King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 188 185: Death Business

Joe Ga could never have imagined that soone in Africa could successfully cultivate coca plants.

The largest producer of coca globally is Peru, followed by Bolivia, and then the well-known Colombia.

The big bosses in Colombia, backed by aircraft and artillery, are entrenched in the jungles of South Arica where they battle the governnt while trafficking the most lucrative drugs to Arica. The money they earn is then used to buy more advanced weapons to continue the fight against both the Colombian and Arican governnts.

Since the rise of xican drug traffickers, a significant portion of the Colombian route to Arica has been taken over; however, such a profitable business always encourages extraordinary ingenuity.

They shifted their focus to Africa, landing through Cote d'Ivoire or Nigeria in West Africa and then heading north to send drugs into Portugal or Italy by boats from Morocco or Tunisia, before distributing them across Europa.

The reason behind Colombia's enduring success is their control over South Arica's 'KKY' export.

As violent as the xicans are, they cannot produce 'KKY'; they can only manage drugs like 'BD' and 'marijuana'. The supply of KKY still depends on the Colombians, so their profits are nowhere near those of the South Arican bosses.

Now, if coca plantations were to start appearing in Africa, given the chaos there, it wouldn't take long for the situation to overflow disastrously, which the South Arican bosses could not tolerate unless it was under their control.

Joe Ga had done his howork; he had never worried about South Aricans because the routes he needed to eradicate started in Kenya, East Africa, and ended in Liberia.

This was an 'HLY' transport route, with most of the cargo coming from Aqionghan, the Republic of Pakistan, and Iran. Local drug dealers made a killing by adding a bit of locally produced marijuana from Africa to their shipnts.

Joe Ga felt that once he cut off this route, the drug dealers, considering cost, would choose to detour rather than wage war against him, because business is about making money, not burning it.

Joe Ga's mission was to fight the drug traffickers, but the mission wasn't to completely wipe them out, as that was impossible for him.

He planned to designate safe areas, create a corridor linking four countries, and then stop. As long as you, the drug trafficker, don't step into my territory or engage in atrocious activities, and just run your logistics, I will pretend you don't exist.

However, if these native African coca were exposed, the situation would definitely take a grim turn.

When 'KKY' and 'HLY' drug factions intersect here, Joe Ga would never have peace!

Holding a coca leaf, Joe Ga spoke to 'Xiao Luo' with a grave expression, "Look around. I need to know how large these coca fields are and how much effort it'll take to clean them up.

This stuff is like dog shit; it attracts too many flies, and I'm afraid I can't handle it."

'Xiao Luo', with a somber expression, nodded and disappeared into the jungle.

The atmosphere at the scene was tense, as the unexpected turn of events made everyone realize that they were facing a series of tough battles ahead.

The three individuals they recognized represented three significant forces.

Of course, they were eager to cause trouble in Central Africa, a place even ghosts avoided.

Due to poor transport and harsh environnts, it was unrealistic for terrorists to enter in large numbers.

Every segnt of the road there had a 'master', and in terms of brutality, they were second to none. A stranger with a gun trying to step in would either have to pay a hefty toll or show so muscle, sothing the terrorists couldn't handle.

As Joe Ga was entangled in thought, Karman frowned and said, "What are you thinking? How many people in Africa recognize this plant?

Kill everyone in the plantation, burn down this region, and who else would know what was here?"

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga slapped his head firmly and said, "Right, this plant is probably what Boykin uses to lure those guys here. To expand, he needs support from the outside."

As Joe Ga gestured for Ayu to co over, he smirked while opening up the radio on his back, saying, "Dragon Gecko was right; now that it has happened, let them die first. We don't even have to burn the forest, we can bomb it.

I can't deal with problems completely, but I've taken care of those causing them.

I don't manage too much; I just tend to my designated area. Anyone who cos snooping around here, I'll bomb."

As Joe Ga heard the voice over the radio, he coldly said, "'Cobra,' tell 'Wrench' and 'Fat Goose' to return to base.

Prepare a Super Albatross with two cluster bombs, and load enough TNT on the Mi-8; I want to burn down a patch of jungle completely."

The person on the other end, 'Cobra', hesitated for a mont, then asked excitedly, "Are you going to war with the Congo Governnt's military?"

Hearing this burning-money-like attitude, as if to set the world afla, Joe Ga reluctantly shook his head and said, "No, I want to catch a few big fish, and I think we should start with a bang."

'Cobra', slightly excited, exhaled and said, "Then wait, we need to fly back to base, hang the bombs, and take off, at least 2 hours of preparation needed."

Joe Ga nodded firmly and said, "Then make it quick; we need to complete the attack before dawn, and then I'll notify the Yakoma governnt forces to clean up - I need to take advantage of the situation."

'Cobra', with his extensive experience, said nonchalantly, "You can start preparing; we'll definitely arrive around 4 a.m."

Joe Ga ended the communication with a firm gesture, then turned to the excited faces around him and said, "Team C, advance and scout. Find us a way out.

Cluster bombs work best on ground targets and are less effective inside buildings; we need to be ready for the assault. Leave no one alive in that Palace.

We'll put on a good show, then let the Yakoma governnt troops take the credit and get rewarded..."

"You all agree, right?"

Everyone glanced at each other, then nodded in unison, shouting, "Yes sir!"

Sanderson watched as Team C's three mbers disappeared into the jungle. He turned to Joe Ga with a smile and said, "That Fahd's head is worth 3 million US Dollars, actually, I just wanted to suggest that you contact the Arican military.

They've got a military base in Caroon, and I have a buddy serving there.

If we notify them, they'd definitely be eager to join the fight, as Boko Haram is also their target."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga shook his head and said, "Forget it, bringing in more people won't be much help, and we might even end up attracting that mysterious CIA.

The local lowlifes don't know my background, but with the CIA, it's a different story."

Upon hearing this, Sanderson shook his head and said, "The CIA isn't as miraculous as you think, nor as formidable as they are in the movies. They've made countless foolish mistakes.

Our company is legitimate. If they co looking for trouble, I'll help you gouge out their eyeballs. I enjoy doing that!"

Having the African Union's mandate to eradicate drug traffickers truly feels great. Now, as long as Joe Ga doesn't ss around, doing sothing excessive along the borders of Central, Congo, Uganda, and Kenya, no one really cares.

Because those who die are always ard, they are certainly people the governnt forces dislike.

Mainly, Joe Ga's contracting agreent, in the eyes of many locals, is seen as a losing deal, which is why he's able to earn such convenience.

People pay you to fight drug traffickers and simultaneously help you develop—would you really dare impose many restrictions?

This is a tily, virtuous rescue, a halo-topped sucker. His enemies are so of the most formidable people in Africa. As long as he doesn't think about staging a coup, he can do whatever he wants, and he must be kept at all costs!"

Joe Ga had made up his mind to wipe out Boykin and his guests in one sweep.

Once this group dies, given Africa's traditional customs and the local transportation conditions, even if soone discovers those coca plants, organizing and learning to cultivate and process them would take at least 3 to 5 years.

Within that ti fra, the African Union's loan would definitely be approved, and then holding 2 to 3 billion dollars, Joe Ga would have plenty of options, whether to stay or go!

This is Africa, where anything related to developnt progresses extrely slowly.

This Boykin is not just a simple anti-governnt leader; he has built a den that attracts vultures, gearing up for sothing big.

What exactly he's planning doesn't matter. Even the most ambitious villain, when exposed under the gun, is just a bullet away.

As for any potential revenge afterward, well, Yakoma's Congolese military probably wouldn't mind taking credit for a major achievent.

They are the group least afraid of terrorists because sotis their actions are hardly different from those of terrorists.

Moreover, the terrorists here are relatively weak; otherwise, how could Boykin's re three hundred n negotiate with top family mbers?

Terrorists can have discussions with civilized people, but when facing the Congolese military, they're likely to be torn apart and traded for money and rits.

Car bombs and suicide bombers don't scare the governnt forces here; they only make them more brutal. They simply don't care about civilian casualties. Such an army is a natural enemy of terrorists.

Joe Ga waited in place for almost an hour and through Antar's drone, saw a horrifying gathering taking place in the 'Palace's' backyard.

Embodying the brutal characteristics inherited in his blood, Boykin used a brutal man vs. beast fight as an appetizer for his guests.

The combatants were several naked won and several starving hyenas.

Joe Ga could guess that this was a typical African way of making an 'impressive introduction' and 'showing off strength.'

This was Boykin telling his guests, "I am terrifying!"

Joe Ga didn't know how the guests felt, but seeing them eat without any hesitation, they probably didn't feel much.

But Joe Ga himself found it a bit unbearable...

These people all deserve to die!

Once again, he used the radio to call 'Cobra' and got the accurate arrival ti. Joe Ga pulled out a satellite phone, not caring about the ti, and dialed a Congolese big shot he knew in Tunisia, who had once drunk with him in Kenya—a deputy minister from Congo's Ministry of Defense nad Ngira.

Joe: "I've caught a big fish near the jungles of Yakoma. I'm planning to bomb there. Are you interested in letting your n do the cleanup?"

Ngira: "I need to know who is involved?"

Joe: "As far as I know, the master here is called Boykin. Among his guests, one is called 'Fahd', valued at 3 million, another is called Mufarrah, who is an assistant to a warlord in the south of Liberia, and another is a top figure of Boko Haram.

If you can make a big fuss about it, you can get a lot of benefits from the African Union.

If you are scared, just keep your guys low-key. This Boykin is a major drug lord, and I am rely fulfilling my contractual obligations."