King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 195 191: Giving You Self-Defense

"Fat Goose" had landed the Mi-8 in the camp that resembled ruins, ready to pack up several tons of banknotes and so valuable spoils of war.

Even the fierce animal specins displayed in the office were not wasted; a few intact ones were packed up to be used later to improve the appearance of the boss's office.

Joe Ga himself was indifferent towards the specins, but thinking about his hunting company whose status he was uncertain of, he eventually let them have their way.

Since his ribs were injured, Joe Ga had been sitting on the ground at the entrance of the secret room without moving recklessly.

Only after "Hemostat" and his team had finished looting the "Palace" and ensured there were no issues, did Joe Ga stand up and take a few steps to a different spot to avoid being in the way.

Watching "Hemostat" and his team disregard even their own arm injuries, tossing aside their loads to start shifting banknotes out, Joe Ga said with a smile to Nis who had been guarding him all this ti, "You should try it too, the feeling of carrying 20 kilograms of banknotes is quite extraordinary."

Nis shook her head slightly and said, "I don't need to."

As she spoke, she looked at Joe Ga's ribs, hesitated a few tis, then said with a very soft voice that was a bit unnatural, "Can you not take risks anymore? You could be a great sniper..."

Nis's voice was very low, and Joe Ga didn't hear her very clearly. He was bemused for a few seconds before he realized what she said, then he shook his head uncomfortably and replied, "I wasn't injured by the enemy, it was a sowhat bizarre accident.

To , being a sniper is one of the most dangerous jobs. If this wasn't Africa, I wouldn't think of leaving you and the Owl out here on your own."

As he spoke, Joe Ga suddenly rembered sothing. He opened the backpack at his feet and pulled out two lucky little puppies.

Looking at the two chubby, multicolored milk dogs, he waved to Nis with a smile and said, "These are the spoils I found in Karman's office. By the looks of their parents, they should be South African mastiffs.

They are indeed ugly, but these two little ones are quite adorably ugly.

You always liked playing with animals back in Ad-Damazin, so I'm giving them to you. Keeping sothing like Cheetahs is too expensive; dogs are not bad.

It's said that well-trained South African mastiffs make excellent guard dogs. I've seen in many special forces movies, soldiers going into battle with a military dog.

We might not know how to train them, but it doesn't matter. As long as they can stay quiet and guard near you during combat, and bite any bad guys they see, at the very least they can be kept to keep you company."

As he spoke, Joe Ga pushed the two droopy pups into Nis's arms, smiling as he said, "Your handgun is too shoddy; having two dogs is more useful than a handgun."

Nis, who had just brightened a bit because of the gifts, was taken aback by Joe Ga's comnt, then realizing the high standards and strict demands this man had for handguns, she lowered her head and walked away, no longer speaking.

Watching Nis holding up the two ugly dogs in front of her, making a surprisingly coy silly face, Joe Ga shook his head a little uncomfortably.

Just when he wanted to find soone to chat with, his satellite phone suddenly rang...

"It's Hu Lang!"

"......"

"Talk human..."

"I am a major of the Yakoma Congo Defense Force..."

"I will tell you the exact location, how long will it take you to get here?"

"8~14 hours!"

"Hmm, your efficiency is a bit surprising..."

......

Joe Ga hung up the phone, then looking at the busy crowd around him, he said with a smile, "Don't rush everyone, sort out the money a bit, there's no need to bother with anything below 5000 in denomination, we should leave sothing for the people coming after us."

Upon hearing the boss's call, "Chainsaw," like a diligent farr, nodded heartily and shouted, "Don't worry boss, we're not fools."

While "Chainsaw" was speaking, Dorian was covered in banknotes, holding a big stack of unfolded bills, lighting it with a silver lighter, trying to mimic the movie big shots using burning money to light a cigarette.

Europa, feeling unusually good, even held up his phone to record and cooperated with him.

Everyone who passed by would give an 'understanding smile,' yet Dorian, the fool, didn't catch on at all. Instead, under Europa's encouragent, he posed even more foolish poses.

Bolivia's "Xiao Luo" climbed up from the basent carrying a big bag of money, glanced at the cara in Europa's hand as he passed Dorian, then grinned showing his rabbit teeth, and said, "Looking sharp, with that attitude you could find at least 10 lovers in Bolivia."

As "Xiao Luo" walked up to Joe Ga, he bent down to hand him a suspiciously slling clump of black mud, saying, "Boss, we arrived just in ti. That bastard nad Boykin was trying to fernt cocaine, and he was close to succeeding.

If we were two months later, these things might have been refined into 'KKY'.

Once news of cocaine reaches Africa, the Colombians will surely co knocking."

Joe Ga had only a rough understanding of the 'KKY' production process, and his knowledge of the drug trade was limited to theory.

He held a black clay-like ball close to his nose for a sniff, then shook his head in disgust at the strange stench, and asked, "How much can this sell for?"

'Xiao Luo' pursed his lips and shook his head, saying, "It depends on the location. In Peru and Bolivia, a kilogram of raw coca leaves might only sell for a few hundred US dollars.

The farrs in Peru and Bolivia generally rely on selling this stuff to traffickers to make up for the losses in agriculture.

But, after these raw materials are refined and processed, KKY with a purity of over 90% only needs to make it to Arica or Europa. After being diluted and packaged, it can profit from 80 to 100 thousand US dollars per kilogram."

Joe Ga internally did a rough calculation and understood why those traffickers were so crazy.

What concept is a 100-fold profit?

This thing, not only in many places where beheading is not the norm, even if subject to beheading or even severe torture, there will still be people willing to take the risk.

Think about those drug dealers on his own turf, the ones from Africa so crazy they run marijuana and shipping operations.

Then think about the mont a 'professional' cos along and collaborates with those crazy African traffickers, Joe Ga suddenly felt a chill.

Things are bad enough here. Before he made enough money, he wouldn't allow those traffickers to grow and expand here.

Having discarded the clay ball, Joe Ga asked 'Xiao Luo', "You've examined the coca cultivation here before, how large is it?

'Fat Goose' brought 80 kilograms of TNT, is that enough to destroy all the coca?"

'Xiao Luo,' who had spent his entire military career fighting drug cartels, felt his boss's disdain for coca. He grinned with his buckteeth and said, "No problem, there are still so usable vehicles in the camp. I'll siphon so gasoline to make a few gasoline bombs, that should do it.

Even if we don't burn them all, we can burn most and contaminate the rest."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga waved his hand and said, "Then hurry up, stop thinking about money. I'll wire you US dollars later. Have 'Poison Wolf' and 'Impact' join you. We must fire up the surrounding jungle before the Congo army arrives."

After arranging everything, Joe Ga, with his ribs painfully aching, honestly took off his tactical vest and lay down on a flat patch of grass.

Watching the Super Albatross still lingering in the sky, Joe Ga pressed his radio and said, "Cobra, what are you waiting for? You just burned through over five million dollars of mine in a few minutes, now you can head back. Stop wasting my fuel money."

'Cobra' in the radio laughed heartily, "I'm waiting for 'Fat Goose' to take off; I need to escort him back to the base. I heard you guys struck it rich, rember to save a share for ."

Joe Ga watched the money-burning 'grandee' glide through the sky, not sure if Cobra could see him, but he smiled and waved, saying, "No problem, and I think I've grown fond of cluster bombs.

If we skip those fancy smart guidance features, they should theoretically be cheap, right?"

'Cobra' sensed his boss was getting the hang of it and chuckled, "As long as you fly low enough, you can drop them accurately enough, and if you're accurate enough, you don't need any satellite guidance.

Pity the Seville arms factory doesn't dare produce those, and others won't sell them to you, otherwise your combat here could be much easier.

Consider deploying aerial bombs. Take today's camp for instance, even just 4 aerial bombs each weighing 250 kilograms might perform better than cluster bombs, and you wouldn't need to storm that 'Palace'."

Joe Ga murmured 'aerial bombs' to himself, then with a resolved mind, he took out the satellite phone and called the 'Professor'.

These things are really useful. If I can't afford cluster bombs, can't I afford aerial bombs?

Can't buy cluster bombs, can't I make them myself?

I can't make 500-kilogram ones, and nobody in Africa can handle 250-kilogram ones.

I insist on making guiding high-precision ones, even if one a week, it's equivalent to earning a million, four million a month, fifty million a year, in ten years I'll be......

After the call, Joe Ga fully embraced the spirit of Mr. Q, imagined himself becoming a tycoon, then looked up at Africa's clear blue sky and eventually drifted off into a daydream on the grass.

Karman, who had been silently imrsed in his mories, saw Joe Ga fall asleep on the grass. He perked up, stood up, and quietly approached Joe Ga, then gestured Dorian to tone it down a bit, while urging everyone to speed up their actions.

Nis quietly sat beside Joe Ga. She took a compressed biscuit, broke it into pieces in her palm, mixed it with water into a paste, and then fed it to two chubby puppies.

Watching the puppies greedily eat, Nis smiled and poured the paste from her palm into Joe Ga's.

The two chubby dogs rushed over and began licking furiously at Joe Ga's hand, tickling him so much that he knocked over with a roll.

Nis comforted the chubby dogs and, smiling, helped adjust their position, signaling them to continue...

Watching Nis finally showing a bit more of a normal girl's deanor, Karman hesitated and then said, "The boss was mistaken, these two dogs are Rhodesian Ridgebacks, don't treat them as pets. If trained well, they will be very useful helpers.

Yes, much more useful than Ayu's children..."