King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 425 - 410 Recruitment

Andy Brook, 38, a computer expert and a formidable electrical engineer. Continue your adventure at novelbuddy

Clive Robin, 44, a Doctor of Biochemistry, a chemistry professor at a public university in New York.

David Fagan, 46, a physicist, a Doctor of Mechanical Engineering, and also an amateur race-car driver.

When Joe Ga encountered these three men, they were confined in a room.

The 20-square-meter rough room contained three bedrolls, a corner toilet, and three food pans on the floor.

As Joe Ga approached the doorway, he nearly toppled over due to the stench emanating from inside.

The three men, who had not bathed in who knows how long, smelled of severe body odor. The odor drilled into his nostrils like a bit and headed straight for his brain, even giving Joe Ga a bit of a headache.

Looking at the three swollen-faced, beaten men who could hardly open their eyes, they turned towards Joe Ga...

Joe Ga glanced at the smiling Thompson and realized that this so-called ’jailbreak’ definitely wasn’t due to Thompson’s negligence, probably because he had been playing the good cop, while Karman was the natural bad cop.

Without letting these three guys suffer enough, the benevolence of the good cop would seem too cheap.

Joe Ga did want to emulate Liu Bei from "Three Kingdoms" by reprimanding Thompson to show his eagerness for talents, but the smell in the room was just too overwhelming. He could only wave his hand and say, "Let them out, let them go take a shower and change their clothes. What’s with that guy wetting himself?"

Dorian chuckled and said, "It was the Dragon Gecko that scared them. By the third time the Dragon Gecko caught them, it was already planning to kill them. If I hadn’t arrived just in time, these three fellows would have been dead."

Joe Ga nodded in sudden understanding, then gestured for Thompson to open the iron gate, saying, "Gentlemen, I’ll wait for you on the first floor. Give you, um, 30 minutes. Take a longer shower."

The three professional engineers and amateur killers, sensing that their fate had taken a turn, excitedly stood up and rushed to the restroom on the second floor.

Joe Ga didn’t have to wait long; the three engineers soon arrived on the first floor, all cleaned up.

Seeing the trio’s trembling demeanor, Joe Ga found it hard to associate them with the ’Engineer Assassins,’ who were feared both by the FBI and Interpol.

These were just three inconspicuous middle-class Americans, highly intelligent but virtually lambs to the slaughter in certain circumstances once their identities were revealed.

Joe Ga had been ready to act tough, to let them realize who exactly they had ended up with, then try to recruit them.

But seeing the three unlucky souls with heads swollen like pigs, he suddenly felt there was no fun in bullying them.

Better to think about how to deal with the CNN reporters soon to arrive in Central Africa.

Seeing one man continually sobbing and wiping his tears, Joe Ga reflected on Karman’s methods, then smilingly invited them to sit down and said, "I’ll cut to the chase. There’s no way I’m letting you go.

Now you have only two choices, either work for me or die.

I believe ’Pigeon’ has briefed you on the origin of the ’email files’ you copied. You should know what will happen if you go back to America.

Luckily, that thing has a shelf life of at most two years. Once the American elections are over, its potency will decrease significantly.

For the good of all of us, I’ve prepared a two-year contract for you.

All-inclusive annual salary of 30 thousand, working in Sangha Town, Central Africa, with ’Pigeon’ as your boss.

In two years, we’ll see about renewing the contract..."

As Joe Ga watched the three bewildered faces, he chuckled and added, "You could try to escape, but I can’t guarantee you’ll be lucky enough to survive next time."

The bald and somewhat stout Clive Robin, resembling Old Bai from ’The Poison Master,’ nervously said, "Sir, we need to contact our families; we’ve been missing for too long, and they will be worried."

Joe Ga nonchalantly pointed at Thompson and said, "That’s a question for your boss, not for me."

Then, changing his tone to a slightly stern one, Joe Ga continued, "Don’t try any tricks. The stupid things you’ve done have already put your families in danger.

And don’t think you can use the ’email’ as a bargaining chip to negotiate with me.

The ’Messenger’ from the Glorious Society who attacked the FBI New York Division with you was also caught by me, and I am currently on the same page with the ’main character’ of that email.

So, if this gets out, he won’t hold me accountable, but you and your families are definitely dead."

After waiting a few minutes, Joe Ga felt it was about time and stood up to speak to Thompson, "Get someone to sign a contract with them, how you use them is up to you."

Just as Joe Ga was about to leave, computer expert Andy Brook suddenly spoke loudly, "Sir, are you sure it’s only two years? What happens after two years then?"

Joe Ga scanned the three engineers, shook his head, and said, "Don’t act like you are being wronged; I’m paying you a salary.

If you perform poorly within two years, I wouldn’t want you guys even if you wished to stay.

Fellas, make no mistake, forgiving your malfeasance in New York is my generosity, letting you stay is actually saving your lives."

Having said that, Joe Ga straightened his suit and earnestly added, "Now you ought to sincerely say ’Thank you’ to me!"

.........

Jack Heinz landed in Los Angeles on a plane and then rode in a black sedan for several hours, eventually reaching a manor in Palm Bay.

When Jack was ushered into a meeting room by a butler, he found that three people were already seated inside.

One of them he had seen on a mission before, and he had left a very profound, bad impression!

Ignoring the greeting from that guy, Jack headed straight to a chair in the corner, sat down, and started observing the others around him.

The others were also observing Jack. The middle-aged White man who initially tried to greet Jack but got snubbed whispered under the inquiry of someone close by, "SEAL Team Six~"

The reputation of "SEAL Team Six" immediately caught the attention of everyone present. A Chechen with a thick beard and a middle-aged white man with a freckled horse face frowned at Jack, their faces filled with wariness.

The unusual atmosphere caused by Jack’s identity didn’t last long as Harlotte and an old man wearing a Jewish skullcap, accompanied by six bodyguards carrying large black briefcases, walked into the meeting room.

The old man wearing the Jewish skullcap seemed to know everyone in the room, and he cheerily handed out five folders to five people, then made a ’please’ gesture.

Frowning, Jack opened the folder and found a satellite overhead photo at the beginning.

It was a large military base, and the photo showed several propeller-driven fighter jets and helicopters on the base.

There were no armored vehicles or tanks, but there were many armed pickup trucks.

The base occupied a very large area and had extensive facilities.

Jack wouldn’t have believed it was a military base in Africa if he hadn’t turned to the second page and seen the detailed text.

P·B.

Upon seeing this name, Jack’s temples throbbed.

He had investigated the actions in Yonkers, New York, and the DEA’s contractor was P·B.

Looking up at the perpetually smiling Jewish old man, Jack said gravely, "You want me to attack a DEA contractor?"

The Jewish old man nonchalantly shook his head and said, "Jack, I was old friends with your father. If you deem it unnecessary, the door is right there."

As the Jewish old man watched Jack fall silent, he smiled and said, "This world is simple, especially for us mercenaries."

After speaking, the Jewish old man nodded to his bodyguards behind him, and then the bodyguards opened the cases they were holding.

Inside the large black briefcase was three million US dollars in cash, and there were six such cases.

Seeing this, everyone present began to breathe heavily. Harlotte stepped forward and said, "P·B, a powerful strike against the military contracting company—I need you to help me destroy it.

To support your movement, I will stage a coup in Central Africa.

Your mission is to enter the jungles of the Democratic Republic of Congo and gradually deplete P·B’s living force.

You are divided into five teams. I don’t care how many people each group has, I will pay each group three million US dollars, and the group that kills Hu Lang will get an additional three million.

The detailed operation plan is in your hands. You have ten minutes to decide. Don’t waste my time."

The middle-aged man whom Jack disliked was the first to close the folder and stood up saying, "I like this deal, and I like lawless places even more.

We, ’Trouble Maker,’ accept the mission."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man looked around at the others and grinned, "I’m ’Black Hand.’ I have twelve people experienced in jungle warfare under my command, and I hope we can work well together."

Seeing ’Black Hand’ take a stance, the man who had interacted with ’Black Hand’ also stood up and said, "We ’Lucky Thirteen’ accept too."

As the two declared their acceptance, the big-bearded man frowned and hesitated for a long while, his gaze shifting between the piles of cash and the folders. Finally, he nodded and said in a gruff husky voice, "We ’Highland Warriors’ accept too, but we require you to supply us with ground support as per our demands. I don’t want to have to find ways to smuggle the arms in myself."

After deliberating for a long time, the horse-faced middle-aged man also nodded and said, "We ’Ghost’ accept as well."

Then, giving the Chechen big beard a glance, he squeezed out a smile, "My code name is ’Jupiter.’ Hope we have a pleasant cooperation!"

Seeing four people had expressed their agreement, the Jewish old man turned his gaze to Jack and said, "Jack, have you made up your mind?"

Jack looked coldly at the Jewish old man and the others present. After a lengthy hesitation, he finally said, "When is the actual operation date? I need time to assemble my personnel."

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The Jewish old man kicked the box on the floor with his foot and then, smiling, said, "You can take half of the prepayment when you leave. We meet in Kinshasa, Democratic Republic of the Congo in 15 days.

Our people will provide you with weapons and boats to send you into the northern jungles.

Your initial task is to hold up P·B’s narcotics forces. When the coup we’ve instigated thoroughly destabilizes the situation in Central Africa, you find an opportunity to attack the base.

We will provide you with the best weapons and the strongest support. I believe you will not disappoint us."