King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 392 - 378: Burning Money on a Deal

Joe Ga managed to secure the most lenient combat environment for P·B in America, but had he not been able to make Springblades himself, fighting this way would indeed be very costly.

A single Springblade 300 cost $20,000 to fire, and a six-round launcher equipped with a built-in signal amplifier and controller would cost $80,000.

The total price for one box would thus reach $200,000, while the explosive power of a single Springblade 300 might only be slightly greater than that of a hand grenade.

The enhanced version, Springblade 600, came in a box with only four rounds, but the total price was double.

Modern warfare in terms of "burning money" could be described as racing at a breakneck pace—let alone a mercenary group, even a nation would admit defeat if it couldn’t keep up.

It was only because Joe Ga himself could handle these technically sophisticated but small-quantity devices that he was able to spare his excellent soldiers from paying the ultimate price with their lives.

However, with the deepening of the battle in Central Africa and the massive consumption of munitions, Joe Ga had begun to get a feel for what "burning money" felt like.

There was a true story from the past: a drug lord in Colombia burned $500,000 in one night for warmth while being pursued.

Many people were astonished by the drug lord’s extravagance, but compared to the speed at which Joe Ga’s bank balance evaporated, half a million in one night was really nothing.

It hadn’t even been a month since Joe Ga left the Central African Base, and nearly $15 million had already been spent there.

Even though he had instructed them to slow down, the soldiers caught up in the heat of battle still erupted everywhere, playing hide and seek with those drug traffickers in the jungle.

The fully operational Super Albatross had one breakdown, and two Mi-24 ’Hinds’ were also grounded, just waiting for Joe Ga himself to come back and organize the parts for a major overhaul.

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After everything was sorted, if the market price was any reference, it was estimated that it would cost another $5 to 8 million.

Expecting his own team to operate like a regular army was putting an increasing burden on Joe Ga.

The gold mined from his gold mine was barely enough to maintain the base.

The Central African iron mine had yet to officially start producing, but the expenses for preliminary equipment and infrastructure could not be cut.

The Burundi copper mine, which he was co-funding with the mine bosses, was also in the preparatory phase, and it would be at least a year before he could see any return on investment.

He couldn’t touch the money in the Pirate Fund because the move to short the Australian Oil Company had already quietly commenced.

Joe Ga still had 100 cannons afloat at sea, and until these cannons landed, he could not count on the big returns.

Had it not been for a few immediate cash arms deals he made in Niger and Mali, and the arrival of fees for training the security team in Congo, he might really have had to take out loans to wage war.

For these reasons, Joe Ga was even more concerned about the current treasury; capturing it would ease his financial anxiety.

Joe Ga waited until everyone was almost ready, glanced at the time, and said with a smile, "Let’s go, once we take down this treasury, I’ll give each of you a $10,000 bonus."

’Spur’ picked up his helmet and put it on his head, laughing as he said, "Boss, I don’t need the money. Let me enjoy the ’Vanguard’ treatment too. I want to comfort a startled starlet. Shit, I’ve seen one of those ’Vanguard’ chicks on TV before."

As ’Spur’ proudly extended his middle finger toward Sanderson, he boasted, "This bastard has been bragging for four hours, but he’s never gotten to the crucial part. I want to experience it myself..."

Joe Ga laughed heartily as he walked out, saying, "Spur, I’ll give you a chance to reconsider. Have you gathered enough for next year’s alimony yet?"

’Spur’ hesitated, and amidst the strange cries of a few others, grumpily changed the subject, "Let’s talk about something else, shit, suddenly I feel women aren’t that big a deal..."

"Click"

’Hemostatic Forceps’ disdainfully racked the slide of an M4 automatic shotgun with a stern look, briefly scanning ’Spur’ from top to bottom, cursed "Idiot," then followed Joe Ga’s steps.

Seeing ’Spur’ subdued by the intimidating presence of the scar-faced ’Hemostat’ and not immediately firing back, a sympathizing ’Tailor’ Waters patted him on the shoulder as he passed by and said, "Don’t feel down, I knew a poor dude who was divorced four times, and before getting blown up in Aqionghan, he still owed alimony to four ex-wives. Sooner or later, your ex-wife will find a man willing to marry her, and then you could save half the expenses."

’Kitten,’ known for her fiery demeanor, was very dissatisfied with the topic these men were discussing. Draped in a cape designed to counteract thermal detection, she flipped off the group of men, saying, "You idiots..."

After finishing, ’Kitten’ patted King Kong on the arm, adding, "I think all women should take a page out of your book."

’Spur’ watched as Kitten and King Kong strode out of the room. He spread his hands and asked, "What’s with King Kong?"

Nis smiled tolerantly and replied, "King Kong tore her ex-husband in half and then killed his whole family. Actually, your ex-wife isn’t that bad..."

’Spur’ gazed at the impressive figure of King Kong and incredulously asked, "Are you joking?"

Nis pondered for a moment, seeming to realize that using Ayu as the representative image for P·B’s females was indeed problematic, so she nodded and admitted, "Sorry, I really was joking."

’Spur’ watched as teams A and C left. With a slightly stiff neck, he looked at his fellow Team B members and remarked, "Do you guys think the boss-lady was joking?"

’Orange Cat’ and ’Dart’ exchanged glances, then touched their necks and said, "I don’t know, but I just felt a chill down my spine. I think King Kong is capable of doing such a thing, but I just can’t picture what her ex-husband might have looked like? Even LeBron James looks smaller standing beside King Kong."

......

At exactly 1:00 AM, Joe Ga’s Team A punctually cut through the perimeter chain-link fence of the warehouse and entered the warehouse district from a construction site on the east side.

Although it was called a warehouse district, there were actually only four large concrete warehouses, while the remaining space was filled with empty shipping containers.

Entering from the east, Joe Ga and his men needed to trek through the container area to reach their true target location.

In Pasadena, the night visibility was fairly decent under the starlight, which slightly compromised Joe Ga’s team’s advantage in night combat.

This time, ’Vanguard’ took the lead, followed by "Tailor", ’Hemostatic Forceps’ in the middle, Joe Ga fourth, and ’King Kong’ bringing up the rear.

The five men formed a line, moving forward at a rapid, tightly-knit pace.

The enemies seemed unaware of the impending attack, and with the guidance of drones overhead, Joe Ga and his team quickly crossed the container area to their predetermined attack position.

Of the four warehouses, only one had lights on. According to the intelligence obtained by the FBI from the money counter, they had been busy counting and packing the money over the past few days.

Joe Ga flipped open the cover of his tactical smartphone on his wrist, took a quick glance, then peeked his head out for a comparison before pressed his communicator and whispered, "Team A is in position."

Soon, the voices of others came through the communication channel...

"Team B is in position!"

"Team C is in position!"

"Iron Shovel, Potato is in position!"

The suppressed laughter that Lao Niu’s voice brought to the channel made Joe Ga shake his head reluctantly, then he glanced at his wristwatch tucked inside his wrist and said, "Attack begins in 5 minutes. Team A, front door; Team B, back door; Team C, covering.

Spare none except the money counters."

"Copy that!"

"Copy that!"

"Potato, Iron Shovel copy..."

Hearing Tony’s voice in the channel almost made Joe Ga burst out laughing.

Suppressing a chuckle with a couple of "hmph" noises, Joe Ga told the few men in front, "There are six mercenaries at the gate, with positions spread wide. We are 50 meters from the warehouse now, and it’s impossible to approach them undetected.

We have two machine guns. King Kong, Tailor, stay back to cover us. We’ll hit from the flank. Once we’ve seized control of the gate, you follow."

As he spoke, Joe Ga glanced at the M4 shotgun in ’Hemostatic Forceps’’s hands and said, "This gun’s accuracy isn’t sufficient, you take the inside line, and use grenades to blast them."

’Hemostatic Forceps’ had worked with Sanderson many times but it was her first time cooperating directly with the boss.

Feeling slighted, ’Hemostatic Forceps’ rolled her dead fish eyes and said discontentedly, "Sir, I am a professional..."

Joe Ga suddenly remembered how effortlessly this female magnate had passed her underwater training as if it were as simple as eating and drinking. He nodded and said, "OK, then you still take the inside line."

Having said that, Joe Ga patted Ayu on the back, walked back about ten meters with Sanderson and ’Hemostatic Forceps’, then shifted to a shipping container corridor 30 meters to the flank of their original position.

After Joe Ga got into position and waited for two minutes, he said through the communicator, "Begin~"

As soon as Joe Ga’s words fell, power to the warehouse was cut.

The sudden darkness sent the mercenaries at the gate into a momentary panic, and then several heavily tattooed Mexican gunmen emerged, escorting a guy in a floral shirt, shouting loudly.

Meanwhile, Joe Ga’s trio spread out, taking advantage of the darkness to advance to a point 30 meters from the gate.

Seeing a few mercenaries trying to get in their vehicle to turn on the headlights for illumination, Joe Ga decisively pulled the trigger.

"Rat-tat, rat-tat, rat-tat..."

Joe Ga did not opt for precise single shots, but instead chose quick suppression fire. Your journey continues at novelbuddy

After taking down three enemies in quick succession, the mercenaries began to return fire.

With poor visibility, the mercenaries yelled for everyone to find cover.

Before they could get a proper fix on Joe Ga’s position, they had to hoist their guns over their heads or prop them on the engines of vehicles and fire wildly based on instinct.

The bullets flying wildly seemed perilous, but lacked any real precision.

Meanwhile, ’Hemostatic Forceps’, who had been tasked with taking the interior route, rushed to a position close to the warehouse’s outer wall.

As Sanderson fired to draw the enemy fire away from the boss, ’Hemostatic Forceps’, with the least pressure, pulled out a grenade and hurled it toward the vehicles 20 meters away as soon as she pressed herself against the wall.

Then this fierce ’big sister’ raised her M4 and kept pulling the trigger, taking down several gunmen in the open space in front of the warehouse entrance.

The moment she ran out of shotgun shells, ’Hemostatic Forceps’ let go of the M4, quickly drew her pistol, and while hugging the wall, she moved forward and fired simultaneously.

"Pop pop pop pop pop..."