King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 391 - 375: Gifting It to You

Los Angeles, Pasadena...

Inside an abandoned factory, Joe Ga watched Sanderson prattle on to Waters and the others about how he dressed two TV stars, sent them home, and comforted them...

When everyone was staring, wide-eyed, waiting for him to continue the story, the guy smirked mysteriously, leaving everyone with an expression full of imagination.

Joe Ga flipped a proud Sanderson the bird, then looked at Tony, who was nervously setting up the computer network, and laughed, "No rush, we’ve still got time. All we need is to take down the vault before dawn."

Tony was extremely hyped up. He powered up the computer and, after downing a cup of cold coffee, said, "Boss, I want to get back by 9 a.m. I want to be part of the FBI sweep.

We’ve put in a lot of effort, I need to know how much I got wrong."

Always needing to encourage an employee’s enthusiasm, Joe Ga nodded, then yelled to Sanderson and the others, "Hey, guys, our little Tony wants to get back in time for the FBI’s action by nine in the morning.

How many times do you think he’ll get ’FUCKED’?"

’Spur’, being the most familiar with the FBI, grinned and said, "I bet at least 60 times, a hundred bucks."

Saying that, the guy skillfully found a cardboard box, sealed it, made a hole on top, and threw a hundred bucks in, saying, "Closest guess wins, winner takes all."

Upon hearing this, Sanderson made a threatening gesture at Tony and said, "I bet 50 times, a hundred bucks."

As soon as Sanderson finished speaking, he turned and made a throat-slitting gesture to Tony, meaning if you get fucked too many times, you’re dead meat.

At first, Tony was quite grateful to Joe Ga, but as he watched everyone betting, he suddenly felt enormous pressure.

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As Ayu, dressed in an exoskeleton like some alien warrior, threw in a hundred bucks and gave him a look, a wronged Tony sniffled and said, "Do you guys want me to perform well or badly?

I’m now a P·B man as well..."

Joe Ga burst out laughing and said with a smile, "Do your best, man. Trust me, a beating won’t kill you." Continue reading on novelbuddy

Saying that, Joe Ga pointed at Ayu and continued, "King Kong bet 30 times. If I were you, I’d try my damnedest to do well.

Believe me, if King Kong holds a grudge, your days in Central Africa won’t be easy.

She has a lot of kids and likes making the unlucky ones feed them..."

Tony, a bit scared, asked, "Them?"

Joe Ga nodded as if it were obvious and said, "Yeah, them: three lions, a leopard, a cheetah, and the like, elephants, rhinos...

In the past, King Kong would feed the animals with her kids, but if you guys, heh heh..."

Joe Ga’s suggestive words scared Tony even more. He looked at Ayu who now donned an iron face mask and stammered, "Feed... feed the animals with people?"

Joe Ga nodded mirthfully and said, "More or less, so you guys better try hard and avoid any unnecessary mistakes, or else, heh heh..."

Hearing this, Tony suddenly flashed a smile and said, "Boss, they’re volunteers, right? I know you’ve got a big sanctuary in Central Africa with a rescue center and lots of animals."

Seeing Tony in the mood to joke with him, Joe Ga patted his arm and said, "Easing up is good. Now, you have five people, ten eyes. I need you to give me the most detailed battlefield intel, not too much to ask for, right?"

A relaxed Tony nodded vigorously and said, "No problem, boss. We’ll include a two-kilometer radius around the warehouse in the surveillance system. I promise you’ll always be one step ahead of the enemy."

Pleased with the response, Joe Ga nodded with satisfaction. To be honest, ever since he arrived in America, Joe Ga had been missing Antar.

She was the best spotter, whose attention to detail and sharpness helped the team avoid many risks.

’Pliers’ could use drones too but was just ’capable’ at best.

Now with five CIA logistics professionals helping out, Joe Ga felt it wouldn’t be too far off from Antar’s standard.

Looking at their computers hooked up to Pasadena’s road cameras and connected to the scouting drones already in the air, Joe Ga decided not to disturb their work but approached a large table instead, pointing at the warehouse sketch on it and saying, "Guys, let’s split up. King Kong, Vanguard, Waters, Hemostat, and I are Team A, entering from the east.

Spur, Orange Cat, Dart, Jackal, and Pincers will form Team B, entering from the west.

Devil Bird and Kitten are the sniping team, Team C, finding a vantage point to support me.

Any questions?"

As soon as Joe Ga finished speaking, Lao Niu and Tony, who insisted on following, suddenly raised their hands and called out, "Boss, what about us? I can fight too!"

Joe Ga rolled his eyes and said, "You two stay back to protect Tony and the others. Set up the machine gun on the rooftop so you can provide some support if we run into trouble during our retreat."

Lao Niu sighed and said, "Boss, you can’t underestimate us cooks, we can fight too.

The FBI and DEA are lying in ambush a few streets away, what danger could there be?

Let me go too, it’s not a problem for me to be a sniper; I can hit any target within 200 meters, just leave Potato here."

There were mercenaries hired by Sinaloa in the warehouse to guard the treasury, and Joe Ga didn’t want Lao Niu to take the risk. This was a great asset, and if anything went wrong, the people at P·B wouldn’t have good meals.

However, seeing Lao Niu’s eagerness to fight, Joe Ga could understand the guy’s state of mind.

He bragged to Carmen that he was frontline combat personnel, and if he didn’t fire a single shot during the boss’s operation, he would be embarrassed if the others talked about it afterwards.

After hesitating for a moment, Joe Ga pointed to a small building about 200 meters opposite the warehouse’s south gate and said, "Then take Potato there, bring two machine guns, and carry more ammunition. Once the drug dealers inside try to escape, it’s your job to take them down."

Lao Niu just wanted to fight, and knew he could become a liability in a night operation without proper coordination with the team, which was why he suggested being a sniper instead.

Now with a clearly more exciting job, Lao Niu happily took it on.

Seeing no objections from the others, Joe Ga nodded and said, "OK, synchronize watches, it’s 12:35 now. We move out at 1:00, and at 1:20 Tony and his team will cut the power supply to the warehouse, and we’ll launch the attack on time.

According to intelligence, there are at least 15 mercenaries and 30 drug dealer gunmen inside.

You all good with that?"

"Phew~"

They were all veterans; Joe Ga didn’t need to go over instructions multiple times. Everyone prepared their equipment skillfully: body armor, night vision goggles, flashbang grenades, hand grenades, magazines, IR identification markers...

Joe Ga watched ’Jackal Wolf’, who had just arrived not long ago, skillfully organizing his equipment and continuously exchanging ideas with ’Spur’. In moments between arranging magazines, they found a rough route on the map’s western side.

Joe Ga knew ’Jackal Wolf’ came from special forces; he had only worked with ’Jackal Wolf’ once, but ’Orange Cat’, ’Dart’, and ’Pliers’ had trained with ’Jackal Wolf’ many times in the training camp in Los Angeles.

Noticing that ’Jackal Wolf’ was still memorizing the map’s routes and markers while others focused on their gear, Joe Ga nodded in appreciation...

This was a soldier from a hard background, making thorough preparations before a mission was their habit—even with drone assistance available, he did not choose to slack off.

In this aspect, ’Spur’, coming from a HRT background, couldn’t match him.

Completely reassured, Joe Ga walked over to Nis and helped her adjust her backpack, then he checked her magazines one by one. Finally, he ’found’ a new ’Super Jager’ and handed it to Nis, saying, "Switch to this handgun, your current one only holds 7 rounds. I’ve prepared a new one for you.

It looks the same, but the caliber has been changed to 5.7mm, matching the P90, with a 17-round magazine. Not only is it higher capacity, but the military-grade 5.7mm rounds have better penetration."

As he spoke, Joe Ga helped Nis remove the two pistol magazines from her waist and replaced them with two new full magazines, then smiled and said, "That should be about right. I heard that there’s a research institute under the American Department of Defense, they’re working on stealth camouflage.

I’ll get one for you if I have the chance later, that would increase your safety even more."

Nis fiddled with the new handgun and then saw Joe Ga put the one he had taken away onto his left thigh. She smiled and said, "Carrying three handguns might be a bit cumbersome for you, no?

’Super Jager’ looks cool, but I’ve always felt you’re better suited to the M9, quicker and more accurate."

Joe Ga, hearing this, drew his M9 from behind his waist and smiled, "I think so too, so when we get back, I’ll retire this ’Super Jager’ you’ve used."

After hearing this, Nis thought for a moment, then snatched her old gun, held it by the barrel, and handed it to ’Kitten’ standing next to her...

"You’ve been eyeing this gun for a while now, I know you like the M1911, it’s yours now!"

’Kitten’ was stunned, then glanced between Joe Ga and Nis, before giving an almost imperceptible ’hmm’ and swapped her Sig Sauer with the ’Super Jager’.

Joe Ga voluntarily handed over a few magazines loaded with hollow-point bullets to ’Kitten’, and after a moment’s hesitation, said, "You two partnering up need to look out for each other, it doesn’t matter if you’re a bit far apart, the key is to keep safe."

Before waiting for their response, Joe Ga felt a vibration on the tactical computer he had just been fitted with on his wrist, then heard an excited Tony call out, "Map loaded, all of our positions will be displayed on it.

I’ve marked all the buildings around the warehouse, to help you coordinate positions when contacting each other."

As Tony was saying this, he called out to Joe Ga, "Boss, we have enough manpower, I’m requesting to send two Springblades 300 meters up in the air. That way, we can also provide some support from here."