King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1628 - 1326: A New Crisis (Part 2)

Hasan unhesitatingly beheaded the visitor and sent the head to Haftar's office, helping the hesitating strongman, who was reconsidering the olive branch from America, to make up his mind again.

However, at this time, Turkey made dual efforts in Syria and Liberia, first launching a 'Spring Shield' operation in Idlib, Syria, helping the opposition to repel the attack of the Syrian Government Forces.

Then, in Liberia, it assisted the Government of National Accord in defeating part of Haftar's armed forces, causing the National Army to retract its defenses.

Turkey's actions took place a few months before Joe Ga received the news, and he initially thought Turkey was determined to go head-to-head with P.B., but now he began to realize that perhaps everything was connected...

It was as if an invisible hand was stirring behind the scenes; the massive losses of those big figures in America needed filling, becoming the fulcrum to pry open the entire situation.

Joe Ga and P.B.'s excessive dominance prompted those figures to release their greed elsewhere!

Joe Ga truly did not expect that by just losing hope in the American market and going all out to make money in the financial market for the first time, it would result in such a huge chain reaction, and it seemed as if it was also exploited by his enemies...

The moment he realized the problem, Joe Ga's mind, extremely divergent, thought of more issues...

Tahnoon had previously told him that the people from Shah were being forced to invest, taking on portions of Credit Suisse shares, and similar events occurred in Qatar and United Arab Emirates as well.

But no one came to P.B. because of this, which explained a lot of problems!

Not asking you for money doesn't mean they are afraid but rather they know negotiations won't bear fruit.

Over the years, Joe Ga had woven a tangled web of interests binding too many interest groups.

The most screwed-up thing is that P.B. is just a private company, with its core in that rotten place, Central Africa; disrupting there would be thankless and easily invite political attacks, limiting those in power from exerting much of their capabilities.

This made them always lose the initiative in negotiations due to lack of leverage when facing P.B.

Now someone had completed an ideological unification within a certain tier, so they would inevitably continue to besiege P.B.'s sphere of influence in the future.

It was only then that Joe Ga realized Brazil was probably a test field preset by those people, intending to compete with him here.

And all of these were deduced by Joe Ga himself; Thompson couldn't even find evidence, which meant that if Joe Ga encountered an attack outside the rules, he couldn't retaliate like he used to with precise elimination...

Because without evidence, if Joe Ga did so, it would mean he was breaking the rules!

The opponent relies on the power of the system, and the price of breaking the rules is that the system will no longer protect them.

For instance, if the opponent uses the 'Tracker' to attack Joe Ga, he can launch pinpoint retaliation once he gets evidence, taking out Carter and Albright, and the opponent wouldn't even dare make a sound because they themselves can't withstand verification.

Meanwhile, Joe Ga relies on the power of the interest network he established, and once he breaks the rules, he would have to face all-encompassing attacks from the system.

For example, he could eliminate a big figure at a specific point, but if the attack is unfounded, then out of a mentality of shared fate, the entire system would be triggered and impose sanctions on him and P.B.

This is why great powers are keen on proxy wars; if you go to the battlefield personally and something goes wrong, you have to bear the consequences.

Joe Ga has always said that there is justice in this world!

This so-called 'justice' is the power to sanction the opponent after they break the rules.

The attacks and traps Joe Ga faced initially were no less, but most of the time, he could only bear it and maneuver because he didn't have the power to sanction the opponent while bearing the consequences...

Now Joe Ga has this power, but so does his opponent, and they have even greater power.

.........

Joe Ga sat on the terrace of the mansion in the slum, contemplating the future situation...

The Andrea Company folks, who worked from dawn till dusk, finally got off work!

Big Ricardo awoke from a stupor, stood up from his workstation with energy, and clicked the clock-out option on Ding Ding. Then, as if released from prison, he ran to the company's gate, cursing under his breath while trying to gather familiar faces to go party by the sea...

"Sus, I found a bunch of girls using a speedboat; they can land by the sea. Come with me to have some fun…"

Big Ricardo, pulling a sturdy, bearded man, said in a disgruntled tone, "I can't keep doing this job; let's go for drinks, and tomorrow we protest collectively against Hu Lang for exploiting us.

That guy always says he's a good man. Why can't a good man respect labor laws? Working 14 hours a day, 6 days a week, I fucking feel worse off than a cotton-picking black slave."

Big Beard Sus stroked his weathered face and, after some hesitation, said, "I've answered hundreds of calls today, I don't want to do anything, just want to go home and sleep.

FUCK, I want to go back and beat the hell out of my little brat at home; skipping school is not an option…

Others solve problems by typing on the computer; I fucking spoke until my mouth was dry, and things still didn't get resolved."

Listening to Sus, Big Ricardo disdainfully said, "Your son is 15 and already a father of two, and you expect him to study?

Come drink with me; later, let that kid work with me. My delivery chicken business is expanding rapidly…"

Sus, like a corporate slave tormented by 996 work culture, forcefully waved his hand and said, "I'm not going; find someone else.

Your delivered chickens are too expensive; those drug cartels might like them…"

Seeing Sus not taking the bait, Big Ricardo regretfully shook his head, turned to find others, and soon gathered over a dozen bosses who slept at work. Together, they laughed and joked as they took a ride to Rocinha's hilltop and then down a hidden path to the seashore...

Having abandoned his football dreams, Little Ricardo lit a bonfire by the sea; a large group of girls 'smuggled' from the city of Rio de Janeiro disembarked from the speedboat, laughing and gathering around Little Ricardo, conducting a round of model-like virus testing...

The girls who passed the test happily received a wad of cash, then stripped off their outer garments to reveal bikinis inside and began dancing around the fire under the influence of music and alcohol. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Soon, people from within Rocinha started joining the frenzy. Gang leaders brought cash and sponsored liquor, quickly pushing the party to its wildest phase…

The revelry continued until 2 a.m.…

Big Ricardo and Little Ricardo were squatting inside a tent counting their earnings from today when a blonde girl lifted the tent flap and peeked in, saying, "Sirs, do you have a moment?

Someone wants to have a word with you…"