King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 515 - 496 What on earth did you intercept?

Antar’s words made Joe Ga tense up...

He already knew the enemy was formidable, but he hadn’t expected them to be this formidable!

A troop of two hundred was already considered a significant warlord force in Liberia; their weapons were incredibly advanced.

Thinking about the trouble he had gotten himself into, Joe Ga shot a curious fellow, creating a fatal opportunity for Kitten and then decisively moved to the southern battle position of the main house, picking up the infrared binoculars to take a look...

"Spurs, Orange Cat, can you take aim at them?"

Spurs, shouldering the ’Javelin,’ tried and said, "Boss, they’re more than 3 kilometers away from us, out of range..."

"Shit~"

Joe Ga cursed and said, "Antar, we brought 600 Springblades, we need to take out those terrifying-looking cars."

"Understood, boss..."

Just as Antar responded, Joe Ga suddenly said, "No, get ready but don’t rush to fire, I see Dragon Gecko..."

Despite the three-kilometer distance, Joe Ga couldn’t possibly see Karman’s face, but he was all too familiar with the old guy’s moves.

In Joe Ga’s view, a short, even slightly hunched figure followed behind a terrorist, and as he passed by the rocket launcher vehicle, he deftly stretched out his hand and attached a Broad Sword on the inside of the vehicle’s rear hood...

From a distance, it looked quite comical because the terrorist ’leading the way’ didn’t seem to realize that someone was following him.

As they circled past the rocket launcher vehicle and into the blind spot, Karman’s knife plunged into his back, and then gently helped him sit down next to the wheel...

Having done everything, Karman took advantage of the cover of the night to dart into a shallow ditch beside him, slithering like a snake for nearly 50 meters before standing up and disappearing behind the chaotic rocks.

The new convoy leader spoke with the people who had arrived before for a few minutes, and as he was about to wave his hand to signal the rocket launcher into position, a strange explosion occurred at the rear of the vehicle...

A loud ’boom’...

A shower of fragments erupted, and at the same time, those spare rockets that had already been armed with detonators and poorly protected also detonated in sympathy, causing a series of explosions and even greater casualties.

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A huge yet scattered cloud of thick smoke surged into the sky, rendering four of the six new vehicles useless without firing a single shot—only a pickup with quadruple machine guns and one with a strange cannon survived, and even they were immobilized.

The most interesting part was that they seemed not to realize it was a deliberate act and thought it was an accident instead.

Because a guy was thunderously directing his men to rush in, trying to salvage what was inside the vehicles.

The explosion gave both sides a long breather...

Joe Ga gestured for the Seville veteran to keep an eye on the enemy’s position, then turned to sit down below the parapet, taking out his phone to call Eric downstairs...

These people were too fierce; Joe Ga needed to know why they were so reckless...

Terrorists aren’t afraid of death, but they don’t just throw their lives away without reason; there must be something here they needed.

The moment the call connected, Joe Ga said, "Come up here and take a look, do you have something the terrorists need?"

Eric, at the other end of the line, paused for a moment, agreed, and hung up; soon, he was crouching his way upstairs.

Seeing the guy clad in a bulletproof vest with helmet, elbow, and knee pads, Joe Ga contemptuously shook his head and said, "Buddy, you’re not going into battle..."

Eric sat next to Joe Ga, saying helplessly, "The noise just now was terrifying; I feel more secure wearing these."

While speaking, Eric frowned, looked at Joe Ga, and asked, "Boss, what did you just say? We have something the terrorists absolutely need?"

Joe Ga handed the binoculars to Eric, pointing in their direction, and said, "Take a look for yourself. If terrorists are besieging the embassy, then we here are the terrorists’ SEALs.

What have we done to deserve them coming at us like this?"

Eric, looking puzzled, took the binoculars and looked through them for a while, then sat back nervously and said, "Hu Lang, it looks like they have a cannon..."

Joe Ga replied irritably, "I know they’ve got a cannon, what I want to know is why they’re dragging out the cannon to deal with you?

What exactly have you done in Benghazi?"

After musing for a while, Eric said, "My mission here was to collect information on the black market arms and try to intercept them. Enjoy new adventures from novelbuddy

After Gaddafi’s fall, the weapons from his stockpile massively flowed into the black market; those anti-aircraft missiles and anti-tank missiles are very dangerous.

Of course, you know my main goal was to collect evidence against my predecessor and to trace the whereabouts of the dangerous goods’ nuclear materials."

With that, Eric added with a troubled look, "I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, so why are they fixated on me?"

Joe Ga frowned and said, "Think again, did you miss something?"

After a long thought with his eyes closed, Eric took out the radio and said, "York, have we made progress on the dangerous goods interception project recently?"

The voice on the radio, York, paused for a moment before saying, "Sir, we intercepted a bunch of ’Needle Missiles’ and a batch of chemical materials the day before yesterday. What’s the problem?"

"Chemical materials?"

"Yes, twelve barrels of chemical materials marked as renovation materials. But the guy we dealt with said those things are very precious, so we didn’t dare to open them ourselves and are waiting for a chemical expert to come over."

Eric exchanged a look with Joe Ga, then with an uneasy expression, said, "Shit, is that even possible? What a coincidence?"

Joe Ga glared and said, "What the hell does your so-called ’interception’ involve?"

Eric shrugged and said, "Of course, it’s spending money to buy the dangerous goods off the black market; that’s better than letting them fall into the hands of terrorists, right?

You wouldn’t believe it if I told you, but they were asking just $2500 for Russian-made Needle Missiles.

York developed an informant, and then the informant found us a seller. We’ve destroyed 60 sets of ’Javelin’ air defense missiles in total."

After hearing this, Joe Ga said incredulously, "So, because the guy thought your money was easy to earn, he sold you the hazardous chemicals?"

Eric wasn’t very committed to these missions. He picked up the radio and said, "York, do you know the identity of the seller?"

York replied sullenly, "My informant told me he’s the son of a Chieftain from the south in ’Jhalu’. I don’t know the specifics; the informant wouldn’t tell me..."

As soon as Joe Ga heard mention of ’Jhalu’, he pressed the communicator and said, "Medic Bird, go find York. He’ll show you a photo, see if you can identify the person on it..."

Joe Ga bumped Eric with his elbow and said, "There must be a video of your transaction. Have York cooperate with Medic Bird; he spent a year in Jhalu."

Eric quickly gave orders to York and then curiously said, "Medic Bird? The medic? How does he..."

Joe Ga spoke heavily, "He is from Delta Force. He was sold to the Base Organization by Harlotte as if he was livestock and was imprisoned in ’Jhalu’.

Shit, that might be a significant stronghold for the Base Organization, and you at the CIA don’t fucking know anything?"

Listened to this, Eric helplessly shook his head and said, "How long have I been here? I’ve handpicked everyone here.

Plus, the handover documents from my predecessor had issues; I’m certain there was no mention of ’Jhalu’."

Looking at Joe Ga, Eric continued, "All that guy did was conceal key information. Shit, is Harlotte connected to the Base Organization?"

Joe Ga spread his hands and said, "How the fuck would I know? But Harlotte is a son of a bitch; whatever crime you can think of, just pin it on him. You won’t be wrong!"

As Joe Ga was speaking, Medic Bird suddenly said over the channel, "This person is Faisal. He’s the youngest son of Salim, the number two figure of the Libyan Base Organization. The guy is gay, so he’s often abused by his father and brother."

Joe Ga added, smacking his lips, "So is it possible that, to gather funds to escape, this guy secretly sold off something important belonging to his old man?

Selling it to you, his old man would never trace it back. Am I right?"

As he spoke, Joe Ga stroked his chin, "But what exactly are those chemical materials?"

Medic Bird said somberly over the communicator, "The Base Organization is expanding rapidly in Libya.

When I was in prison, I heard rumors that they took advantage of the chaos in Libya to occupy a secret arsenal, getting their hands on Gaddafi’s stored chemical weapon materials..."

"Oh, shit..."

Joe Ga, upon hearing this, grabbed Eric by the neck and said, "Where are those things? Don’t tell me they’re right under our asses..."

Eric was also panicked now. He pointed at Spurs and said, "They accompanied York on the deal, and they stored the items."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga yelled at Spurs, "Spurs, where did you put the chemical materials you brought back the day before yesterday?"

Spurs paused, then pointed toward the small lake to the north, saying, "I didn’t know what that stuff was, but to be safe, I dumped it into the lake, right under that little dock."

Joe Ga had just breathed a sigh of relief when Antar shouted, "Boss, I don’t know what they’re up to, but I have a bad feeling..."

Joe Ga immediately picked up the binoculars and looked over. The clarity of the infrared observation wasn’t good, but he still saw several guys holding something like an RPG climb up a small slope.

"No way, an RPG can’t shoot that far..."

Before Joe Ga could finish, he saw those people place the items in their hands on the ground, spaced two meters apart, and the guys behind actually lit a torch...

"No way?"

Joe Ga suddenly realized that the enemies intended to use a primitive method to launch rockets. Before, he wouldn’t have cared because there would be zero accuracy, but now with suspected ’chemical weapons’ in the lake behind them, he couldn’t afford not to be tense...

"Antar, launch the Springblade, blast them, blast them..."

As he spoke, Joe Ga, clutching Eric, said, "See if the ambassador is dead. If he’s still alive, offer ’Triple Tian Peng’ extra money to bring the person over...

The situation has changed now. As long as the ambassador is alive, with chemical weapons as a bargaining chip, you’ll get more when you resign after earning a merit!

FUCK, here they come, everyone pay attention, rocket incoming..."