King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga pondered his own problems along the way.

He had to participate in the scuba training Dorian mentioned, not only because it was specifically useful, but also because he needed a sense of security.

Shooting practice kept him normal when he felt extremely insecure, but as his career developed and dangers increased, just being good with guns seemed no longer enough to quell his inner unease.

It wasn't just scuba training, Joe Ga knew he needed more specialized combat training.

He knew that his opponents wouldn't always be just black guys or second and third-tier mercenaries; he needed more targeted skills.

Intense selection training didn't bother him, since Joe Ga was sure his 'insecurity' would push him harder than anything else.

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Rappelling, parachuting, diving, CQB, and a series of combat skills, Joe Ga wanted to try them all if he had the chance.

He didn't necessarily need to match those top-tier special forces, but he must know these skills when needed.

After sharing his thoughts with the only professional insider, Joe Ga crossed his arms and closed his eyes again.

He was indeed very tired. At almost six feet three inches tall and weighing over 440 pounds, coupled with constant high tension, he was fatigued both physically and mentally.

Seeing Joe Ga falling asleep again, everyone tacitly closed their mouths.

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At 8 PM, having finally rested enough, Joe Ga started preparing a hot pot.

Of course, he was only responsible for burning the charcoal and preparing the sesame sauce, then he sprinkled some goji berries and a few scallions into the copper hot pot, and that was it.

Karman handled cutting twenty pounds of lamb and beef, while Muto, who was left in the house to supervise Eric, went to the town to buy some vegetables. After cleaning, a feast was ready.

Big Beard Eric, like a curious big dog, kept circling around him and incessantly inquired about the so-called 'battle situation.' However, Joe Ga was in a good mood this time and considering this guy was one of his high-end dealers, he tolerated Eric's bizarre behaviors.

Following behind Joe Ga, Eric, who had been complaining for a while, found that Joe Ga was ignoring him and said a bit angrily in a high-pitched voice, "Hey, I'm talking to you."

Joe Ga, in a great mood, nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm listening, go on."

Eric was taken aback by the retort, and then said with a cold laugh, "I spent two days making a website for you, and you seem not very interested."

Joe Ga, taken aback, asked, "What website? I'm an arms dealer, what do I need a website for?"

Looking frustrated, Eric placed his hands on his hips like a big teapot, pointed at Muto who was busy and called out, "That guy said you want to be the king of global guiding hunts, so I spent a couple of days and made you a website."

Joe Ga, incredulous, asked, "You? You made me a hunting guide website?"

Seeing Joe Ga's shocked expression, Eric lifted his chin and looked down his nose at Joe Ga and said, "Of course, what's so hard about that?"

Joe Ga, seeing Eric's smug, you-owe-me-one face, knew this guy wasn't harboring anything good.

So, with a carefree demeanor, he said, "What use is a website? Who still looks at computer websites nowadays?

Moreover, without an offline service company, what use is just having a website?"

Eric, with a contemptuous look, answered, "Don't think I don't know, you're making this website for money laundering.

Is registering an offshore company that difficult?

With a company and an online presence, you can use fictitious transactions to launder money.

I've done the most crucial part for you, you have to pay me."

Joe Ga, looking at Eric as if he were a fool, asked, "Are you kidding me? Who told you I want to launder money?"

"I just want to develop the hunting industry, and I'll open hunting companies all across Africa!"

"In the future, when people like you, white men, come here, you'll need my permission even to shoot a rabbit."

"And you expect me to pay you? I think you're crazy about money!"

"If you really want to make money, you should quickly take your guns back to Sweden and push my high-end guns to those enthusiasts."

"As long as you are as famous as you claim to be, I guarantee you'll get rich."

Eric looked disdainfully at the stubborn Joe Ga and said, "You really don't want it? I've installed an algorithm on the website that can monitor the exchange rates of major commercial banks, allowing you to maximize your benefits when laundering money without having to think."

"And I, 'Albatross,' I can be the administrator of this website. I can even help you register a company in Panama or the Cayman Islands and then open accounts for you in major commercial banks around the world."

"Are you sure you don't want it?"

Joe Ga paused, then said, "Isn't that something accountants and lawyers should be handling?"

Eric, giving him a sidelong glance, said, "Didn't Antar tell you?

"I'm not just a hacker. I'm also a partner at Sweden's most famous law firm."

"You think hacking can earn you enough to buy a WA2000?"

Joe Ga was stunned by Eric's words, unable to believe that this guy was actually a lawyer. What kind of judge would tolerate such a guy spouting nonsense in court?

"If there were an Olympic event for being punchable, this guy would definitely win a medal."

But when Joe Ga turned his gaze to Antar, the girl nodded with a smile and said, "I can testify that Eric is an excellent lawyer."

"In fact, if not for him, I wouldn't have had the chance to bring my family from Turkey to Sweden."

"And I can assure you he can do what he's claiming because his last name is 'Kopke.'

"His father is the chairman of Sweden's biggest multinational industrial conglomerate, 'Atlas Copco,' and he is the youngest son of the Kopke family."

As she spoke, Antar glanced at the discontented Eric and smiled, saying, "You're a genius, but there are some things you can't avoid. I think since you want to collaborate with the boss, you should be a bit more honest."

Convinced that Antar wouldn't deceive him, Joe Ga turned toward the complicated-looking Eric and said, "Let's not talk about your family name; it doesn't matter to me. I just want to know what you want?

"What will you gain from handling this for me?"

Eric, after listening, didn't rush to answer Joe Ga's question. Instead, he walked over to Antar, took her arm, and after giving Joe Ga a chilling roll of his eyes, he said, "I want to be a partner. I can invest with my technology, and you must give me 20% of the shares.

"I don't need a salary or dividends, but I have my conditions."

Curious, Joe Ga asked, "What conditions?"

Eric, holding Antar's arm tightly and with a melodramatic tone, said, "There are many sisters in the world living in dire straits, just like Antar.

"When I need it, you must assist me in helping them."

Joe Ga spread his hands and said, "I don't have enough money to support so many people."

Facing Joe Ga's evasion, Eric rolled his eyes again and said, "You don't need to spend money. I've asked Muto, and I've reviewed the relevant laws in Africa.

"It's not difficult to register a hunting company here, which not only facilitates fictitious transactions for laundering money but also helps those girls obtain African visas and passports through these tourism hunting companies.

"You can set up the tourism hunting companies Muto talked about in Europe, and you don't even need to handle it — I can help you register companies in different European countries."

"As long as those companies genuinely exist, then I have ways to use legal measures to send those girls to Europe with African passports, seeking a new life legitimately."

After listening, Joe Ga looked at Eric, whose head seemed to be glowing, and said incredulously, "Damn, you're a genius!"