King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

The encounter of Rabbit Squad left Joe Ga feeling a bit uneasy...

Fortunately, 'Bai Xiong' had not suffered a fatal injury. The bullet, after hitting the bulletproof vest and losing momentum, had shredded a section of his intestines.

The medic, Bird, had been nearby and the rescue was extremely timely. This guy was urgently sent to Monaco for treatment, and his life was definitely saved. Whether he could return to the battlefield would depend on whether his will was strong enough.

There's no way to tell with these things. Some people who had trained for ten years thought they were invincible, but after being stabbed on the street, they would start trembling at the sight of a knife.

War is really the same thing; sometimes it truly comes down to a fear of dying.

You would never know how afraid of death you really are until you try!

At this moment, the benefits that Boss Qiao gained by breaking through the limits of life and death with his diving training became apparent.

Not only was he more cold-blooded in combat, but he truly was not afraid of death itself. When he was fully focussed in battle, he was stronger than the vast majority of people.

Reflecting on his own experiences, Joe Ga returned to the temporary camp and actively sought out Solon for a discussion.

"What's diving training?"

After all, Solon was no longer active duty and had been out of the service for some years; he wasn't very familiar with high-end stuff like diving training.

Joe Ga thought for a moment, organized his words, and said, "I've gone through diving training, and the results were really good.

I can't exactly describe how good, but at a minimum, it can help a person maintain focus even when disadvantaged.

I've hired a diving instructor who specializes in training the Italian Special Forces and a medical team from Sardinia.

I originally prepared a 15-day training course as a reward for the soldiers who passed the assessment...

Apart from the first three days of diving training, whether to participate in the remainder is voluntary.

Now, I can extend the training to 37 days, which is the standard training schedule.

I'll have all of Rabbit Squad participate, and if they don't pass, I won't take them to Iraq.

Either you talk to your old boss about replacing them, or I will arrange for them to go to Sangha Town to participate in the drug war.

The security battles in Iraq are not only dangerous but can also be seen as a depletion of humanity, because their upbringing sometimes doesn't allow them to make 'safe choices'.

But drug enforcement is different. According to our understanding, drug enforcement is like waging war against the devil, so it might be better for them there."

Upon hearing this, Solon frowned and said, "Boss, do you not have faith in them?"

Joe Ga grabbed a drink, took a sip, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I'm not sure how to describe it, but I feel like they lack a sense of honor in working for me.

Because I'm a mercenary leader, what I do naturally seems illegal in the eyes of these soldiers."

As Joe Ga watched Solon open his mouth to speak, he waved his hand and said, "Don't talk, I'm not accusing anything, it's actually a good thing they feel this way.

It's normal they stand on a different ground from me; otherwise, if a bunch of top soldiers I've managed to train ran off with me, wouldn't I be offending people?

I was a bit too hasty before, and I was trying to help them based on what I thought, but you saw the results.

Actually, sending them out was for them to gain some worldliness, and now that they've seen blood, we'll start from diving training...

As long as they pass, they'll fly to Iraq, but if they don't, then they'll go to Sangha Town to fight drug traffickers, and I've also got special forces from around the world on rotations there to train with them.

They're all smart, so they will eventually identify their weaknesses and draw sufficient nourishment from other teams."

Solon understood Joe Ga's concerns. His words might sound harsh, but he always left some leeway when it came to actions.

His old boss had sent over a bunch of greenhorns, not the real killers used to the battlegrounds of the Southwest and Northwest; this had its reasons.

Training a soldier from Rabbit Squad was not easy, and if a few of them died, it would look bad for everyone.

And deep down, Joe Ga really wanted to offer help and deepen the connection without making things worse through mishandling.

Solon might look rough, but he was a real old hand. After hearing Joe Ga's speech, he turned and walked out the door to make a phone call...

Joe Ga looked at Lao Niu, who was completely puzzled, and shook his head disdainfully, saying, "Tell me, what else can you do besides leaking secrets to those kids?

Why did you let them compete with those old mass murderers?

They're all soldiers; does comparing training scores really solve anything?

Now, great, you've got their heads hot, and there's more hardship awaiting them."

Lao Niu was somewhat remorseful as he patted his bald head, saying, "How was I supposed to know those kids were so impulsive?

It's my fault, boss. Don't worry, from here on out I won't reveal a single word to them."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga laughed and said, "No, don't do that. Talk to him about the diving training, exaggerate its difficulty, and entice him to take up the full challenge.

I can't bring over the SEALs' underwater demolition training, so I have to make do with Italian diving training.

But you've seen my situation; them participating will definitely be beneficial!

Always having them risk their lives, I can't bear it in my heart, you know?"

At this point, Lao Niu also realized something was off; he looked at Joe Ga and said, "Boss, are you... that thing...?"

"Which thing?"

Old Niu stretched out his hand toward the sky and said, "Are you a bit dissatisfied with them?"

Joe Ga shook his head and said, "What could I be dissatisfied about? The sixth batch of 400 Blue Sword 7s were sent to Seville, and after a month, they'll be delivered to Iraq along with 8 Gazelles that have already been paid for.

This is the 'tuition fee,' but I feel guilty taking this money!"

While saying this, Joe Ga looked at Old Niu, who seemed hesitant to speak, and said with a smile, "Buddy, the old home is sponsoring so much, they can't just be doing it to train Rabbit Squad.

I probably know what they want, but I guess they are too embarrassed to say it, so I need to be proactive, voice some complaints, and then let them come up with a solution.

If they don't offer one, I'll treat Rabbit Squad like princes and princesses, piling up training resources on them, turning them into kings of soldiers."

Old Niu was displeased when he heard this and said while rubbing his bald head, "Boss, that's not right. Are you saying that if they don't make additional requests, you're going to hang those kids out to dry?"

After hearing this, Joe Ga looked disdainfully at the single-minded Old Niu and cursed, "You know shit!

I can't just take money for nothing; otherwise, what would I become?

If they don't make demands, I'll just integrate all the available training resources within my reach and earnestly create a global training base.

Just like Hunter School, we'll enroll students from all over the world and let them send people over for training, at the end of which we'll use drug traffickers or other targets for their assessment."

Old Niu truly didn't understand this, but he knew how to do the math.

400 missiles, 8 Gazelles; that must cost at least 2000 US dollars. Such a big move, just for training Rabbit Squad, really doesn't seem reasonable.

Looking at the boss's confident demeanor, Old Niu, annoyed, wiped the sweat from his face and said, "Then tell me, what exactly do they want?"

Joe Ga looked at Solon, who walked in with a gloomy face, smiled, and said, "See, here he comes."

Old Niu, completely puzzled, said to Solon, "What's coming? What are you talking about?"

Solon, looking at Joe Ga's smiling face, paced anxiously in the tent for a few rounds, and finally, somewhat helplessly, approached Joe Ga and said, "Boss, I asked the old leadership, and he says soldiers should follow orders.

If you think Rabbit Squad is not effective, he can arrange for more experienced teams to come over..."

Joe Ga looked at Solon's shit-eating expression and said with a laugh, "Solon, you need to speak clearly.

If I nod and then you say something else, it's not going to end well."

After hearing this, Solon, frustrated, slapped his thigh and, with a sigh, said, "My old leader said he understands your difficulties, so he can arrange a three-man command team and another squad to assist in the command..."

While saying this, Solon looked at Joe Ga's half-smiling expression and hurriedly continued, "But he also said that the team could be entirely under P·B's command."

Joe Ga turned to glance at Old Niu, who was about to jump to his feet, and said with a smile, "See, I was right, wasn't I?

Those little rabbits are just pathfinders, waiting here for me!"

Old Niu, somewhat angrily, looked at Solon and said, "What does this mean? So if the little rabbits don't obey, we need to arrange for someone who can make them obey?

Then who will they actually be listening to?"

While saying this, Old Niu glanced at Joe Ga and called out to Solon, "Old squad leader, we're not ungrateful, but this shit's not right."

Seeing Solon's helpless expression, Joe Ga shook his head with a laugh and said, "Why be angry? This is a good thing...

It isn't convenient for me to contact them directly, and even less so for them to contact me, a mercenary leader. Otherwise, if my stance wavers, the strategy for Iraq's oil fields could face setbacks.

The other side are sensible people; we are just adapting to each other."

Having said that, Joe Ga looked at Solon and Old Niu who still hadn't grasped the situation and said with a laugh, "You old soldiers are all well and good, but you don't know how to complain. Encountering trouble and just buckling down to find a solution isn't good. You have to speak up.

If you don't bring up issues, how can others help you?

I agreed to help with training, but from the beginning, I hadn't taken into account the endurance and adaptability of those soldiers traveling from afar, and these greenhorns are really too green.

I was a bit puzzled at first, but after I received the call from Seville, I began to figure it out.

There are some things they're too embarrassed to do directly, so they're waiting for me to bring them up!

Now it's great—they've sent a group of people who can die without me being responsible, and they'll even help handle other issues. It's certain they won't want money. How great is that?"

Upon hearing this, Old Niu said incredulously, "Boss, can you really agree to this?"

Joe Ga tapped Old Niu and said with a laugh, "You're such a fool. Don't you know Zahovic from Tubruq? He's a bona fide Sevillian major, coming here for a polish and experience. When he goes back, he'll be up for a promotion, a raise, a house, a car.

If I can use Zahovic, why can't I use people from the old home?

Soon the Germans will come too, saying it's a partnership, but it's just them coming to work as cattle here for experience.

There are no secrets in P·B; half my technicians in the command center were dug up from the CIA.

We're doing everything aboveboard; we aren't afraid of scrutiny. Anyone who wants to understand P·B in-depth can send someone over. As long as they're obedient, can fight, and aren't fussy, I don't mind.

It's just people from the old home that are a bit special, so they need delicate handling.

Let's take it slow; I'm in no hurry, after all. It's the folks from Rabbit Squad who will bear the brunt.

To be honest, I would rather set up a training base and then start an exchange program. P·B can train its own soldiers within the system, but we're still a bit short on training officers...

There could be exchanges, you know..."