King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 578 - 556: Boss Qiao Must Be a Core Character

For dinner, Tony's specialty was potato beef, along with stir-fried broccoli and vegetable soup.

Joe's team's combat meals were so unbelievable to the SAS guys that they wondered who went into battle with an entire set of kitchen stoves? There was even a freezer, and just the chefs who stir-fried the vegetables numbered three.

And during mealtime, these three chefs even took the initiative to help stand guard.

Tony looked so simple-minded that it was a wonder, but seeing the formidable appearance of 'Sugar' and the old bull, 'Knight' couldn't help but be incredulous and said, "Are they really cooks?"

Joe Ga poured two spoonfuls of thick potato beef sauce over a big bowl of rice, stirred it, and then scooped up a large spoonful of beef to fill the gap in his rice, without even giving the stir-fried broccoli a glance.

Hearing 'Knight's' question, Joe Ga gestured for them to eat to their heart's content and then said with a laugh, "Cooks are also soldiers, and it's only natural for soldiers to go to war. What's so strange about that?

However, the three here are holding us back, the ones next door are truly formidable."

Not far away, 'Sugar' heard the boss's remark and wanted to explain, but in the end, he just helplessly lowered his head, knowing he couldn't compare to those old squad leaders.

Those people had been hardened by actual combat, facing poaching, smuggling, drug trafficking, DT on the northwest frontier—each not something to be taken lightly.

These men were steeled through blood and fire, and to put it sentimentally, 'so much for peaceful times, it's just that some people carry the burden forward,' that's what they were.

But times were changing, and the military was adjusting its ranks; these guys just didn't catch the wave.

When 'Sugar' enlisted, he also joined the special forces, but the environment was already different back then.

He met Great Solon's kitchen crew during an exercise and then discovered the kitchen crew of the second-line troops was full of demigods.

They were all people whom leaders were reluctant to let go of, and in the end, they were all stuffed into the kitchen crew.

In comparison, 'Sugar' felt he had a slight advantage in physical strength, but for the rest, he probably was dragging the team down.

After sighing, 'Sugar' earnestly turned his gaze towards the street across, resolving to practice more.

Tony, on the other hand, was carefree. Seeing 'Sugar's' gloom, this big-hearted fool grinned and said, "'Sugar,' we can fight too; I think we're pretty awesome. Don't believe me? Just wait until payday and check the paycheck. Everyone else gets 500 a day for fighting, and so do we.

This proves we are no worse!"

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'Sugar' was dumbfounded by Tony's bewildering train of thought. He wanted to say something, but in the end, facing the honest Tony, he could only say one thing, 'You're right!'

Joe Ga wasn't too concerned with 'Sugar's' thoughts. He chatted away with 'Knight' about this and that until he received a phone call from Jean-Pierre, the deputy director of France Internal Security whom he had met briefly before. Only then did he finish his dinner and frown, saying, 'What does France Security want with me?'

After speaking, Joe Ga ignored the utterly alert 'Knight,' picked up the phone and said with a smile, "Hey, Minister Pierre, long time no see, how has it been?"

France's pursuit of the missing uranium materials had never stopped, only now they were focusing on ISIS territory in the Middle East. Who would've thought that ISIS would dare to do such a thing right under the European Union's nose?

After the Liberia observer passed back information, the security department immediately came up with a chilling speculation based on the geographical location of Tubruq, the identities of Basavich and Madeline.

Basavich had a slew of criminal records, and a 'dirty bomb' was nothing unusual for him.

The identity of Madeline was even more special. After receiving the information, France put immense pressure on England's intelligence service right away.

However, Africa Daddy didn't have enough clout in England, and that Madeline must have had some unspeakable issues, prompting the English to want to deal with her by themselves and thus pushing the French back.

Both lost nuclear materials, one cultivated an agent linked to terrorists, both were tainted, a case of six of one, half a dozen of the other.

So, naturally, the focus returned to Joe Ga...

Pierre wasn't in the mood for idle chat with Joe Ga, and after a few seconds of silence, he said solemnly, "Hatchet, we need your help!

In return..."

Joe Ga cleared his throat, cast a glance at 'Knight' who was all ears, and then, holding up the loudly-ringing phone, walked to the side as he said with a laugh, "P·B is a steadfast ally of France. If there's anything I can help with, I'll do my best."

How could the French be satisfied with 'doing one's best'?

Pierre said seriously, "Hatchet, the situation may be very serious. Help me, and in return, we will offer many conveniences to your bank.

Our Prime Minister Valls is sitting right beside me..."

"I am Valls, I guarantee Pierre's promise is absolutely valid.

The French ambassador to Congo, Kaso, is my friend. The list of France Commerce Group in Central Africa is made by me, and I was the one who approved Gami Kopurko's acquisition actions in France.

Hatchet, we need more than just your best effort!"

Joe Ga was taken aback for a moment; he had noticed that many people treated him less like a military contractor and more like a politician when talking to him.

This was a good sign; it meant that both P·B and Hatchet had transcended the simple dimension of money and were gravitating towards 'greater collective interests.'

Joe Ga didn't know much about France's Prime Minister, but Valls's willingness to lay out these terms, revealing his sphere of influence explicitly, meant he could keep his word.

No one would mess with a military contractor of enormous influence, especially the French who have significant interests in Africa.

The terms offered by Valls were enticing, but Joe Ga was no rookie. He knew that accepting an offer akin to a blank check could offend people once the dust settled.

'Taking advantage of a crisis' was something that could end up being more trouble than it was worth, unless both parties were of equal standing.

Because P·B simply couldn't compare with France!

Joe Ga detected the urgency in the other party's voice, but he did not nod. Instead, he said with a smile, "Sir, you know I respect France, so when I say 'I'll do my best,' I'm not just paying lip service.

First, you need to tell me what you want. As long as there are no legal obstacles, P·B can mobilize all resources in Liberia to support your actions."

The other party must have been speaking on speakerphone in a conference room with Joe Ga. When Joe asked his question, there was a brief whisper of consultation on the other end before Pierre spoke, "Hu Lang, remember Niger?"

Joe Ga deliberately paused before replying, "Of course, we fought a beautiful battle together there. 'Comet' is currently on a mission in Central Africa, and we've had a very pleasant cooperation!"

Pierre probably couldn't remember a small fry like 'Comet.' He hesitated and then said, "That's for the best. If you remember the situation in Niger, you should know that we lost some things there..."

Joe Ga took the initiative to pause and reflect for a moment before saying, "Don't tell me it's what I'm thinking. The combination of bomb makers and those materials is terrifying..."

As soon as Pierre heard Joe Ga catching on, he hastily said, "Hu Lang, that's why we need your help. Right now, you have two special operations squads there. I need your help to capture Basavich and Madeline, and to find their hideout.

We need to know if Basavich has made a dirty bomb, and if he has succeeded, whether the dirty bomb was left in Liberia, or..."

Pierre listened to Joe Ga 'inhaling sharply' on the phone, and said with a bitter smile, "You should understand the gravity of the situation, Hu Lang. We can't send more people to your place at short notice.

I know you've run into a bit of an obstacle in Tubruq. Just help me out here, and tomorrow I'll organize a shipment of heavy weaponry for you."

When Joe Ga heard Pierre finally offering some immediate returns, he decisively said, "No problem!

I'll contact the 'Hatchet' team right away. I've got an English SAS team here too that is monitoring Madeline. We move tonight and will do everything possible to flush her out.

Shit, Tubruq is my turf. How can there be such a thing as a dirty bomb here?"

Joe Ga convincingly acted out the emotions he was supposed to feel, and Pierre was none the wiser, but he did have some reservations about the involvement of the English...

"Hu Lang, what's the attitude of the English?"

Joe Ga, thinking it better to watch the drama unfold, said, "Basavich has been killed by Devil Bird. The English want to capture Madeline alive.

Don't worry, my surveillance hand has already locked onto a suspicious target. We'll go in for reconnaissance and attack tonight, and there should be some gains.

Starting now, I'll do my best to block all access routes in and out of Tubruq. Madeline won't be able to run!"

Upon hearing the latest update from Joe Ga, Pierre was momentarily stunned before saying anxiously, "Hu Lang, let our people join the operation. Madeline is an English spy; she can't fall into English hands."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga feigned distress and said, "Sir, could you possibly negotiate with the English yourself?

You know, I'm happy to help you, but I'm just the boss of a small company..."

Pierre could indeed understand Joe Ga's point; offending England in secret wasn't much of an issue, but slapping England in the face on a key issue, given the hooligan tendencies of those troublemakers, would mean a lot of trouble for P·B.

After a few minutes of thought, Pierre said very seriously, "Hu Lang, you have a contract with Haftar, and Tubruq is your turf now.

I'm thinking you'll join the operation, and then keep Madeline in your hands.

We'll send someone for interrogation before we and the English come to a conclusion, but no one can take her away...

Is that alright?"

Joe Ga turned to glance at 'Knight,' who was pretending to take a stroll to aid digestion, but was eagerly sticking close to him. He waved impatiently to shoo him away, then spoke into the phone, "No problem, we are allies. P·B never disappoints its allies!"

As he said this, Joe Ga hung up the phone, and seeing the pale-faced 'Knight,' he shrugged and said with a smile, "You see, I told you that you thanked me too early!

But we're all soldiers. I understand your situation, so I never thought of leaving you out.

Soldiers aren't responsible for asking questions; we only fight the devil!

Buddy, I'm caught between England and France now, but I still insist that if there's a chance, we should send the devil back to hell."

With that, Joe Ga held out his fist to 'Knight' and said, "Forget the dirty tricks of those politicians. Let's do what soldiers really should do, alright?"

'Knight' was taken aback for a moment. He shrugged helplessly, nodded, and bumped fists with Joe Ga, saying, "You're right, we're just soldiers!!"

Just as 'Knight' was expressing his stance, Old Bull, who was on sentry duty, suddenly shouted, "Boss, 'Gunfire' is in position with the Tuareg people, and there are two French SAS teams moving in on us..."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga punched 'Knight' in the chest with force, laughing, "Get ready, bring extra ammo, tonight's going to be a long one..."