King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

How could Joe Ga possibly need Lu Jun's help?

In attacking a gathering point of Kadin people and some foreigners, what was needed was secrecy and efficiency.

Lu Jun's bodyguards were skilled, but they were bodyguards, not assassins, and those PMCs had no obligation to carry out additional dangerous missions.

Joe Ga had been wasting so much time here simply waiting for nightfall.

Dorian sent messages to the Mori Family every two hours to keep them at ease, so Joe Ga was not particularly anxious.

The vehicles that Dorian and his team were using to deliver the arms were parked at the bottom of a hill on a small road, and it was only a two-hour drive from there to Kwaqjok Town. They planned to wait until the darkness had completely descended before setting off.

Joe Ga had sold two Little Gazelles on this trip and, with the other gains, made 2.58 million, which put him in a very good mood, and more generous with people as a result.

As for the captured Beretta 93R pistols, Joe Ga kept one as a souvenir and gifted the rest to Captain Wang and his men. The machine guns and other weapons were given away as freebies all at once.

However, a reasonably intact 120mm mortar, Joe Ga decided to keep.

He swiftly disassembled the mortar, having Karman and Dorian carry the barrel and baseplate respectively, while the others each carried several mortar shells. Soon they descended the mountain and found the trucks hidden by Dorian and his team.

Dorian, who knew the area well, removed a camouflage net and revealed the hidden pickup truck. Then, five people got into one of the pickup trucks and Karman drove toward Kwaqjok. Experience more tales on m v|l e'm,p| y- r

Sitting in the passenger seat, Dorian was very envious of the equipment on Karman.

Placing an MP7 in front of him, Dorian tapped his chest armor, speaking to Joe Ga, "You guys are one of the few teams I've seen in Africa who wear bulletproof vests when going out on a job.

'Can you get me a couple of bulletproof plates? I don't mind carrying an extra 20 pounds.'

Dorian glanced back at the equipment on Nis, smacking his lips, "Hu Lang is a good boss—at least he's willing to spend money on weapons, oh, I almost forgot, Hu Lang himself is an arms dealer."

It was a bit cramped for three people in the back seat of the pickup. Joe Ga gave the back of the passenger seat a kick, irritably saying, "If you want something, just ask for it directly. This isn't a good time for you to be complaining about being poor."

Upon hearing this, Dorian turned around with a sycophantic look and said, "If — and I mean if — I survive and get to hang out with you, could you help me get ahold of an HK416 just like yours?

A 10.5 inch barrel, and when it's fitted with a suppressor and subsonic ammunition, it's even quieter than the MP7.

I once took part in exercises with the SEAL Team; they were using that rifle and it was terrific!"

Joe Ga handed his rifle to Dorian, saying, "The HK416 isn't an exceptionally good rifle. I use it just because it's convenient to carry.

Dorian expertly handled the rifle, removing the magazine, clearing the chamber, and then pulling the trigger. After hearing a crisp sound, Dorian exclaimed with admiration, "This is a fine weapon improved by an expert...."

Reluctantly, Dorian handed the rifle back to Joe Ga, then said, "The convenience of carrying it is an incredible advantage. Everyone has to admit, it's more practical than the MP7, even indoors."

Curiously, Joe Ga said, "I think most special forces prefer powerful rifles. Why do you, Leather Head, like the MP7? It's just an enlarged pistol."

Joe Ga reached under Nis's feet to pick up a P90, along with four magazines, and shoved them onto the passenger seat, saying, "Use this today. At least, it's more accurate than the MP7, that kind of spray-and-pray thing."

The P90 was the kind of weapon anyone would love, and Dorian was no exception.

But the guy had a strong sense of pride. Clearly fascinated by it, he nonetheless said, "For indoor CQB where the combat distance is less than 10 meters, it's the soldier's qualities that are tested, not the quality of the gun."

Joe Ga didn't call him out but instead said with interest, "You said you're an Assault Soldier specialized in indoor CQB, but then why do I read online that Leather Heads are all-round good hands? What's the meaning behind that?"

When Dorian heard Joe Ga's layman question, he turned curiously and asked, "How did you come to the conclusion that all special forces are all-rounders?"

Leather Head's main mission was counter-terrorism within Italy, anti-hijacking, and hostage rescue. All the training we went through was for these purposes.

We would parachute, scuba dive, handle explosives, drive as well as use various light and heavy weapons; however, when it came down to each individual, there were differences.

I said I was proficient in indoor CQB because that was exactly what my team did, and it was also what I was best at. However, that didn't mean I couldn't handle other tasks.

"In fact, if you give me your HK416, I could also be a decent urban assault soldier, and with an HK417, I could serve as a precision shooter," Dorian said with fervor, but Joe Ga heard the underlying meaning...

It meant that Leather Head was a team specialized in urban combat, a bit like the SWAT in those American movies, an elite team for urban counter-terrorism.

All the training they received was aimed at urban counter-terrorism; their operational requirements were completely different from field troops.

That was indirectly admitting that Leather Head was still behind some of the well-known special forces units.

Dorian might be capable with any weapon, but his specialty was urban street fighting and indoor combat.

Yet specialization has its benefits, and Dorian's expertise was just what Joe Ga needed.

Because in the unfortunate place called Africa, Dorian would surely be an all-rounder compared to those black guys.

In outdoor combat, Joe Ga could keep his distance and slowly learn and explore with Karman, but for high-skill urban and indoor combat, specialized training was needed.

This was no joke; without professional training, indoor combat casualties would certainly be heavy.

Actually, Joe Ga had already deviated a bit from the identity of an arms dealer. As events slowly escalated, he, a small-scale operator, had to enhance his combat capabilities to survive in increasingly dangerous conditions.

After all, Joe Ga was still a novice, the kind who hadn't even gotten a start in international arms trading!

But there was an advantage to that, as Joe Ga would further strengthen his combat abilities under the pressure.

Joe Ga still had time to explore gently during this period. If he could achieve something, his confidence and strength would surely be stronger than most of his peers.

Looking at Dorian with an expression suggesting they shouldn't underestimate him, Joe Ga smiled, shook his head, and said, "You might not believe it, but you are the only one among us who has undergone specialized military training.

We're going to arrive in an hour. Do you have any practical advice?

Let me give you a hint, I am going to kill all the Mori Family people here and that troublemaking British Broker."

Dorian was stunned for a moment, then turned his head in disbelief to look at Joe Ga and his group, saying, "You never went through formal military training?"

Joe Ga shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "Not entirely. Let me formally introduce you...

Devil Bird, former sniper from the Surt Military Academy, now our sniper.

Dragon Gecko, a former Hunting Guide, now our African combat specialist.

Owl, former Turkish militia sniper, now our spotter.

And me, Hu Lang, I used to be a mechanic."

As he spoke, Joe Ga seemed to remember something, and with a smile, he said, "Makes sense for a mechanic to modify and sell guns, doesn't it?"