King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 589 - 566 Complicated Situations Can Be Simplified

Thompson shook his head and bitterly smiled, "Boss, you're thinking too simply. Once you're in possession of critical intelligence, these people will stick to you because they can't risk anything before the crisis is resolved."

"Who can guarantee that everything Hasan says is true?"

"They definitely can't interrogate P·B's people, they can only invite you to verify it..."

As Thompson spoke, he seemed to think of something, and he lowered his voice to whisper, "Boss, the dirty bomb was shipped from Liberia and then landed in Italy...

Don't you think this route seems familiar?

In theory, it would be safer to transport three dirty bombs separately. Who has the capability to deliver three dirty bombs to Italy at once?"

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga's eyes widened as he exclaimed, "No way, has the Glorious Society become that audacious?"

Thompson helplessly said, "I'm currently using the Mediterranean smuggling of bibles to investigate the ports in Italy, but there's no specific news yet.

I'm only speculating that it's the Glorious Society, but boss, you should be mentally prepared.

You and the Glorious Society are sworn enemies. If they indeed get involved with the dirty bomb, they might use it as a bargaining chip to trouble you.

From now on, you absolutely can't trust the intelligence organizations from England and France 100%.

To eliminate the threat of the dirty bombs, they might do a lot of things that are not in your favor."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga understood what Thompson meant. The Americans are now staunch allies because the dirty bomb has landed in Italy, which does not hurt them personally. They are afraid of the two chemical bombs whose locations are unknown.

Now Hasan is bringing the key clues to Boss Qiao, and it is the time for them to try their best to win over Boss Qiao.

The fact that 'one of their own' Frester was sent indicates that the Americans have no malice toward P·B.

The ones who could potentially cause problems now are the intelligence agencies of England and France...

Thompson is a veteran intelligence officer; he has seen too many dirty deals among intelligence agencies and knows what these people might do when faced with danger.

Joe Ga was somewhat prepared for this, as a country's sub-departments are like internal departments of a corporate group; many of them actually do not serve national interests but serve KPIs and their own interests.

This situation is easy to understand. The bosses set targets for those departments, and meeting those targets is their concern. As for the 'bigger picture', that's for the higher-ups to consider—minions only need to think about their survival and interests.

Now that there's a big problem, the intelligence departments are under immense pressure. If Thompson's guess is correct and the Glorious Society jumps out to give Joe Ga trouble, or simply sends him into a trap,

It's hard to say what these spies, stressed to death by KPIs, will choose.

But Boss Joe is not particularly fearful of these intelligence agencies causing trouble because he makes each move firmly and aligns his actions as much as possible with everyone's interests.

What he fears is the government behaving like Blackwater did to him, but he definitely doesn't fear underhanded tactics.

If the intelligence agencies want to target Joe Ga, they can only do so covertly, and not only does Boss Joe have the capability to retaliate, he also has the ability to use legitimate means to neutralize any fallout.

That is, after eliminating you, to scatter your ashes so that even your countrymen shout 'Well done,' leaving your family without even the right to a pension.

Thompson's concerns are valid, but a person like Boss Joe generally doesn't let himself fall into such disadvantageous situations.

The Glorious Society isn't afraid of being falsely accused; just blame them first. For Boss Joe, this carries no emotional burden whatsoever.

Since their core interests conflict, making them mortal enemies, no matter whether you're related to the dirty bombs or not, Joe Ga feels he should drag them into the sunlight to expose them.

That way, whatever tricks they have up their sleeves become irrelevant.

After patting Thompson on the arm, Joe Ga was about to go inside to chat with the spies and secret agents when the newly arrived cooks began their battle...

Just as Joe Ga anticipated, the terrorists wanted to retreat and had to adopt a do-or-die stance to create space for their withdrawal.

The moment Joe Ga heard the gunfire, he rushed to a fighting position near the 5th floor...

This was Joe Ga's first time up close witnessing China's soldiers in combat. The opposition was subpar, so initially, there wasn't much to say about their performance.

But as he watched for a while, Joe Ga noticed that although these cooks seemed a little rusty with their guns, they definitely had top-notch organization.

Each man had a fixed fighting position, with six firing points on both the 5th floor and the rooftop.

The arrangement of heavy machine guns, machine guns, and automatic rifles wasn't anything remarkable.

However, when Joe Ga got closer, he discovered that these cooks were much better than he expected.

Solon, in his fifties with muscle-bound arms, crouched at a firing position with an AK74, shooting while continuously shouting commands.

Whether because of an accent or habit, Joe Ga didn't understand the commands very well, but when he looked across to the street, he was surprised to find that the terrorists couldn't even make it out of the building.

It was like whack-a-mole: whenever someone with a better view spotted an enemy, they would shout a predetermined signal. The moment shooting began, someone else from a different spot would fire simultaneously, ensuring crossfire coverage over the enemy's location.

These older guys didn't seem used to using scopes and beyond two hundred meters naturally could not speak of shooting accuracy, but their constant readiness to maintain crossfire put the terrorists in a tight spot.

"Point 8~"

Following Solon's call, two machine guns, one at the far end of the fifth floor and another at the opposite end on the roof, opened fire simultaneously. Two belts of ammunition instantly sealed off the rooftop area of a small building, forcing a terrorist armed with an RPG to jump down from the fourth floor.

"Point 5~"

This time it was a combination of a machine gun and an automatic rifle. An enemy that had just appeared at the mouth of an alley across the street and tried to unleash a burst of shots was taken down immediately.

This method of fighting was too characteristic of special forces!

Joe Ga had practiced with his special ops team at the base. Even in small areas and angles, special forces teams always try to maintain crossfire and increase the killing angle as much as possible.

What's called well-honed cooperation is, for the most part, just pre-action setups aimed at ensuring that when the time comes to shoot, there are as many barrels as possible aimed at the target.

Joe's team had sufficient offensive capability; they would use this tactic when on the defense if the situation was right, but it was an unconscious coordination.

Solon's team was different, however. It seemed to be a habit ingrained deep in their bones, even carrying a hint of resignation.

Due to the lack of precision in their weapons and the absence of sights, they could only resort to rudimentary crossfire for containment, rather than precision strikes.

Watching as Solon managed to swiftly slap a new magazine onto his gun the moment the old one came loose, completing a seamless transition, Joe couldn't help but exclaim...

"Impressive..."

Solon, who had been fully concentrated until now, realized his boss was there. He turned around, stared for a moment, and then shouted into the communication device, "Loach, take command..."

Having said that, Solon put down his gun, leaned against the wall beside the firing hole, looked at Joe with a smile, and said, "It's been so many years since I last handled a gun. This feels great!"

Joe glanced at the AK74 in Solon's hand and said with a smile, "I've noticed something strange about you guys. Why do you cling to these old things? I've got plenty of good guns over there..."

Solon gave a thumbs-up and replied, "Boss, you are generous, but we can't waste things for nothing. Cooks don't need those good guns; these AKs are powerful enough."

Joe side-eyed 'Sugar', who was shooting out of a corner and seemed eager to get all the gear up to SEAL Team Six standards, but he didn't quite fit in with the old-timers at the moment.

It wasn't just 'Sugar'; even Old Bull was a bit out of sync.

Sensing Joe's puzzlement, Solon laughed and said, "It's not that we don't like them; we're just not used to them. When it comes to real combat, those fancy toys could throw us off."

While speaking, Solon glanced at Nis, who was sitting in the corner with a G29. He chuckled and reminisced, "Back in the day, our platoon had only one scope and it was only available for patrols or real combat operations. It's completely different from the journey the soldiers of today go through.

I used to be a bit resentful because we were phased out.

But after spending more than a month here, and witnessing the methods of the SEALs, SAS, and French paratroopers, I've started to concede.

Don't be fooled by how easily we're handling the fight now; it's only because the enemy is too poor and the pressure isn't enough..."

Joe listened and said, somewhat perplexedly, "Can't be, right? It's not as profound as you say. What kind of nonsense is it that a platoon in a special warfare team only has one scope?"

Solon heard this and grinned, saying, "It was like that fifteen years ago; things should've improved a lot by now!

I'm beginning to understand the old leadership's difficulties. In the current times, we would indeed be a drag.

Our level of education was too low, our capacity for learning wasn't strong, and the habits ingrained in our bones through hardship are simply unchangeable.

We were arrogant back then, refusing to accept our situation and stubbornly clinging to the military, indeed causing quite a bit of trouble for the troops!"

Joe looked at Solon, frowned, and then looked outside at the agile crossfire. Shaking his head, he said, "If you can fight like this, what more do you need?"

Then Joe suddenly slapped his forehead, realizing only now that these old guys were benchmarking themselves against SEAL Team Six and the SAS.

There's a generational gap here; it's not something you can close just by 'enduring hardship'. It requires the adoption of the newest equipment standards, relearning, testing in real combat, and establishing an entirely new tactical mindset.

In this regard, a lack of education and learning ability was indeed a major disadvantage!

Karman and those jungle vets could handle SEALs with ease in the jungle.

But because of their lack of education, they couldn't even read English, let alone utilize high-tech gear, which would greatly diminish their combat effectiveness if taken to an urban environment.

However, to boss Joe, this was hardly a problem; he wasn't engaged in highly intense warfare.

As long as they learned how to use night vision goggles, frequency-hopping radios, or maybe how to operate a tactical smartphone, that would be enough.

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Being temporarily unaccustomed to good scopes is hardly an issue; they are clearly beneficial and just need a bit of getting used to.

Thinking about how he had recruited a bunch of cooks but ended up with a group of somewhat past-their-prime yet skilled folks, boss Joe couldn't help but feel pleased.

Given the level of efficiency they were demonstrating now, if the Rangers were equipped with old M16s and put in the same position, they might not even perform as well as them.

If such fellows had been phased out, what level are those legendary special forces at now?