King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1016: 907: The Situation

Chapter 1016: Chapter 907: The Situation

The commotion caused by a group of children almost made Joe laugh his teeth out.

His estate was undoubtedly the most sci-fi-like place in Africa…

In the yard stood the ‘Beech,’ the rooftop was equipped with close-in weapon systems, and weapon stations were mounted on the walls…

Yet such an advanced war fortress couldn’t intimidate people; to get the locals to take dicine, they had to let the ‘Witch’ lead the team.

Joe Ga couldn’t stop smiling all the way, but once he entered the estate, he couldn’t help asking Qiao Liang…

“Where is Aunt Yang staying now?

I’d like to talk to her, first to thank her for the care she has given you and our parents, and secondly to discuss you and Tong Tong.”

Qiao Liang, hearing this, didn’t hesitate at all and said openly, “Aunt Yang is with the dical team. Today, they went to a steel mill community up north to treat the locals, and they’ll return tonight.

Brother, Aunt Yang and Uncle Tong have been really good to !

My matters are basically settled; it’s just the ceremony that’s left.

But what about you? My sister-in-law is due in just a few months—why haven’t you held a wedding ceremony?

She’s such a great person. You weren’t even around and she managed such a big enterprise for you. She’s even been dealing with so many issues in the south…”

As they entered the estate, Joe Ga saw Nis waiting by the main house. He waved with a smile and then playfully tapped Qiao Liang on the head, saying with a grin, “Just mind your own business; I’ll figure my stuff out myself.

What your sister-in-law cares about isn’t a ceremony; the things she wants are beyond what most people can understand…”

Then Joe Ga quickened his steps, draped an arm around Nis’s shoulder, and walked into the house with a laugh. “I saw Tong Tong and the others down there. Is handling those little rascals all by yourself super tiring?”

Nis replied curiously, “They spend all their ti coming up with fun. Why would I be tired?”

Joe Ga was montarily speechless, then nodded with a chuckle. “Fair enough…”

Looking at the large gathering of won in the living room, Joe Ga rubbed his temples and said with mild irritation, “At this rate, my place will turn into so Silken Cave.

Why are those two Dubai Princesses still living here? Don’t tell Sayyid couldn’t even afford to build them a house?”

Nis nonchalantly laughed and said, “Sayyid gave the money and entrusted to find a place for them. I figured we have the space here, so why build sothing extra?”

As Nis pulled Joe Ga through the living room and out to the veranda in the backyard…

Nis pressed Joe Ga into a chair, then picked up a tray and headed to the edge of the small garden by the veranda. She picked a few tomatoes from their vines, rinsed them briefly, and placed them in front of Joe Ga.

Watching the Boss Joe happily pop tomato after tomato into his mouth, Nis turned away to prepare a pot of tea. She returned and sat beside him.

Joe Ga, sensing Nis had sothing to say, quickly finished the juicy tomatoes, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and let out a contented sigh as he leaned back in the chair, propping his feet on the veranda railing. “You’ve worked hard…”

Nis placed her hands lightly on her stomach and shook her head slightly, “It wasn’t doing the work. I only gave the order to fight; that’s not hard at all.”

Speaking with a slightly flat tone, Nis continued, “The Congo’s internal strife is escalating. Yakoma not only faced a virus outbreak, but fierce battles erupted in the area as well. We’ve suffered significant losses.

Niger and Mali, harassed by terrorists, are repeatedly calling for aid. We’ve sent people over, but to cover them, we’ve consud a substantial amount of fighter resources.

If the Congo’s conflict doesn’t end, your joint air force program can’t move forward.”

Joe Ga paused for a mont, curious. “Is Yakoma’s situation really that bad?

Even the Jungle Veterans, along with the Anteaters and Night Tigers, can’t settle it?”

Nis slightly shook her head. “The enemy has too many n; they’re impossible to kill them all.

Disturbances have spread from South Kivu Province to other inland regions, and the rebels have multiplied suddenly.

Soone has supplied the rebels with weapons, along with a large quantity of drugs and narcotics.

So of these people, even after being shot several tis, can still charge into battle. The Congolese Defense Forces in Yakoma were so frightened that they fled.

If it weren’t for our patrol teams and the commissioned squadrons helping, Yakoma might’ve been destroyed.”

Hearing this, a strange suspicion rose in Joe Ga’s mind…

P.B. had no competition in Central Afrika, yet now the enemy was supporting rebels with both weapons and narcotics—all for those hybrid coca plants…

Tying this chaos with the unrest in Congo, Joe Ga imdiately sensed the involvent of the English.

It wasn’t just armored groups and pharmaceutical companies—the intelligence agencies must be participating too.

Otherwise, given the conditions in Congo, even with President Kabila seeking re-election, the worst that could happen would be so unrest in Kinshasa.

After all, in most other places, the locals simply don’t care who’s president.

But now, unrest was spreading across the majority of Congo. If this wasn’t orchestrated by soone, Joe Ga thought he might as well toss his brain away.

Joe Ga thought for a mont, then smiled and said, “North Kivu Province hasn’t fallen into chaos, which shows the control there is solid; no external forces can intervene there.

At its core, the problem is the Congo’s weak fists. The 500 soldiers we trained for them are far from enough.”

Then, looking at Nis, he asked, “How many n have we lost near Yakoma?”

Nis’s expression darkened slightly as she replied, “Over a dozen Anteaters, and another ten-plus dead or injured among the patrol team and commissioned squadron personnel.

They’ve never faced opponents like these—madn created with drugs and narcotics.

It wasn’t until so other special forces teams returned recently that the situation finally stabilized completely.

We’ve been waiting for you to co back…”

Joe Ga understood what Nis ant. Without the boss present, P.B.’s operations felt awkward.

Due to banking stock interests, Congo’s high-level officials were on the sa side as Joe Boss.

But that didn’t an they were willing to cooperate with Nis to take action.

President Kabila was ambitious, aiming to secure re-election. He had even arranged his own opposition candidate, hoping for a smooth path, but soone poured cold water all over his plans.

The plan to consolidate South Kivu Province was sabotaged, and then turmoil began spreading outward, with South Kivu at the epicenter.

Africa’s political systems were too fragile, still following a path laid by the colonizers, making it hard for them to break free from these shackles.

Any opportunist could disrupt Congo with promises of sufficient benefits and international dia support, leading them into devastating war and turmoil.

France was currently overwheld with its own issues and was unlikely to interfere in Congo’s affairs.

This left only England as the most likely suspect!

Kabila—what bad luck…

The man had just seen the North Kivu Province model succeed, yielding massive returns in just over six months.

This ti, he ant well, essentially replicating the North Kivu model by inviting South Kivu’s warlords to negotiate, but nothing went according to his script.

Kabila was under imnse pressure now. Losing the presidency wouldn’t just an losing local gains in Congo; it would also an handing over the custom-tailored Congo Governnt Fund by Gami to the next president.

That, for him, was absolutely unacceptable!

Kabila wanted to handle the problem himself, which is why he hadn’t formally called on Joe Boss for help yet.

Instead, his subordinates kept trying to hint at P.B. to expand the patrol range of the Congo River Patrol Team.

Now that Joe Boss was back from the Middle East, and considering the trouble Yakoma had caused P.B., the ti had co for Kabila to step forward to clarify responsibilities and obligations moving forward.

Glancing at Nis’s sowhat frosty expression, Joe Ga brushed his hand over her cheek and said, “I’m back, and I’ll handle these affairs.

When you’re free, go stroll around Sangha Town. Let people here know that P.B.’s prince is about to be born.”

As he spoke, Joe Ga suddenly thought of the ‘Professor.’ With a sigh, he said, “I promised the ‘Professor’ I’d accompany him back to Seville. Did he leave early?”

Nis nodded and said, “Our original arms trafficking route through Kenya encountered so issues.

The ‘Professor,’ seeing you weren’t around, decided to return to Seville early and used Yuginebert Company’s resources to establish a new route through Kinshasa.

Since the French didn’t make a move this ti, everything went relatively smoothly.”

Nis, seeing Joe Ga’s regretful expression, smiled and said, “You don’t need to feel guilty; this was the ‘Professor’s’ own decision.

I also had Thompson send the ‘Engineer’ to Seville.

They had major gains in Russia, not only acquiring ample funds but also expanding their personnel.

The ‘Professor’s’ classmate is running for president in Seville, and this is a critical period.

If you were to go, it’d likely result in bloodshed, which could trigger backlash from the Seville governnt.

It’s better to let the ‘Engineer’ handle things, eliminating the ‘Professor’s’ competitors one by one.

Once these people are gone, everyone will understand exactly who the ‘Professor’ is.”

Joe Ga nodded slightly. “That works too. When there’s ti later, we’ll visit Seville together.”

Thinking aloud, Joe Ga took out his phone, hesitating for a mont, and asked, “What went wrong on the Kenya side?”

Nis pulled out a notebook, flipped through it, and said, “Kenya’s Minister of Defense is under investigation, causing our shipnts to be repeatedly held up at customs. Each ti, Lawyer Jori Amon has to handle it to get the goods released.”

Frowning, Joe Ga asked, “What’s wrong with those people in Kenya?”

Nis shook her head, “I’m not sure…

Previously, since the ‘Professor’ had secured a new route with better efficiency, I didn’t pay much attention. Besides, your investnts in Kenya aren’t that significant.

For Kenya’s issues, you might want to talk to Jori Amon.

He’s permanently stationed near the African Union Headquarters in Addis Ababa and has considerable expertise on African political matters.”

Joe Ga neither agreed nor disagreed, shaking his head, then zood in on the map on his phone, studying it carefully while muttering, “I feel like I’ve forgotten sothing…”