King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1704: 1392: A Leader's Responsibility Is to Clean Up

Capítulo 1704: Chapter 1392: A Leader’s Responsibility Is to Clean Up the ss_2

‘Radar’ instantly rembered the look on his face and that of his comrades in the Rabbit Squad when they first confronted a human bomb, equally distraught, taking a long ti to adjust.

‘Monkey’ glanced at the similarly silent ‘Radar’, patted ‘Donkey’ on the back and said, “Co on, cheer up, once we get back to Kandahar, I’ll take you guys to find a pool to practice in.

Six weeks of diving training, once you get through it, everything’s fine!”

‘Donkey’, upon hearing this, instinctively said, “I can dive…”

‘Monkey’ shook his head with a smile, “I know you can, but our diving training isn’t about teaching you how to dive, it’s about showing you what death feels like, and then teaching you to overco your fear of death…”

‘Radar’ watched ‘Donkey’ foolishly nodding to ‘Monkey’s invitation, he shook his head with a bitter smile, and said, “I’ve ‘died’ several tis in Liberia, I’m not participating…”

The machine gunner of Night Tiger, ‘Buffalo’, wrapped an arm around ‘Radar’s shoulder, walking and laughing, “Kid, the SEAL Team Six goes through underwater demolition training every few years, you guys should get into that habit too…”

‘Radar’, a bit frustrated, said, “I’ve never heard that P.B requires regular diving training…”

‘Buffalo’ burst out laughing, “All of P.B’s special forces are old-tirs, can’t handle too much anymore, but you guys are different, you guys are young…”

‘Radar’ noticed that ‘Donkey’s attention was diverted, and he curiously looked over at himself, he let out a bitter laugh…

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‘Keeper’ led the Tiger Claw Squad through a similar situation…

Five teammates set up a makeshift position on a small hill, bombarding the forward unit of the freight battalion with mortars, then fiercely exchanging fire with nearly 500 terrorist fighters.

Big Beak Bird Number Two was responsible for covering the flank of the Tiger Fang Squad, taking out batch after batch of terrorists attempting to outflank.

Then, after securing progress around the valley, a Su-27 entered, dropping two cluster bombs.

However, this ‘Bully Number One’ didn’t seem satisfied, as the ground enemies had dispersed after the battle started, and the two cluster bombs hadn’t completely wiped them out…

So ‘Bully Number One’ adopted a truly domineering approach, circling in the air using the mountain top where Tiger Claw Squad was as the center point, dropping eight 250-kilogram ‘Flying Sword Missiles’…

For those unaware, it might’ve seed like a clumsy pilot was attacking the mountain position, frightening the Tiger Claw Squad at the center of the battlefield.

When the two Su-27s t in the air, tangled with JF-17s dispatched by the Pakistani side for a few rounds, covering the two Big Beak Birds for a retreat, Tiger Claw Squad collectively let out a sigh of relief…

‘Keeper’ looked at the smoke-filled hills around him, silently mumbled ‘no way’, then glanced at his sowhat dazed comrades…

“Command, Tiger Claw Squad has completed the mission, requesting extraction…”

“Command received, Tiger Claw Squad, pull back from the battlefield, head to the truck location, and wait for Night Tiger and Tiger Fang for rendezvous…”

‘Keeper’ let out a sigh, saying, “Our inflatable boat is still on the river, what do we do with it?”

“Your call, if you can’t take it, blow it up…”

‘Keeper’ looked at his sowhat stunned comrades, gritted his teeth, and kicked forward with a big foot, shouting, “All of you, get the hell up, follow , let’s get the inflatable to the highway…”

A Tajik soldier froze for a mont and said, “Huh? Drag the boat to the highway?”

‘Keeper’ grinned and said, “No kidding, that thing starts at a quote of a million, it’d be such a waste to lose it.

Co on, let’s get moving, plant charges to destroy the mortar position, move out in pairs for guard duty.

We’ve won, but can’t guarantee the enemy doesn’t have any lucky survivors…

Move, move…”

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While the special forces were in action, Joe Boss was being bombarded with calls all the way to Quetta…

Since the Super Albatross technically still belonged to the United State Army, the first to call and complain were a few Pentagon logistics officials he’d previously known…

They sold out Joe Boss without any pressure, and after a stream of complaints, calls ca in from the Pakistani military.

Joe Boss couldn’t understand what they were saying, responding with ‘uh-huhs’…

Finally, it was soone from the United Nations Office on Drugs and Cri, specifically the head of the departnt pushing P.B into Aqionghan, dragging the most familiar person to Joe Boss, Jemma Alexander from the Office for Humanitarian Coordination, to call…

“Hu Lang, what’s happening, Pakistan’s UN representative is protesting…”

Joe Ga stood at the entrance of a hotel in Quetta, felt the muddled air, and with a smile said, “Our people were tracking a gang of drug dealers and accidentally entered Pakistan, they didn’t exactly draw a border line, I just found out our people are fighting in Pakistan…

But that’s not important, what’s important is that our people discovered the other side was trading weapons and a large number of trafficked Aqionghan won.

There are more Aqionghan won in their camp used as tools for venting desires…

You know the character of P.B soldiers, how could they turn a blind eye to that?

As a UN-employed humanitarian contractor for Aqionghan, our responsibility isn’t just to combat drug cri, but also to protect the abused Aqionghan won.

Jemma, you understand , I can’t just sit and watch my guys fight alone, so there was a bit of a reactive response, everyone can surely understand …

If Pakistan insists on holding accountable, I’m ready to go to the dia and explain in detail what happened at the scene.

I’ll accept whatever compensation they demand, but they need to explain why such lawlessness is occurring in Pakistan…”

On the other end, Jemma let out a mild cough…

Joe Ga instantly grasped the hint, and loudly said, “I suggest the United Nations arrange for officials from the Won’s and Children’s Fund to co to Quetta, Pakistan, to honor participants related to the operation…

Our people cooperated with Pakistan to take down a brutal group of terrorists and rescued dozens of trafficked won.

This is a great victory for human rights, and Pakistan has shown a strong willingness to counter-terrorism and a humanitarian spirit.

As the boss of P.B, soone with a sense of responsibility, the manager of the Kandahar military base, I’m very willing to work closely with Pakistan to effectively counter terrorist organizations active on the Aba Border under their leadership…”

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Far away in the United Nations building in New York, Jemma Alexander watched the expression on the face of the nearby Pakistani representative switch between outrage and as pleased as if basking in sunshine multiple tis, ultimately offering a smile and extending a hand to the head of the Drugs and Cri Office…

Jemma turned and rubbed the corner of her mouth a few tis, making an effort to maintain a steady voice…

“I’ll check flights first, and get back to you shortly…”

“No need, I have a private jet in New York, once arrangents are made just call Monica, this is a trendous victory for won’s rights.

We need to publicize this, to send a powerful warning to those bastards profiting from won’s trafficking…

We need to tell the world that Pakistan is a responsible country, they fully demonstrated humanitarian spirit and generosity in this incident…

We need to tell the world, everyone has been misunderstood about Pakistan, it’s not perfect, but its leaders are working hard to change the situation…”

Jemma slyly glanced at the Pakistani representative, picked up the phone to cancel the speaker, and quietly said sideways, “That should be about enough…”

“Is that enough? Then that’s good!

Please let them know for , my people are making their way to Quetta by road, make sure they don’t get in the way…”