King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

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The massive explosion sound swept through a radius of 5 kilometers, startling everyone within the Nwankwo territory awake.

People wandered out of their homes in confusion, watching the flames rising in the distance.

Reason told them what had caused it, but reality was that no one believed someone would use methods only seen on television against the people here.

In order to create a real 'big scene,' 6 Super Albatrosses, following the boss's orders, dropped all 30 of their 250-kilogram class bombs into the military camp.

Accompanied by extreme explosions, the military camp instantly turned into a sea of fire, with the buildings collapsing like second-hand Legos under the violent shock of the blasts, and the rising smoke completely obscured the surroundings of the camp!

Raubler, like a fool, watched the shocking scene from afar, covering his slightly aching ears and called out incredulously, "Instructor, is this the order? What do we do next? It seems impossible to get in there."

The old paratrooper, who was the actual commander, waved his hand to signal the equally dumbfounded artillerymen to fire...

The artillerymen, as if waking from a dream, quickly stuffed the shells into the cannons, and then with a series of 'thump thump thump...' sounds, the shells whistled out, targeting the outpost guards outside the military camp and a checkpoint about one kilometer from the camp.

Seeing Raubler stunned, the old paratrooper grabbed his arm and pointed in the direction of the checkpoint, shouting, "There, take 50 men and seize it, then hold the position and prevent anyone from passing through there.

The remaining 50 men, wait for 20 minutes before entering the military camp to inspect, and make sure not a single enemy is left.

Go quickly!

I'll stay here ready to provide artillery support for you at any moment!

Remember, only call for mortar support when you are more than 300 meters away from the enemy, don't get it wrong!"

Raubler, now fully awake, finally realized the scale of the battle he had joined. He stood up straight, saluted, and shouted loudly, "Yes sir!!"

Then he turned to his subordinates and shouted, "The third and fourth platoons enter the military camp after 20 minutes, the first and second platoons follow me, we're going to those checkpoints..."

A group of excited Congolese special forces soldiers leapt up, responding loudly to Raubler's order and charged towards the distant checkpoint with overwhelming momentum.

Meanwhile, the mines and the villa district were also subjected to bombing.
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Two 'Nora' howitzers took special care of the military camp at the mine, and after five rounds of continuous shelling, two rows of wooden barracks were destroyed.

After the shelling ended, Sanderson led Team B to enter the scene and finish off the remaining targets.

The sentries on the outskirts, and patrolling soldiers who hadn't yet recovered from the shock, were put down by bullets fired from hidden spots.

Using howitzers to hit a mine guarded by only a hundred or so people was indeed an overkill!

Even a seasoned soldier like Sanderson felt a bit uneasy walking past the barracks!

Five rounds of shelling, ten howitzer shots - except for the first two that deviated somewhat from the target, the remaining eight all landed near the barracks.

The soldiers at the center of the explosion 'disappeared' without a doubt, and then as the lethal radius moved outward, there were bodies torn in half, followed by barely recognizable human figures, and lastly those who were mostly intact but had died due to the blast wave causing them to bleed from all seven orifices.

Sanderson took out a mini camera to record the scene before him, then sent it back to the command post. He then said to the Diamond Quartet, "You go ahead and take care of setting up the workers, don't let them run around.

The rest of you come with me, we're going to establish a position on the outskirts of the mine, waiting for the special forces to take over.

From now on, this is P·B territory!"

The Colombian female sniper 'Water Snake' emerged from the darkness, having recently joined Team B.

She looked at the messy bodies all over the ground, frowning at Sanderson and saying, "Boss, do we really need to be involved in this kind of battle?

What is our boss thinking? The cost of those ten shells could cover my annual salary!"

Sanderson glanced at 'Water Snake' and shook his head, saying, "Your annual salary is only $40,000 right now. To get to $100,000 a year, you need to reach the combat standard of 120 days."

'Water Snake', spreading her hands, responded, "So, if it's like this every time, our combat time would be greatly reduced..."

Sanderson had no interest in explaining the boss Qiao's logic of actions...

Their boss always tackled the first fight with the attitude of a lion fighting a rabbit, even if it was just a chicken, the boss wouldn't skimp on using a chainsaw to cut its neck.

There were countless advantages to this approach, the downside, as 'Water Snake' said, was shortened combat time.

However, P·B personnel were gradually starting to shed the mercenary mindset, and a new salary system had been introduced. Sanderson is currently on level 15 wage, which is a base annual salary of $75,000; even with slightly less combat pay, he still makes a hundred thousand a year.

'Water Snake', due to her late entry, is only at level 8, which is a salary of $40,000 a year. Salary increases would depend on seniority and meritorious performance.

P·B's fierce combat style means that 'Water Snake' has very few opportunities to distinguish herself, which frustrates the sniper.

Even the Colombian National Defense wouldn't use howitzers to shell a mine-guarding team; it's just too cost-inefficient!

However, Sanderson regarded 'Water Snake's' complaints as just making trouble out of nothing.

Seeing that 'Water Snake' still wanted to chatter, Sanderson said impatiently, "What the hell did you learn at Jaguar?

Isn't this real war? Did all your past fights with the Colombian guerrillas amount to just playing house?

Keep up, and if you shut up from now on, I'll give you an A in my operation report."

'Water Snake' grumbled as he followed Sanderson down the mountain with his sniper rifle, asking, "Why does that guy called 'Elephant' get level 20 pay, while I can only get level 9?"

'Hemostatic Forceps,' who had been following next to them, laughed and said, "Because that guy is special. The boss feels sorry for his plight, haha...

Keep up, listen to 'Vanguard,' and one day we'll also get level 20 pay."

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Dorian sat in the Mi-8 Hippo's cabin and sneezed loudly...

Menon and Kuba squeeze next to the porthole, watching the four Little Gazelles escorting them, blowing armed pickups on the ground to scrap with anti-tank missiles.

The explosion burst like fireworks, igniting the town below.

With a few screeching 'wooshes,' six rocket projectiles were released from the rocket nests on either side of the Mi-8, turning the machine gun turrets on either side of a manor's gate into torches. Dorian walked loudly to the back of the cockpit, saying, "Land, I've got a package for the manor's owner..."

The Mi-8's pilot gave a thumbs up indicating he understood and then said over the radio, "Crow Squadron, stay alert, Lion is preparing to land..."

At the command, the four Little Gazelles scattered instantly, firing two anti-tank missiles each at the cars equipped with heavy machine guns in the parking area and the heavy machine gun fortifications on the roof, decimating them before hovering and starting their vigilance.

As Dorian looked at the chaos in the manor, he patted Menon and Kuba on the back and said loudly, "Brace yourselves, stand tall, you're my bodyguards now. If anyone tries to offend me, blow their heads off..."

Menon and Kuba exchanged glances, then saluted with giggles, shouting, "Yes sir!!"

Dorian nodded in satisfaction at their demeanor.

As the Mi-8 landed, Dorian unstrapped his automatic rifle, keeping only two Beretta 92F pistols at his waist.

Ever since the boss had taken a liking to the 10mm 'Super Jaguar,' Dorian had snatched two of the former favorite guns from the boss.

Somewhat superstitious, Dorian believed he could glean some luck from these guns.

The boss's action was hasty this time, and Dorian managed to snatch the task of delivering an invitation to the warlord boss of North Kivu, Konu, from Karman.

This kind of action, going alone to meet someone, was very much to Dorian's taste. So, he decided to emulate the boss as much as possible...

Ditching the cumbersome backpack and miscellaneous gear, regardless of being impressive or not, he had to score high on appearance.

The moment the Mi-8 touched down, Dorian opened the cabin door and jumped out first before striding towards the villa's entrance.

A middle-aged black man in a suit, looking slightly panicked, stood there with a bunch of women and children.

A dozen soldiers holding AKs lined up on the porch but couldn't muster the courage to aim their guns at the imposing Dorian because the Mi-8, though not airborne, pointed four terrifying rocket nests at them.

Smiling, Dorian approached the villa's gate, overlooking Konu from the top of five steps...

Konu was the biggest warlord in North Kivu, brave indeed.

If those many helicopters really wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have any way out.

Konu walked a few steps forward to the edge of the steps, looking down at Dorian, and asked, "Who are you?"

Dorian didn't answer Konu's question but pointed ahead, saying, "People from P·B are not used to looking up to others. I don't want to offend your family, but you need to show me respect..."

As he spoke, Dorian swept his glance over those nervous soldiers on the corridor, smiling as he said, "Hold your guns properly, don't fire by mistake, people, lots of people, will die!"

As if to prove Dorian's point, the cannon under the front of the Mi-8 stirred, its 'squeaky' mechanical sounds seemingly chilling to the spine, making the soldiers loosen their grip on their guns a bit.

Seeing this, Konu knew he absolutely couldn't escape. He ruffled a boy's head beside him and then stepped down the steps to Dorian, saying, "I know P·B. Why are you looking for me?"

Dorian didn't rush to answer the question but handed Konu an opened tablet...

"P·B people paid a visit to Nwankwo today, and the negotiation was quite fierce.

Our boss is a pacifist; he thinks Kivu Province has enough with one dead Nwankwo, so he wants to invite you to 'Butembo' for a talk tomorrow..."

Watching Konu grow sweaty from the content on the tablet screen, Dorian smiled and said, "Our boss is very sincere!

You may bring ten of your men and fly to Butembo on our helicopter.

Of course, you're also welcome to drive there yourself, tomorrow at noon...

Don't be late!!!"

Konu watched a video of a burly man grabbing Nwankwo's head to take a picture, then shooting him in the head...

He leaned his head back as if feeling the bullet himself, then after a long silence, finally looked up and said, "I'll go with you. I will bring my wife and children...

I trust the 'Jaguar' of P·B won't harm them!"

Dorian was taken aback, then shook his head with a wry smile, "You're a smart man. I reckon you'll live a long time!

Sorry for smashing your cars and roof. You can tally up the damages and send me the bill.

P·B is always very generous to friends!!!"