King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

At first, Joe Ga couldn't believe that someone was targeting him, but when 'Pliers' secretly removed a miniature signal transmitter from the bottom of his suitcase, he realized that his trip might not go so smoothly...

After patiently waiting for 'Pliers' to finish checking all the rooms, Joe Ga sat on the sofa fiddling with the small signal transmitter and asked, "What is this? A locator?"

'Pliers' packed away his tools into the leather case, then looking at the small device still glowing in Joe Ga's hand, said, "This is not a GPS locator but a very advanced tracker.

Whoever has the receiver, as long as they are within a 3-kilometer radius of us, can clearly map out our movements."

As he spoke, 'Pliers' poured a glass of water and then gestured for Joe Ga to throw the tracker in it.

Watching the faint red glow of the small device flicker a few times before going out, he laughed and said, "Boss, I don't know who's tracking you, but I know that agents in the field of intelligence departments of various countries like these little gadgets.

You need to tell us who our possible enemies are so that we can be somewhat prepared.

Most importantly, we need to sort out our weapons issue. I only have a Texas gun permit..."

Joe Ga was confused by this situation, and he looked at 'Spur' somewhat dissatisfied. If 'Spur' couldn't provide a reasonable explanation, then he was going to have to kick everyone out with him.

It was somewhat acceptable for bodyguards to ask for weapons from their boss, but if bodyguards didn't even have gun permits, then what were they good for?

Going out with such bodyguards was like a mob boss going out with a bunch of gunmen.

That was too low class, and it could easily get you into trouble. People wouldn't even need to do anything; a simple phone call to the police would cause you a lot of headaches.

'Spur', sensing his boss's dissatisfaction, quickly looked at Wagner and said, "Give them the things."

Wagner smiled and took out several work IDs from his bag, saying, "These are 'Camel Security Company' work IDs and gun permits.

You have all been at the 'Camel Training Camp.' 'Camel' thought you weren't suitable to be bodyguards, but 'Spur' made some additional requests for bodyguards back then, so 'Camel' recommended you to him.

I wasn't sure if the boss would want you to work for him, so..."

As he spoke, Wagner handed the work IDs and gun permits of 'Pliers' and 'Dart' to them, smiling and saying, "I have already registered you with 'Camel's company, and I've signed an employment contract for you.

Now that it's in effect, you can legally hold weapons during the work period."

After finishing, Wagner looked at Joe Ga, who had a strange expression, and said, "Boss, we have all served for the FBI before, and our instructor 'Camel' was a senior HRT instructor, so we can get quite a few conveniences.

In fact, if not for 'Spur's peculiar requests, working with 'Camel' would be the most convenient way.

Of course, it's not bad now either. 'Camel's recommendations are all elites. They have all undergone a period of security training but were eliminated by 'Camel' because they were too aggressive.

Now, it looks like they should be able to meet your requirements."

After listening, Joe Ga said curiously, "If I have the chance, I'd like to meet this 'Camel.' Maybe we could collaborate in the future." Discover hidden stories at empire

'Spur' breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Camel's company is in Los Angeles. If you are going there, boss, I can take you to his training camp.

'Camel Security Company' is one of the top-notch security companies throughout California.

Many of my comrades-in-arms who retired for various reasons have sought work with him. Speaking strictly professionally, they are the best!"

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga understood that 'retiring for various reasons' was definitely not about leaving the FBI amicably; otherwise, HRT personnel would really have no need to become bodyguards or security guards.

Judging by Joe Ga's growing curiosity about 'Camel,' he asked, "What kind of services does 'Camel' offer? I am actually quite curious about American security companies and military contractors."

Seeing 'Spur' seemed not quite sure where to begin, Wagner laughed and interjected, "Security services cover a wide range. Camel Company's main business is community security and providing bodyguard services for the wealthy in California. There are also some cash transport services.

Community security is about promoting security services in upper-middle-class communities, installing security equipment for residents, and typically they respond to resident alarms over twice as fast as the police.

'Camel' is an old FBI instructor with many connections; with the FBI vouching for him, he is a great collaborator in the eyes of some California tycoons, and the bodyguards provided by Camel Company have never made a mistake.

These two points are the main sources of Camel's business, but his most profitable service is actually 'cash transport.' He is responsible for escorting cash for six marijuana stores in Los Angeles.

Thanks to federal policy, marijuana stores can only receive cash, and they can deposit the cash into designated banks only once a week.

Ever since marijuana stores' vaults were robbed a few times, Camel's business started to pick up, haha."

After listening, Joe Ga was slightly disappointed as he had no interest in pure security companies. However, if he had the chance, he still wanted to meet this 'Camel'—after all, he was practically a colleague and had deep connections within the FBI, definitely worth getting to know.

Seeing that the boss nodded to indicate he had no more issues, Wagner wheeled out a large black case from his suitcase, flipped it open to reveal its contents, and then said to 'Pliers' and 'Dart,' "Before 'Jackal' and 'Orange Cat' return, you can pick first.

"These guns are all registered in the FBI's system; you can legally own them."

The firearms in the box were trivial to Joe Ga, including an M1911, an M9, a Sig Sauer, three Glock 17s, three AR15s, and three MP7s.

Seeing 'Spur' excitedly pick a Sig Sauer and an MP7, Joe Ga knew he also had a 'gun permit'.

This was exactly the situation Joe Ga wanted; sometimes, the capabilities of the local serpent were beyond imagination.

He did have guns, but unregistered firearms were a completely different matter from these registered guns that could be legally owned.

Looking at the tracker soaked in water, Joe Ga said to Wagner, "If we want to legally own guns, do you have a way to make that happen?"

Wagner was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded and said, "There's a way. Miss Ayu has a diplomatic passport, and now a tracker has appeared on her luggage. It's reasonable for her to want to protect herself by hiring a few internationally licensed armed security personnel.

"Just bring me your passports, and I can file a report with the FBI and the New York Police Department.

There might be some flaws in the procedure, but for carrying guns, it's definitely enough. Besides, with a diplomatic passport, most law enforcement officers don't want the trouble."

Joe Ga wasn't entirely satisfied with this solution. He felt the best approach was to quickly acquire a PMC company with security qualifications. After all, it was a matter of time before it needed to be done.

The appearance of the tracker reminded him that he should prioritize this matter.

Joe Ga rubbed his temples and signaled Dorian to bring over his suitcase.

Upon opening it, Joe Ga took out four handguns and several spare magazines, under Wagner's bewildered gaze.

Joe Ga handed an M9 to Dorian, a .45-caliber Glock 37 to Ayu, and finally handed one of a pair of identical 'Super Jagare' couple pistols to Nis.

Looking at Wagner's odd expression, Joe Ga said with a smile, "You have one day to at least ensure that we won't have trouble with the police for carrying guns on the street.

"I know who is tracking me, but since I've been targeted, I must ensure that I have the ability to fight back, and you..."

Joe Ga spread his hands and said, "You must at least ensure that even if we enter a police station, we can come out quickly.

"I'll give you the number of the Congolese diplomat; you can contact him if necessary, and he will provide the procedures and assistance you need."

Wagner found it strange to deal with a diplomat from another country within a day, but he was a seasoned ex-FBI agent and now a lawyer, so he didn't see the boss's request as too difficult.

He nodded in agreement to the boss's request and, after considering, Wagner said, "Boss, what's your plan now?

"In my opinion, you should change your accommodation. If you like this location, we can go to the nearby Hilton and book new rooms."

Joe Ga heard this and shook his head, saying, "I don't have many enemies. The only one that's still active is an international crime organization called the 'Glorious Society.'

"Against them, I don't want to make any concessions!"

While saying this, Joe Ga looked at 'Pliers' and 'Dart' and said very seriously, "If it really is the Glorious Society, this will be a tough test for you guys."

'Pliers' said nonchalantly, "Could criminal groups be more dangerous than terrorists?

"Boss, I come from an EOD background; if you knew the pressure of my past job, you'd understand that nothing scares me."

'Dart,' the Indian, was even more straightforward. He checked his Glock and then, pursing his lips, said, "My job in Los Angeles was to fight criminal gangs.

"If necessary, I could list a series of names. They're all gang gunmen MVPs I've shot dead. You can find their photos on America's wanted lists."

'Spur' was now under the most pressure. He glanced unenthusiastically at the two overly confident guys and then stepped in front of Joe Ga, saying, "Boss, even if you don't want to leave the Waldorf Hotel, we should still book several more rooms.

"I'll handle it. I'll use my ID to book the same rooms upstairs. We can rest here during the day and move up there at night.

"'Pliers' can leave surveillance equipment in this room, so we'll get an alert if anyone sneaks in."

Joe Ga decisively nodded his agreement; as long as he wasn't forced to run, he didn't care.

'Spur's suggestion aligned perfectly with his own thinking. Passive waiting was no solution; they needed to draw the other party out and capture someone to interrogate.

'Aggressiveness'!

Compared to conservative security measures, this was the approach that matched Joe Ga's personality!