; dozens of chickens were transformed into braised chunks and stored in two stainless steel drums, available for everyone to help themselves.

Everyone was exceptionally pleased with their meal. Those long-lasting flatbreads soaked up the broth, becoming soft, and a bite would bring a mouthful of deliciousness.

After a satisfying meal, they would make a bowl of clear mutton soup, and life couldn’t be lovelier.

Joe Ga and his crew traveled up the river, "notifying" the jungle residents to retreat towards Sangha Town, before finally returning to camp temporarily at the gold mine.

To alleviate the concerns of the jungle dwellers, Joe Ga, with the help of Xiao Hei, Kuba, and Menon, genuinely bought the items the villagers couldn’t take with them, reassuring them that they would be settled into their new place.

The operations of Joe Ga’s "Angel Business Model" would start with these homeless individuals.

Everyone would first receive an ID card. It didn’t matter which tribe you were from; from the day you entered Sangha Town, you were a Central African.

As long as they were willing to join the mining work, someone would guide them to sign a contract and then they could go see the housing.

Officials from the Central Africa Development Bank would accompany them to view the homes with a loan contract. Once these jungle natives were satisfied, they could sign the contract and own a house.

A salary of $60 a month, with the mine covering two meals a day — some jobs, if they opted for overtime, could even get all three meals at the mine.

For the jungle residents, who seldom even saw money, this was an unbelievable offer, especially since they usually only ate two meals a day in the past.

Joe Ga happily sipped his soup and then found E Team’s ’Bullhorn,’ and said, "You guys are leaving this afternoon. There will be a helicopter to pick you up. Remember to make yourselves look a bit rough."

’Bullhorn’ wiped his lunchbox clean with flatbread, then devoured the last bit.

Facing his boss’s orders, ’Bullhorn’ decisively nodded and said, "Boss, why don’t you let C Team go back first? I’d like to hang out with ’Iron Shovel’ for a few more days. The food at the base definitely gets worse when this guy isn’t around."

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Joe Ga casually waved his hand and said, "Then do as you please. Poison Scorpion is currently practicing with veteran jungle soldiers. I don’t mind if you want to replace them."

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at a few of E Team’s lunatics nearby. He shook his head helplessly and said, "I think you better go back. These guys are nuts; if they go stir crazy in the jungle, it could be troublesome.

Lately, I’ve been feeling that ’Loom’ has been staring at the Elephant’s butt all this time. Is that guy really gay?"

’Bullhorn’ spread his hands and said, "That’s what ’Iceman’ said. ’Loom’ has never admitted to it.

I don’t think ’Iceman’ is reliable; ’Loom’ has never looked at my butt."

As ’Bullhorn’ looked at the jungle veterans eating in the distance, he hesitated, then said: "Alright, I’ll go back. Practicing in a small area with these guys is pointless, we definitely can’t beat them anyway.

Boss, are we really resting when we go back?

These days the channel is buzzing. Sanderson said those Foreign Legion guys got beaten badly. Are we really not joining the hunt?"

Joe Ga decisively shook his head and said, "If you join, it’d be like looking down on Africa Daddy. Not only will he not appreciate it, but he might also make things difficult for you.

Haven’t you seen that I’ve even hidden out here?

None of you should stir things up!"

’Bullhorn,’ a bit disappointed, shook his head and said, "Alright then. But boss, I’d like to take a few days off this time.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been home. I want to go back to Bogotá to see my parents and find myself a reliable Assault Soldier partner.

Being treated like a donkey by those jerks as a team leader is too miserable; I need someone to share the burden, maybe that’ll change E Team’s soft reputation."

Joe Ga saw the hopeful expression on ’Bullhorn’s’ face and knew this guy probably already had someone in mind.

Joe Ga wouldn’t interfere in ’Bullhorn’s’ choice. He nodded with a smile and said, "Then I’ll give E Team a collective two months off. You all go home and visit.

New recruits have a six-month probation period and only get a basic salary. As long as the person you pick can stick it out, I have no objections."

’Bullhorn,’ hearing this, clapped his hands energetically and said, "No problem. This time I’ll find a real Jaguar to let the snipers be damned!"

Joe Ga looked at ’Bullhorn’s’ deep resentment and said with a laugh, "Go easy, as a dropout Jaguar, you might not be able to outdo a genuine Jaguar."

’Bullhorn’ gave a mysterious smile and said, "Don’t worry, boss. I know what to do."

Seeing ’Bullhorn’s’ confident look, Joe Ga just let him be.

In the afternoon, after seeing off the ’all-wounded’ E Team, Joe Ga contacted the base to get updates, and he was quite pleased with the current situation…

The French trade delegation postponed their arrival in Sangha Town, those pampered politicians were somewhat worried about the current situation in Sangha Town…

In just two days, the Foreign Legion had lost 3 men, severely injured 6, and lightly injured 4. The squad of twenty was now down to seven combat-effective personnel.

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Actually, if it was not for P·B’s aerial cover, the casualty numbers would have been even higher.

With the Foreign Legion as a reference, Joe Ga realized just how precious the jungle veterans brought by Karman were!

Joe Ga and his team were fighting in the relatively loose conditions created by those veterans, unlike the Foreign Legion who had no such support.

Playing hide and seek with a group of well-equipped mercenaries in a jungle area was really not a small pressure.

The poor condition of the Foreign Legion, along with the French trade delegation delaying their schedule, had somewhat impacted France’s international image.

Under pressure from domestic media, France swiftly passed a resolution to deploy another 200-man Foreign Legion unit to Central Africa; they would not consider it over until they had exterminated the ’Ghost Mercenary Group’.

And P·B naturally took over the logistics for this team…

At a standard of 400 Euros per person per day, P·B provided food, drinking water, camp security, and other basic guarantees, of course, the armaments were calculated separately.

The serious French even paid for the ammunition that P·B had used previously.

Their generosity was a necessity now, as the image of Sanderson and others wrapped in bandages lying on hospital beds appeared on television.

As victors, people all around the world were praying for them.

Meanwhile, the failing foreigners of the Foreign Legion became targets of media criticism, following orders from the president that were spurred by media prodding.

To be truthful, this was the first time he felt that deploying troops externally went so smoothly!

In the past, if France did not promise tens of millions in development funds, getting the local governments in Africa to agree to their troop deployment was not easy, not to mention the trouble created by their domestic opposition.

This maneuver in Central Africa caught them off guard, but unexpectedly, it developed in a positive direction.

Joe Ga was not worried at all now; he would return home wounded in four days, and then watch the Foreign Legion round up the ’Ghost Mercenary Group’—well, it couldn’t just be simply called a mercenary group anymore, since they had received support.

Thompson’s ’accident’ had led the reinforcements from North Kivu to join up with the ’Ghost’, turning them from a small team of eleven into a 40-person guerrilla team armed with heavy weaponry.

But he had also obtained something, as the ’Engineer’ and Tony’s technical team finally cracked the ’Ghost’s’ radio signal.

The radio equipment they used could only be said to be fair, but certainly not top-end. Currently, although P·B could not eavesdrop on their conversations through radio, they could still roughly pinpoint their location.

Of course, the Foreign Legion was unaware of this; they only knew that P·B’s reconnaissance aircraft could always roughly locate where the enemy was hiding.

Joe Ga would not force the Foreign Legion to go on a suicide mission; after all, they still held their own command, P·B was merely assisting, as truly they had ’no one else they could use’.

The heavily-invested Foreign Legion must keep up their prestige now!

Without capturing a few enemies, they would be embarrassed to claim victory!

Joe Ga was deliberately prolonging the war because he needed this area to be the focal point, he needed the angry Foreign Legion to dig deeper into the ’Ghost’s’ supply lines, laying the groundwork for his upcoming action in Congo.

Every day the media was broadcasting messages to the outside world; the battle reports were just one aspect. The life conditions of the locals, the unrelenting efforts of Princess Amina, and the thriving Sangha Town were also topics of discussion.

The loyal Princess Charlene returned to Monaco, and riding on this momentum, she began to mobilize and gather charitable funds to return to Central Africa as soon as the war ended.

The international funds supporting Princess Amina finally found a directed entrance, continuously streaming into the charity fund controlled by the Princess.

Every day the battle dragged on, the financial pool grew larger.

His own wife supporting a runaway princess made the playboy King of Monaco suffer daily as if he were eating shit, and yet he still had to express support for his wife during media interviews.

The Swedish Royal Family was doing the same thing; although the funds they raised were not substantial, they gained sufficient exposure and goodwill.

The most outrageous part was that each additional day the fighting in Central Africa dragged on, the more criticism Crown Prince Nayif faced from the international community, and small-scale protests even began to emerge within the Shah Kingdom.

This internal struggle in the Shah Kingdom had reached the final stage of the roundup, and the Shah Intelligence Agency, through Aaron, contacted Joe Ga, asking him to drag the fight out for another half a month no matter what, and for that, they were willing to put up another 10 million dollars.

This was easy money; the bigwigs from Shah had already thrown 35 million US Dollars on P·B, and P·B had barely done anything for them.

Joe Ga was not at all worried about the security situation in Sangha Town, he would rest a few days, make an appearance in front of the media, and then Joe Ga would quietly go to Niger to finalize the cannon deal there.

Once the final payment for the cannons was received, if the Foreign Legion was still not effective, then one couldn’t blame P·B for not showing mercy.