King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 609 - 583: Recruiting SAS

Joe Ga actually understood Isa's hint; she had a way to pinpoint the location of those terrorists.

This was definitely not intelligence from MI6. If they had this capability, they would have acted on their own.

It was easy to guess who provided the intelligence; it was Aaron returning a favor...

P·B could only amplify the effect of all previous operations to the extreme by capturing one of the bombs.

This was an unspoken agreement. Joe Ga ignored Aaron's scheming, and without specifically stating what he wanted, Aaron could only scratch his head and think on Joe's behalf.

If Joe wasn't interested, Aaron probably couldn't sleep.

At this point, Joe Ga no longer cared about Madeline, the woman who let Amal escape, was just trying to buy herself a chance to live.

Until the detonator was found, England would desperately preserve her little life.

As for how the intelligence agencies between England and France would reconcile, Joe Ga was no longer interested.

As for what Isa, the undercover agent, would do afterward, Joe Ga also lost interest.

In the presence of a NATO Major, Joe Ga handed over Madeline to the noticeably more dominant 'Fly' and then walked out of the cabin, took a bottle of beer from the bucket where Spurs and his men kept their drinks, opened it, took a sip, and then, looking at the disheartened SAS with ashen faces, he smiled and said, "Lads, have you found your savior?"

'Duke' Allen Montgomery had been making calls, but the results had left him in despair.

No one admitted to their actions, and the Special Forces headquarters even questioned why they were in Switzerland.

'Duke' was psychologically prepared for the consequences of a failed black operation.

But when Joe gave him the chance to seek help from his own people and received this response, he felt a tremendous pain inside.

The black op initiated by MI6 not only buried their chief but also doomed these soldiers.

'Duke' looked at Joe Ga with a smile, walked over, bowed his head helplessly, and said, "Sir, what do we need to do, so my lads can go home safely?"

Hearing this, Joe Ga smiled and said, "I need you to fulfill your duty as soldiers and help me fight a group of terrorists with chemical bombs to offset the mistake of your attempt to attack me.

Do you think my request is excessive?"

'Duke' hesitated for a moment and said, "It's not excessive, but if we agree, does that mean we can return to our unit?"

Joe Ga pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and said, "I'm not certain about that because I can only guarantee not to pursue your issue, letting the NATO military court drop its pursuit.

But whether you will be held accountable upon your return, I am not sure.

You're experienced hands, so you should know better than I what awaits you back there."

Saying this, Joe Ga looked at 'Duke's bitter face, spread his hands, and said, "I respect you soldiers; SAS are all skilled, and you should feel a sense of honor in your hearts.

So, I won't lie to you. I need manpower to complete a mission, and in return, I can offer you a job that doesn't involve prison.

Of course, the choice is yours...

You can choose to go home and face a military court, then expose all the dirty secrets.

Or you can choose to work for me, I will offer you a decent salary, and provide shelter when you are wanted in England."

'Duke' gave a wry smile and said, "So we have to choose between going home to face prison or working for you, right?"

Joe Ga shook his head immediately and said, "Of course not, you can also choose to go home to stand trial.

As long as you help me complete the mission, I will provide you with legal aid in my personal capacity; a team of lawyers will represent your case."

'Duke' didn't think Joe Ga was lying. He shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Doing so would turn England into a laughingstock before the world; I can't do that!"

As he spoke, 'Duke' shook his head forcefully, then looked at his men and said, "I don't want to go to prison, but I also don't want others to laugh at us. What about you?"

A few soldiers exchanged glances, and then one tall, thin man stood up and said, "Boss, we are not criminals; we shouldn't be tried.

But we will follow your lead..."

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'Duke' looked at his lads as their eyes started to show resolve. He gave a bitter smile, turned to Joe Ga, and said, "Sir, I need a guarantee!"

Joe Ga spread his hands to signal him to speak freely...

'Duke', helplessly straightening his uniform, looked straight into Joe Ga's eyes and said, "Sir, we all have families; we don't want our families to live with the stigma of being relatives of criminals."

Joe Ga was taken aback and said, "You should all be aware of the consequences of 'acting on your own'. You can certainly expect to lose your pensions."

However, those bigwigs only want results. I think I should be able to persuade them not to make public the outcome of your handling. The rest is up to you to fight for.

If you perform well, I can get you a few letters of appreciation from NATO Headquarters or the African Union to prove you're doing the right thing.

This certainly won't change the decision of the military authorities in England, but I believe what you may care about more is honor!"

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at the soldiers who painfully covered their eyes, and with a shrug, he said, "Guys, I don't mean to force you to work for me. I've cooperated with your comrade, 'Knight.'

You can give him a call to ask about it and let him tell you what kind of company P·B really is.

Someone else might curse those bigwigs with you, try to empathize with you as much as possible, and then use money to drive you to serve him.

I don't wish to do that, nor do I want to break the sense of honor within you because I know how this world works.

Anyone who loves their country is in the right; the wrong might just be some individual or individuals within that system.

By joining P·B, you still have the chance to strive for honor, because we are not war mongrels. Everything we've done so far is conscienceable and honorable.

I empathize with your situation, but that doesn't mean I'll allow a group of people who have lost their ambition to join my company, as that would disgrace our lion emblem!"

'Duke' turned to look at his fellows who instinctively perked up; after contemplating for a long while, he finally looked up at Joe Ga and said, "If we find out you're not telling the truth, we'll back out..."

Joe Ga looked at the prideful 'Duke,' waving his hand indifferently, "As you please. P·B is a place of freedom, and you're not as important as you think.

But since you've made such a request, you'll surely accept my demand for you to participate in an entrance test."

'Duke' paused and said, "An entrance test?"

Joe Ga nodded as if it were obvious, "Of course. P·B currently has 30 levels of salary, each worth 5,000 a year.

The normal starting annual salary for special forces is at level 10, but to weed out the duds, we've prepared a whole series of tests.

You seem to care a lot about honor, so you must have the confidence to break our records.

The test has many components, but mainly fitness, hand-to-hand combat, shooting, psychology, IQ, and tactical abilities.

We've set minimum and maximum standards for these categories; breaking a record in any of them will raise your salary by one level."

Upon hearing this, 'Duke' was subconsciously stirred by competitiveness; the moment he nodded, vowing to be the best, he had already been drawn into the working rhythm.

Since you've decided to vie for a higher salary, you can't escape the identity of a worker.

Owner Joe Ga was very satisfied with the situation, as P·B was no longer a small workshop. Mr. Qiao had left the constraints of a small team behind and began to look at his workers with the stature and vision of a big boss.

P·B doesn't engage in dirty work; its rules and regulations are clear and complete, the salary isn't low, and employees are cultivated by corporate culture.

What kind of personality you have or thoughts you harbor doesn't really matter; if you can't continue, you're free to leave, but those who persist, whether for money or for honor, will naturally come to identify more and more with the company.

Dorian, watching a group of SAS who had just been dejected now cheering up under 'Duke's' encouragement, took a sip of beer and said to the medic beside him, "I bet half of them won't even make level 10 salary, 200 bucks, anyone want to bet?"

The medic, one of the test designers, glanced over the SAS soldiers with an eye as if assessing livestock, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I bet at least 8 of them won't make level 10 salary."

'Kitten' heard this, feeling indignant, and said, "B squad's 'Water Snake' worked so hard and only made level 9, what makes these guys so special?

I bet not one of them makes level 10 salary, 500 bucks!"

As 'Kitten' spoke, she looked at the Karman beside her and said, "Dragon Gecko, what do you think?"

Karman glanced at 'Kitten' and shook his head, "I don't gamble..."

'Kitten' paused, realizing Karman didn't think much of her bet, and with an irritated wrinkle of her nose, was about to raise the stakes when a hand pressed on her head...

"I support you, put me down for 5,000 bucks. We bet they won't make it through."

'Kitten' turned to look at Joe Ga, her mood uplifted, and hollered to Dorian, "Write it down, 5,500, betting they won't make it through."

Dorian smirked, pulled out a notebook, and carefully noted it down, then said, "The boss has a mission coming up soon, and who knows, maybe these guys will get so scared when they see the enemies we face, that they'll prefer to go back and sit in jail."

Counting on, Dorian raised his bottle and said with a deep voice, "Not just anyone qualifies to be one of us because we are lions, and we battle against evil!

Hit hard..."

Spurs and the others laughed loudly, clinking their bottles together...

"Hu-ha..."