King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 666 - 632 Chaos

Joe Ga gave the four newly joined special forces team members some time to rest and didn't gather everyone until the afternoon of the next day to board a chartered flight to Baghdad.

It was a 737 airplane, with an interior spacious enough for everyone to rest well in the sky.

Joe Ga sat in the first-class seat, continuously pondering what he might face.

He still couldn't figure out why someone would target him.

Thompson had sent him a file, in which a person named Sergey Protosen was mentioned, a rather low-key energy oligarch in Great Russian Country at the current stage.

What caught Joe Ga's attention wasn't the emergence of his old nemesis Harlotte, but a fund marked in red on the file, 'Lake Belga Foundation'.

If Joe Ga remembered correctly, this mysterious-backed fund had once funded Hodorovsky, one of the famous seven oligarchs.

Given Emperor Pu's ruthless nature, the fact that Hodorovsky was eventually pardoned and could even take a large amount of capital to Germany to continue his anti-Emperor Pu endeavor was astonishing.

If there wasn't some insider information involved, Joe Ga thought he might as well give up on his brains.

Nova's market value was just 8 billion US dollars, and Sergey was just the president; Joe Ga was not afraid of him at all, but the 'Lake Belga Foundation' behind him was a bit of a head-scratcher.

The foundation funded both Hodorovsky and Sergey, two energy oligarchs, and seemed to be at odds with Russia's energy industry.

Who exactly they were composed of, Joe Ga really couldn't guess.

Just looking at Hodorovsky's life, the foundation seemed aimed at hollowing out Great Russian Country, which could likely be the upper class from Western Europe.

But Emperor Pu couldn't have been unaware of the background of the Lake Belga Foundation. If it were really run by Western Europeans, he would have no reason to let Hodorovsky go.

The guy wrote a letter to Emperor Pu from prison, saying he missed his mother, and got pardoned. That sounded like a fairy tale.

So if it wasn't the Western Europeans, who could it be?

Haftar reminded Joe Ga that an oligarch had taken an interest in the oil industry of Tubruq, likely this Sergey.

But was it Sergey who was audacious, or was it his backing from the Lake Belga Foundation?

The implications here are different; being targeted by an oligarch meant that disposing of him physically would be the end of it, but being targeted by a covert foundation was a bigger problem.

If they didn't show themselves, Boss Joe couldn't even get the chance to pull people into the fray; having to face things head-on was too passive.

Thompson had utilized CIA channels and still couldn't find any background information on the Lake Belga Foundation, only some scattered data including shell companies and bank accounts.

This proved that America too was investigating the foundation, but so far had no specific information.

Given America's resources, even following the money trail didn't uncover the master controllers of the foundation; this was getting quite mysterious...

How did Harlotte get interconnected with Sergey?

There must be some unknown connection, but without key information, Joe Ga couldn't tie all the events together.

As the plane flew over Jordan and was about to enter Baghdad, Joe Ga took out the satellite phone and called Thompson, saying, "Notify Engineer to go to Moscow, I want Sergey dead."

Thompson paused and said, "Boss, Sergey travels by private jet, and he has properties around the world. It's very difficult to track his movements.

The Engineer needs time for reconnaissance before taking action, and the whole process may take one to two months.

I personally suggest using Haftar to lure him out and take him down in Benghazi."

Joe Ga looked out the window, shaking his head, "No, go to Moscow.

I can find some evidence here that an Azerbaijani arms dealer has been supplying weapons to ISIS, and that dealer must be connected to Sergey.

In a few days, I'll send the evidence to you, and you leak those things to the media.

If they want to give me trouble, I'll give them even bigger trouble.

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Nova is a publicly-listed company, and its president is connected to terrorists; this news is enough to impact their stock prices.

ISIS is a madman that spares no one, and Great Russian Country supports the Syrian Government; with such an incident, Sergey will have to return to Moscow to explain.

I'll get Gami involved before the Engineer kills him, and first, I want to reap enough benefits from his company."

As he spoke, Joe Ga hung up the phone and, holding Nis's hand beside him, said, "Damn it, that Harlotte is just an American Shen Gongbao, setting targets for me everywhere."

Nis didn't know who 'Shen Gongbao' was. She took Joe Ga's left hand in hers and said, "Don't overthink it. No matter what happens, I'll deal with it in my own best way.

I don't understand why you feel nervous; maybe we can't solve the problem, but we can take care of the person causing the problem, at least that buys us enough time."

Joe Ga listened and laughed, "If it were that simple, that'd be great!

But you're right, we are mercenaries after all, and mercenaries should be a bit impulsive.

Remember to remind me after landing to call 'Iceman'; he's been following Jack Heinz in tracking Harlotte and there's been no word yet. I need to press him.

If he doesn't come back soon, Squad E will no longer have a spot for him!"

Nis looked at the smile on Joe Ga's face and frowned, "In the past, you would grind your teeth every time Harlotte's name came up, but now it feels like you're not so passionate about him anymore. Why?"

Joe Ga responded by rubbing the bridge of his nose, "I hate him, but I don't have the time to chase his ass around.

That Jack Heinz is not bad; with his family's 'accountant,' I'm a bit surprised that he could get so close to Harlotte.

I really don't have the time to pay attention to Harlotte; leaving him to Jack Heinz is the right move. There's no need to off him, just keeping the pressure on and making him scared is good enough."

Nis knew that Joe Ga hadn't told the whole truth, but the girl had one good quality: if Joe Ga didn't want to talk about it, she would never pry.

Peeking out at the vast desert through the porthole, Nis patted Joe Ga's thigh and suggested, "You didn't sleep all night yesterday; take this time to rest a bit.

I've got a feeling that Baghdad won't be peaceful for us. You have to be ready..."

Joe Ga nodded with a smile, "Of course. Titan International and Triple Tian Peng suffered a bomb attack in Basra, and those businessmen won't miss the chance to jack up their prices.

I estimate that the profit distribution scheme won't be settled quickly. I hope these guys don't go too far.

Eight hundred million, that's a price worth shedding blood for many..."

Upon hearing this, Nis reached out and smoothed the slight furrow in Joe Ga's brow, "You don't have to work so hard. After this Iraqi business is over, we should go back to Central Africa for a while.

I don't know if you've noticed, but what you actually enjoy more is the Global Hunting Company.

Every time you mention the hunting company, your eyes light up. You should take it easy..."

Joe Ga paused, then nodded, "I'd forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it. I remember you said you wanted to see the sloths; once we're done with the job in Iraq, let's go to Brazil and check them out.

Then, we can invite Prince Sayyid over and see if we can rope that rich guy into investing in a sloth resort."

Nis was very happy that Joe Ga remembered something she had mentioned in passing. Holding his hand, she said with a smile, "Anywhere that relaxes you is good with me.

Brazil is great; Kitten's hometown is there, she can be our guide."

As the two of them talked, the plane began to descend...

Hearing the captain ask everyone to fasten their seat belts, Joe Ga took a deep breath and looked down at the land of Iraq through the porthole, "Here I come, are you ready..."

............

Eric stood in the top-floor luxury suite of a Baghdad hotel, listening to the distant gunfire and watching the smoke rise. He turned to look at Ambassador Steven, who seemed to be accustomed to this, and said, "Do those ISIS guys have a screw loose? Why don't they retreat to Mosul and wait for us to come to them?"

Chris, sitting on a sofa clutching his head in gloom, said, "Hu Lang's itinerary has been leaked; we never should have trusted those contracting companies.

I'm not sure if they were the ones who leaked the intel, but I'm certain they're happy to let Hu Lang get a taste of Iraq's 'hospitality' first to raise their entry price."

Chris, shaking his head in frustration, continued, "You should have informed me before notifying those bastards. We're in a war; we have to ensure Hu Lang's safety.

Without him, even if we take Mosul, we can't digest those interests.

Why does anyone think they can replace Hu Lang?

I've been here for almost half a year now, and only the terms Hu Lang offers have a chance of consolidating the oil interests within Iraq, because he takes care of most people's interests, and he asks for very little!

Why can't some people understand that?"

Ambassador Steven replied with a somber shake of his head, "I didn't anticipate this situation either. Haliburton's people are currently in touch with Iraq's top brass.

These short-sighted folks have given the Iraqi Government space to raise their price, and they're about to mess up my plan."

Chris, taken aback, looked at Steven and said, "The Haliburton with Vice President Cheney as a shareholder?

Aren't they supposed to be providing energy facility security services? Why are they getting involved in Iraqi business?

They've already proven over the past few years that they can't handle it..."

Steven shook his head, "These people have gone crazy; they think Hu Lang can easily make a fortune in Iraq, so they want to use this method to 'extort' people from the Energy Group...

They think having a Vice President as a shareholder means they can replace Hu Lang. Those fools are delusional.

But it doesn't matter; only a vice-president arrived. Killing them will get things back on track, and the people in charge at Haliburton will come to their senses."

Upon hearing this, Chris shook his head in agony, "You want Hu Lang to take action?

You hit him with bad news as soon as he gets off the plane. With his temperament, he'll spit in your face and curse us all as useless.

FUCK, how did such a good situation turn into what it is now?"

Steven decisively shook his head, "Eric has contacted Triple Tian Peng; we offer them a bit of business assurance, and let them deal with the dirty work.

FUCK, it's about time. Let's set off and pick up Hu Lang first.

We need to have him meet with the Iraqi officials first..."