King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 512 - 493: Here it comes!! _2

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Work half a year, and I’ll count it as a year’s worth of expenses!"

Joe Ga thought for a moment, then said, "Once this deal is done, head over to Central Africa.

Princess Amina needs some professional bodyguards. Usually, she just lingers around Sangha Town. $300,000 a year, take it or leave it?"

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’One-Eye’ exchanged a glance with his buddy, then hammered his palm emphatically and said, "Take it, of course we’ll take it, thank you, boss!"

As ’One-Eye’ looked at the ammunition piled up in the hall, he said, "Boss, my men need a few machine guns, no problem, right?"

Joe Ga generously waved his hand and said, "Take whatever you can, as much as you can, and grab a few RPGs too. Tonight’s going to be lively, everyone be careful."

Watching ’One-Eye’ and his merry men dive into the pile of ammo, Joe Ga knew that Spurs and Orange Cat were very strict about their own stuff; allies were allies, but belongings had to be clearly divided.

At this moment, Joe Ga realized that mercenaries could also hire additional hands.

’One-Eye’ and his crew were very useful, both professional and inexpensive. They were better for defense missions than PB’s soldiers.

As Joe Ga was pondering, the CIA field agent Sofia suddenly rushed out of the office and called out to him, "Sir, our boss wants to see you..."

Joe Ga told Spurs and Orange Cat, who were waiting for their orders, "Go upstairs and set up defenses; use everything you can, sandbags, steel plates. I’ll go inside and check things out."

As he walked into the office, he saw on the big screen...

Most of Benghazi had fallen into war, with smoke and gunfire everywhere.

Joe Ga walked over to Eric’s side, incredulously asking, "Why is the situation so big?"

Eric, rubbing his temples in pain, said, "Al-Qaeda has struck back. The Martyrs Brigade, the 117 Revolution Brigade, they’ve turned coat. These people have started a fight with the government’s National Army soldiers in the city center.

Al-Qaeda has sent troops from Surt, and fighting has broken out in Fati to the east.

Things have descended into chaos..."

As Eric spoke, the big screen in front of him trembled, then suddenly went black...

Eric urgently raised his voice, "What happened?"

A slightly overweight young man with glasses tapped a few keys on the keyboard and said, "Sir, the Africa command center has sent a drone, I’m connecting to the feed now..."

The image on the big screen soon returned, but all that was visible was thick smoke.

When the drone changed to a different angle, the image displayed left everyone in silence.

The street was littered with bodies, and about a dozen people were running out from the houses on both sides, weaving through the corpses.

At that moment, everyone realized what had just happened...

A car bomb, and a fully loaded explosive car bomb at that!

Several CIA staffers with weaker constitutions had already started to cover their mouths and cry.

Field agent York, with a grim expression, brought a phone to Eric and said, "Boss, it’s a call from the State Department..."

Eric took the call and pressed speakerphone, saying, "This is Eric Bent, who is this?"

"I’m Kent, Chief Advisor at the State Department. Sir, you must already be aware of the current situation. Our ambassador is surrounded, but we can’t send the Air Force to attack a city of our allies.

The closest military base to you is 700 kilometers away. Without authorization from our allies, we can’t send in the Marines.

I know my request is forward, but I still want to ask you to send a team into Benghazi to rescue the ambassador."

Eric looked at Joe Ga with a wry smile and said, "Mr. Kent, if you have drones and have been paying attention to us, you should know that we are surrounded.

We are not in the city center. I request that you allow the drone to strike and cover us so we can break out.

We want to rescue the ambassador, too, but we are currently in danger ourselves."

Eric’s words left the other side silent; after about half a minute, Kent said gravely, "I understand," and then hung up the call.

The response from the other end put everyone in the office in great panic. Field agent York, pale-faced, looked at Eric and said, "Boss, what happened?

Why isn’t the military rescuing the ambassador? Why do they want us to go on a suicide mission?

We have no backup, do we?"

Eric nodded solemnly and then took out a remote to switch to another screen.

The front and back doors of the embassy, surrounded by white walls, were under the assault of a large number of armed militants.

So far, the militants had not broken through, but the panicked expressions of the embassy guards suggested that the gates wouldn’t hold for much longer.

Eric said to a few technicians, "Record the faces of everyone and send them back to headquarters. From now on, we have to rely on ourselves."

Then Eric pulled Joe Ga aside and whispered, "Hu Lang, we are secure, right?"

Joe Ga nodded decisively, "For now, no problem. We’re not the primary target. The terrorists aim to take control of Benghazi. If we hold out until dawn tomorrow, we’ll just evacuate."

Joe Ga glanced at his watch and added, "Twelve hours until 6 a.m. tomorrow. If we hold out that long, it’ll be clear that the government has let you down, which will lessen the pressure on you when you get back."

Eric, treated as ’one of us’, nodded gratefully, then pulled Joe Ga aside and whispered, "I want to rescue the ambassador..."

Joe Ga, wide-eyed, said, "You’ve got to be kidding me—you want me to lead a charge into Benghazi?"

"No, no, no..."

Eric hurriedly explained, "The ambassador has a detail of two State Department security agents, plus a four-man bodyguard team. They are Tian Peng’s elite.

I know ’Three Times Tian Peng’ is in Benghazi. They also have a team on a mission protecting the executives of the Libya Oil Group. I think I can persuade them to carry out the rescue and then escort the ambassador to meet up with us.

Boss, it’s better for us if the ambassador returns alive!"

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Joe Ga immediately grasped what Eric meant, and just as he was about to respond, he was startled by a loud gunshot from the roof, followed by Nis’s voice over the comm channel...

"The people from the woods east of the estate are approaching. Shut off all the lights.

Those on the wall, stay alert, enemies are mingled in the village, I spotted an RPG..."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga pushed Eric to attend to his own affairs, then rushed towards the rooftop, pressing the communicator and shouting, "Antar, report the situation on the south road...

Hold off on firing the mortars just yet. King Kong, come up with me. Everyone else, take your positions."

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