King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 342 - 331: Dare to Compete with Me??

As Joe Ga shouted, ’Medic Officer Bird’ and ’Elephant’ simultaneously pulled to the side and unleashed a barrage of gunfire toward the northeast corner of the building.

Joe Ga couldn’t see the sniper’s position at all. He threw another smoke grenade outside to cover the three DEA field agents rushing to the corner, then pressed on the communicator and said, "Devil Bird, northeast corner of the building, can you see him?"

Looking through the scope, Nis peered between two factory office buildings at the southeast corner of the building and said calmly, "My view is very narrow, I can’t make out his exact position."

As Nis spoke, Joe Ga noticed that the opponent fired again.

A muzzle flash lit up a window, then a large hole appeared in the wall next to him.

Joe Ga, unable to see the enemy from his position below, turned to look at ’Medic Officer Bird,’ who was trying to save the helicopter pilot. Frowning and crouching against the wall, he fired a few rounds from his HK416 at the third floor’s exterior wall.

"Devil Bird, try it, see if your gun can penetrate the wall..."

Noticing the gunshot on the exterior wall of the building, Nis adjusted her sights, then picked up a magazine marked for special use.

"Armor-Piercing Round"

Joe Ga nodded at Nis’s ’little toy’, capable of piercing bulletproof armor within 500 meters.

Pulling the bolt to chamber the armor-piercing round, Nis aimed at the spot Joe Ga had indicated, held her breath slightly, and as the muzzle completely steadied, she pulled the trigger.

"Bang~"

After the gunshot, Joe Ga saw a small hole appear in the building’s outer wall, and then suddenly, a person emerged, apparently injured, straightening his body while bracing against the wall...

Joe Ga didn’t miss the fleeting opportunity, decisively pulling the trigger, hitting the man in the neck.

The moment the sniper was killed, gunshots rang out again from the rooftop, but this time the bullets headed toward Joe Ga and his team.

Still reveling in the thrill of killing the enemy sniper, Joe Ga felt a tightening in his lower back and found himself airborne, finally crashing into Ayu.

Feeling Ayu trying to shove him behind her, Joe Ga helplessly glanced at several black-clad field agents with bewildered expressions, then patted Ayu’s arm, saying, "It’s over now, they can’t see us."

Looking at the three black-clad field agents, Joe Ga continued, "You guys go around from the back, let Crow One coordinate with you, they absolutely cannot let anyone inside the building escape through the north side."

A tall field agent with a facial wound watched as the helicopter pilot drew his last breath with the help of ’Medic Officer Bird’s’ morphine injection. Shaking his head vigorously, he said, "sir, we’ll stay with you for the assault."

Staring dumbfounded at the field agent, Joe Ga said, "Assault? Are you joking?"

Now with the advantage on our side, I have a few thermobaric grenades in my car..."

The tall field agent thought he had misheard and incredulously said, "sir, what did you say?"

Joe Ga shoved Dorian, gesturing for him to fetch the item from the car he was using, then spread his hands toward the tall field agent, saying, "I originally planned to interact with you guys as an ordinary person, but now...

There are at least 15 to 18 people inside, you want me to go in there and fight a bunch of mercenaries to death? No!!

Who are they? Who am I?"

The tall field agent, eyes wide with surprise, asked, "sir, you are?"

Grinning, Joe Ga said, "I’m the commander of a DEA undercover unit, my name is Hu Lang.

I generally work in Africa combating the drug trafficking networks. It’s normal that you guys don’t know who I am."

The three black-clad agents glanced at Joe Ga’s gear, especially the overwhelming presence of Ayu, looking at each other before the tall field agent curiously asked, "sir, what are the conditions to join you?"

Joe Ga paused, then burst into laughter and said, "We are a secret force, to join us you first have to quit your current job and undergo strict selection.

I’m not sure if you’re suitable, but if you ever lose your job, you can try coming to Africa. Maybe I can offer you a new job."

While Joe Ga was talking nonsense, ’Spur’s voice suddenly came through the channel...

"Boss, we’re in place, now on the north side of the building.

Boss, a direct attack is not a good idea, ’Pliers’ has made a couple of gasoline bombs using the vehicle’s gas, if we send them in, we can definitely flush the people out."

Joe Ga was very pleased with ’Spur’s’ cleverness, he quickly peered out and said, "Hold your position, don’t let anyone inside escape.

Those guys want to rely on the building to fight an indoor battle with us, depleting our strength and then escaping.

I don’t know what they are thinking, but they indeed know me well, knowing that I’m not one to wait. Read new chapters at novelbuddy

Soon, we’ll draw their attention on the south side, you try to rush in and place the gasoline bombs, best on the second floor, I just want to see if the tough guys from Heinz Farm will break their legs jumping down from the third floor."

......

Bill Heinz could never have imagined encountering an opponent who would use thermobaric weapons in New York, a blatant violation of the ban.

He had thought RPGs and machine guns were already the limit...

Originally, Bill Heinz wanted to take advantage of their superior numbers and defensive position to fight an indoor CQB with Joe Ga, but...

......

Nis had been controlling the scene!

’Spur’ and his team had handed over the captured black police team to Estelle and rushed to support the boss.

In the vast open space, Nis alone took care of everything. Thompson watched as Nis, like a ruthless machine, eliminated the last guy hiding and playing dead. He hesitated for a moment and said, "I’ll go help that Estelle, she might not be able to keep an eye on those black cops by herself."

Nis glanced at Thompson and nodded, speaking in a somewhat flat tone, "Do what you must do, that ’Messenger’ should still be breathing.

Go ’interrogate’ him, our boss needs him to answer some questions."

Thompson, holding a night-vision telescope, looked at the miserable state of the ’Messenger’ and said helplessly, "I can’t guarantee anything...

Lady, if we need to know something from him, we should capture him alive as much as possible, preferably intact."

Through the scope, Nis saw a black cop monitored by Estelle attracting her attention, while another was rubbing the zip ties binding him with a stone...

Since they were both kneeling on the ground with their backs to Nis, their subtle movements were clearly visible to him.

On the other side, Estelle continued to scold the black cop who was distracting her; just as she was becoming impatient, the head of a black cop at her left side suddenly exploded, followed by a gunshot, and a spray of blood and brains suddenly silenced everyone around...

Nis paid no heed to Estelle’s scream. She turned her head to Thompson and said, "You are an intelligence officer, finding information is your job, our job is to kill the enemy.

We will not risk capturing any enemies alive, especially not risk our boss.

Remember, your responsibility is to cooperate with us!!"

Upon hearing this, Thompson curiously glanced at the utterly serious Nis, hesitated a moment, and said, "I want to say that sometimes intelligence is the key to deciding the direction of war, but you are also the boss, and the boss is always right..."

.........

DEA’s Michael Beach had brought in a SWAT team from neighboring New Jersey and organized a convoy of police cars, speeding along the Hudson River banks towards Yonkers.

As they neared the abandoned shipyard in Yonkers, several muffled thuds sounded from the direction of the shipyard, followed by a sudden ignition of a massive ’torch.’

The burning torch emitted scorching rays, illuminating the surrounding area extensively.

This level of explosion was audible from kilometers away, and now it’s seen even more clearly.

Michael Beach, terrified, took out his phone and called his dispatched special unit...

"What happened? Did the Glorious Society plant bombs in the factory?"

"NO, sir, it was our special forces. Hu Lang fired three thermobaric shells at them, then ignited the factory with incendiary bombs.

Oh shit, some guy just jumped from the fifth floor, wow, landed head first..."

Listening made Michael Beach shudder; a thermobaric explosion in New York had severe consequences.

No matter where Joe Ga got these things from, once the cause of the explosion was leaked, it would trigger a tsunami of security upgrades.

Like how a school shooting incident leads to heightened police presence everywhere and upgrades in school security.

If thermobaric weapons are used, Hu Lang would certainly not admit to it, so it had to be the people from Heinz’s farm; this meant there was a security flaw in New York, which, if exploited, could be used to attack the heads of all security departments.

If it can’t be contained, DEA would offend New York police, FBI, Homeland Security, and even the New York Fire Department all at once.

Joe Ga’s so-called ’heavy weapons permit’ wasn’t just about using a machine gun, ’thermobaric weapons’ were too much...

"Where the fuck did we get a special forces unit? You are DEA’s special forces, control the situation, I’m almost there..."

Michael Beach smelled a pungent odor, also noticing lights turning on in apartments and buildings across the river. He painfully clenched his forehead while speaking on the phone, "Forget that ’thermobaric weapon’, it must have been the chemicals stored in the building that exploded."

As Michael was just about to call Joe Ga’s cellphone, that massive ’torch’ erupted in another explosion.

It was like a festival, a fierce flame erupted at the rooftop, scattering fiery sparks over a large area of the airspace.

From a distance, it looked like fireworks, but closer inspection would reveal that massive amounts of fuel, carrying flames, had ignited buildings near the large building.

Joe Ga also hadn’t expected the top floor of that building to have stored a large quantity of discarded fuel. The thermobaric weapons hadn’t triggered those materials, but the explosion from the gasoline bombs caused the temperature inside the building to rise, causing the discarded fuel to vaporize, and eventually a bizarre ’reaction’ occurred...

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Seeing a large shower of fiery rain hitting the outer wall of the building he was in, Joe Ga awkwardly led his people out of the building.

Seeing that Michael Beach had called him, he answered, "Buddy, you made a mark!"

"FUCK, Hu Lang, what did you do? The National Guard has been alerted..."

"How the fuck would I know what was stored in that building, that thing almost burned me just now?"

"Is that building destroyed?"

From Michael Beach’s tone, Joe Ga sensed something and nodded, "I think no one can enter that building for a week, that is if it can last a week!"

Saying this, Joe Ga suddenly thought of something, he spoke to the quickly approaching Michael Beach, "Slow down a bit, give me a moment, I need to say hello to that black cop friend and ’Messenger’."