King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 610 - 584 Code Name: Goat and Hammer

For Joe Ga, Austria’s Vienna was also a city that was thunderously famous.

When Joe Ga got off the private plane dispatched from France, it was already after midnight.

A group of people, led by someone from France Security, took a car to a safehouse.

Joe Ga had thought the safehouse would be set up somewhere within the city, but to his surprise, the seemingly refined French middle-aged man had brought everyone to a bar that was clearly of questionable legality to settle down.

By two in the morning, this secluded bar still had patrons drinking inside.

Servers in sequined tops and spicy hot shorts carried drinks around the various booths, while a few dancers performed on a large stage equipped with several poles, moving to the music.

High-spirited customers would leave hefty tips and, in turn, a topless girl would come over to offer them a lap dance.

It was somewhat embarrassing for boss Joe, who had raided a similar bar before, but had never genuinely observed one.

Only now did he have to admit that some aspects were indeed very thrilling...

Joe Ga had thought ’Kitten’ wouldn’t like such a place and was a bit shy when looking, but as soon as Kitten noticed that her boss seemed somewhat ill at ease, she pointed at the dancers on stage with a smile and said, "The quality of these girls isn’t bad; they must have gone through rigorous dance training. The one in front, her feet are deformed, she must have practiced ballet for a long time."

Joe Ga looked at Kitten with a bit of admiration and said, "You’ve studied this?"

’Kitten,’ somewhat reluctantly, replied, "Strictly speaking, it is Monica who has studied this. To learn how to seduce men, she went to a topless bar to watch the dancers at age 15."

Joe Ga, amazed by the way ’Kitten’ never missed a chance to drop hints about her sister even at times like this, gave an awkward smile, then followed the French guide through a long and dark corridor, eventually taking stairs up to the bar’s second floor...

The Frenchman, named Gerald, opened an iron door to reveal the raw space inside.

In the roughly 40-square-meter room, the center featured a large table with some obviously newly-purchased laptops on it, while a row of upright cabinets against the wall contained Steyr AUG rifles and a variety of different pistols.

Gerald was outgoing and talkative. He walked to the center of the room, spread his arms with a smile, and said, "Guys, this place now belongs to you."

As Gerald spoke, he forcefully opened an upright cabinet to reveal a hidden door behind it, smiling as he said, "This leads directly to the alley behind the bar. If you need anything, just message me, even if you need girls, there are rooms upstairs."

The guy was so unprofessional that Joe Ga found it hard to believe him...

Thompson went over to the computers, typed a few times, then looked at Joe Ga and said, "Boss, it looks like this place hasn’t been used for many years, the computers are new, but the internet is a civilian network from 10 years ago."

As Thompson spoke, he glanced at Gerald, who had an embarrassed smile on his face, and shook his head, "The outside security is managed by the local gang, and it seems like Gerald has spent all the budget on renovating the bar."

Upon hearing this, Gerald said with an aggrieved tone, "We all took an oath before joining the security, and you can’t just accuse me of embezzlement because the damn computers and internet are inadequate..."

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While Gerald was speaking, Dorian, who had been rummaging through the gun cabinet, threw a box of bullets onto the table...

With a "clatter," the bullets scattered everywhere.

"These bullets are expired; is this a safehouse or a tomb?"

Dorian looked sideways at Gerald and said, "What do you usually call this situation?"

Gerald looked at the strewn bullets and spread his hands out, saying, "No one is perfect, right? And we have very limited funding, I had to find my own ways to complete the task, and my hardship is hard for ordinary people to understand...

You guys came in such a hurry, and I specifically asked, you would bring your weapons and equipment, so...

You see, these computers are all newly bought, absolutely the latest models on the market."

Joe Ga was amused by this French spy, who took France Security’s money, opened a topless bar for himself, then connected with the local gangsters, living a debaucherous life every day.

This man was quite the character; Joe Ga found it odd that he thought the spy was quite capable, his shameless sense of entitlement indeed fit the criteria for a spy.

And on the way here, Joe Ga noticed that most of the patrons in the bar downstairs were over 40 years old, economically well-off men, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious. To call this place an intelligence station wasn’t far-fetched.

This place was just a temporary foothold, and Joe Ga was not too picky.

Looking at Gerald’s sly demeanor, Joe Ga shook his head, then looked at the SAS team leader ’Duke’ and said, "Set up the defense, eat and rest in shifts, we may be dispatched at any moment."

Then Joe Ga looked at Thompson and Tony, who wore helpless expressions, and said with a smile, "I’ll make a call to have someone from the CIA find a pretext to coordinate...

Don’t think of yourselves as spy agents, just boldly go to the local police station, borrow their equipment and network.

We’re completely unfamiliar with Vienna, you need to quickly get a handle on the traffic situation and provide enough support when we act."

Thompson, the old gunner, was momentarily stunned and then realized that his boss was helping NATO with their affairs.

The content of the mission needed to be kept secret, fearing that leaks might cause panic, but having the Austrian police cooperate with NATO wasn’t a problem at all.

Thompson had been swayed by Gerald’s style and subconsciously thought it was a secret operation, but it really wasn’t.

As long as they found the target, Boss Qiao could strike as he pleased, with the Austrian officials ready to cover for them in the end.

Once he understood his position and the resources he could utilize, Thompson decisively pulled Tony and the injured Blow Dart away from the place.

Joe Ga looked at the SAS men who had fallen silent. He laughed as he opened the large bag at his feet and took out a dozen sets of bulletproof inserts and high-end radios to hand to ’Duke,’ saying, "This is the standard issue for P·B personnel; the bulletproof performance is much better than yours. The radios are nothing special, but definitely better than what you’re using.

Your equipment isn’t too bad, just make do for now, but after this mission, you can choose your own gear."

’Duke’ weighed the bulletproof insert in his hand and said sentimentally, "I called ’Knight,’ and he dreams of equipping his guys with P·B’s body armor.

I didn’t expect we’d be the first to use it!"

Joe Ga knew that ’Duke’ and his men weren’t too excited, but the boss didn’t care about that. He signaled Dorian to open several equipment bags and, pointing to the contents, said, "Supplement your ammunition, grenades, and stuff like that according to your needs.

I personally recommend that everyone carry smoke and gas grenades, because I like those things.

The holographic sights used by your assault soldiers are second-rate. Here are the latest thermal fusion scopes, which you can get used to with a little practice.

I won’t pretend to instruct the snipers—just look for yourselves, and take what you need."

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at ’Duke’s’ rifle, which was clearly a replica of the M4A1, and shook his head with a rueful smile, saying, "Your guns really aren’t that great, how come the special forces don’t get any special treatment?"

’Duke’ was taken aback, wanting to defend his rifle and insist it had been carefully adjusted to shoot well.

But when he saw Spurs and their equipment, including the quad-night-vision goggles, laid out on the table to be sorted, ’Duke’ prudently shut his mouth.

That quad-night-vision device was more expensive than everything he had on him. The SAS were indeed elite, but the decline of the UK’s military strength was an undeniable fact.

Of course, equipment doesn’t determine capability, the combat power of the SAS is still reliable.

Watching ’Duke’ fall silent and start issuing orders to his guys to wear P·B’s IR armbands and IR headlamps, he also let off steam by telling all the guys to ditch their own night-vision devices for P·B’s binocular night-vision goggles.

Actually, they were all about the same, but what Boss Qiao provided was brand new!

’Duke’s’ show of experience pleased Joe Ga. The teams hadn’t worked together before, so the most important thing was to ensure friend-or-foe identification.

The IR lights were crucial to avoid misidentifying friendlies and potentially catching friendly fire in case of a breakdown in coordination.

Seeing ’Duke’ start to ’accommodate’ the people from P·B, Joe Ga said with a smile, "You have 12 people, and a 12-person assault team is a bit too many.

You need to divide them into squads and come up with a call sign or follow the P·B internal sequencing and fall in line accordingly.

Right now, a guy from the France First Parachute Regiment has claimed ’F Squad.’ If you want to follow our tradition, it would be ’G Squad’ and ’H Squad’."

’Duke’ was stunned for a moment, perhaps struggling to accept his team’s ranking was so low. After consulting with a short Ginger Head, he looked at Joe Ga and said, "Sir, this is my deputy, ’Ginger Head.’ We will divide the teams.

I will lead G Squad, goat, we’ll be Goat Squad, and I’m Goat One; you can also call me G1."

’Ginger Head’ raised his hand and said, "I’ll lead H Squad, we’re a specialized assault group, so we’ll call ourselves Hammer Squad, I’m Hammer One, you can also call me H1."

Joe Ga was amused by the stubbornness of the two Brits, but he felt he should respect them, as they were indeed sorting themselves according to P·B’s tradition.

As for the call signs, they fit well with special forces customs, and maybe in the future, other P·B teams might also be influenced by them and develop their unique call signs.

While everyone was busy, Joe Ga received a text message on his phone...

Looking at the photo and name on it, Joe Ga handed the phone to Gerald and said with a laugh, "Buddy, prove to me you’re really a spy, or just for bringing me to this dump, I could send you packing."

Gerald frowned at the photo on the phone and said, "Mosin Harris, that guy is a gang boss, his turf is on the east side of Vienna, mainly involved in smuggling..."

Joe Ga didn’t wait for Gerald to finish and activated the communicator, saying, "Thompson, are you in position yet?

I’m sending you a picture of a man. I need a location on him."