King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 797 - 725 The Princess Who Wants to Commit Suicide

797: Chapter 725: The Princess Who Wants to Commit Suicide

797 -725: The Princess Who Wants to Commit Suicide

The lively party continued until the wee hours…

After Nis and the others went to sleep, Joe Ga, alone and restless, snuck into the resort’s gun room with Danbao tagging along.

The shotguns were all ready-made, Seville-branded ‘Jackal Rifles’, now the best-selling brand in Central Afrika.

This was because, per Boss Qiao’s request, they had uplifted military-grade weapons to the level of professional hunting equipment.

In fact, the best quality and performance of any product are mostly in the hands of ‘enthusiasts’, because they are willing to spend the money.

The ‘Jackal Rifle’ was not only much better in the details of the shotgun but even the bullets were selected high-priced goods.

Perhaps to cater to the boss’s tastes, the resort’s gun room was very well decorated and equipped with a complete set of modification and maintenance tools.

Hundreds of shotguns were neatly displayed in the cabinets, including sporting shotguns and side-by-side double-barreled shotguns that fired buckshot.

Joe Ga didn’t really intend to modify the guns himself, he simply swept through a couple of cabinets, took away 20 shotguns and placed them in a toolbox, and then quickly produced the newly manufactured accessories.

Joe Ga sat in a chair, pushed Danbao’s nosy trunk away, and assembled the guns one by one with his own hands like building blocks, then made meticulous adjustments.

The original walnut stocks and forends were enhanced by Joe Ga with somewhat mystical patterns, and irregular patterns appeared on the critical stainless-steel barrels as if they were dyed on.

He fitted each shotgun with color-coordinated optics and silencers, accompanied by a box of professional hunting ammunition set aside.

After sorting out the shotguns, it took Joe Ga another hour to fiddle with 10 extremely pricey-looking side-by-side double-barreled shotguns before nodding in satisfaction…

Hamandan really was a show-off, Joe Ga decided he would let him see tomorrow what level of product the best gunsmith on Earth could produce.

After sorting out the shotguns, Joe Ga packed them separately, then coaxed the obstinately lying Danbao off the ground, himself carrying two guns, ready to go out and find a place to test them.

As Joe Ga stepped out, he was startled by a figure on the bench by the door.

“shit~”

Joe Ga’s exclamation also scared Danbao into bouncing on the spot, and then in an instant, this big fellow flashed behind Boss Qiao, used its big nose to push Joe Ga’s arms apart, and stuck its huge head in, seeking cover from the boss…

To be fair, an MSL girl in broad daylight wearing a robe with a veil isn’t ugly, and if she has a pair of beautiful eyes, it might even stir the desire to peek at her true face.

But late at night, a girl in a white robe, with unkempt hair and sitting in a dark corner barely breathing, looks quite scary.

When the girl lifted her head, Joe Ga frowned and said, “Rafah…

Why didn’t you go to sleep and come here instead?”

Rafah pushed back her hair to reveal an unhealthy flush on her face, and the faint sweat on her forehead indicated she had undergone something.

“I can’t sleep without the medicine…”

Joe Ga was taken aback, thinking that Sayyid better not have passed on a junkie to him…

This didn’t fit at all with his persona as the nemesis of drug dealers!

Frowning at Rafah who clearly wasn’t normal, Joe Ga shook his head and said, “What medicine do you normally take?

I might manage to find some sleeping pills, but there definitely aren’t any drugs here.”

Rafah’s condition was even worse compared to the daytime.

Upon hearing Joe Ga’s question, Rafah remained extraordinarily calm, shaking her head, she said, “I don’t use drugs, they give me ‘Clozapine’ to put me to sleep so as not to anger my father…”

Joe Ga was someone who had looked into his own mental health issues; he knew about ‘Clozapine’, and he had even seen ‘Iceman’ take it.

It’s a sedative for combating schizophrenia.

Rafah was using it like a sleeping pill, which would cause problems even if there weren’t any originally.

Knowing Rafah wasn’t a junkie, Joe Ga relaxed a bit, then, somewhat uncomfortably, circled his hand near the solar system, saying, “You’re okay with this, right?

I think you’re not in good shape.

If you really need this medicine, I’ll have someone look into it…”

Rafah lifted her unhealthy, flushed face, her eyes slightly red as she looked at Joe Ga and said, “I don’t want the medicine.

The family doctor is waiting in my room, but I don’t want it.

I’m not mad…

Sayyid says you can help me, is that true?”

Joe Ga kept a hold on Danbao’s nose to keep it still, then looked at Rafah and said, “It’s true, you’re safe here!

If you’re sure you’re okay, you can refuse to take the medicine!

But you don’t look too good right now.

If I’m to help you, then I have to take some responsibility for you.

May I make a call to Sayyid?

You should trust him…”

Rafah nodded slightly, then looking at Joe Ga said, “You said a gun can bring a sense of security, could you give me one?”

Joe Ga could very clearly feel that Rafah didn’t want to live anymore…

He didn’t know how much of this was due to the medication and how much was due to mental issues, but Joe Ga felt he shouldn’t refuse a girl on the verge of collapse…

He pulled out his ‘Super Jagre’, quietly removed the bullets from the magazine, held the slide and handed the gun to Rafah, then he took out his phone and called Sayyid.

The moment the call connected, Joe Ga heard the sound of the firing pin striking, and when he turned his head, he found Rafah with the gun against her chin, pulling the trigger.

The crisp impact made Rafah jolt, and then as if all her strength was depleted, she slumped onto the bench.

Joe Ga didn’t understand what this girl had gone through; the decisiveness in her attempt to end her own life troubled him deeply…

It wasn’t that he resented being dragged down with her should she seek death, but rather that her pervasive negative energy affected him.

Committing suicide requires immense courage, and it seemed that Rafah’s failure to die had left her utterly devastated…

Fear, regret, anger, and a mess of other emotions mixed together, leading her to a complete emotional breakdown.

At the moment, Rafah was like a madman, clutching a gun, hugging her own head tightly, and crouching between her knees as she let out a scream that was suppressed to the extreme.

She appeared to be tamed, not daring to roar loudly even in her despair.

Joe Ga didn’t know why Rafah had come to him, and his feelings were complicated now…

Because if Rafah were to die in front of him, his friendship with Sayyid would suffer a severe blow.

The Global Guided Hunting Group was Joe Ga’s initial dream, and if Sayyid pulled out, the company would fall back into a half-dead state.

It wasn’t that he disliked Rafah, because you can’t blame a psychologically broken person for not considering your feelings.

The gun was given to her actively by Joe Ga!

Joe Ga now truly sympathized with her, at the same time he couldn’t comprehend, what kind of father would push his own daughter towards death.

Hearing Sayyid’s voice on the phone, Joe Ga said in a heavy tone, “I’m here at the resort’s gun room; your sister Rafah just almost killed herself.

You’d better come over…”

“What?

Oh, FUCK!

I knew she heard it…

Big Nose, did Rafah get hurt, I’ll come over with the doctor right away…”

Joe Ga saw the collapsing Rafah flinch at the word ‘doctor.’ Frowning, he said, “No need for a doctor, she’s still alive…”

“Wait for me, I’m coming right now!

Tell her, I will never let her go back!

Even if it means giving up the prince’s rank, I won’t let Sara and her go back!”

Sayyid’s anxiety made Joe Ga feel the guy actually had some responsibility.

Watching Rafah shivering in her breakdown, Joe Ga pulled the gun from her grasp, patted her on the shoulder, and said, “Pulling the trigger at your own head must be thrilling.

How about trying in another place instead?

This place has just been renovated, don’t dirty the walls.”

Rafah was stunned by Joe Ga’s ‘heartless’ act.

Lifting her head like a fierce ghost, she said, “So you think I should die too, right?”

Joe Ga waved his hand and said, “The key is whether you want to live!

Otherwise, according to you, there are more people in this world who want me dead.

Shouldn’t I also take a gun to my head like you?”

As he spoke, Joe Ga removed the magazine, took out two bullets from his pocket and shoved them in, then chambered the gun and fired a shot into the sky from a nearby corridor…

Seeing several employees—Xiao Heis—running over from afar, he gestured to them not to panic.

Then he returned to Rafah, held the gun slide and handed the gun back to her, saying, “This time, die in front of your brother.

It’s not bad having someone care about you in your last moments.”

Anyone who has tried to take their own life once will experience tremendous emotional turmoil afterward.

Very few people, having failed to end their lives once, will have the will to try a second time.

Joe Ga was confident the gun wouldn’t fire.

He believed that if Rafah dared to try again, he would persuade Sayyid to take her back, letting her die for her father to see.

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Rafah’s body shook as she reached out to grasp the gun, only to hear a loud shout from a distance…

“What are you doing?”

Sayyid, gasping for breath, surged over and snatched the gun away, glaring angrily at Joe Ga and shouting, “Why did you give her a gun?”

Joe Ga rolled his eyes and said, “Wanting to die is easy, isn’t it?

If there were no gun, a jump into the lake out back where the hippos are could kill you.”

As he spoke, Joe Ga took advantage of Sayyid’s moment of shock, snatched the gun back and handed it to Rafah again, saying, “Now there’s someone here who cares about you.

Try again…”

“Don’t do this, Rafah, don’t do this, I won’t let you go back, you’re free now, you’re safe here!”

Shivering, Rafah lifted her head to look at Sayyid, a bitter smile on her face, and said, “Sayyid…

but he wants us to go back…

If I died, maybe it would make him go easier on Sara.”

Sayyid hurriedly shook his head and said, “Rafah, give me the gun, trust me, I brought you here, I won’t send you back.

Think about Princess Amina.

If Hu Lang can help her escape hell, he can certainly help you.

Rafah, don’t do this.

Harman cares about you; he’s just afraid of our father.

He’s helping you, I know you must have heard his call with father…

Trust me, none of it is his true feelings, he’s helping us stall for time.

Hu Lang has found a lot of business for Harman in Iraq, those affairs are going to distract father…”

As he said this, Sayyid looked at Joe Ga and asked, “Hu Lang, please help…”