NOVEL NEXT Chapter 284: Good Taste
Joe Ga had handed over the security work of the rescue center to Dorian and the people of the Iron Wall Mercenary Corps, with 20 Seville veterans and 100 P.B soldiers stationed on the perimeter, so security was absolutely not an issue.
Nis was responsible for assisting Mr. and Mrs. John and coordinating the accommodation arrangements for the prince and princess.
The ten small cottages here had been urgently refurbished, barely enough to accommodate all the guests, and if necessary, a few RVs could be used as a stopgap.
Coming to Africa was all about experiencing the wild, and Joe Ga figured that these members of the royal family wouldn't mind. Experience tales with empire
Joe Ga was in a car with Karman, followed by Rick and Phil, the two boys.
Once they left the rescue center, the smiles on the boys' faces disappeared, replaced by a ferocity that was even somewhat chilling to Joe Ga.
Not the ferocity of bared teeth and grimaces, but the ease and composure of a carnivore at the time of hunting.
To Joe Ga, this was 'ferocity,' treating everyone as prey, which was already somewhat beyond what was expected of a soldier.
Since they wanted to approach the poachers stealthily, all the cars were without lights, and Joe Ga's tactical glasses' low light feature made the boys' eerie expressions seem like something out of a horror movie.
Those who didn't know them would find it a bit strange, but those who did would feel a chill in their heart.
Turning back, Joe Ga tapped the two stern-seated boys on the heads and reached out to make them smile.
Looking at them, it seemed to make matters worse, and Joe Ga shook his head helplessly, saying to Karman, "Once this is over, send them to school. At this rate, they're being molded into psychopaths."
Karman had a completely different understanding of 'psychopath.' Considering Joe Ga's suggestion, he thought for a moment and then said, "School is indeed necessary; there is a school in Sangha Town.
However, the team near the gold mine is almost ready. They could try going into the jungle… I was thinking of letting them join…"
Joe Ga waved his hand and said, "There's no need. Their ghostly appearance is frightening enough already. What difference would killing a few more people make to them?"
Karman never argued with Joe Ga on non-principle matters. After pondering for a while, he nodded and said, "Some things require experience to become proficient, and we all went through this.
But since you think it's not good, let them go to Sangha Town and stay in your house.
Boss, their life's aspect of humanity is already destined. What you can do is give them a sense of purpose and make them feel useful."
As he spoke, Karman turned to look at Rick and Phil and seriously said to Joe Ga, "You must agree to this, because that's how I came up, and they won't disappoint you."
Joe Ga looked back and saw an 'expectation' in the boys' eyes that he couldn't understand. Eventually, he nodded and said, "Alright. You guys will stay in my house in Sangha Town, go to school every day, and when you turn 18, I'll send you to study abroad in Europe.
I need wise assistants!
In Africa, killing isn't a big deal, but if you can identify the critical issue and deal with the person causing the problem, that's impressive.
That's not an easy job. It requires the ability to grasp the essence in a mess of information, and that requires wisdom."
The taller, more slender-necked Rick looked at Joe Ga and said in a strange, flat tone, "Understood, sir."
Phil, who was a bit shorter and sturdily built, was younger. His gaze shifted between Karman and Joe Ga, then he said, "Sir, can we really help you by going to school?
The teacher said you will be king, and a king needs guards, sir. I can do it!"
Joe Ga was taken aback for a moment, then said irritably, "When you can beat Ayu, then come and talk to me about being a guard."
As Joe Ga looked at the two boys, who had brought nothing with them, he hesitated for a moment before asking, "How are you with guns?"
Rick replied, "We can both use guns, but in the jungle, knives are more useful.
Sir, Mr. Elephant took our knives…"
Seeing Rick's rare show of a slight sense of grievance, Joe Ga knew well the anxiety these children would feel having their weapons taken away.
He bent down to pick up the tactical backpack at his feet, pretended to rummage inside, and then pulled out two sheathed 'Rambo Knives,' turning back to hand them to the delighted boys.
Watching them eagerly pull out the knives to inspect them, Joe Ga shook his head and chuckled, saying, "Don't let Mr. Elephant see it. At school, make sure no one discovers you carrying the knives unless there is danger or an order from me or Karman. You can't just hurt people, understand?"
"Yes, sir!"
Hearing the boys respond in unison, Joe Ga nodded, straightened up, and looking ahead, said, "There might be a conflict soon; there are rifles in the trunk. Each of you pick one, and return it afterwards."
The two boys cheered in surprise, and the more active Phil said expectantly, "Sir, when can we have our own pistols?
We need to protect you, and pistols are more convenient..."
Joe Ga laughed at how this kid kept emphasizing "protect you" and shook his head, "Regarding the issue of pistols, you need to consult Nis, that is, Devil Bird.
She's in charge of my house. When she thinks you can safely carry pistols around my house, then you can have the pistols you want, and I guarantee they'll be the best."
Joe Ga looked at the two surprised boys through the rearview mirror and shook his head, "Guys, safe use of firearms requires long-term practice. Devil Bird and I have slightly different requirements from those jungle veterans. The outside world is not like the wild jungle; you need to be mentally prepared."
While Joe Ga was speaking, a lead SUV suddenly stopped.
Antar said over the radio, "One kilometer to the southwest, 37 people, all armed. Approaching by car might easily reveal our location..."
All vehicles stopped, and Joe Ga got out and walked to the trunk...
Beckoning Rick and Phil over, Joe Ga first found two tactical vests for them, then personally fitted them with bulletproof plates, and finally buckled tactical helmets onto their heads...
"Stick close to me, don't scatter, got it?"
The two boys, eyes shining at the sight of the gun cases in the trunk, firmly agreed to Joe Ga's request, then they chose the same G36C as Dorian.
This is a drawback of long-term training in the jungle; they are accustomed to close combat.
However, Joe Ga didn't intentionally correct them. Karman, holding an AK, had also become a king among soldiers. They were in better circumstances and should be stronger than Karman.
The most critical was the 'Ghost' visual blind spot combat skills, which were effective at close range; hasty corrections might lead to bad outcomes.
'Spur' and 'Medic Officer Bird' didn't have their own specific gear; when Joe Ga began distributing equipment, they too moved closer.
Looking at the myriad of firearms in the trunk, 'Spur' whistled subconsciously, saying, "Seems I chose the right boss. At least the boss has great taste."
Joe Ga handed over two sets of tactical vests along with the bulletproof plates, then laughed and said, "As an arms dealer, showing a bit of taste in guns is only reasonable.
Take whatever you need, don't be careless. There are 37 of them, and the militias in Africa are either very poor, or, well, not too poor..."
'Spur,' pointing at a similar HK416 to that of Joe Ga, asked, "May I?"
Joe Ga waved his hand indifferently, "Sure, be my guest. I like your choice; your taste is somewhat like mine."
Speaking, Joe Ga opened an accessories box, inside of which were holosight, a more compact built-in red dot T1 sight, laser pointer, 3x flip magnifier...
Seeing 'Spur''s surprised expression, Joe Ga said with a smile, "Hurry up."
'Spur', rubbing his hands, fitted a laser pointer and a T1 red dot sight to his rifle, checked the fit, and adjusted the stock length. After dry firing a few times, he said with utmost satisfaction, "The weight is lighter, the trigger pull is very comfortable, if the accuracy..."
Joe Ga waved his hand to interrupt him, laughing, "400 meters, effective firing range 400 meters. If you're used to the HK416, then you won't be disappointed."
Compared to the delighted 'Spur', 'Medic Officer Bird' was very calm. He simply picked an AR15, added a holosight and 3x flip magnifier, took four magazines, then also grabbed a belt with a medical pack, and finally took a tactical backpack and considered it done.
Compared to patient Karman, 'Rhino' was impatient with these fussy Caucasians. It's just a gun; isn't it enough that it shoots?
He marked each park anti-poaching member with an IR tag, facilitating nighttime identification, and then sent Manlo to lead them on a detour, approaching the enemy from another direction,
Watching 'Spur' pick and choose a pistol, 'Rhino' couldn't help saying, "Boss, Namo and Arthur's lion pride is nearby; we can't delay too long. If they startle the pride, Namo might move the den."
Joe Ga watched 'Spur' adjust his gear and test the radio; then he finally closed the trunk and nodded, "Owl leads the way, Dragon Gecko on point. Let's move out."
After the operation began, 'Spur' couldn't help asking, "Boss, what are the rules of engagement?"
It was the first time Joe Ga was faced with such a question. He pondered for a moment while moving and replied, "When we think the enemy might pose a threat, we strike."
'Spur' was momentarily stunned, then grinned and said, "OK, I like this style!"
While 'Spur' was talking, 'Medic Officer Bird' leaned closer to Joe Ga and said, "Boss, they've entered from the south, and all thirty plus are armed; they're probably from that diamond warlord 'Zetaka'.
In such park situations, they dare to come, which shows they are prepared.
We need to be careful!"