King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1758: 1441: The Great Warlord Igor

Capítulo 1758: Chapter 1441: The Great Warlord Igor

Asma watched as the little boss in her house changed his boxers into a pair of camouflage military pants, then stood in front of the mirror with a serious face and tied a red headband around his forehead.

The little guy looked seriously at the dark chubby figure in the mirror, trying his best to pull off a dignified expression by pursing his lips…

After several attempts, a slightly dissatisfied Igor picked up a carbon pencil and drew a large scar on his cheek.

Igor, not very skilled at makeup, tried a few tis and then stuffed the carbon pencil into Asma’s hand, wrinkling his nose and saying, “Make it look scarier for …”

Asma, holding the carbon pencil, glanced at Karman beside her to make sure the old guy wasn’t reacting, then carefully added a centipede leg to the original scar…

Then, seeing Igor’s impatient expression, Asma gritted her teeth and quickly turned the clean scar into a centipede scar.

Seeing that Igor still seed dissatisfied, Asma tentatively pulled out a black eye patch, made a simple cut, and said, “How about trying this…”

Joe Ga arrived at the dog farm’s command center to find Dorian and the others already there…

Tony set up a rudintary command communication system inside a stinky tent, while Ayu carried an air conditioning unit under each arm, placing them outside the tent, and kept urging Ronnie to quickly connect the unit inside.

Dr. Bird, carrying a stethoscope, placed one end of it seriously on Asma’s chest, occasionally saying sothing that left Asma confused and flustered.

Joe Ga touched his chest, confird his heart was on the left side, then ignored Asma’s act of slyly pocketing Dr. Bird’s wallet.

Shaking his head, he walked over to Nis, kissed her under Monica’s resentful gaze, then looked at the equally annoyed Charlene and said, “Do I owe you money?”

While saying this, Joe Ga looked around and said, “Where’s Igor?”

Nis glanced at the depths of the tent, indicated with her chin, and smiled, saying, “Over there, Igor thinks he’s not fierce enough, so he’s asking Rhino to help him get a tattoo…”

“What a joke! Rhino uses human blood for tattoos, it’ll get infected…”

Saying this, Joe Ga strode over to Rhino’s side, watching the fearso, noseless brute holding a palette-like object, using a pen made of so unknown animal bone, dipping it into a pungent-slling paint to draw on Igor…

Seeing Igor’s skin trembling with itchiness, yet gritting his teeth and holding still, Joe Ga let out a long sigh.

It wasn’t a tattoo, but a totem painting.

And surprisingly, Rhino’s handiwork wasn’t bad; although Joe Ga didn’t understand art, it was obvious that Igor, covered in totems, looked quite intimidating.

After spending so much ti in Africa, Joe Ga didn’t oppose tattoos and the like. In the wild world, this thod of body art was a way of showcasing strength and intimidating opponents.

Why do people generally have respect for tattooed folks?

Because if soone can endure the pain of hundreds or thousands of needle pricks, it shows they’re tough on themselves and definitely not to be trifled with.

Igor’s current appearance, at the age of 5, certainly placed him among the most daunting of the lot.

Camouflage pants, red headband, Cyclops, large scar, along with the intimidating tattoos…

Igor seed quite pleased, but in Joe Ga’s eyes, this guy looked like a scar-faced Stallone working for South Arican traffickers, more like an enforcer than a boss.

But seeing the silly boy’s happy appearance, Joe Ga kicked him in the butt and then shook his head at Karman, saying, “What the hell did he paint on him, does it wash off easily?”

Karman slightly shook his head and said, “That’s a mix of witch dicine; if washed off, it loses its effect.

If painted once every six months, the dicine will remain effective on Igor…”

Joe Ga, being a victim of witch dicine himself, asked worriedly, “What effect does this witch dicine have?”

Karman shifted his gaze from Igor to the boss, saying, “You used this witch dicine when you subdued Arthur in Ndele.”

Joe Ga leaned closer to Igor and sniffed, catching a strange odor that was hard to describe. It wasn’t exactly stinky, but the scent felt like tiny needles stabbing his brain, making the hairs on the back of his hand stand on end.

“With this sll all over him, can he still socialize with people?”

Karman saw Rhino indicating that the painting was done, gestured for Boss Joe to move aside, and then pulled out a facewash bottle from his pocket. He squeezed out so oily substance, rubbed his hands together vigorously, and instantly a “stay away” kind of weird sll spread…

Karman applied the oil on Igor’s body; as the two slls mixed, they produced a scent similar to musk. Then quickly this scent began to dissipate…

As the scent spread, Joe Ga soon heard a strange ‘rustling’ sound from the ground, as several resilient insects erged from the gravel under the tent and quickly crawled through gaps at the tent’s base as if fleeing for their lives.

The tied-up snarling Springer in the corner also stopped baring its teeth at Igor; it whimpered as if pricked by a needle and tried to squeeze its body into the corner, attempting to avoid Igor’s gaze.

This effect was a bit too good…

Joe Ga said a bit enviously, “Can I do this too?”

Karman was stunned for a mont, then said, “You don’t have to, it’s too troubleso…”

After speaking, Karman hung a hunting knife on Igor’s waist, filling the gap in his weaponry, and then said with a smile, “All done…”

Igor, who was already impatient, roared and rushed to Springer’s face, grabbing the poor little dog and letting out a dragon’s roar that scared Springer so much that he peed on his own feet…

Watching Springer struggle a bit before resignedly sticking out his tongue to lick his hand, Igor cheered like he won a championship, raised his fist and jogged past his own dad, and quickly ran to Karman to celebrate with a high-five…

Joe Ga stretched out his hand to join in but seeing his son in such a state, he angrily slapped the little rascal and said displeasedly, “Isn’t there supposed to be a war? Hurry up, I’m very busy…”

Igor rubbed his head and glared at his dad, saying, “Cobra said they need to prepare a bit more…”

“Prepare what?”

While Joe Ga was feeling confused, a huge explosion was heard in the sky over the base…

Joe Ga rushed out of the tent to see four F-14 Tomcats loaded with ammunition circling over the base before turning east, heading towards Pakistan.

Each F-14 carried 2 short-range combat missiles, 2 dium-range air-to-air missiles, two Storm Shadows, and 8 Sword missiles…

“Are they insane? Who are they going to attack?”

Igor looked at his father with his neck stiff, proudly saying, “We found a large group of drug dealers, Cobra said I should wipe them all out…

Getting rid of them ans I get money.”

Joe Ga blinked as he looked at Dorian beside him, saying, “Which drug dealers deserve such a passionate welco?”

Dorian smacked his lips and smiled, saying, “Boss, the situation has changed…

The western battle dragged those tribal drug lords in, Musa Suleiman’s plan has stalled.

The drug interdiaries are stuck inside Pakistan, willing to spend money but not willing to send people into the west.

Musa Suleiman and Earl Lavey are now with those drug interdiaries, there’s a lot of cash there intended for paying rcenaries entering the west.”

Saying this, Dorian glanced at the serious-looking Igor and laughed, saying, “As long as we take them down, our young boss will be wealthy.

The place where the drug interdiaries are gathered now holds nearly $350 million in cash and approximately 2000 ard n.

Those funds were originally intended to buy drugs, now all turned into sponsorship for the western war.

Taking them out will allow the west to close the net!”

Joe Ga responded unhappily, “At least 200 million of that is the funds I provided for Musa Suleiman…”

Dorian shrugged and said, “Earl Lavey sent news, to attract investnt in the western war, Musa Suleiman negotiated with tribal drug lords, turned that 200 million in debt repaynt cash into funds for hiring rcenaries and buying weapons.

A large portion of this money was taken by Russia’s ‘Waris’, a Chechen rcenary group of nearly 4000 n is now entering Aqionghan from Turknistan, soon to intervene in the western war.

The intensity of warfare in Aqionghan’s west and south will rise quickly…

The young boss taking out the southern enemies will ease the pressure on ‘Qing Shan’!”

Joe Ga looked at Igor standing proudly with his belly out, staring at the sky, shaking his head and saying, “I’ve been in etings for days, what have I missed?”

Dorian playfully laughed and said, “Boss, you missed doing what you do best…”

Saying that, Dorian crouched down and wrapped his arm around Igor’s shoulder, smiling and saying, “But now we have Igor, he alone can handle all the enemies.

Boss, I swear, everyone works harder knowing they’re working for Igor!”

Joe Ga listened and saw mbers of the Bat Squad outside the tent in charge of security constantly looking his way, suddenly realized sothing, shakes his head with amusent, saying, “How co?

Eating from and drinking from isn’t enough, now they’re treating Igor like a long-term al ticket…”

Igor disliked his father’s perception of him, he punched his dad on the thigh, unhappily shouting, “I’m the best soldier, I will be the best troop leader…

I’m their boss, I’ll lead them to earn the honor that belongs to them!”