King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 594 - 569: Arrangements
The guys in the terrorist-controlled area couldn't for the life of them figure out what they had done to deserve special forces from America, England, and France coming after them all at once.
After nightfall, special forces from America, England, and France breached the area from several directions. The terrorists, who had packed up and were ready to flee, barely had time to understand what was happening before they were scrambling to escape in disarray.
These men had orders to follow, and they threw gas grenades into every house they passed, and if anyone acted even slightly strange, they'd be on the receiving end of a non-lethal beanbag round, knocking them down first before anything else.
Tight organization, ferocity, efficiency...
This group of special forces was also driven to desperation, as they had no desire whatsoever to be involved in evacuating civilians; they just wanted to capture the terrorists alive.
Solon, pumped and ready to join in, didn't get a chance to fire his weapon and instead got caught up by a group of wailing women.
Seeing two women carrying a man with his face swollen from two beanbag rounds, his head bigger than a pig's, Solon looked down at the gun in his hand, hesitated, and then slung it over his back. He called out to his buddies, "Don't just stand there, give them a hand, but make them open up their clothes for a check first.
Damn, these T1 bastards are just like bandits..."
Joe Ga stood upstairs observing the battlefield not far away...
By this time, there was no longer any suspense about the outcome; the only question was how many terrorists the special forces could capture alive.
These terrorists had long controlled Tubruq's docks; the bombs were shipped from the port, so this group probably knew a thing or two.
Listening to Zahovic cursing over the radio at the elite forces of America, England, and France, and watching 'Gunfire' leading a large group of Tuaregs, merging with Seville paratroopers who had come to support, beginning to clean up the scene...
Joe Ga was quite satisfied with the outcome—Tubruq was essentially taken!
The remaining two terrorist strongholds within the city were no longer an obstacle.
Having confirmed there was nothing left for him to do here, Joe Ga began notifying his people to pack up.
Nis, who had packed his gear long ago, approached Joe Ga and asked, "Do you want me to stay?"
Joe Ga was taken aback for a moment, then turned and earnestly embraced Nis, laughing as he said, "Otherwise?
You came to me with a dowry, and now I'm giving you back two cities..."
As Joe Ga saw Nis about to speak, he wrapped his arms around her, gave her a kiss on the forehead, and chuckled, "I'm kidding!
Mainly because we need you here, and you're the only one I trust!
There's so much that needs to be handled going forward, but you won't have to do the work—just represent me.
Now that everyone knows Devil Bird is Hu Lang's lover, most people will feel at ease only if you stay.
Zahovic can't command those T1s at all, you just sit at headquarters and watch them secure Tubruq for us."
Upon hearing this, Nis nodded obediently and said, "I'll do well..."
Joe Ga was surprised for a moment, then gently lifted Nis's chin to make her look up at him, and said seriously, "Nis, I've always believed there's real value in your life here!
If I've misunderstood, you can tell me straight away.
I enjoy the days when you're by my side, but I love it even more when you can break free from the past's shadows and show a smile.
If you think being with me is more important, I'll happily take you along to hunt down terrorists..."
Nis looked up into Joe Ga's bright eyes, a smile appearing on her face as she replied, "No, I want to hold down the fort here. Not only does my life value lie here, but this is also your career!"
As Nis said this, she glanced at Kitten, who was clanging around packing up nearby, and whispered, "Take 'Kitten' with you. She can't be of any help staying here..."
Joe Ga glanced at 'Kitten' and then smiled, nodding as he said, "I'll do as you say. Antar, Ayu, and those two kids, Menon Kuba, will stay.
If you get bored, you can train those two kids; they have talent.
Once Tubruq is secure, have Princess Amina and Jemma come over.
Charlene has called you so many times, once it's safe here, let her come over.
Those members of the Royal Family, politicians, and the like; as long as they're willing to come, you're in charge of their safety and assigning them work.
With substantial funds and a large supply of goods, you can quickly organize this place, making it the focus of the media.
Don't worry about the money, get most people to work, and when they have an income, when lots of goods enter here, Tubruq will settle down.
We need to establish an unbreakable image here, so when we move into Iraq, we'll face much less difficulty."
After hearing this, Nis nodded and then looked at Joe Ga seriously, asking, "You'll win, won't you?"
Joe Ga was startled for a moment, then kissed Nis's slightly anxious forehead and said, "If it's just a few bombs, even if they explode, I don't have much to lose.
Compared to those terrorists, deflecting blame from the politicians of the great powers is more troublesome.
That's why I had to agree to their involvement!
So your work here is important—the better you do, the less we'll be hit by the media should things change in the future."
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If things go smoothly enough here, maybe those bastard politicians won't dare pull me under and have me take the fall with them.
Because "contrast" will make them look especially incompetent!"
After listening, Nis reached out to adjust Joe Ga's tactical vest and then nodded, "I understand. I'll call Monica over. She's better at dealing with the media."
Joe Ga nodded indifferently, "Whatever you like, you're now the queen of Tubruq, everyone has to listen to you.
Anyone who doesn't, just have Ayu hammer them until they do."
Waiting until Joe Ga and Nis were almost done talking, Karman came over, nodded to Nis to show his support, and then looked at Joe Ga, saying, "Boss, the cars have arrived.
I've notified Team B and Team D to stay here and assist Devil Bird.
Meanwhile, we've swapped out 'Spur', Blow Dart, Orange Cat, Pincers, so the eight of us are enough to handle any situation."
Joe Ga listened and nodded slightly...
'Spur' and the others had been playing bodyguard roles since they arrived in Africa, dealing mostly with bodyguard work or miscellaneous tasks.
The trip was to Germany this time, the exact details unknown, but they were obviously more suited to city conditions.
Besides, this wasn't just P·B's matter alone; as long as it involved bombs, America, England, and France had to go all out if Joe Ga needed them.
"Then let's go, to Byrdi!"
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Eric rode in an armored G-Wagon, slightly nervous as he passed through a terrorist-controlled area with a platoon of soldiers protecting him.
The convoy moved slowly because Hasan insisted on taking all the villagers with them to Byrdi to join the boss.
There's a saying that if a lie is told a thousand times, it becomes the truth.
Hasan seemed to have brainwashed himself, staunchly claiming to be one of P·B's men in the face of anyone; and as he spoke, it seemed he convinced himself as well.
Eric had called Joe Ga and, of course, knew he was talking nonsense, but over time, he was moved by Hasan's 'sincerity'.
Hasan was indeed desperate enough, and the twenty-some militiamen he trained performed very well in the cities of Liberia.
It was Hasan who led the main attack on Jalu, with SEAL Team 6 flanking; before the SEALs could capture the most important targets, Hasan's men broke through.
At that time, everyone was wearing P·B uniforms, and now, if Hasan claimed he wasn't one of P·B's men, no one would believe him.
Honestly, Eric had nothing but admiration for Joe Ga, under whose leadership P·B was infused with a trait of 'trustworthiness'.
The National Army had been heavily promoting P·B's progress in Tubruq, and the people of Liberia began to trust P·B.
America, England, and France revolved around him, sending weapons and people without any hesitation, while China's large amounts of supplies continued to be shipped towards Liberia by sea.
Eric had calculated secretly for Joe Ga, P·B's business in Liberia was still losing money, and China's financial input couldn't change the actual loss.
Boss Joe would have to stabilize Tubruq for at least three years, not just to maintain the situation but also to completely rebuild the city and secure the trust of the increasingly larger local population, especially securing the crude oil sales channels.
All of these would require an unbelievably massive expenditure!
The first year was about maintaining a balance of income and expenses, only by the second year could they start to make a profit, and by the third year, when the city fully recovered its operations, they could make big money.
In Eric's opinion, Joe Ga was asking for too little!
The ability to leverage the power of the whole world with a single contract was something he had seen only in Joe Ga in his lifetime.
Possibly only Boss Joe could replicate Liberia's achievements in Iraq.
Because he asked for so little, those who wanted a piece of the cake were willing to hand over the knife to him.
Now a group of terrorists had produced dirty bombs and chemical explosives, halting NATO's mobilization.
Inside America, it was a mess as well. Ambassador Steven had started operating on Iraq's affairs upon his return home, but now that too had been interrupted.
Without resolving the bomb crisis, all matters concerning Iraq had come to a halt!
Eric was also in a hurry now, as Iraq was the first major project he took on after joining P·B. He and Ambassador Steven, working together, had almost convinced several energy companies to hand over the oil fields to P·B for management.
In Eric's eyes, every day of delay was costing astronomical amounts!
That's how Americans calculate their expenses!
When it comes to interests, they're more anxious than anyone!
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Seeing the vehicles enter the highway, Eric couldn't help but urge, "Can we go any faster?
I need to send this damn Hasan to the boss, and I have lots of work to do!"
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