King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

The small incident during the flight didn't affect anyone's mood…

The plane, braving light rain, headed north and crossed the thin haze of the Congo basin before finally landing at Ndele airport an hour later.

The airport in Ndele was very rudimentary, but it still managed to attract a large number of people.

The French 'One-Eye', dressed in a professional black suit and wearing an earphone characteristic of a special agent, pulled at the collar of his suit and said professionally as Joe Ga's plane touched down and taxied, " 'Treasure' has landed, everyone, take your positions."

The Iron Wall Mercenaries now numbered only five. Clad in matching black suits, they faced their new boss's assignment. A burly black man stood with his arms crossed in front of him, side by side with three teammates at the terminal exit, forming a human wall.

Seeing their new leader's eyes constantly fixed on the slowly stopping plane, the burly black man grinned and said, "Boss, if you keep obsessing over Princess Charlene like this, the one we'll need to guard against will be your girlfriend 'Bee'."

As he spoke, the black brother pocketed a banknote that a media reporter had handed him and then soberly turned down their request to take photos on the tarmac.

"Sir, please keep it down. Your behavior just now was suspect for bribing security personnel, so I'm confiscating the evidence."

When the media reporter hurled curses, 'Medic Officer Bird' from the waiting area outside the exit tapped the shoulder of the man next to him and said with a smile, "Our boss has arrived... "

'Medic Officer Bird''s cousin was Tim Rogers, codenamed 'Spur', and the former captain of the HRT (Hostage Rescue Team) Hammerhead Shark Squad.

The guy looked somewhat like 'Medic Officer Bird', both being the epitome of cowboy-type men, but he was noticeably more robust.

Three years ago, 'Spur' had a 'misfire' during a rescue mission that led to a standoff with a group of anti-government militia, resulting in dozens of casualties on both sides, and ultimately he and his comrades were dismissed.

You heard that right, even Americans have anti-government armed groups, but they usually consider themselves militias.

On the low end, you have a bunch of disgruntled rednecks gathering together, living day by day, ready to fight the government gloriously to the death at any moment.

The more high-end ones seek support and donations from society, and if they can find a big sponsor, becoming a political faction isn't out of the question.

And what 'Spur' faced was a 'high-end anti-government militia organization' with high-level backers.

Although the other side indeed had kidnapped some girls and done a lot of outrageous things before, when the death toll rose and people began to initiate accountability mechanisms and closely scrutinized their actions, 'Spur', as the commander, could not escape culpability.

Without a search warrant, he had barged into the militia's territory and initiated combat, resulting in heavy casualties on both sides.

Althought 'Spur' did rescue the kidnapped girls, he still lost his job and all his retirement funds.

After receiving a call from his cousin 'Medic Officer Bird', 'Spur' packed up without a second thought and rushed to Central Africa.

'Spur', watching the aircraft gradually lower its stairs, nudged 'Medic Officer Bird' next to him and said with a smile, "Would it seem a bit much if I asked for half a year's salary in advance at our first meeting?

I'm six months behind on alimony for Amanda, and if I get sued, I might even lose my visitation rights."

'Medic Officer Bird' looked sympathetically at his cousin, drained from the torment of unemployment and divorce. He shook his head and said, "I suggest you show your worth before bringing up that issue. I've got a few thousand dollars I could lend you."

'Medic Officer Bird' patted 'Spur' on the arm and took him to a Polaris SUV, parked it in front of three tour buses, and then stood beside the vehicle waiting for the bosses to arrive.

The drivers of the tour buses were members of Team B. Sanderson, who was in the same boat as 'Spur', tensed up as he saw people beginning to descend from the plane. Leaning against the engine of the tour bus, he said with a sideways smile, "Don't be nervous, our boss isn't too picky about his subordinates."

'Spur' was taken aback and replied, "If not being picky means the standards of the Ranger Reconnaissance, then I'd still better be careful."

As he spoke, 'Spur' turned to look at 'Kitten', who was idly kicking the door of the vehicle next to Sanderson. Grinning, he said, "Buddy, don't tease me. 'Medic Officer Bird' said he doesn't know much about the boss, can you tell me if there's anything taboo about him?

I've been having a rough time lately, and I really don't want to lose this job."

Sanderson, who understood 'Spur's' situation all too well—a situation common among many divorced American soldiers—had been divorced himself. However, his ex-wife found true love afterwards, sparing him from daunting alimony.

After carefully recalling his experiences with the boss, Sanderson said, "Do your job well…"

Faced with such a simple answer, 'Spur' was puzzled and asked, "What?"

Sanderson spread his hands and said, "Do your job well, that's it!

If you really need something more, then the boss needs soldiers with a sense of honor."

As he spoke, Sanderson looked at 'Spur', who seemed surprised, and said with a smile, "Our boss might occasionally make foolish decisions, but he says he cannot guarantee he'll always be right."

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But so far, the enemies he has chosen for us have been the "right" ones.

Buddy, for people like us, joining a team with a sense of honor is like a dream come true.

You only get one chance, and if you miss it, there won't be another!"

"Do you want me to relax or to get a bit more tense?"

'Spur' couldn't help but tense up as he watched a tall Chinese man descend the airplane stairs, and he instinctively stood up straight, facing forward.

As Joe Ga led a group of princes and princesses toward the tour bus, Karman moved through the gap between the bus and Polaris, positioning himself between Sanderson and Spur...

Looking at 'Spur', who was slightly nervous, Karman spoke in a hoarse voice, "You should indeed be tense because your responsibility isn't to fight, but to protect the boss's safety.

The job your brother recommended to you isn't easy because to protect the boss, you first need to keep up with him."

'Spur' glanced at Karman and, attempting not to offend someone close to the boss, said, "I think 'keeping up with the boss' should be the easiest part for me, since I've been 'preparing' since I was 19. Sometimes, I feel that handling combat is much easier than handling a wife."

'Spur's attempt at humor did not elicit a trace of a smile from Karman.

The old man looked at the tall, sided profile of 'Spur', hesitated a moment, then suddenly swung his left hand...

'Spur' instinctively raised his left arm to block and his right hand went for his gun, but as soon as he began to pull it from the holster, he realized that the old black man's right hand held a hunting knife against his left ribcage...

Because he had raised his hand and exposed his vitals, a stab of the knife could pierce his heart and take his life instantaneously.

Ignoring the shock, anger, and fear mixed on 'Spur's face, Karman put away the knife and, glancing at Sanderson, who had just been comforting 'Spur', said gravely, "You should talk less; this guy is far from ready. The boss is going to the United States, and he's the main defense; he has no right to relax."

After speaking, Karman moved towards Joe Ga, who was waving at him. They hugged and whispered a few words, then Karman walked towards a four-wheel drive at the back, opened the door, and let out two gaunt boys who always smiled but had an indescribable aura about them.

The two boys appeared shy as they were immediately embraced by Ayu; Nis seemed quite fond of them as well, introducing them to the female guests nearby.

With so many men at P.B., it was not easy to take care of so many princesses. Out of necessity, Karman had transferred these two kids from the training camp at the gold mine.

Watching those who should be the closest to the boss pay the highest respect to Karman upon his arrival, 'Spur' touched the slightly itchy spot on his ribs and, looking at Sanderson, said, "Who is that guy? Is my job in jeopardy now?"

Sanderson, who had just been reprimanded, smiled wryly and shook his head, "His name is Karman, the boss's first subordinate.

Your job is still secure, but you had better take every word he said to heart; this old man values the boss's safety more than his own life."

'Spur', watching Karman patting the two uniformed boys' heads and having them salute Joe Ga, expressed his discomfort, "What is he doing?"

Remembering the fighting in the village near the base, Sanderson said with a complicated expression, "Those two boys have probably killed more people than you. Right now, if they went into the jungle unprepared, even I might not be their match."

"Boys Scout?"

Sanderson, noticing the increasingly stern tone of 'Spur', shook his head, "They nearly became Boys Scouts, but now they're 'Ghosts', ghosts of the jungle!

You'll learn in time that many strange things happen in the jungles of Africa, and our boss is trying to make those things disappear."

As Sanderson spoke, he looked at 'Spur', who still seemed a bit out of his element. Without elaborating, he shook his head, "Karman is right, you're not yet qualified!

If it weren't for the need for specialists here and the boss going to the United States, getting a contract wouldn't be so easy for you."

'Kitten', who had been impatiently waiting, tapped on Sanderson's arm, "Stop wasting words on him; this guy wouldn't stand a chance in the jungle against those two kids."

With that, 'Kitten' went to greet Nis and Antar, giving them each a hug before starting to help the princesses with their bags...

'Spur' watched as Sanderson obediently approached and guided several active children onto the bus. He turned to 'Medic Officer Bird', who had been silent all along, and said, "Don't you have anything to say?"

'Medic Officer Bird' spread his hands, "What should I say?

All I clearly know right now is that our boss is a very powerful military contractor and arms dealer.

He fought terrorists for two days in a small town in Niger, rescuing a group of students taken hostage, as well as nearly 2000 townspeople, while the Rangers and French SAS suffered heavy losses in the operation.

I don't know much else; I'm also new here, and don't know much more about the boss than you do." Stay tuned to empire

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