King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1813 1493: Doing the Opposite

Boss Joe ran into trouble...

Dorian imdiately gathered 'Spur,' 'Orange Cat,' 'Blow Dart,' and so mbers of the Fallen Angels Squad who had withdrawn after Boss Joe's incident with the National Guard in Oregon State.

It was then that Dorian realized his boss didn't have many available people in Arica, because all mobile personnel like Jack Heinz had been sent to Kosovo to assist the boss's friends in battling warlords and gangs there.

It was too late to temporarily transfer special forces from other places, so retired HRT and SWAT soldiers, who never quite fit with P.B's style, were called in.

This group consists of top experts who have fought alongside Boss Joe, but due to their persistent lack of aggression matching Joe's pace, they've been placed in the most suitable roles.

They are responsible for eting the security needs of top tycoons and, during downti, assisting the Judicial Departnt with hostage safety, fugitive recovery, and prisoner transfers.

Of course, these services co with a fee...

The fees for businesses cooperating with the Judicial Departnt are very modest, but this ensures that both sides maintain efficient collaboration and communication.

'Orange Cat' suffered irreparable injuries during the Oregon State incident; his lungs were pierced by a bullet. Though he was saved, he can no longer perform rigorous opposition tasks.

The man is now the training camp supervisor at the farm, specializing in training Russia's retired special forces soldiers to adapt to new combat standards and honing their security skills.

Upon hearing the news, 'Orange Cat' quickly joined his companions, enthusiastically rushing to the cafeteria...

In the past, 'Orange Cat' was a vigorous man in his thirties, but now due to decreased physical activity, he has beco a strong, stout old white man.

Dorian looked at the slightly smaller ballistic vest due to 'Orange Cat's weight and couldn't help but give him a playful hug, laughingly asking, "Brother, can you still manage a run?"

'Orange Cat' greeted Boss Joe, then patted his belly forcefully, saying, "It's hard for to climb stairs now, but I can still drive and shoot..."

As he spoke, 'Orange Cat' looked at Boss Joe and said, "Boss, you can't leave behind, I haven't been on a proper task for almost three years, but I feel I'm still in good shape..."

Joe Ga glanced at 'Spur' and 'Blow Dart' nodding slightly beside him, and he smiled, nodding and saying, "Then you can be my driver. Can you fit your backside into the driver's seat?"

'Orange Cat' grinned happily, saying, "Of course, an Arican without a car is like having no legs, I'm just a bit chubby, my legs can surely work!

I'll bring my baby over right away, I promise you'll love her..."

Excitedly, 'Orange Cat' spoke a bit faster, 'Spur' watched him run out of the cafeteria, shrugged towards Boss Joe, and said, "Boss, 'Orange Cat' has married twice in the last two years, the outcos weren't great, but at least his state has recovered.

At first, he just wanted to die, but later he didn't want to die anymore, he just replaced all the shooting targets at the training camp with his ex-wives..."

Joe Ga listened, his expression a bit complex, saying, "Getting divorced twice in Arica is a more extre form of self-destruction than hanging oneself.

But those who can endure it are real heroes...

It's a miracle that this guy didn't go bankrupt!"

'Spur' exchanged a look with 'Blow Dart' beside him, laughingly saying, "'Orange Cat' had nothing when he got married, he donated all his assets to the farm.

Miss Monica arranged a small farmhouse for him, unlimited beer, a permanently free cafeteria, along with a monthly pension trust..."

'Spur' said disgruntledly, rubbing his nose, "Damn it, if I had joined P.B before my divorce, my life now would be much better.

With professional assistance, the outco of the divorce could be completely different!"

Joe Ga disdainfully gave 'Spur' the middle finger, then looked at 'Blow Dart' beside him, saying, "Brother, you're a native, now an Indian Consortium is targeting , any suggestions?"

'Blow Dart' hesitated a mont, saying, "It depends on their intentions.

If they choose revenge, the only thing we can do is make them calm down first.

However, the modern Indian Consortium is no longer the simple tribal system it used to be, maybe hiring a skilled lawyer to negotiate might solve the issue.

The internal power struggle within the tribes is also fierce; as long as they understand revenge will cost them more, they can beco polite."

With that, 'Blow Dart' watched Joe Ga take out his phone, smiling and saying, "Boss, let find you a persuasive native lawyer...

Only natives can truly understand the thoughts of those Chieftains who still maintain tribal habits, and only soone with native blood can convince those short-sighted individuals to seriously consider your identity, boss.

Honestly, your reputation in Arica is high, but only a few truly grasp your influence.

Soone has to tell them exactly who they're dealing with...

The lawyer from Valkyrie doesn't understand Indian customs, they might ss things up."

Joe Ga listened, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Then leave it to you to handle...

You organize your own people to find a lawyer to talk to those people. My requirent is not high, just make sure they don't bother during this period.

I really don't want to bully these people..."

'Dart' shrugged regretfully after hearing this, then tore off his tactical vest and said, "Then I need to change my clothes..."

Joe Ga understood Dart's thoughts. He smiled and forcefully patted the shoulder of this Indian buddy and said, "I've recently had so realizations, so I understand I shouldn't put myself in very dangerous places.

I'm just going to the FBI branch for a formality, don't always think I'm going to fight a war..."

Dart shook his head noncommittally. Just when he wanted to say sothing, the sound of an engine roaring approached from afar...

A dozen seconds later, a red and black painted Humr with shining wheel rims stopped at the entrance of the cafeteria...

In Joe Boss's eyes, this was a gaudy industrial waste made from a purebred military Humr!

The flaming paint on the car door, the glowing rims, the exaggerated headlights, and the flashy interior made Joe Boss, a simple man, feel a bit carsick...

The modified suspension system of the Humr raised the vehicle by more than ten centiters, but after stopping, the body surprisingly lowered...

This function is common in many high-end sports cars or business cars, but doing this on a hardcore Humr is a bit redundant.

Joe Ga looked at this Humr with a strong drug dealer style, and the Orange Cat laughing inside, and decisively shook his head and said, "I'd rather die than go out in this car...

Riding out in it might get hit by an RPG!"

'Spur' heard Joe Boss's evaluation and laughed heartily, saying, "Boss, Orange Cat spent all his salary for the past two years on this car...

It only looks stupid; in actuality, the performance is top-notch!"

Joe Ga looked at the crimson interior, the exaggerated sound system, and the glowing dashboard. He waved his hand resistively and said, "NO, this style of thing damages the image of a big boss like . Let Elephant take it instead..."

Dorian was quite interested in Orange Cat's ride. He leaned in to take a look, then opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

After experiencing the spacious interior, Dorian glanced back at the two modified aviation seats in the rear and said to Joe Ga, "Boss, you really should try it. I bet no one would believe you'd go out in this car."

Joe Ga resolutely shook his head and said, "Never!"

......

Lesler was on the phone continuously after Joe Boss agreed to go to the FBI branch. He only managed to pay attention to Joe Boss and the others after arranging security and reception along the way...

Looking at the exaggeratedly styled Humr, Lesler was stunned for a mont, then walked to Joe Boss's side and said, "Sir, my people are ready..."

Speaking, Lesler gave a disdainful glance at the eye-catching Humr and, after hesitating for a mont, shook his head and said, "Sir, you'd better not be too ostentatious now to avoid provoking the Bolton family and those Indians...

I've dispatched agents to keep an eye on Perry Bolton and am also looking for Tim Bolton's whereabouts.

We need to stay as low-key as possible now..."

Joe Ga was taken aback for a mont, then shook his head with pursed lips and said, "Lead the way then..."

After speaking, Joe Ga walked over, opened the Humr's door, and got in. He leaned over and forcefully patted Orange Cat's shoulder and said with a smile, "Got music? Sothing that gets on your nerves right away..."

Orange Cat was stunned for a mont, then fiddled with the console, and soon hip-hop music that rattled the eardrums played inside the car.

More annoying was that there were actually two external speakers on the car roof and two sets of spotlights that flashed to the rhythm of the music...

Joe Ga, hearing the car making such exaggerated noise, waved to Ayu while gesturing for Monica to take another vehicle, then pulled out a pair of noise-canceling headphones and put them on...

Joe Ga could swear that he absolutely doesn't like this kind of stuff...

But Lesler's instinctive reaction made him choose to do so...

Just to do the opposite of what those people wanted to achieve!

You want to keep a low profile, I refuse!

Even if it ans taking a little risk...

You want to leave Arica, I refuse!

Even if it ans facing wave after wave of trouble...