King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

'Spur' and 'Orange Cat' watched as the boss intended to lead Team A through, they exchanged a glance, hailed a dozen of Xiao Hei to charge forward as the vanguard, taking the lead at the very front to push through the crowded masses.

Among the workers, those with organizational skills like Uncle Qing started to loudly call out, positioning the young and strong at both sides of the team, protecting the elderly, injured, and women in the middle as they began to move forward with difficulty.

The Frenchman Cyclops had seen too many protests back home to count; this wasn't his first experience with such turmoil, but the sight of a group of complete strangers uniting under a red flag was exceedingly rare.

The young and strong on both sides were like a dam, no matter how hard the Liberian refugees tried to break through, they held their ground firmly on either side, shielding those within from the impact.

Seeing signs of disorder at the end of the line with people attempting to blend in, 'One-Eye' exchanged a glance with his partners, then thumped his helmet, saying, "We're up, this is our specialty!"

A tall, dark figure grinned as he pulled out a telescopic baton and said, "I just love it here, because beating people up comes without consequences, haha..."

'One-Eye' spoke to a Sevillian old paratrooper who was setting up defenses and, taking his guys, caught up with the team, flailing batons to scatter a group of refugees attempting to mingle with the Chinese crowd.

When 'Iron Wall Mercenaries' dashed the last hopes of the refugees, a wave of crying spread through the crowd, then the mood began to shift, as people grew increasingly agitated...

Joe Ga could feel the atmosphere at the border change...

Some women kept trying to hand over their children to the Chinese workers, wanting them to take the kids across the border.

A few young men couldn't resist the pleading and took the children, only to be sternly scolded by Old Li, who told them to return the kids to the women.

Looking at the women who clasped their hands together, begging non-stop, wanting the Chinese to lend a hand, Joe Ga furrowed his brows tightly, pushed away a refugee trying to tug at him, and then saw a group of terrorists guarding the border checkpoint.

A man with a headscarf standing on top of a car waved an AK and bellowed, "No one is leaving, this is your country, and you all must stay to build it."

As he said this, he pulled the trigger, firing a burst into the air, then pointed at the bodies hung from the second floor of the checkpoint and with a grin, he yelled, "Get back home, someone will arrange work for you, or this will be your example."

As if to underscore their leader's words, a group of fanatical terrorists raised their guns and sprayed bullets into the dangling corpses.

Bullets tore through the bodies, which were soon shot to pieces.

Joe Ga could never have dreamed that people would be so stupid. In front of so many P·B soldiers, what were they doing firing all their bullets into the air?

These people had grown accustomed to using civilians as shields, counting on the restraint of formal military forces; they believed no one would dare to harm them at this time.

But this time, they were mistaken...

"Bang"

Joe Ga raised his gun and blew the terrorist's head apart...

"Kill them all!!!"

Following Joe Ga's order, the P·B soldiers raised their rifles and began firing at the terrorists who were still boastful a second ago.

There were only about thirty terrorists, while the P·B had more than twenty, and they were well-equipped.

As gruesomely as those bodies had been treated, the terrorists now faced an equally terrible fate!!

Ayu, like a soldier from the future, took the lead, her machine gun whipping through the air, stripping the terrorists of any room to move.

The terrorists' pickup truck was riddled with bullets under the machine gun's fire, and a few of them cowering behind the vehicle yelled in pain as they fell to the ground, clutching their wounds, begging for mercy, but receiving none.

Joe Ga and his team formed a semi-circle and closed in, ruthlessly shooting any figure that showed signs of life...

Seeing an altercation happening at the border between a Chinese man with glasses and a man with a headscarf, Joe Ga pointed to the Liberian side of the checkpoint and shouted, "Spur, Orange Cat, take a team up and search, secure this place..."

Having said this, Joe Ga set down his rifle and dashed toward the Egyptian border...

Watching the man with glasses holding on tightly to the headscarf man, preventing him from making a call, Joe Ga quickly drew his pistol, shot the headscarf man in the head, then extended a hand to the blood-stained man with glasses, saying, "Hello, I'm Hu Lang!!"

The man with the glasses wiped blood and brain matter off his face, trying hard to calm himself down.

Seeing the terrorist who had been extorting him seconds before now with a hole in his head, the man, somewhat trembling, took Joe Ga's hand and said, "Hello, my name is Zhang Ping'an, Diplomatic..."

Joe Ga didn't have time to listen to his self-introduction; after the terrorist was taken care of, the scene became somewhat uncontrollable.

Helping Zhang Ping'an up, Joe Ga brought him to the Egyptian checkpoint and said loudly, "Tell them, let our people go through quickly..."

As he spoke, Joe Ga pulled out several rolls of banknotes, handing them out to anyone who seemed like an officer, and finally, he slapped a roll of large bills at the border officer's window, bending down to look inside at a middle-aged man with a small mustache, and spoke sternly, "Ten minutes, let all the Chinese go through, then I will give you the same amount..."

With a roll of hundred-dollar bills amounting to $5,000, and under the agreement already made with the Chinese embassy, the border officer decisively picked up the money, then stepped out and stood at the gate. Holding a stamp, he called out loudly, "Come here, come this way, come to me..."

Zhang Ping'an saw that the situation had exceeded his expectations. He didn't discuss with Joe Ga whether it was proper to proceed this way but instead yelled at the Chinese column, "Raise the national flag and passports, quick, we're going home!!"

Following Zhang Ping'an's shout, the first batch of Chinese workers smoothly passed through the border.
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But the unrest among the refugees was starting to become uncontrollable...

That's how people are: when they think they're beyond help, they'll drag others down with them.

P·B was short-staffed. After Spur and Orange Cat had taken control of the checkpoint, their manpower was even more strained.

No matter how the mercenaries of Iron Wall swung their batons, they couldn't stop the onslaught of refugees.

Some workers had their passports and flags snatched away, some ended up with a child in their arms, and others had their luggage kicked over and looted...

When a few women screamed and wailed after having their passports stolen, the refugees grew even more agitated...

They thought that as long as they tore up the Chinese passports, they could blend into the column and cross the border.

More people began to lunge at the passports of the Chinese, trying to infiltrate their ranks.

Joe Ga couldn't possibly open fire on the refugees at this moment, but allowing this to continue would certainly lead to a stampede.

Just as he was about to rush over to help, a coarse bellow suddenly erupted from within the group of laborers: "Fuck the passports, sing the national anthem!!

Link arms, don't let them touch the injured."

"Arise, ye who refuse to be slaves..."

Watching Uncle Qing knock down two refugees, then link arms with those next to him to form a human wall, singing the national anthem, and letting the women and injured go first...

Joe Ga turned around and found the border officer, slipped him two rolls of bills, and said, "Did you hear that? That's the Chinese national anthem. Let anyone who can sing it pass, we'll talk about the rest later!!"

The border officer glanced at the staff from the Chinese embassy stationed at the border, felt the bills in his pocket, and nodded heavily, "No problem, let them through, quick..."

When the column of Chinese resumed their journey and weren't hindered by the loss of their passports, the refugees completely lost their spirit.

They didn't dare to charge the border because the Egyptian army had proven time and again that they were not bluffing.

The men sat down dejected on the ground, their gazes numb as they looked towards Egypt.

The women hadn't given up. They followed alongside the column of Chinese, continuously begging for a bit of assistance.

The young children were pushed into the column like goods, but they were soon detained at the checkpoint.

Most mothers in this world wouldn't be willing to abandon their children, but the rule of war and terrorists had driven them to despair.

They didn't even know what it was like on the Egyptian side. They knew only that there was no war there and hoped only that their children could grow up in a peaceful country.

Nis approached Joe Ga with a sullen expression amidst the resounding national anthem...

Her gaze somewhat numb as she looked at the women kneeling in plea and the wailing children, Nis turned to Joe Ga and said, "I want to leave this place..."

Joe Ga was startled for a second, then suddenly embraced Nis with a touch of sympathy, saying, "No, we help them!!"

Nis's body shook slightly, and she said, "You can't help. There are too many of them..."

Joe Ga rested his chin on Nis's head, watching a girl about two years old with a face covered in black dust, walking barefoot on the gritty ground, crying...

"Fighting the war, we are the professionals!!

The refugees are many, but my friends are even more. Consider it a dress rehearsal for Iraq. It's not too much trouble as long as you're willing to spend the money..."

As he spoke, Joe Ga held Nis's face in his hands, looked into her eyes, and said earnestly, "Nis Mansour, we are humans, not machines.

You just tell me, do you want to help them?"

Nis was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously nodded her head, and just as she was about to say something, she saw Joe Ga smile as he took out a satellite phone, dialed it and said, "Hello, Haftar. This is Hu Lang, the boss of P·B. I'm right at the Libya-Egypt border.

You need people to fight for you. I can take Byrdi for you and establish a humanitarian corridor.

This is Africa, and you should know what kind of company P·B is!

I can deliver what I've said. What can you offer me?"