King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 638 612 Hu Lang Relents

Joe Ga didn't care about Madeline's existence at all; this woman was nothing but trouble—misfortune befell anyone who got involved with her.

Now, there were still three dirty bombs that hadn't been found, and Joe Ga absolutely didn't want to get himself entangled in that ss.

The people from ISIS were threatening NATO with dirty bombs, but actually, the longer this dragged on, the more advantageous it was for P·B.

The battle to recapture Mosul was expected to begin soon, and Joe Ga had to complete his preparations before NATO could fully exert their strength.

Only by demonstrating Iraq's sufficient mobilization and operational capabilities could P·B secure the most favorable position.

Chris had been running back and forth between Arica and Iraq, trying to secure a supply route in advance. He was currently in a state where he was losing money, and those collaborators were only tentative, making the partnership unstable.

But none of that was important; as long as there was a rough route, Joe Ga could use the surge in supplies to carve out a highway.

The current Iraqi Governnt needed not just money, but also supplies and engineering assistance from the international community, and most importantly, the restoration of dostic order.

The latter was a lengthy task, but boss Joe could provide the first two...

And the prerequisite for achieving this goal was to let boss Joe take over the oil field contracts. Once the oil fields were up and running, exchanging for sufficient supplies and aid through China's channels, he would be able to convince those European and Arican oil companies to transfer the rights to develop the oil fields.

Arica, France, and England were all caught up in the anxiety of the dirty bombs, which was actually an advantage for Joe Ga.

Because without their anxiety, boss Joe wouldn't be able to take the lead.

Now, with the NATO forces tied up, their massive daily expenditures left them desperate, with no choice but to pay rcenaries to enter the scene.

Joe Ga wasn't clear on how France and England planned to operate, but the temporary military budget of 500 million US Dollars from the Aricans had all but passed.

Ambassador Steven, as the steward of that money, could easily help coordinate the actions of those rcenary groups.

Boss Joe still didn't have the brute strength to arm-wrestle with the giants, but it was feasible to use money to guide them to act according to P·B's logic.

As for Madeline, Joe Ga didn't even want to touch that situation—the longer it went on, the better it was for him.

Now, with Aaron undercover in Iraq, tackling ISIS wasn't too difficult.

And the material supply channels were basically smooth, with China's Oil and Natural Gas Group ready to go, and with timing and terrain on his side. Once he got the 'people's hearts,' the entire situation in Iraq would be completely different.

As long as Joe Ga could hold the reins until Mosul was taken and the humanitarian corridor was fully established, P·B's position in Iraq would be unshakeable.

Pretending not to see Pierre's hesitant expression, Joe Ga laughed as he wrapped his arm around the security big shot and said, "Buddy, now that you're here, why don't you stay and have so food?

I'm preparing a special dish right now, you've got to try it later—I'll let you, a Frenchman, experience the profound depth of Chinese cuisine."

Seeing Joe Ga's deanor, Pierre knew he didn't want to get involved in the dirty bomb situation anymore…

It was an understandable move, but Pierre still felt it was a pity because P·B's operational efficiency was truly high. Although their thods were too rough for comfort, the actual results were surprisingly good.

Pierre initially wanted to ask Joe Ga if he was interested in continuing because Joe Ga was sowhat more familiar with Madeline—it was he who had pried open her mouth, preventing two tragedies.

But now that Joe Ga had made his stance clear, there was nothing to be done about it.

With boss Joe's current status and reputation, anyone trying to force him to cooperate was only asking for trouble.

Pierre quickly adjusted his bearing, arching back his back with a hint of pride and said, "Hu Lang, I admit you can fight, but when it cos to making gourt food, you have to look up to us French…"

With that, Pierre rolled up his sleeves, took out his phone, and called his subordinates...

"Prepare so seafood for , mussels, scallops, lobsters—I want to personally cook a dish to entertain a friend."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga made a gesture indicating his skepticism, then spoke 'angrily,' "Wait until my dish is ready, and you'll realize how conceited you are. French cuisine, huh? I'll admit it's good, but really, it's just good..."

Pierre glared and retorted, "I'm waiting…"

The two stared at each other, eye to eye, for a few seconds, then burst into laughter...

Sotis, being too polite in social interactions isn't ideal. A bit of healthy competition, even trading so boasts, could bring two not-so-acquainted people closer together.

Everyone knew that the outco of a cooking competition didn't really matter, but the 'contest' added an elent of fun, naturally changing the atmosphere.

Pierre was a true veteran of social interaction. He knew it was hard for soone of his status to blend in completely at the party, so he approached it from a different angle.

Under the current circumstances, who would still consider him an 'intruder'?

Using this pretext, Pierre made calls to gather friends to witness his competition with Hu Lang, and soon a bunch of French officials who couldn't have gained entrance before were congregating on the hospital's rooftop.

And then, those who had been watching P·B caught whiff of sothing…