King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

The posture was particularly ugly, but according to Karman, having the awareness was enough to be considered a beginner, at least you wouldn't get gunned down instantly as you entered the room.

The next day, 'Crow' took the initiative to dim the lights in the room and had Joe use night vision goggles.

This guy knew how to train better than Karman. As soon as Joe started to get a feel for it, he immediately provided conditions to help him quickly adapt in a relatively relaxed state.

Karman's blind-spot shooting technique was meant to be used in dim conditions to begin with.

To use it in broad daylight like he could, it required long-term training to integrate many habits into one's very bones.

Joe, no matter what, couldn't achieve that and in this respect, he was even inferior to those Jungle Ghosts.

But what did that matter?

For Joe, understanding the meaning and being able to react subconsciously in the first moment of contact, fighting for an extra half-second or one second to shoot, was enough for him.

Defending a room of 8*8 with six people was already the limit; any more and you'd block your own side's line of fire, potentially leading to friendly fire incidents.

It was in this extreme environment that Joe underwent his second crucial refinement since his self-taught diving training.

From initially being targeted the most and managing one for two, he progressed to tumbling into the room at various angles achieving one for three, and later being able to roll in and then spring up, thus buying about a second's time, reaching one for four.

Being able to achieve such a level against the Jazz Squad was seen as a remarkable accomplishment by others.

But Karman was still not completely satisfied; what he wanted was Joe's personal safety, not for him to trade his life for a few kills.

However, these things had to be taken slowly. Joe having developed a subconscious reaction was already a tremendous improvement.

This subconscious reaction could buy him an extra half-second when facing a formidable opponent, and that was enough for the moment!

But this kind of subconscious reaction, 'encouraged' by bullets, wasn't without cost.

On the third day, Joe couldn't take it anymore. After completing the training, he actively sought out 'Medic Officer Bird' and asked him to use his medical knowledge to convince Karman not to sneakily remove the boss's bulletproof plates anymore.

Afterward, Joe lay in a large bathtub filled with ice and water at home, holding Anna's hand and seeking some comfort.

The two talked about what had happened in the past few days...

The Mercenary Coalition and the Iraqi Government forces had established an evacuation point on the outskirts of Mosul.

P·B withheld some supplies from the Kurdish and couldn't force them into battle.

The over 200 Kurdish Workers' Party members who had died previously didn't end there; some Kurdish leaders found Steven in Baghdad, hoping he would stand up for the Kurdish cause.

How could Steven care about these guys? Not to mention that Hu Lang had already given him a heads-up, but even without Hu Lang's warning, he would side with P·B and send those Kurdish men to the frontline.

Unfortunately, Steven didn't understand the Kurds' attitude. They just wanted to create trouble, to prevent the Kurdish forces from engaging in battle, to facilitate seizing the opportunity at the end and to pull the whole of Iraq together to resist the pressure from the Turkish.

If you, Steven, refused to be fair, that's fine. I will go around Baghdad rallying support, and if I can win some sympathy, I might gain a few more seats in the national parliament.

Steven was busy consolidating the interests of the American oil group, and he also had to negotiate with the China Energy Company. He was incredibly busy; how could he possibly care about what the Kurds thought?

A very peculiar situation had now arisen in Iraq; no one had envisaged concluding the conflict swiftly.

NATO, due to the threat of the dirty bomb, wanted the Coalition to continue pressuring ISIS in Mosul, hoping they would compromise or make a mistake.

The Iraqi Government was worried both about casualties and the attitudes of two problematic neighbors and certainly didn't want the Kurds picking the fruits of victory.

Not to mention the mercenaries; they hoped the war would go on forever.

Only P·B had essentially achieved their strategic goals by now; they were indifferent. The longer the war dragged on, the more P·B could profit.

Joe, lying in the ice water, rambled on to Anna about the situation in Iraq, then furiously ranted about the disappointments on all sides, delaying P·B's efficiency in making money, before slowly falling asleep.

After Joe had fallen asleep, Anna placed a towel under the back of his head and squatted at the edge of the tub, gently soothing his furrowed brow with her hand...

Watching Joe's brow slowly relax, Anna's face lit up with a radiant smile.

She knew the man in front of her had been too tired lately, as if all affairs couldn't proceed without him.

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While Nis was staring blankly at Joe Ga's face, the nearby satellite phone suddenly rang...

Nis snatched up the phone, glanced at the name on it, and decisively answered, saying, "What's the matter, 'Professor'? If it's not important, could you call back in two hours?"

............

In northeastern Syria, near the borders with Turkey and Iraq, 'Professor' sat on a rock, his face covered in blood, under the protection of several Seville paratroopers...

Gazing at the transport plane that had made an emergency landing nearby, 'Professor' said with a wry smile, "I need someone to save me, I've crashed...

Someone attacked my transport plane with a 'Stinger' missile just as I was about to land.

Now there are only six of us here, and there's fighting nearby; I don't know what's happening."

............

On hearing this, Nis decisively shook Joe Ga awake and said, "'Professor' is in trouble!

I'm going to get everyone ready..."

As Nis walked out, she said, "We can move our Syria plan forward..."

Joe Ga took the phone, nodded, and said, "Get the transport plane ready..."

As he spoke, Joe Ga held the phone to his ear and said calmly, "'Professor,' first find a safe place to hide.

Don't worry about anything, just tell me your location, and I'll come get you..."

............

'Professor,' listening to the distant gunfire and watching dust trails from vehicles rushing toward the downed transport plane, said with a bitter smile, "You've got trouble now, Hu Lang. I didn't expect to encounter such a problem as soon as I took over the Middle East operations.

I feel like I might have been betrayed..."

Joe Ga replied reassuringly, "It's normal; having you clash with colleagues because I came to Iraq is partly my responsibility, I should have warned you earlier.

Don't panic, follow the paratroopers with you, they should be experienced, just hang in there, I'll be there shortly!"

'Professor' wiped the fresh blood off his forehead to prevent it from getting into his eyes. He glanced at the six paratroopers armed with only light weapons beside him, gestured for them to lead the way, and whispered into the phone, "Hu Lang, if I die, help me kill the Middle East manager and the deputy general manager of Yogeinbert Company...

Please take good care of Anna for me..."

Joe Ga stood up from the bathtub, grabbed a towel, and began drying himself as he said, "Hang in there, if you're captured, first report your company and position.

Syrian armed groups all need weapons, and you can supply them.

Whatever happens, you must save your own life...

Hold on, you must hang in there, I'll find you very soon!"

As he spoke, Joe Ga's voice turned ice-cold, "I'm going to make those who attacked you pay a price, a price they will regret for the rest of their lives!"

No sooner had Joe Ga finished speaking than 'Professor' hung up the phone...

Looking at Kitten standing beside him with a new set of combat gear, Joe Ga tossed aside the phone and said as he dressed, "Contact Chris, tell him to get over here and help handle things.

Inform Antar to stay behind to manage things and to coordinate the use of the Predator drone.

Get Jazz Squad and Team B ready, with enough vehicles; we're going to drop into Syria on a C130."

Kitten's eyes lit up as she heard this, "We're going into Syria to fight? Should we bring a few Kurdish militia with us?"

Joe Ga paused for a moment and then nodded, "Find a couple of guides familiar with the border...

This attack wasn't aimed at 'Professor,' it was aimed at me...

FUCK, I'm going to rip out the intestines of those bastards from the armored group..."

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