King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, almost laughing out loud. This guy seemed to have quite the presence, but he had jumped into action without even understanding his own situation...

He didn't even grasp Thompson's involvement and only knew that Dorian and the medical officer had left.

Joe Ga did not doubt the power and resources represented by Eric Bent, but at this moment, he lost his last shred of concern.

It was clear to him that the people backing this guy were in a hurry, and when people rush, their decisions are prone to mistakes.

Joe Ga didn't know what Eric Bent wanted from him, but he was well aware that with the backing of the Justice Department and the DEA, going against him would mean slapping the faces of these agencies.

Moreover, Joe Ga had done nothing wrong. The FBI had screwed up, which had nothing to do with him; he had been cooperative, to the point of joining the fight himself rather than wasting police resources when faced with danger. Where else could one find such a good citizen?

Looking at the serious expression on Eric Bent's face, Joe Ga said with a smile, "I found in New York that the Glorious Society's power is greater than I had imagined, and my people sent me intelligence that 'God's Armament' at the Central Africa Border is showing abnormal activity. So I sent people back to take care of the tasks I had assigned.

"I suspect the Glorious Society might be plotting a coup in Central Africa, so we need to be extremely vigilant. What's wrong with that?"

Eric Bent did not answer Joe Ga's question. Instead, he asked, "You were the last person to meet with 'Messenger.' What did he tell you?"

Joe Ga said nonchalantly, "He said he regretted opposing me and begged me for a quick death. He also mentioned that the leader of the Glorious Society is called 'Musa' and is currently residing in Paris."

Eric Bent, with a frown, looked at Joe Ga, who implied that he had interrogated the 'Messenger,' and said, "Is that all?"

Joe Ga nodded and replied, "That's all I care about!"

Eric Bent fell silent again. He put his hands together, rested his chin on them, and closed his eyes to think for a moment before saying, "The FBI lost several key documents, the content of which concerns national security and the lives of many people.

We've obtained a portrait of 'Shadow Messenger' from the mouth of a crooked cop. Intelligence suggests that he has gone west and is attempting to secure protection from Mexican drug traffickers by offering the FBI's stolen witness protection list in exchange for help crossing the border.

I know of a lobbyist named Chris Jansen who is lobbying for you in Washington at the Pentagon.

If you are willing to help us capture the 'Shadow Messenger,' I can secure you the logistics contract for the Niger U.S. Military Base.

If you think that's not enough, I can help you reach a deal with the 'Tri-Tian Peng Company' to cut you in on a portion of their security contract in Syria.

These are the things you want. You help us, and they are yours!"

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga painfully pinched the bridge of his nose...

Joe Ga had not wanted to deal with him, but the guy was offering too much!!!

Carving a contract away from the security giant 'Tri-Tian Peng' was something Joe Ga currently dared not do.
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It's not that he didn't want to, but he simply couldn't win!!!

Operating above board, lobbying, bidding – winning would be justifiable, but it still carried risks.

Now that they had the contract, trying to snatch a piece of it away would be provocation, a slap in the face, desecrating their ancestors' graves...

Mercenaries are not like governments that abide by the law. Perhaps Eric Bent and his backers really had the clout to make 'Tri-Tian Peng' submit.

But once the deed was done, if they claim they don't know me, the amount I take from 'Tri-Tian Peng' would determine the severity of their retaliation.

Joe Ga knew he couldn't handle it. It wasn't cowardice; he simply felt it unnecessary.

Moreover, Joe Ga was now aware that Eric Bent was demonstrating his power through such tactics.

Being capable of doing something and actually doing it are two different things. If Joe Ga greedily agreed, he would likely be exploited to death.

However, Joe Ga did not dare to cut the contract from 'Tian Peng', but taking over the logistics contract for the Nigerien Military Base was within his guts.

Chris was working hard in Washington, aiming at the military base in Niger.

But his first thought was about the ammunition supply contract, and since he had bought a legitimate security company, there was said to be some progress.

Now here was Eric Bent, popping up and saying he could hand over the entire logistical contract for the Niger Military Base to him. How could Joe Ga not be tempted?

It was not about the money; it was about 'qualification'.

With this contract, P·B would leap to become the most trusted top-tier military contracting company, and a lot of the high-end stuff that Old America had banned would open up to him.

Besides, how could contracting the logistics of a military base not be profitable?

In the past, a guy from Joe Ga's hometown took on the contract for a school cafeteria and bought two houses in the county town within three years.

In the U.S. military logistics contracts, there are a lot of things that are easy to 404 if written out.

Just look at the American congressional audit team that got accidentally bombed while flying in Aqionghan to know there's a lot of opportunities.

Realistically speaking, the military base in Niger has very few people, only about 200.

Logistics expenses of $800,000 per person per year are probably more than they'd dare, but $400,000 per person per year would be no problem...

This doesn't even include the cost of weapons and ammunition used during combat!!

Joe Ga had a relationship with those Rangers in Niger. Having 100 P·B soldiers help them stand guard, solve their food and drink problems, sort out travel issues, and improve their living conditions would likely not be a big issue if the Rangers helped train those soldiers.

With P·B's relationship with the Nigerien Defence Ministry, Joe Ga could keep the daily living costs of those troops down to $100 a day while ensuring their base's safety, getting them tasty and spicy food, and having them happily give positive reviews. That way, one person wouldn't exceed $40,000 a year.

That's a tenfold profit, and there are tax incentives too.

Even if the relevant people took away half of what's left, the money to be made was vast.

The most important thing is that there really is no cost, and holding the logistics of a U.S. military base in hand, with the approval and catalog of the Department of Defense to wholesale military arms and ammunition, there was a play to be made inside that.

The competition is fierce in the American military industry, and once Joe Ga gets the Defense Department's funding, whoever he buys from is not an issue. Being a bit more flexible, he could meet a crowd of powerful big shots.

Sounds like fantasy, but it's really true.

The super conglomerates consume the fattest part, but their annual reports don't reflect how much they really make. Where does all that money go?

Joe Ga wrestled with the decision for a few minutes before finally sighing, looking at Eric Bent, and saying, "What do you want me to do?

Let me state upfront, I only do legal things. If you want my help, you're going to have to sign an employment contract with me.

And if it involves anything illegal, I will need a waiver statement from the Justice Department.

If either of these two points isn't achievable, then I'm afraid I can only express my regrets!!"