King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1713: 1399: Negotiation (Part 2)

Capítulo 1713: Chapter 1399: Negotiation (Part 2)

A convoy of P.B left the base and headed for a remote small town north of Kandahar…

The Taliban, even with the guarantee of Al Sani from Qatar, did not have the courage to go to the Kandahar Air Force Base to et with Boss Joe.

In the end, it was Boss Joe who made a concession, providing Al Sani with enough room for negotiation, facilitating this eting.

In charge of escorting Boss Joe were Bat Team One and Two, along with the Tajik Squad…

After the convoy stopped, Dorian, who was sitting in the passenger seat, got out and opened the car door, saying to Boss Joe, who was bending down to get out, “Boss, these people just love playing tricks…”

Joe Ga got out of the car and saw a dozen corpses wrapped in white cloth laid out at the foot of a small hill. He casually patted Dorian on the arm and said with a smile, “They are ‘protesting.’ As the party gaining advantage, we should understand them.”

As he spoke, Joe Ga bypassed the dozen corpses on the ground and t the Taliban leader Ahong Zhalisi under a rudintary canopy on a small hill, an old man who seed quite amiable…

Having endured nearly twenty years of dia attacks, the image of the Taliban in most people’s minds is that of ‘bandits’…

In fact, besides this old man Ahong Zhalisi, the other Taliban leaders under the canopy indeed looked like bandits.

Traditional clothing, headscarves, big beards, fierce eyes, AKs, and RPGs—these elents combined make it hard to associate them with words like ‘kindness.’

As Joe Ga was about to step into the canopy, he was stopped by a young Taliban mber. This guy had patchy facial hair and was sowhat handso, and to Boss Joe, he even bore a slight resemblance to his idol, Guevara…

Seeing the young man extend his hand, Boss Joe glanced at the two bodyguards next to him, who were like peacocks displaying feathers, each carrying five RPGs. He shook his head and chuckled, extending his own hand to the other, saying, “I am Hu Lang…”

The young man’s eyes were unusually clear. He held Boss Joe’s hand, looked into his eyes, and said, “I am Mohamd Yakub. Your n have given a hard ti, and those corpses below are all my subordinates…”

Joe Ga smiled regrettably, patted Yakub on the arm, and said, “I’m sorry for your loss, but I won’t say sorry. I believe if you are a competent commander, then you should know the reason.”

Saying this, Joe Ga turned away from Jacob, whose expression was slightly stiff, and without waiting for an invitation, he went to the amiable old man under the canopy, sat down, picked up a simple teapot himself, and poured a cup of tea, taking a sip…

The bitter tea made Joe Ga a bit uncomfortable. He barely swallowed the tea, looked at the old man before him, and said, “You invited , and I’ve co…”

Ahong Zhalisi looked at Boss Joe, a slight smile on his face, and said, “I hesitated after receiving your invitation, and now finally it’s an opportunity. I would like to hear your opinion…”

At this mont, whoever makes the first demand falls behind…

Joe Ga sneered, shaking his head, and said, “I have no opinions; I am satisfied with the current situation.

I have a smooth supply line in my hand, I have control over the Kandahar City Hall, and tens of thousands of Kandahar people are depending on for their livelihoods.

Oh, and I have encircled a group of soldiers who maliciously attacked …”

Ahong Zhalisi gestured to those beside him not to get agitated, glanced at the glaring Yakub, and said to Joe Ga, “Jacob is very young. He has no malice towards P.B.; his target is Kandahar, which originally belongs to us Aqionghan people…”

Joe Ga shook his head and said, “Firing rockets at my base is certainly not an act of goodwill. As the chief officer of a military base, it is difficult for to tolerate organizations with unclear intentions holding heavy weapons that threaten around the base.”

Ahong Zhalisi was taken aback by Joe Ga’s words and solemnly said, “As a foreigner, you bring soldiers and heavy weapons to our territory…”

Joe Ga waved his hand to interrupt the other’s words and said, “If you didn’t make feel threatened, how would I use these weapons.

I am commissioned by the United Nations Office for the Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs to investigate and monitor the human rights situation in Aqionghan.

At the sa ti, the United Nations Office on Drugs and Cri has commissioned P.B. to investigate and control drug trafficking in the Golden Crescent Area.

These of course do not have mandatory force, but P.B. is recognized by the current Aqionghan governnt as an international organization, aning that my actions in Aqionghan are legal.

I am protecting myself while protecting those unard civilians…

As far as I know, since the NATO withdrawal plan was established, nearly 600,000 people within Aqionghan have fled to Pakistan. Why do you think they would rather abandon their hos and beco refugees?”

Ahong Zhalisi was silent for a few seconds, and then said solemnly, “The international community misunderstands us. Arica has been distorting our image for decades, filling people with prejudice and accusations against us.

We need to change this situation, to let people see what the real Taliban is like.”

Joe Ga grinned, revealing a smile, and said, “I can pretend not to know about your internal power struggles, pretend not to know that the warlord politics of Aqionghan leads to uncommunicated decrees.

I try to convince myself to believe you truly have the determination to change Aqionghan, so what happened?

Attacking P.B. doesn’t help with what you said. In fact, at this stage, I am the most important person to you…

Because Arica has frozen the 7 billion US dollars originally used to aid Aqionghan, and now this money is in my hands!

I do not doubt your ability to take over all of Aqionghan, but if you are sane, you should know that I am the key to feeding the Aqionghan people in the coming years.

Because most of your food relies on the outside world, but after NATO withdraws, you wouldn’t even have money to buy grain.”

Saying this, Joe Ga turned to look at the livid Jacob, pointed at his nose, and said with a smile, “Look at , I am Hu Lang, I am the contracted collaborator with the Humanitarian Coordination Office.

This ans that even if you can persuade the international community to provide food aid, in the end, it needs to be transported through .

What you need to do now is not to review why you lost but to first say ‘sorry’ to , then you can consider other issues.

I am your savior, and you need to face with the utmost respect because you can’t beat around Kandahar…

Most importantly, I don’t need anything from you at all!

Now, you should first apologize to , otherwise, I won’t listen to anything your leader says next…”