King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga and Kitten clutched the medical officer bird, quickly passing through the narrow passageway before them that was as impregnable as a fortress...

Only by deeply understanding the Rocinha Slum can one comprehend why the police have no means of dealing with this place.

Not to mention that there are many innocent civilians here, the terrain itself could make most regular armies hesitant.

If this place is the focal point of contention, and the combat capabilities of both sides are not vastly different...

If one cannot use heavy weapons to destroy this unfortunate place, it's impossible to take Rocinha Slum without tens of thousands of deaths.

Just as Joe and his team's figures were about to disappear, the woman from earlier suddenly shouted loudly: "Turn right in front, don't go left, the people there have dealings with the Yemo Gang..."

Joe Ga gave a thumbs-up to indicate he understood, then quickened his pace and said to 'Kitten', "Are the people of Rocinha always this hospitable?"

Kitten checked Milani's condition, advancing with a gun and said, "That's how it is during the day, but not at night.

After eight o'clock at night, the people still outside are basically gang members, addicts, prostitutes...

After midnight, even the devil would shake his head and turn away from this place!"

Joe Ga didn't quite know how to describe the feeling this place gave him. He didn't feel it was particularly dangerous, just that the environment was incredibly twisted.

With the assistance of drones, after Ronnie adapted to the terrain here, the pace of advance began to accelerate.

Joe Ga also quickened his pace, walking and curiously asking, "Why did Anderson have a conflict with the Yemo Gang?"

'Kitten' said with dim eyes, "The Yemo Gang controls girls with drugs to make them prostitutes, and Anderson helped many girls quit drugs.

Not only the Yemo Gang hates him, but other similar gangs also hate him.

My brother Luka died in a gunfight between Anderson and the Red Command.

It was a similar situation back then..."

Joe Ga paused in silence, then curiously asked, "Don't you hate Anderson?"

Kitten frowned and said, "Why hate him? It was the Red Command that killed Luka.

If it weren't for Anderson, Monica and I wouldn't have survived to adulthood."

Joe Ga, after hearing this, patted Kitten's back comfortingly and said, "It's best if you think this way; it's all in the past…"

With that, Joe Ga, a bit puzzled, asked, "Anderson doesn't sell drugs, how does he make money?"

'Kitten' thought for a moment and said, "I don't know about the current situation, but he used to make money by selling Island Nation AV, as well as counterfeit sneakers and bags, and occasionally helping people install water pipes…"

Joe Ga listened and laughed, saying, "If he can make money, why stay in the slum?"

'Kitten' said helplessly, "Because doing these things elsewhere is illegal, the police would arrest him, only here the police don't care."

At this point, Joe Ga mentally pieced together a complete image of Rio de Janeiro.

It's a distorted, even somewhat surreal place!

The slum and the wealthy district are separated by a wall or a road, with heaven and hell on each side.

Each side has completely different orders, and these two vastly different environments create two wholly different kinds of people.

They are equally enthusiastic, but their intrinsic values and styles are entirely different.

If the slum and its people were removed, Sao Paulo, whether in terms of per capita income or resident welfare, would be at the standard of developed Europe and America.

But the reality is that wealth always concentrates upwards; without a reasonable wealth distribution mechanism, the higher the social productivity, the less the demand for human labor, and the less human-like the people at the bottom become.

Because when manpower is replaced by machines, many people are not even qualified as production materials.

The situation in Brazil proves that third-world countries copying the American system is self-destructive.

This place's resource reserves are among the world's top, yet a third of the people live in abject poverty.

The folks back home for Joe Ga perform very poorly in terms of middle and lower-class income.

Because happiness comes at a cost!

And war is the most direct means of transferring the cost of happiness!

America can transfer the 'cost of happiness' to the whole world, Europe can transfer costs to its former colonies...

And developing countries can only transfer costs to their middle and lower classes at home!

Brazil is the most typical; they don't have a vast rural area to bear the cost transfer, so they only try to stabilize the slums by giving out subsidies.

Residents of the Sao Paulo slums can receive around 400 reais in subsidies each month, and the water and electricity are free.

But this is far from meeting their living needs, so the gangs naturally rise.

When they find these lucrative ventures in gambling, prostitution, and drugs, coupled with rampant corruption within the police responsible for security, violence begins to grow uncontrollably.

Then bizarrely enough, these gangs start transferring costs back to their people, society, and even Europe and America through illegal means.

The 'black and white', 'good and evil', 'rich and poor' of this world converged in Brazil to form a distorted closed loop.

Joe Ga was powerless against the structural poverty caused by the current economic structure. Faced with the unspoken expectation in Kitten's eyes, he chose to pretend he hadn't seen it...

The foursome wandered in the vast slum for nearly 40 minutes. As the scout, Ronnie, approached a corner, he suddenly raised his fist, signaling everyone to stop...

"Boss, there are a lot of gunmen ahead..."

Joe Ga controlled the drone to ascend higher, and soon, red rectangles marked the enemy positions.

Observing the gunmen's distribution and the surrounding terrain, Joe Ga said helplessly, "Someone must have informed the Yemo Gang of our movements. Now, going around means turning back, which will take a long time."

Joe Ga glanced at Milani on the medic bird's back, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Let's take a detour and pass through their flank. This way, we only face enemies in one direction."

Kitten shook her head and said, "No, the Yemo Gang is occupying the high ground. It's too dangerous to rush through without cover..."

Kitten gloomily glanced at the barely breathing Milani and said dejectedly, "We'll take a detour; we're not far from the periphery now, just need to move quickly..."

Joe Ga surveyed the vague silhouettes in the surrounding slum houses and shook his head, saying, "Impossible, someone is reporting our whereabouts. We'll be blocked wherever we go."

Then Joe Ga tapped Ronnie on the shoulder and said, "Go through the buildings and find the closest path to break out directly..."

Ronnie, a true veteran, nodded decisively and turned to enter a side building to find a way. But before he could break down the door, Dorian's voice sounded on the public channel...

"Boss, I heard you've run into some trouble..."

Joe Ga was momentarily stunned, then pressed the communicator and laughed, "Elephant, where are you guys?"

Dorian chuckled, "Boss, I see your position...

The Brazilian police won't allow our main force to enter and battle the gang, and I'm short on weapons, so it's just me, Spider, and Leech coming to assist you.

But I brought 12 Spearhead Missiles; you can guide the missiles to launch yourselves.

I'm only 950 meters away from you in a straight line, well within range..."

Dorian said proudly, "Boss, don't leave me out from now on. As your number one bodyguard, I'm the most reliable..."

The medic bird, who had been tense, finally breathed a sigh of relief, tightened the rope on him, and cursed into the communicator, "FUCK YOU, Elephant, you'd better hurry..."

With the medic bird's cursing, Joe Ga saw three green dots at the upper right corner of his monocle...

Driving the drone to ascend a bit more, Joe Ga then saw Dorian and their location.

Dorian, Spider, and Leech, leading a team of fully-armed Brazilian Soldiers, barged into the slum, quickly approaching the Yemo Gang's flank...

Joe Ga estimated their advancement speed, then tapped Ronnie on the shoulder and said, "Ronnie and I will lead, Kitten will cover, and the medic bird is responsible for guiding the Spearhead Missiles.

12 are enough...

Let's go!"

The four lined up, hugging one side of the wall, moving through a dilapidated building...

Ronnie stopped at an alley entrance...

"Two on the right, one on the left"

The drone's view was shared. Joe Ga checked the enemy positions outside, signaled Ronnie to crouch, then stood behind him, gripping his gun with both hands and said, "I'll take the right, you take the left, three, two, one..."

As Joe Ga finished the countdown, he and Ronnie simultaneously leaned out to fire...

"Bang, bang, bang, bang"

"Bang, bang"

The Talus system spared Joe Ga the time of searching for enemies, as he followed the red rectangles to fire quickly, several bullets swiftly killing two enemies standing on a high platform.

Ronnie also succeeded, using a silencer-equipped UMP45 with subsonic rounds, making the firing sound very minimal.

The two killed three enemies, and the distant gunmen didn't notice anything amiss...

Seeing the situation, Joe Ga decisively patted Ronnie on the shoulder...

"Go, go, go, let's move..."

To intercept Joe Ga's group, the Yemo Gang not only sent all their gunmen but also borrowed some from other gangs, totaling over forty people.

They occupied the high points of the slum, blocking a small path leading to the main road exit.

A skinny black gunman, bare-chested, holding an old M16 rifle, guarded a high point, occasionally breathing onto his Rolex gold watch to wipe its surface on his pants...

The boss said if they eliminated those people, they could party at the nightclub tonight...

The skinny gunman eagerly watched a junction dozens of meters away, ready to surprise the enemy.

But just as he spotted the enemy and aimed his gun, he realized the enemy was faster...

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

The skinny gunman heard two whistling sounds, then looked down at the two single holes in his chest, blinking. When he tried to raise his gun to counterattack, he found his body had lost its strength, tumbling from a four-meter height onto the path below...

Upon impact, his M16 fired, the gunshots echoing like firecrackers, stirring up the surroundings completely...