King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 665 - 631: The Oligarch’s Covetousness

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The sudden outbreak of war left Joe Ga somewhat infuriated...

He was sufficiently prepared, but the hurry and commotion still annoyed him.

The unexpected actions of ISIS definitely weren't without reason. Without accurate intelligence, diving headfirst into the situation could easily lead to trouble.

However, once the arrow is on the bowstring, you have to shoot. Joe Ga called Aaron that night, arranging to meet in Baghdad.

This time P·B's primary duty in Iraq wasn't to fight, but they needed enough intelligence to spend that 800 million US dollars more effectively.

Those giant corporations could muster thousands of soldiers at any time. If they deployed in the wrong place, that money would be wasted.

Chris had already deeply infiltrated his intelligence network into Iraq, but Joe Ga trusted Aaron, the two-faced fellow, even more.

Hampering ISIS also aligned with Aaron's interests. The guy wouldn't have the slightest psychological hurdle in betraying ISIS.

But over the phone, Aaron threw a dampener on Joe Ga's plans by telling him that an arms dealer from Azerbaijan had provided ISIS in Syria with a batch of weapons and ammunition, which had already made their way into Mosul.

Coupled with the sudden outbreak of war, it seemed like a trap was set to lure P·B in and take them down.

Joe Ga believed P·B wasn't significant enough to be deliberately targeted, but reality was right there.

Tubruq had just stabilized, and many things were still unconsolidated. The Iraq situation could have been delayed, but now, ISIS's terrorist attacks forced Joe Ga to enter the fray...

No matter how he looked at it, Joe Ga felt that someone was targeting him!

Combining the information provided by Haftar and the intelligence from Aaron, Joe Ga had a sneaking suspicion that the real target was Liberia, not Iraq...

Because the interests involved in Iraq were too great, anyone who stuck their neck out at this time would get hammered by the big players.

Tubruq was different. England and France had withdrawn, leaving only P·B to support the area. In the current situation with al-Qaeda lurking next door, there were plenty of loopholes to exploit.

If P·B's staff left in Tubruq didn't have strong organizational skills, any unforeseen incidents could potentially affect the docks and refineries.

After hanging up the phone, Joe Ga locked himself in a dark room and muttered to himself, "People from Great Russia? Oligarchs? Have I offended them?"

The core personnel of P·B and Tubruq had been in the conference room for nearly two hours before Boss Joe finally attended the meeting.

No one knew why Boss Joe looked so grave, but as he shared his speculations and concerns, everyone instinctively went on alert.

Tubruq, as P·B's largest profit point outside Central Africa, must not be lost!

With Chris, the intelligence go-between, in Iraq, there was no need for Thompson, the intelligence officer, to go over. He had to stay in Tubruq to handle all kinds of messy affairs.

Zahovic, as the commander, needed to raise the readiness level to the highest. Even if Tubruq was lost, the docks and refineries absolutely couldn't encounter any issues.

Hasan, representing the locals, had to expand the security line, not overlooking any suspicious area.

The participating Old Chen was terrified...

The Tubruq refinery was restarting, and a large number of workers had just settled in. If the millions of dollars invested went down the drain, as the person in charge, he'd be in big trouble. If there were casualties, he might take the blame.

Then Old Chen made a distress call back to China, and soon a three-person command team along with a 12-man elite squad, entered Liberia through the Egypt border and rushed to Tubruq.

The next morning, Joe Ga saw the 15 newcomers and then realized these were the people arranged by the old 'Rabbits.' They had already been on standby in Egypt.

After meeting with them, Joe Ga assigned their three-person command team to Zahovic, while the twelve soldiers, with coldness in their eyes, were simply sent to the refinery dormitories to be in charge of security there.

The command team consisted of two men and one woman, codenamed 'Rooster,' 'Hen,' and 'Three Yellow Chickens.'

They were briefed by their superiors on the situation in Tubruq and P·B's expected interactions, but the reality left them slightly bewildered...

The complex composition of P·B's Tubruq headquarters was astonishing...

Zahovic was mentioned in the intelligence reports as a decorated major from Seville, but at this moment, he appeared to be P·B's backbone, seemingly willing to go through fire and water for P·B.

The high-tech electronic equipment in the headquarters, left behind by the American and French teams, was being handled by half Seville officers and the other half by technically skilled operatives from CIA America.

Although presented as former intelligence agents, CIA's Africa handler Frester was sitting right there.

Far from hiding it, Frester openly used CIA resources to merge the obtained intelligence with that of P·B's, then everyone took what they needed.

A France Security agent known as 'Fly,' despite being injured and dragging a leg, insisted on setting up a desk inside P·B's headquarters, as if he was ready to switch sides at any moment.

Someone codenamed 'Pigeon,' named Thompson, seemed like a middle-aged, tired man who had endured many years of 996 work culture and was still holding on, was actually the de facto manager of the headquarters.

Watching Thompson casually use a CIA computer for data searches, with the French agent 'Fly' wheeling beside him, voicing opinions, this setup bewildered the three-person command group.

However, being rigorously trained and highly intelligent, they found themselves ignored and naturally lowered their stance, joining the group as assistants.

If not witnessed firsthand, they would have never imagined that fully half of the renowned CIA's work involved drafting funding requests.

An intelligence report riddled with words like 'possibly' and 'probably' was likely to be accompanied by a funding request, stating who to bribe or develop as an informant for accurate intelligence.

'Rooster,' 'Hen,' and 'Three Yellow Chickens' were witnessing for the first time the extent to which 'public resources could be used for private purposes.'

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The people from France Security's Libya intelligence station, as well as the spies from England's intelligence department, would come by to visit from time to time. They would go out with their own intelligence funds to feast lavishly, then the two sides would exchange valuable information before heading home to report back.

The people of the Three Chickens Command Group simply couldn't imagine that the head of the CIA's Africa intelligence station was Joe Ga's man.

Isa, the field operations head of England's intelligence department, was halfway under Joe Ga's thumb.

As for France's 'Fly', let's not even bring that up. This guy had picked up a big bomb in Monaco, and to soothe him, the head of their security department transferred him to Africa to become the head of the intelligence station there.

When a newcomer arrives, wanting to make a mark, of course, they look for a stronghold to cling to, and Tubruq's P·B is just the right thigh because there are many peers to network with here.

At the moment, everyone's main target was focused on al-Qaeda, so by sharing information with each other, it was easy for them to meet their KPIs.

The various intelligence funds they applied for would be skimmed by Thompson by 20%, as compensation for providing exchange venues and protection.

As a big shot in the intelligence bureau, Thompson knew all too well how the world of intelligence worked.

In any place, 'bribery' will always be the most practical and mainstream method.

It's just that doing it on your own burns Joe Ga's money, but when you get the intelligence departments of America, England, and France involved, it's the big guys of the P5 who are footing the bill.

And they don't care about that, because what they want are results, they want outcomes!

'Rooster', a part of Three Chickens, after witnessing the lavishness of the CIA, pinched the card in his pocket with hundreds of thousands on it and shook his head in dismay...

Then, the guy's face lit up with a smile again as he took out the fine tea he brought from home, distributed it to everyone, and then started befriending Zahovic...

His mission wasn't in intelligence work, so there was no need to make himself uncomfortable.

But Thompson wasn't about to let them sit idle; according to the boss's orders, he was to 'make full use of resources'.

'Rooster' became the observer for the newcomers, monitoring and recording the training and exercise performances of the newcomers. He would later become Thompson's assistant, responsible for handling internal task distribution for P·B.

'Hen' and 'Three Yellow Chickens' became the logistics officers in Tubruq, needing to record all remaining arms and munitions and then reorganizing and integrating them to maximize their efficiency.

P·B had always been lacking such people, but now that free labor had come knocking, they had to be worked to the bone, and upon completion, they would still owe a 'thank you'.

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Eastern Europe Azerbaijan!

Harlotte sat in the living room of a luxurious villa...

This guy had been tossed around by Joe Ga and was now sporting a cast on one leg, six of his ten fingers were broken, and now only his thumbs and index fingers were of any use – the rest were all bound with splints; he looked as pitiful as one could be.

Sitting opposite him was Sergey Protosen from the independent Russian energy company, Novatek Group.

Seeing Sergey constantly looking at his phone, Harlotte shook his head slightly and said, "Stop looking. As long as Hu Lang isn't dead, you'll never get a hand on Tubruq.

It's time you made up your mind. Iraq and ISIS have declared war. According to my intelligence, Hu Lang is a key figure who must make an appearance.

Once he's completed his preparations in Baghdad, he'll definitely head to the southern part of Mosul in Gaiyara to establish a logistics base.

I can provide detailed intel, as long as you can manage the interception on the road. With Russia's influence on the National Army, you'll be able to replace Hu Lang and take control of Tubruq.

The situation there has basically stabilized; the Chinese have taken the lead in restarting the refinery. Once Hu Lang is dead, you can also talk to them."

Sergey looked at Harlotte warily and said, "Why must I do everything? You have detailed intel, why don't you act yourself?

I know you have connections with some American military contracting companies; why not simply have them take action?

Killing one man — can't you manage that?"

Harlotte, pointing to his injured leg, said, "I indeed can't do it. I can get some people to provide me with intelligence, but I can't get them to take action for me.

If I were to make that request, they might even betray me."

Harlotte, observing the serious expression on Sergey's face, said with a smile, "You influence Great Russian Airlines to stop supplying P·B, and then you arrange for ISIS to receive weapons, thinking that creating obstacles for Hu Lang will get him to negotiate with you?

Buddy, look at what happened to me – you're already Hu Lang's enemy. Isn't it too late for you to want out now?

Mate, we're in the same boat. As soon as Hu Lang dies, you'll get what you want.

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Do you know how much money Tubruq is making a day now?"

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While Harlotte was talking to Sergey, from a mountain far outside the luxurious villa...

'Iceman' put down the binoculars and picked up the radio to say, "Jack, the villa's defenses are too tight, I can't find a suitable angle for the shot.

Retreat, we'll find another opportunity..."

As 'Iceman' spoke, he took out his phone and sent a message...