King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1242: 1081: You Have No Objections, Right2

Chapter 1242: Chapter 1081: You Have No Objections, Right_2

The Italian Chiell was purely caught in a disaster by hanging out with Noto. He lanted, “Sir, I can get two planes, but they can’t stay for too long.”

Joe Ga nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this. He himself had three C-130s, the ‘Professor’ could get two more, his mother’s house had a Yun-8 in Djibouti, and there were 8 helicopters on the two 071 ships. With so much air power, it should be enough.

Seeing Noto and Chiell looking helpless, Joe Ga waved his hand and said, “You have one week. I want to see the transport planes parked at Djibouti’s airport.

Guys, this is a battle we can’t lose. Anything you sacrifice now will pay off handsoly after the war ends.

The Synthetic Battalion is the star. As long as we play our part well, you’ll have enough bragging rights for the rest of your life!”

After saying this, Joe Ga didn’t bother with these guys anymore. He found a few veterans from Seville who were in charge of managing the Synthetic Battalion and chatted with them a bit.

These Seville veterans, who had been following Boss Joe the earliest, had completely regained their forr state.

From initially training Xiao Hei, they gradually transitioned towards frontline command, becoming a backbone force among the new recruits’ base-level commanders.

Joe Ga trusted these people because more than half of them had brought their families to Sangha Town. Why they did this was because they believed in Boss Joe’s vision.

This loyalty and trust, born from shared beliefs, were firr than any relationship.

After inquiring about the new recruits’ status and receiving satisfactory answers, Joe Ga simply chatted with so seemingly honest South Arican soldiers. He asked Dorian to have the logistics people supply them with more cigarettes and other goods, which was t with cheers. After that, Joe Ga left the chaotic defense exhibition…

…………

In the conference room of a luxury hotel in downtown Djibouti…

‘Ching Shan’ sat at the edge of the conference room with his team, coldly watching these people clash like fishwives over so minor issue. He didn’t even know what he was feeling…

Ever since he arrived in Liberia, everything had felt unreal from day one!

While ‘Ching Shan’ was in a daze, a young man beside him nudged him and said, “Boss, should we do sothing? Otherwise, don’t you think we look a bit unsociable?”

‘Ching Shan’ glared at his subordinate who seed to be getting led astray and scolded, “Nonsense…”

After saying this, ‘Ching Shan’ looked at the chaotic scene, shook his head, and said, “Why are these people so unprofessional?”

A bunch of NATO country major generals, each with their own assistants, were arguing in the conference room.

The French Major General, pouting, was hurling insults at the British Major General, who gracefully adjusted his bald head and politely ntioned the French Major General’s mother.

The representative sent by Arica, who was part of the Pentagon Brotherhood, was Christopher Donahue, the general who led the final phase of the Mosul battle.

This guy had actually already been promoted to lieutenant general, but due to the Yen conflict, his promotion ceremony was postponed.

Donahue wasn’t in a good mood because he didn’t co here voluntarily. So forces within the Pentagon had pushed him to co here.

Soone hinted to him during his journey here that Yen contained many Arican-made weapons, and his task was to utilize his good relationship with Hu Lang to make everyone stay silent about those things that shouldn’t be there.

Donahue was utterly incredulous upon getting this hint. So of the high-standing figures in the Pentagon still thought Hu Lang was working with the Brotherhood…

They didn’t realize that a bunch of low-ranking officers without any backing had improved their lives within a reasonable and lawful frawork thanks to Boss Joe.

Those insatiable guys hadn’t even considered the Brotherhood, and now they wanted him to co and clean up Yen.

If anything went wrong, Donahue would take the fall. His unconfird general star and future prospects were the chips those high-standing figures used to control him.

Fuming, Donahue quickly clashed with the Russian Major General because the handso Russian Major General was cynically watching the NATO mber countries argue, his mouth full of filth.

Then insults in various national tongues began to fly around the conference room…

The intelligence officer Bayar quietly sat in a corner with a stack of intelligence information. Watching the chaotic scene, he casually said to his bespectacled companion next to him, “Make a note, the Brits don’t want to get involved in the Yen war, the Russians are eager to participate, the French just want to do business, and the Aricans are forced into it…”

His bespectacled assistant was taken aback and asked, “What about the Italians?”

Bayar paused for a mont and replied, “Them? I don’t even know why they’re here…”

After Bayar finished speaking, a slender brunette woman nearby chuckled and said, “They’re here to flatter Hu Lang because the Greeks’ Crete Island plan was approved.

The Greeks received a stable supply of low-cost crude oil, and Greek shipping stocks have risen 17% over the past three months. The Italians want in too…”

Bayar was montarily bewildered, then he looked at the brunette woman and laughed, “The FBI is even concerned about this?”

The brunette woman shrugged and said, “Taking over the undercover mission for PB was the worst decision of my life. Rather than being treated as a corporate slave, I think I should put my strengths to good use…

You’ve seen my résumé, I graduated top of my class from the Harvard Finance Departnt. I want to recomnd myself to the boss to do sothing more aningful, so I’m paying attention to so additional matters…”

Bayar didn’t think much of the brunette woman’s approach. Just as he shook his head and was about to say sothing, the conference room door was pushed open…

Joe Ga walked into the conference room. Seeing the chaotic scene, he nodded at Bayar, then walked up to the head of the conference table. After glancing around, he took the file Bayar handed him at the right mont and slamd it on the table…

“Bang”

“Gentlen, settle down and listen to for a mont…

If you’d look at the information my intelligence officer has prepared for you, you’d know we’re facing a damn war!

Don’t be blinded by dia reports. The terrorists across the sea are nurous, and they have advanced weapons in their hands…

As the person responsible for the Yen conflict, I need your full cooperation; if you don’t agree, I’ll kick you out.

SO, now I’m the boss…

You have no objections, right!”