King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 483 - 466 Aaron’s News

Aaron’s tone was rather solemn, and Joe Ga decisively changed his location to log into the website Aaron had specified, then the two met in a video conference room.

As soon as the video started, Joe Ga immediately noticed something was off about Aaron’s location.

Looking at the seascape behind him and the shaking camera, Joe Ga frowned and said, "Are you at sea? What exactly happened?"

With a somewhat heavy expression, Aaron said, "Harlotte has become suspicious of me. He’s put pressure on the people behind me through his upper-level contacts.

This time, Harlotte has suffered a major loss, and he needs someone to shift some of the pressure onto...

It seems I have become that target! A batch of goods I was supposed to deliver to Boko Haram has been confiscated, and that’s just the start...

Hu Lang, my business in Niger has come to a complete halt, I need to spend some time in South Africa to lay low for a while."

Joe Ga frowned as he looked at Aaron, then hesitantly said, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Aaron, with a smile, said, "I had anticipated these kinds of issues, and I have made arrangements for myself.

Hu Lang, I have news for you. Harlotte’s people have reached an agreement with France Internal Security, your friend from the CIA is in trouble."

Joe Ga was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding as he said, "What agreement have they reached exactly?

I don’t believe the death of one person could make France forget their hatred; one life cannot fill the loss of the French."

Aaron shrugged his shoulders and said, "If you add an ambassador and everyone at an intelligence station to it, that should suffice.

The ambassador represented the interests of oil conglomerates. His death would deal a serious blow to America’s oil interests in Liberia.

America would have to adjust its strategy towards Liberia, and with no profits forthcoming, America would have to refocus its attention back on Syria.

This kind of covert gameplay is very complex..."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga nodded in sudden realization. The CIA was just part of the revenge; what France really wanted was for the Americans to pull their hands out of Liberia and to completely disengage from Syria and Iraq.

Currently suffering from ISIS attacks, they had no choice but to deploy troops to Syria and Iraq to fight ISIS, effectively serving as America’s free enforcers.

Once they take out the key points of CIA and America’s interests in Liberia, they could get the greedy Americans to back off and let them roll into Syria and Iraq to clean up the mess.

A few deaths in Liberia mean nothing to the Americans; no one will seek revenge for them because ’revenge’ simply carries no profit.

It is like when the United States Army pulled out of Somali; it wasn’t that they could not fight, but that there was nothing worth fighting for there.

Joe Ga, however, wasn’t shocked by Aaron’s news, partly because he had already suspected as much from Eric, and because as a boss, Qiao really couldn’t get involved in such matters.

Looking at Aaron with his heavy-hearted ghostly expression, Joe Ga suddenly realized something and said irritably, "Why do I feel like you’re taking pleasure in other people’s misfortune?

Eric is just a small player; who is this ambassador, and who does he represent?"

Upon hearing this, Aaron rubbed his face to keep from laughing, then with a look of deep sorrow said, "As far as I know, the ambassador is a Democrat, and his wife is a board member of several energy companies.

I think you could ask that Eric; he should understand..."

Observing the hidden smile in Aaron’s eyes, Joe Ga shook his head with a chuckle and said, "You bastard want me to tip off Eric, don’t you? Has Harlotte really pissed off a lot of people?"

Aaron, with a serious face, shook his head and said, "Of course not, I respect Harlotte, so when he doubted me, to prove my innocence, I chose to leave Central Afrika immediately and head to South Africa to wait for the inquiry.

It’s just that we are friends, and I’ve heard a bit of news about a friend of a friend, so of course, I had to let you know."

Joe Ga knew right away that Aaron was talking nonsense; the guy couldn’t wait to tear Harlotte into pieces and certainly wouldn’t just obediently follow orders.

He was revealing this news to Joe Ga because he wanted to inform Eric, attempting to provoke a collision between the two major power groups.

If this came out after Eric’s death, it would make no difference; with the deed done, the big shots could just sit down and put a price on the deaths of Eric and the ambassador.

But with Eric and the ambassador still alive, there was something to discuss.

If you plot against my people and I don’t fight back, I’ll lose everyone’s respect.

However, the prerequisite for fighting back is that Eric can withstand the pressure to survive and obtain evidence; otherwise, this whole thing will still be a messy account.

Aaron was saying this purely with the attitude of someone enjoying the show...

After pondering for a while, Joe Ga curiously said, "Stop acting, I feel like you’re really happy right now, why?"

As he spoke, Joe Ga narrowed his eyes at Aaron, whose expression momentarily froze, then Joe Ga counted off on his fingers like a charlatan, "An unruly ’white glove’ goes to South Africa to wait for the ’judgment’ of the big shots...

Hmm, let me think, this ’white glove’ is very capable businesswise; the big shots behind him aren’t particularly on good terms with Harlotte’s people, but for the sake of everyone getting along in the future, they still need to go through the motions.

The best way to punish a ’white glove’ is by taking away his career and making him start over..."

"Buddy, where do you think you’ll get dispatched to? The Middle East?"

On hearing this, Aaron sighed deeply and said, "Hu Lang, some things are better left unsaid. We’re still good friends if you keep it that way!"

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Joe Ga said irritably, "You bastard, isn’t that exactly where you want to go?

America supporting the Kurds, the Aqionghan government forces, the Iraqi government forces—that damn well is big business.

Oh, no, I’m wrong. Those deals, except maybe the ones with the Kurds need to be a bit more covert; you won’t get your hands on the governmental forces’ business.

So, who are you planning to do business with? The anti-government militia or the terrorists?"

Upon hearing this, Aaron’s grave expression lifted as he replied with mixed emotions, "Hu Lang, a chaotic Middle East suits many people’s interests.

You guessed my destination correctly, but I bet you can’t guess my purpose.

If you’re interested, you could take a tour in Iraq or Syria. There’s a lot of big business to be had there. We could make a fortune working together, just like we did in Niger."

Joe Ga certainly had an inkling of what Aaron was up to; he was just accumulating his power for now.

Though heading to the Middle East was his own desire, being driven out of the Afrika market must have meant a significant loss for him.

Teaming up with a backstabbing arms dealer, P·B could definitely make a killing out there, but that was not Joe Ga’s style.

He had so many dealings underway that he couldn’t possibly attend to them all, and he couldn’t even get a whiff of the ’big contracts’ P·B was after.

Joe Ga shook his head, declining Aaron’s invitation and said with a smile, "So, who’s taking over your arms dealings after you leave?

You know I have a certain respect for you. If anyone else starts to cross paths with me, I won’t be so courteous."

Hearing this, Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose in thought and said, "The guy taking over my business is Clive Robinson, an Irish-American, but he took an Ethiopian beauty as his wife.

Her family is politically influential in northern Ethiopia, and the guy wants to make his mark in Afrika, with Ethiopia being the perfect starting point.

I heard you know quite a few people in the African Union; I think you might want to give your friends a heads-up."

Aaron, the bastard, was dead serious about setting up his successor!

Joke Ga couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. Nodding, he said, "Alright, I’ll mention it to a few people.

You guys really aren’t human..."

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Insults did nothing to Aaron; he had his goals and wouldn’t be swayed by anyone.

Seeing that Joe Ga was willing to cause some trouble for his successor, Aaron said with a mischievous smile, "Hu Lang, you really are a good friend. I’ve got a shipment of arms seized by the U.S. Navy now, those were meant for Boko Haram.

You’ve got to help me out, take down the main force of Boko Haram in Niger quickly.

Those cannons should be in place by now; I think it’s best not to load them up with those precious arms."

Curious, Joe Ga asked, "How did you convince Boko Haram to prepay for the arms?"

Aaron replied with a grin, "Why would I need to convince them? I helped to sell that oil; naturally, the funds would be in my account.

I’m a man of my word; they’ve never missed a single bullet from me."

Frustrated yet amused, Joe Ga said, "But there’s no need to keep promises with the dead, right?

If Boko Haram’s guys are all dead, no one’s going to come after you for money, right?

Tell me the truth, the people who seized your freighter, was that your doing?"

As he spoke, Joe Ga saw Aaron’s innocent face and couldn’t help but flip him off, saying, "The money is paid up, you get someone to put on a show seizing your own cargo, just waiting for them to be killed. It looks like you win both ways!"

Aaron just shook his head and smiled, "Maybe not just twice, but the rest I won’t tell you."

Joe Ga could pretty much guess the rest; Boko Haram wasn’t a small organization. With control over the finances of a terrorist organization, Aaron could largely dictate their actions.

Given Aaron’s bastard nature, those Boko Haram terrorists were surely being used until their dying breath.

This was something Joe Ga was better off not knowing. He shook his head and said reflectively, "You’d better be careful. There’s a saying in China, ’Those who play with fire will eventually get burned.’ If you play with fire too much, there will be no place for you in this world."

After hearing this, Aaron looked at Joe Ga with a complicated expression and replied sarcastically, "Hu Lang, not everyone is like you!

I’ve heard the French are heading to Central Afrika. Do you want me to stir up some trouble for them?

The war in Niger could very well happen again!"

Aaron’s sarcastic attitude made Joe Ga laugh. He flipped him off again and said, "Afrika Daddy coming to spread warmth—if anyone causes trouble for them, they’re causing trouble for me."