King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 519 - 500 Unexpected Gains

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Joe Ga and his men poured all the redundant and obstructive firepower into the small woods.

Whether those terrorists were dead or not was no longer important, as Joe believed that unless they had the likes of tanks, they wouldn’t dare trouble him again.

The crazy firepower lasted for nearly 15 minutes until the heat from the blaze was too much even for those in the convoy, and they then prepared to retreat.

Just as Joe was forcefully slapping the roof of the car signaling to retreat, he saw an old man holding a child and leading a sheep catching up to the convoy, blocking the path of a Coaster and not letting it pass.

Joe couldn’t help but marvel at the villagers’ courage!

Facing a group of soldiers who had just perpetrated a massacre, they dared to rush up and demand compensation. "Bear heart, leopard gall" wasn’t sufficient to describe the old man’s courage; without an ironclad heart, no one would dare to do this.

P·B’s Xiao Hei was a bit different from ordinary mercenaries; they showed courage in the face of anyone with a gun, but were at a loss when dealing with ordinary people.

Not because their quality was particularly high but because the cost of misconduct and their sense of honor instinctively stopped them from misbehaving.

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Those civilized-world CIA ’rookie agents’ also differed from their stony-hearted colleagues.

A few young people, used to office work, saw their convoy starting to move and yet found themselves stopped by the old man; they got out of the car and started arguing with the old man, but it was like talking to a wall and they couldn’t persuade him to move.

What started as an anxious debate gradually turned into a scuffle...

Noticing the situation behind him, Joe alighted from the vehicle with his gun and sprinted over...

Wanting to fire a warning shot at the old man, but seeing the snotty child in his arms, he reluctantly pushed past an anxious, chubby young man and then shouted at the old man in Arabic, "What the fuck do you want?"

The old man stood his ground seemingly unfazed, facing the imposing Joe he squared his shoulders and said, "You’ve destroyed our homes, you must compensate..."

Joe was stunned by the old man’s words, feeling the rightness yet wrongness in them.

It wasn’t a scam, it was their only way to survive.

Reflecting on the fact it was he who ordered the complete destruction of the small village, Joe helplessly rubbed his nose and then looking at the CIA youngsters in the Coaster, said, "Stop dawdling, take out all the cash you have on you…"

While speaking, Joe magically pulled out two rolls of $20 bills and stuffed them into the old man’s hands, saying, "Four thousand dollars, enough to compensate for all your losses. I’ll have them collect a few more thousand, take it back and share it with the villagers.

But you have to do something for me..."

The old man certainly didn’t expect Joe to be this agreeable. He’d come prepared to die, bringing his only grandchild and a sheep, ready to die neatly as a family. To his surprise, not only did Joe not explode with anger, but he even offered money.

Now holding the cash, the old man felt unsettled, clutching the bills tightly, he looked apprehensively at Joe and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

That’s the difference between those with and without property; before, he had nothing and nothing to fear. Now, suddenly having four thousand dollars, he began to feel nervous about matters...

Joe didn’t intend to trouble the old man further, pointing to the estate in the distance, he said, "Warn your villagers that I’ve planted bombs in the estate. They mustn’t touch the munitions inside, especially not the main building and the annex near the small lake; entering will trigger an explosion.

However, they can take away some food and such from the small building on the east side.

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Got it?"

The old man looked at Joe’s earnest expression, a bit dazed he nodded and said, "You mean you’re giving us everything inside?"

Joe sighed and clarified once more, "I’ve given you money, and you can have what’s in the east building, but you can’t enter other areas; I’ve planted bombs there."

The old man looked at the money in his hand, then back at Joe, and with a confused glint in his cloudy old eyes said, "The things in the main building are very valuable, right?

You give me money, and I can gather our villagers to guard your estate until you return..."

Joe was amused by the old man’s suggestion; he reached back to grab a hat full of banknotes and stuffed it into the old man’s chest, saying with a laugh, "You can’t stop those Al Qaeda fellows. Take the money and find somewhere to hide for a while. Once the buildings there blow up, you can come back."

As he spoke, Joe suddenly had an idea, grabbing the old man he said, "If you really want to do something for me, then do this...

When you leave, help me destroy the wooden dock, and a few small boats as well. Can you do that?"

The old man, feeling more assured by having a task, nodded vigorously and said, "I understand, may God bless you, young man!!"

Joe no longer wanted to delay here. He frisked himself, found a few big chocolate bars, and stuffed them into the snotty child’s hands, then he pushed the old man toward the roadside while gesturing for everyone to board their vehicles, and he sprinted back to his own car; the convoy officially departed...

None noticed that the old man didn’t come alone; a young man with a deep scar across his face lay in a shallow ditch a dozen meters away, holding a dust-covered camera, recording Joe’s ’deal’ with the old man the whole time.

Despite the distance being rather long and the camera not picking up sound, the footage was fairly clear.

These villagers were truly seasoned survivors of war upheaval; they hadn’t expected the fighting to be so intense, to the destruction of their homeland.

With nothing left to live for, the old man took it upon himself to intercept the convoy, while the others were not without preparation.

If P·B hurt someone as a result, these images would be exposed, and that would be enough trouble for them to deal with.

As the convoy faded into the distance, the young man stood up from the ditch and approached the old man.

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Looking at the large amount of cash he was holding in his arms, the young man took it and asked, "What did that person just say?"

The old man trusted the young man deeply. He hugged the snotty child and rubbed his head vigorously, saying, "Just now, that person said they gave us the stuff in the eastern building and told us to take it and leave this place, that there are bombs in the other houses and to not go in there.

Oh, he also told us to dismantle the small dock and destroy the boats..."

The young man with the scarred face frowned upon hearing this and said, "Old man, do you think they’ll come back?"

The old man, now wanting to live again, grinned and said, "I think they will, they sunk some things in the little lake and they think we don’t know about it."

While talking, the old man looked at the youth and said, "Hasan, stop worrying, let’s go. We can’t stay in the woods anymore."

Scarface Hasan heard this, casually took the child from the old man’s arms, and as he turned to leave said, "Old man, do you think they would reward us if I brought people to help defend the estate for them?

I’ve spoken with those folks; they come from a company called P·B, they’re different from the rest!

Old man, if we want to have a safe home, we need someone to help us.

I’m tired of leading our tribesmen to wander around..."

The elder paused for a moment before replying helplessly, "I don’t know, I’m old now, you are the head of the village.

Maybe you can try asking those white journalists, P·B company isn’t like other mercenary groups, you should be able to find out more.

Hasan, you are the bravest warrior of the tribes and very smart too!

We’ll support whatever decision you make!"

After hearing this, Scarface Hasan nodded seriously and said, "Let’s head back. You all find a place to settle down first, I’ll stay here to help those people defend this place. When they come back, I’ll have the chance to deal with the guy from just now.

Everyone coming from Jalu is dead, I doubt anyone will come looking for trouble again, we should be safe!"

The old man laughed in response and said, "You make your own decisions, I think it can’t get any worse."

While speaking, the old man took out a Lion Head Armband from his pocket and handed it to Scarface Hasan, saying with a smile, "I snatched this from that guy’s arm earlier, it’s for you...

Tell anyone who wants to enter that you are guarding the estate for P·B and let in no one except for P·B’s people.

No matter if that guy from earlier recognizes it or not, he will compensate you..."

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What happened at the scene didn’t affect P·B’s operation; they picked up Karman and others at the highway junction and soon joined the ambassador who had been rushing over.

Truth be told, Joe Ga had indeed saved that man’s life.

Because P·B had strong leverage over a portion of the terrorist forces and directly caused a powerful assault team to change course at the last minute, abandoning their mission to enter Benghazi to come to the aid of the terrorists coming from Jalu.

If it weren’t for Boss Qiao, the ambassador’s car would definitely have collided head-on with that supporting convoy.

It’s fair to say he saved the ambassador’s life!

At this moment, Joe Ga didn’t realize that his momentary kindness would have a bizarre effect in a small village in Liberia.

As Hasan and the old man gathered with the villagers, Boss Qiao was sitting heavy-faced in an armored Mercedes, coordinating with Eric to ’extort’ the ambassador...

"Sir, I’m a mercenary, and I don’t understand why America didn’t send someone to rescue you.

It’s fine if you don’t tell me because I have other commissions to take care of next. I’ll take you to the edge of Egypt, and then you’ll have to figure out your own way," he said.

The ambassador, named Christopher Steven, pondered Joe’s blunt words and said, "I’d like you to escort me to Central Africa. I’m very interested in Princess Amina’s story and Jemma Alexander’s endeavors, and I want to do my part as well."

At this time, the ambassador didn’t realize that Eric and Boss Qiao were in cahoots, and he tried to use some grand-sounding words to mask his flurry...

This guy was playing a clever game, aiming to head to Central Africa to leverage Princess Amina’s media influence to report his experiences and whereabouts to the world, then to apply pressure on the White House and the State Department.

An incident like an attack on the ambassador, once entered into official investigation procedures, would become very troublesome.

With the victim present and media exposure, it’s not something that can be suppressed just because a certain big shot says so.

You should know that most of America’s ambassadors are representatives of some industry groups, they are businessmen, backed by capital.

If this issue blew up, it would become a sensational scandal, and someone would inevitably have to take the fall.

Boss Qiao truly didn’t care, because he ’knew nothing’; he was merely fulfilling his contract.

Protecting the safety of Eric and the staff of the CIA branch was Boss Qiao’s main responsibility.

Seeing that Mr. Ambassador was being oblivious, wanting a free ride without giving anything in return, well, Boss Qiao wasn’t about to indulge him...