King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

'Hellhound's' complaints were justified...

Without Joe Ga personally on the job, the safety performance of those decommissioned Egyptian Army helicopters was indeed worrisome.

However, this issue wasn't very significant, Joe Ga, as a major customer of the Egyptian Army Aviation, had already persuaded them to temporarily lease a batch of active-service helicopters for the job.

The helicopters used earlier to make up the numbers could be slowly repaired; once fixed, they would be sold to Haftar of the National Army and let him pay with crude oil.

In fact, the 'Nora' self-propelled howitzers and 'Omegakin' modular rocket launchers were also temporarily leased, and Joe Ga planned to sell them to Haftar after the war.

That way, the guy would feel reassured, and Joe Ga would make his money.

This time it was really a big business, with China underpinning it with a hundred million dollars in sincerity money, Joe Ga completely showed off his lavish demeanor...

Whether it was self-propelled howitzers, guided rocket systems, helicopters, or armored vehicles...

This fight must demonstrate our might and also create a successful template for P.B.'s Iraq strategy.

After sharing his solution with 'Hellhound', Joe Ga walked over to Eric, took a sip of coffee, and said, "What's the situation? When can we officially start the operation?"

Eric spread his hands and said, "If you're not in a huge rush, I would suggest taking it slowly. According to the intelligence bought from an informant by York, the terrorists in Byrdi are planning to withdraw.

Our display of force here is too intimidating, the small bands of terrorists simply don't have the confidence to challenge us."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga frowned and said, "Can you mark the locations of the terrorists in the city?"

Eric glanced at York, who was in charge of fieldwork, and after receiving an affirmative response, nodded and said, "It's possible, we've been tracking them with drones for some time now."

As he spoke, Eric looked at Joe Ga, who had a cold gleam in his eyes, and said in disbelief, "Don't tell me you intend to launch a hard assault on Byrdi; it's unnecessary. There are still many civilians inside, and collateral damage could provoke criticism.

Why not wait for the terrorists to withdraw on their own? Then we can take over Byrdi directly!"

Joe Ga shook his head and said, "Because when those people retreat to Tubruq, they'll still become our enemies.

Taking over Byrdi without a shot is comfortable, but those left behind won't respect us.

Not to be disrespectful, but many of them are reserves for the terrorists, if we don't show them the knife and make them feel fear, they won't stay in line."

As he spoke, Joe Ga glanced at 'Hellhound', who nodded in agreement, and the French SAS 'Hatchet', and smiled saying, "I hope Libya can recover peace as soon as possible, but here, 'power' is the foundation of peace.

We have been preparing for a long time, our fist is clenched, when we throw this punch, it has to be bloody, and preferably it should instill fear in those terrorist reserves.

Providing food to refugees won't save this place. Destroying the breeding ground for terrorists and restoring order and the economy here will revive the city."

Major Zahovic nodded and said, "The boss is right, charity shows alone can't defeat terrorists, to cure the disease, we first have to cut out the necrotic parts."

'Hellhound', as a special ops commander who dealt with terrorists all year round, nodded and said, "I've fought with Al-Qaeda many times. Us being here means politics has failed to resolve the issues.

Let them bleed, fear, panic, and then pushing them to the negotiating table makes sense!"

After speaking, 'Hellhound' looked at Joe Ga and said with a smile, "However, your boss seems to think differently.

He set up a large trap in Niger, then bombarded it with ten thousand shells for a week, killing almost 3,000 terrorists, and severely damaging Boko Haram.

Such an action is cruel, but I personally admire P.B.'s stance.

Indiscriminate shelling in Libyan cities is not realistic, but we can act as the dagger, decapitating the enemy's core forces while directing the artillery to make the biggest impact."

Joe Ga really liked 'Hellhound's' stance, but he couldn't just accept the responsibility for killing a few thousand terrorists.

So, to everyone's surprise, he made a bowing gesture with his hands and said, "Don't listen to such rumors, it was clearly a great strategy organized by the Nigerien Defence Ministry themselves, I merely helped them establish contacts to buy the artillery."

Then Joe Ga clapped Zahovic on the arm and said, "Let's change the topic, I want to know how long it would take to take down Byrdi if we aimed for casualties?

We can't stay here long, I am fed up with that room with the drafty door. I need to find a suitable place for everyone to settle down.

Byrdi is a good choice, it will be the starting point for the humanitarian corridor and could later serve as a starting point for bilateral trade between Libya and Egypt.

It's important, give me a timeline!"

After listening, Zahovic thought for a few minutes with a frown and said, "If all of us are willing to work together, then at most it would take a week to take Byrdi.

But to completely stabilize it might take half a month or even longer.

Militarized management, routine patrols, supplies replenishment, and personnel placement all require more time and manpower.

I suggest recruiting local militias for training, as locals managing locals are a bit easier."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga waved his hand and said, "That's a matter for later, let's focus on taking Byrdi first.

How many people do you think we need to establish routine patrols?"

After some thought, Zahovic said, "I would recommend around 200 people, paired with local militia for regular patrols.

"If we're going to do the same in Tubruq, the number of people would need to double."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga picked up his phone, scrolled through it for a while, and then nodded, saying, "I'll figure something out..."

While speaking, Joe Ga looked at the heads of the three T1 teams and said with a smile, "You guys won't have any problems, right?

"You'll be given targets, you take them out, and then direct artillery to blast some high-value buildings.

"Can you do it?

"If not, let me know, and I'll have you protecting the safety of those media journalists."

The SEALs' 'Hellhound' shrugged indifferently and said, "I don't like journalists!"

The French SAS's 'Hatchet' stood up, nodding, "Neither do I!"

The English SAS captain stood up with a look of resignation and said, "We'll go too, no one likes journalists!"

Joe Ga nodded in approval, gave Zahovic a hearty slap on the arm, and smiled saying, "Then you're busy. Take more advice from others, fight a good fight, and I'll go take care of logistics for you!"

After finishing, Joe Ga found the number of the mercenary foreman called 'Gunfire' and dialed it while walking outside.

Before he could speak after the call connected, Joe Ga said, "I'm Hu Lang, and if you dare hang up on me, I'll put you on the blacklist of the mercenary world..."

'Gunfire', still trapped in Benghazi, said with extreme exasperation, "Sir, what do you want?"

Joe Ga replied in satisfaction, "I need manpower, 200 people..."

'Gunfire' was stunned for a moment, not expecting such a big deal. He curiously said, "Sir, if I may ask, what caliber of soldiers do you need for these 200 men?"

Joe Ga answered straightforwardly, "Libya, Tubruq, routine patrols, occasional counter-terrorist operations."

After hearing this, 'Gunfire' pondered for a long time before saying, "Sir, what's your budget? And how long will they need to work for you?"

Joe Ga smiled and said, "Money is not an issue, we both know how to price mercenaries.

"You're the 'foreman'. I need you to provide me with solutions, and then I'll choose.

"Buddy, if this is a business deal, I'm the client 'daddy', and you have to meet all my requirements, you got that?"

'Gunfire', resignedly said, "Well, the most affordable would definitely be Tuareg people, 200 of them, $8,000 per person per year, but food, lodging, and ammunition must be provided."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga nodded in satisfaction and said, "I think that's doable, how soon can you bring people over?"

'Gunfire' glanced at the craters not far outside the window, and said helplessly, "Sir, I'm currently in Benghazi. It'll take some time to get out of here."

Joe Ga responded with disdain, "Are you up for it or not? 'Trigger' said you were pretty good, but talking to you, I'm starting to think you're not so reliable?"

'Gunfire', after hearing this, said with resignation, "15 days. Give me 15 days, and I'll bring 200 Tuareg warriors to you."

Joe Ga calculated the time and felt it should be about right, so he nodded and said, "That'll do. Do you need me to give you a deposit or something?"

'Gunfire' was about to say 'I'm not afraid of people reneging', but then he remembered the news he had heard over the past few days...

Thinking of the fact that he was talking to the boss of P·B, 'Gunfire' swallowed hard and said, "I trust the reputation of P·B!"
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While Joe Ga was busy in Libya, Qiao Liang encountered something odd back in China.

Early in the morning, as usual, Qiao Liang went to the cafeteria for breakfast, and then bought two shumai and a serving of soy milk for Tong Tong, who professed a determination to lose weight.

But as soon as he left the cafeteria, he saw a low-profile Audi A8 parked in front of him.

As the car window rolled down, an extraordinarily delicate face appeared...

Monica rested her hand languidly on the window, blew a kiss towards the stunned Qiao Liang, and then said with a smile, "Hey, young boss, get in. Our boss has brought you a gift..."

Qiao Liang, unaccustomed to such a spectacle, recognized Monica, having met her in Sangha Town.

Faced with Monica's invitation, Qiao Liang instinctively muttered 'Oh' and then climbed into the A8 under the baffled gazes of his classmates.

As the A8 drove off, the surrounding students dispersed, beginning to discuss among themselves...

At this moment, Tong Tong was still lazing in bed at the dormitory when a call came through to her phone...

Barely opening her eyes, Tong Tong answered the call, only to immediately hear the scream on the other end, "Tong Tong, hurry up, your Qiao Liang has been snatched away by a femme fatale..."

Tong Tong paused, blinked a few times as she opened her eyes, and after debating between getting up and continuing to sleep for two seconds, said, "Let him be taken away; I'm going back to sleep. I just had a prince asking me to be his girlfriend, and I'm still considering it..."

"You're dreaming..."

"Yeah, let me dream a little longer!!"