King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

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Joe Ga walked across the battlefield, using his HK416 to give each fallen black gang gunman a finishing shot, swiftly ending their terrifying screams.

The fight was silky smooth, with superior firepower and tactical prowess making these usually brazen gunmen seem like easy prey.

The only one injured was 'Spur', whose thigh was grazed by a shooter from the direction of the blast furnace during the charge. He roughly tended to it himself, too embarrassed to even mention his injury.

As an HRT, 'Spur's tactical skills were sufficient, but he still hadn't fully adapted to Joe Ga's pure military approach.

Things like prisoners, living captives, confessions—those didn't exist. First, completely incapacitate the enemy, and then discuss other matters...

The only thing that initially limited their combative engagement was a thermobox holding a heart, which is why they refrained from launching grenades at the second floor.

Originally, even the first floor was off-limits, but information provided by the buck-toothed boy saved them a lot of trouble.

After tending to his wound, 'Spur' heard a piercing scream from the direction of the blast furnace...

It wasn't until he limped over that he realized the boss wasn't against taking captives; it's just that capturing live ones wasn't the Assault Soldiers' job...

A fat old man in a suit, shot in the leg, was left at the entrance to the furnace warehouse, now having his neck squeezed by Ayu against a wooden crate...

Dorian grabbed the old man's injured leg, eliciting waves of excruciating screams.

Joe Ga, apparently deaf to the sounds, casually stepped into the warehouse, glanced around, then said to 'Pliers' who followed him in, "Have the drugs gathered and use some gasoline to destroy them."

As he spoke, Joe Ga couldn't help but glance at a group of naked women, wearing respirators, in charge of diluting and packaging HLY. Confirming there wasn't anyone particularly attractive, he shook his head and chuckled, "There are a few boxes of money in the corner, tell them to get dressed, then settle their wages and send them home."

'Pliers' whistled, signaling 'Orange Cat' and 'Dart' to help, then cheerfully said to the terrified women, "Lucky day for you, get dressed, and come get your pay from me."

Joe Ga didn't mind the warehouse business; he approached the howling old man, looked at his fierce expression, smiled, and said, "Who told you to kidnap 'Jackal Wolf's' son?

Give me a name or an address, and I'll make it quick for you."

'Ptui'

Joe Ga sidestepped the old man's bloody spit, shook his head, drew his 'Super Jaguar', and using the barrel as a hammer, knocked out all of the old man's teeth.

After wiping the blood from his gun on the old man's body, Joe Ga looked at the bloodied old man and said, "You see, I don't necessarily need you to talk. All the drugs inside are from the Glorious Society's HLY; I know you're in cahoots with them.

I just want to save some time. The Glorious Society certainly won't betray themselves over a dead guy who'd then cause trouble for them in hell.

Give me a name..."

The Albanian old man showed guts, likely realizing his fate was sealed, he rediscovered his past faith, and began muttering prayers with eyes closed in the face of Joe Ga's interrogation.

Joe Ga couldn't understand what the old man was saying, but his attitude was clear enough.

Joe Ga didn't have the time to waste on the old man's blabber. He shook his head, took out a cellphone from the man's body, and then blew his brains out with a shot.

Using the old man's fingerprint, Joe Ga unlocked the phone and flipped through the call log.

Most numbers had names or codes, except for an unknown number, which had multiple calls with the old man before and after 'Jackal Wolf's' son's heart was stolen.

Joe Ga promptly made the call, and after waiting a moment, heard an English-speaking man with a London accent saying on the other end, "Is there a result?"

Joe Ga smacked his lips, smiling as he said, "A result, yes, but definitely not the one you'd want to see…"

The man on the other end paused, then with a sudden grave tone, said, "Jackal Wolf?"

Joe Ga, still smiling, replied, "That's right, hello Brit!

Could you tell me your name? I'd like to pay you a visit."

The man on the phone hesitated, then chuckled lightly and said, "You think you can stall to pinpoint my location? You're going to be disappointed."

Joe Ga looked around and said amusedly, "No, I just wanted to hear the voice of my adversary, to make sure I'm not killing the wrong person."

The man on the phone chuckled again and said, "Well, you have to find me first…"

Joe Ga nonchalantly replied, "I might not be able to find you, but that's okay. I know you're one of the Glorious Society, maybe even high up.

But what does that matter? I can't find you in America, but I can go to England, the Golden Crescent, following the drug channels to find your people.

Do you think you're particularly important?

No, you're just a bit player, operational people never have the final say!

When enough Glorious Society blood has been spilled, when I signal that the anti-drug operations in Central Africa can stand down, do you think they'll beg me for a truce?

Then I'll have them send you to me piece by piece, starting with your tongue because it's superfluous to you, makes you sound frivolous."

The man on the phone was silent for a long time before saying, "We don't have to be enemies…"

Joe Ga laughed loudly, "You started the war, so I should decide when it ends.

Buddy, you're as good as dead!"

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"You should have a number in mind, how much I've cost the Glorious Society, and they'll slaughter you to make peace with me."

"Always watch your back; the one after your life could be right beside you."

After finishing his statement, Joe Ga hung up the phone and tossed it to Dorian, then disdainfully said, "You're special forces, why don't you have skills like tracing phone calls?"

With a wronged expression, Dorian pursed his lips and said, "Boss, I think the guy on the other end of the phone is already scared to death by you. He's probably booking his flight to run away right now."

Joe Ga shook his head after listening and said, "A person who freaks out like that won't think of running away first. I bet his next actions will be even crazier."

Dorian was momentarily stunned, then asked, "Then why...?"

As smoke began to billow from the drug warehouse, Joe Ga called for everyone to retreat and said with a smile, "Right now to the American police we must seem like mad devils. I need to release another devil to offset their impression of me.

I need to tell them, we're fighting devils, and any means we use can be forgiven."

Dorian, pretending to understand, nodded and said, "Boss, what do you think that guy will do to us?"

Joe Ga spread his hands and said, "If gangs are no good, then it's got to be mercenaries or regular troops.

If it's the former, we can handle it, but if it's the latter, it means the Glorious Society has infiltrated the American higher-ups.

Then we should leave quickly, no need to waste time here.

The police will arrive here soon. The Albanians' deaths will be known by the enemy soon, so instead of waiting for him to cut ties with us, it's better to scare him and see his reaction."

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at Dorian, who seemed to have an epiphany, and watched him with an adoring expression; suddenly, he burst into laughter and said, "I'm just bluffing...

Didn't you and Devil Bird track those gunmen and discover their identities?

We'll just go knock on their door and ask, no rush this time. We'll leave a few alive; can't the whole world be tough guys?"

The two joked as they passed the spot from before...

They saw the curly-haired, bucktoothed boy crouching on the ground, dragging a little girl who was gasping for breath outwards.

Joe Ga quickly stepped forward to help pull the girl out, then after a quick check, he said anxiously to the bucktoothed boy, "She has asthma; where's her inhaler?"

The bucktoothed boy slapped his head hard and cried, "It's used up. I was supposed to buy her a new one tonight...

The guy at the drugstore lied to me; the inhaler didn't have enough doses...

It's my fault, all my fault, all my fault..."

These children were all illegal immigrants from Eastern Europe, the boy might be only 12 or 13 years old.

The basement, with only a small window as an entrance, also had two girls of about the same age.

Joe Ga noticed people were beginning to peep around curiously; if there were gang informants among them, these children wouldn't survive.

He helped the girl sit on the ground, continuously smoothing her back, urging her to take deep breaths.

But because of the effects of the gas grenade, the surrounding air was in extremely poor condition, and after the girl took a few deep breaths, her condition only worsened.

Seeing the situation turning dire, Joe Ga picked up the girl and said to Dorian, "Take these kids..."

While saying this, Joe Ga dashed toward the exterior of the steel plant, hoping to reach a spot with slightly cleaner air where the girl could breathe a little.

After sprinting hundreds of meters, Joe Ga saw Nis driving a car quickly toward him.

Without hesitation, he opened the door and got in. Just as Joe Ga was about to signal Nis to drive, he saw the bucktoothed boy dive through the window of the front passenger seat...

Joe Ga grabbed his waistband and stuffed him into the car, then told an inquisitive Nis, "Find a pharmacy first; this kid needs some albuterol."

After seating the girl properly and buckling her in, Joe Ga started removing his combat suit and said, "Breathe, take deep breaths, don't panic, we'll find you medication soon."

The bucktoothed boy, fumbling in the moving car, finally sat up and after casting a glance at Nis, with his distinctly West Asian MSL features, suddenly pointed to a turn on the right ahead and called out, "I know where the nearest pharmacy is, take that way."

Nis decisively turned the wheel, heading in the direction the boy pointed, and then asked the extremely nervous boy, "What's your name?"

The boy hesitated a moment, looking at Nis's softly contoured side profile, and hesitantly said, "My name's Gino, my sister's name is Adel; please, can you go faster, she seems in a lot of pain."

Joe Ga informed the others of his whereabouts, then pressed Gino's head down to make him sit properly.

Soon, they arrived at a gas station, as directed by Gino, narrowly missing a squad of police cars.

Changing into a suit, Joe Ga carried Adel into a small pharmacy next to the gas station and bought several asthma inhalers with cash...

Watching seven or eight-year-old Adel breathe in the inhaler, feeling a bit better, Joe Ga hesitated, then cleared out the store's shelf of sprays, bagged them in a large bag, and then carried still weak Adel back to the car.

Adel, looking at the medicine in her arms, weakly said to Joe Ga, "Sir, you're going to send us away, aren't you?"

Joe Ga was startled for a moment, instinctively avoiding Adel's deer-like eyes, and said, "You're very sick; I'm taking you to the hospital first, don't worry, they'll cure you."

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Meanwhile, at the scene of the crime, Danny held his head in disbelief as he looked over the massacre, exclaiming, "Oh ~my~ god!!!"