King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 467 450: The Elephant's Confidence

Joe Ga didn't know what he was feeling as he watched "Evil Ghost" rush towards their death at the fire, emitting a wail of extre pain before completing their final journey in the flas...

Joe Ga also didn't know if it was his own misconception, but he thought he saw a glimpse of longing for the flas in Karman's eyes, which frightened him.

He walked over to Karman's side and cautiously grabbed his clothing to prevent him from getting a heatstroke.

Karman felt Joe Ga's action, turned his head to look at his boss, whose face held a peculiar expression, and managed a small smile, saying, "Don't worry, I still want to see you change this land.

I am an Evil Ghost too, and I'm particularly good at dealing with Evil Ghosts!

Perhaps fire is my destiny, but not today..."

Joe Ga couldn't fully understand Karman's heart and shook his head, saying, "Do you still rember what I said?

The people of P·B should die in bed, with honor and leather, taking their last breath amid our descendants' gasps.

Flowers and strong liquor will fill our graves!

People will rember our nas!"

With that, Joe Ga looked earnestly into Karman's eyes and said, "Dragon Gecko, you're not an Evil Ghost, none of you jungle veterans are.

People with hope in their hearts can't be Evil Ghosts!

You might have done wrong things, but so what?

Now you are a part of P·B...

I believe all our fellows would be willing to share the consequences with you, because from the day you joined, we have been a team!"

When faced with Joe Ga's persuasion, Karman did not show much excitent, but "Leech" and "Spider" beside him were deeply moved.

In the old guy's heart, he already sold his life to Joe Ga, totally committed to witnessing Joe Ga's success.

Life and death, wealth and poverty—things ordinary people consider extrely important—no longer mattered in Karman's heart.

The old-tir might not even be able to articulate exactly what he wanted, he just wanted to see change.

Watching old Karman stooped like an old dog, patiently sorting the spoils of war, while those around him looked on with great respect...

Joe Ga patted Poison Scorpion, who had just arrived, on the shoulder and said, "Don't just stand there. Let's burn the bodies below and then erect a tombstone for them.

According to us Chinese, leaving a corpse to the wilderness is the worst way to die."

Having said that, Joe Ga looked at the villagers' bodies at the bottom of the pit and shook his head, "No one should die like this..."

Poison Scorpion didn't quite catch what Joe Ga was saying, only realizing what to do when he saw Joe Ga start gathering the surrounding wood. He walked over to Karman and said, "We can never reach the level you are at now, can we?"

Karman paused for a mont, then looked at the confused Poison Scorpion and after a long thought replied, "You don't need to be like .

With the boss, you will have countless advanced equipnt and the sense of honor.

But to beco an Evil Ghost like us, you have to give up a lot.

You wouldn't want to try..."

Poison Scorpion stared at Karman busy at work, hesitated for a long ti, and with a bit of defiance said, "Like what? What do I have to give up?"

Karman was taken aback, turned to look at Poison Scorpion with a strange expression, and after a long pause said, "For starters, you could try surviving in the jungle for a month while blindfolded. That's the simplest training I can think of."

"Impossible!" exclaid Poison Scorpion, incredulously.

Karman nodded and said, "That's what Leech and I thought when we were fighting in Sierra Leone. But then we encountered biochemical weapons, and there was a ti when we were blind.

Back then, we were hunted by rcenaries, militias, tribal warriors..."

Poison Scorpion shook his head in disbelief, "No way, that's absolutely impossible!"

"I thought it was impossible too!" Karman replied.

"Out of 309 of us, only 46 were left. A few years later, we were down to nine..."

As he spoke, Karman looked at Poison Scorpion's baffled expression, and shook his head, saying, "There's no point in trying to be like us. No matter how strong you are in the jungle, you can't withstand the enemy's air bombs and biochemical weapons.

Poison Scorpion, the boss needs soone who can help him solve problems, not just people who can kill."

And 'being able to kill' is the most trivial skill in Africa!

We once harbored ideals, but the impact of what we put so much effort into couldn't compare with what the boss achieved in less than two years in Central Africa.

Blood attracts blood, death attracts death, hope attracts hope…

You are good as you are, the boss needs controlled violence, and us…"

Poison Scorpion couldn't quite articulate his feelings, he too was a jungle-specialized special forces soldier, and he had competed with jungle veterans too many tis in exercises, both winning and losing.

But when it ca to real combat, Poison Scorpion found the gap between them and himself too vast, so vast that it was incredible.

Of course, there was the factor of 'familiarity with the terrain', but Poison Scorpion knew that if it really ca down to a fight to the death, he was no match in the jungle.

Not like during exercises, where striving might always yield a slim chance; in real combat, these old-tirs simply did not afford him such opportunities.

Karman's so-called 'not much gap' was a sincere complint, but Poison Scorpion knew that this 'not much gap' was the distance between life and death.

A miss by a little, was a loss of a life!

Karman understood Poison Scorpion's situation…

It was like being a sparring partner for the national table tennis team, usually feeling that one could play well with the national players, but when it really ca down to it, there was always sothing slightly lacking.

This wasn't simply a matter of skill anymore; that slight gap encompassed 'psychology', 'physiology', 'aptitude', even 'temperant', and most people would never overco it in their lifeti.

But if you were to beat yourself up over this, you would just be creating more trouble for yourself.

Our own boss Joe was the one who could let go the most, apart from that diving training, Joe never had any self-conflict.

If you can't fight, you make up for it with other strengths; isn't he now considered a big brother in Central Africa?

Instead, soone as competitive as Poison Scorpion ended up just a worker.

This required making peace with oneself, of course, and Karman was happy to see Poison Scorpion put in the effort.

Facing Poison Scorpion, who had sunk into thought, Karman nonchalantly shook his head, leaving the space to Poison Scorpion himself.

Dorian was annoyed with Poison Scorpion's slacking off and, after Karman left, went behind Poison Scorpion, placed an axe in his hand, and said, "Buddy, ti to work…"

Poison Scorpion was surprised, then looking at Dorian he said, "Being on the sa team with Dragon Gecko, do you feel desperate?"

Dorian was taken aback, then looking at Poison Scorpion as if he were an idiot, he said, "Are you stupid?

Dragon Gecko is formidable, but why would you compare with them in killing? That's a thought only a psychopath would have.

King Kong could lift Dragon Gecko with one hand, King Kong is more formidable.

Devil Bird could take down Dragon Gecko from 1500 ters away, Devil Bird is even more formidable."

Saying this, Dorian lowered his voice, glanced at Joe Ga nearby and then whispered to Poison Scorpion, "Our boss is formidable too because he earns the money to support so many of us.

Of course, I am even more formidable. I have one less testicle than you guys, and I still eat an extra bowl per al."

Poison Scorpion paused, then chuckled and shook his head, saying, "Do you comfort yourself with this normally, Leather Head?"

Dorian nonchalantly said, "It's nice to be a normal person!

If you seriously compete with the boss in shooting, you'd know what real despair is.

You can adapt to cruelty, but you can't defeat talent!"

With that, Dorian patted Poison Scorpion's shoulder with an experienced air, saying, "But all that doesn't matter, the boss and Dragon Gecko are human; they hurt too when injured.

We're a modern special forces unit equipped with advanced arms, there are ways to level the gaps.

Otherwise, how do you think I beca the number two man of Team A?"

Poison Scorpion did take in so of what Dorian said earlier, but the last part just didn't seem right to him.

Seeing Dorian's smug ghostly expression, Poison Scorpion shook his head with a chuckle, "With that thick skin of yours, I do admit you're the number two of Team A!"

Joe Ga wasn't paying attention to what Dorian and the others were saying. After being busy for a while, he suddenly thought of sothing, took out his cellphone, and made a call to Father Gamorre…

This gold mine can't be wasted; it needs to be utilized to its fullest…