King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1821 - 1501: Taking Desperate Risks

Boss Qiao's glory days in America are already a thing of the past, six years ago...

Time is a magical thing; it always seems to fade certain things, making some people forget the pain while allowing new ones to overlook danger.

The Bolton Family, as an old oil family in Texas, actually wasn't particularly large in scale.

Old Bolton, a small fry in the grand scheme of the Energy Group, started paying attention to P.B.'s operations in the Middle East in energy matters quite early on.

He invested a lot of money, supporting his second son in establishing a military company, and was even involved in America's money-making projects in northern Syria to some extent.

That is, under the guise of America's regular army, claiming support, training, and security, they extorted oil profits from the Kurds.

However, due to the existence of the safe zones and Boss Qiao's brokering of the tripartite energy agreement within Syria, these people's profits were significantly reduced, and often the Kurds didn't act as docile.

Old Bolton hardly had any say in such major political issues, but his second son's profits in Syria still made him more determined to follow the path of a military contracting company.

While he's envious of P.B.'s past few years of earnings, he also thought that if it were him, owning such a company could be even better.

Thus, when P.B.'s American branch company was forced to go public and accept regulation, Old Bolton took out most of his liquid assets and conducted multiple financings to acquire shares in the Deadly Strike Group.

After becoming the largest shareholder, he realized that the Deadly Strike Group was an empty shell; without P.B.'s support, this company was worthless.

But the deed was done, so Old Bolton chose to tough it out, join forces with the other shareholders to invest more, and practically sidelined the nominal CEO Monica, keeping the company afloat.

Though jealous of P.B.'s profit capabilities, Old Bolton initially had no intention to fight against them, but when they discovered through dealings with the Pentagon that, without P.B.'s influence, contracts couldn't be secured, his mindset became unbalanced, leading to negotiations at Michigan's 'Hotton,' raising Boss Qiao's alarm.

They believed that if Boss Qiao were dead, the Deadly Strike Group could inherit P.B.'s influence in America.

In a capitalist society, this indeed has maneuvering space, given Boss Qiao's many enemies...

Of course, nothing came to fruition because Old Bolton was blown up on his way home from a meeting in New York.

The remaining two brothers of the Bolton Family displayed intense hostility toward Boss Qiao at this time; it wasn't solely due to suspicion of Boss Qiao, but actually stemmed from their late father.

When the White House presented a contract worth 200 million US Dollars to the shareholders of the Deadly Strike Group, inheriting their father's largest shareholder position, the brothers felt they had seized the opportunity to completely rid themselves of P.B.'s influence.

Anyone could see that this 200 million US Dollars was just the beginning; war would quickly increase the contract's value...

As long as they leveraged this contract well and secured future contracts, they could integrate America's small and medium-sized military companies, using outsourcing or direct acquisition, to rapidly expand into an entity that could rival the existing giants.

'Blackwater' stands as a successful example, and the story of a war birthing a war giant is never coincidental.

With someone backing them, the Bolton brothers' greed had grown uncontrollably.

Everyone is human, everyone can die from a bullet; why should Hu Lang be able to boss us around? Get rid of him, and I could gain more!

This is the sorrow of mixing in the military world because if people in this circle can't reach a certain level, their thinking always remains simplistic.

A person holding a hammer sees everyone as a nail!

A person holding a gun can first weigh the cost and benefits when encountering issues, and already that counts as having a quite clear mind.

But when the benefits become large enough, taking risks becomes an important option for them.

Such people are easily used as weapons by others!

Of course, they are in the business themselves; even giants like 'Tian Peng' are not an exception.

At a roadside parking spot near Manhattan Freedom Plaza, Tim Bolton sat in a brown van, flanked by four fully armed comrades...

Tim Bolton, a 35-year-old Marine Corps reconnaissance team veteran, had served as an officer in Aqionghan for four deployments, earned accolades, sustained injuries, and therefore gained some connections, which he used to form a military contracting company with his father's help, making a lot of money with his comrades in Syria.

Anyone who messed around in Syria couldn't possibly be unaware of what P.B. and Hu Lang represented, but this Texas redneck simply couldn't accept it...

Why should Hu Lang get the major share of northern Syria's energy interests?

I have a powerful interest group behind me too; take you out, and I can take over!

Tim Bolton never considered that the refineries operated by Boss Qiao were essentially not profitable because P.B. allowed 80% of the profits to go to the Syrian Government and the Kurds...

The so-called 'big money' made by the American troops in Syria was actually just protection fees extorted from the Kurds.

This made Tim Bolton think it was considerable money already.

After a reasonable deduction, he naturally thought that P.B., which led the entire safe zone, must surely be earning even more. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The atmosphere inside the van was quite heavy, as a young mercenary with a goat beard looked at Tim Bolton, who also seemed a bit nervous...

"Boss, how much longer do we have to wait? Is keeping an eye on that woman really useful?"

Tim Bolton glanced at his partner and said, "Monica Andrea is Hu Lang's representative in New York and also his mistress.

This woman has been persuading the group's shareholders to sell their shares these past days, and just this morning, she forcibly stopped the contract in the CEO's name.

She's one of the core members in charge of negotiations for P.B. Catching her would force Hu Lang to show himself...

The shareholders of the Deadly Strike Group are all pushovers. We absolutely can't let Hu Lang get to the negotiation table, or those guys will definitely cave in."

Goat-beard was clearly not someone who thinks things through. He shook his head irritably and said, "Can we change locations then?

I don't feel comfortable here..."

Tim Bolton looked through the car window at the entrance of a club across the street. He frowned and shook his head, saying, "Our people are already in position. Where the hell do you want to go?

Once it's over, we can find a bar and party for a few days, but not today..."

While speaking, Tim Bolton noticed a few SUVs pulling up at the club's entrance, his eyes widened, and he said, "Shit, why are these Indians here?"

...............

Monica, wearing a red deep V-neck dress, sat at the bar...

Seeing a chubby old white man in a suit beside her with a dazed look, Monica raised her phone with her left hand, pushed the man's chin to turn his face in another direction, then reached into her Manhattan cocktail with her right hand, pulled out a maraschino cherry, and popped it into her mouth...

"Sir, my request is simple. You've been thinking for too long..."

The chubby man glanced at Monica's sexy lips, then, as if stung, avoided her mocking eyes and said through gritted teeth, "The market is good now, the future value of the Deadly Strike Group will..."

"Name your price..."

Monica waved off the man's official rhetoric, pushed aside the Manhattan cocktail in front of her, and ordered another one...

After the bartender respectfully delivered a new Manhattan cocktail, Monica finally looked at the chubby man and said, "Do you know why I came to you first?"

With that, Monica turned her stool to look at a few people sitting inside the club's bar and waved with a smile, "Because you're minor shareholders who can't even get into the board meeting, my boss thinks there's no need to hurt you...

I've already stopped the signing of a 200 million contract. Those people, if they want to overturn my decision, first need to strip me of my CEO position, then initiate legal proceedings to amend P.B.'s major affairs veto power.

By the time they succeed, maybe the war in Russian W will have ended!"

The chubby man, hearing this, said in disbelief, "Are you crazy? The Deadly Strike is also your company...

That's a 200 million contract, with more to follow...

This company exists for this purpose. Why would you..."

Monica sipped the purple Manhattan cocktail, her eyes scanning the chubby man and the surrounding men gathering around...

Signaling the Kurdish female bodyguard beside her not to stop them, Monica displayed an arrogant smile...

"I like Manhattan because it's filled with desire!

It's just like Las Vegas, everyone is at the gambling table, betting their life savings for a future."

Monica wrinkled her nose, showing an infatuated expression, took a deep breath, and said, "I like the atmosphere here because people here are genuine.

We all must admit that creating a company is far less thrilling than destroying one...

We are all bloodthirsty; we all love to hear people's wails, right?"

At this dramatic moment, Monica made the chubby man's back tingle as he accidentally knocked over his glass, snapping angrily, "You're a crazy woman..."

Monica laughed heartily, waving her hand and said, "Yes, I think offering you a chance is madness, but who could blame my boss for being a nice guy...

Hurry and refuse me, so when your financial chain breaks, I can take what's dear to you and watch you wail."

She tossed a blank drink card to the chubby man, smiling, "Write down the price you want. You only get one chance...

Of course, you can bet that the Deadly Strike will continue to develop...

I'm really looking forward to it!"

While Monica was speaking, a tall indigenous beauty wearing leather pants and a leather trench coat walked into the bar with a few fierce-looking Indians...

"Can I get one too? I also want to write a price..."