King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 698 656: Bragging Doesn't Get Taxed

The battle of Tikrit raged on until five o'clock in the morning the next day...

When Boss Joe walked out of the last house with enemies inside, a streak of dawn light spilled onto the land.

The governnt officials of Tikrit, Iraq, along with a group of enthusiastic n and a few guys with caras, sward up to him...

The enthusiastic n danced around the awkward-looking Boss Joe, while several freshly bathed Iraqi children presented him with flowers.

At that mont, Joe Ga wished he could find a hole to crawl into because he had been set up by a bunch of special forces...

In the last house, there were only a few terrorists tied up tight!

He had no idea what those bored bastards were thinking, always trying to snatch work from the boss.

Perhaps to give Boss Joe a perfect debut in front of the Iraqis, they had tied up a few captives and shoved them into a house, then called the rear.

Antar, for who knows what reason, had actually collaborated with these guys to call the boss.

Joe Ga, surrounded by a throng of enthusiastic n, clenched his fists, ready to knock soone down the mont they tried to touch him.

He saw Dorian next to him, his face mysteriously adorned with cool-looking gun grease, seriously speaking to a reporter holding a recording pen...

"We are P·B, our boss is always with !

The fight was tough. Our boss had to personally kill 100 enemies.

Thankfully, those innocent residents were saved..."

Next to him, the dic, Bird, spoke with equal seriousness, "Yes, our boss is the best fighter, he not only personally killed 100 enemies but also rescued 100 wounded..."

While the two were blathering nonsense, Nis, Kitten, and Karman had already disappeared...

Ayu, probably worried about bursting into laughter, had donned a nacing tal mask, making her look more like an alien warrior.

This hefty fellow gently pushed aside several curious children who wanted to touch her, then said to Dorian who seed like he was boasting drunkenly, "Ti to go, we're pulling out..."

Dorian wiped away the spit at the corner of his mouth, regretful. Seeing the boss looking at him with a weird gaze, he gave a dry laugh, fulfilling his duty as a bodyguard. Along with dic Bird, they escorted the boss, breaking through the crowd with Ayu leading the way towards the temporary refugee station.

"Boss, what's there to be embarrassed about? Arabs love to brag!

I'm telling you, as long as we dare to bluff, they'll really believe it!"

At that mont, Joe Ga realized that Dorian and the others must have planned this, letting him present his best face to the people inside Tikrit City.

The reality was far more bizarre than anyone could anticipate. This flaw-ridden grand debut, once packaged and processed, would soon beco legendary.

Watching dic Bird skillfully slip a pack of cigarettes and several Arican bills to a few people with caras and recording pens...

Joe Ga felt that the notion "Hu Lang slaughtered 100 terrorists overnight" wasn't so impossible after all — maybe in his killing spree yesterday, he had simply lost count!

In the end, if he's not the one embarrassed, it's others who will be!

Thick skin is a necessary quality for a successful person; brag enough, and maybe everyone will start to believe it!

Unfortunately, when a bunch of n singing and dancing escorted Boss Joe down the streets littered with bodies to the temporary refugee aid point...

Seeing the large number of won and children stunned by flashbang grenades like quails, Joe Ga's thick face also began to feel the strain.

Dragging the rather amusing Dorian, he emptied all the cash on him and handed out 20 bills to every asshole dancer, telling them to clear off quickly...

Then Joe Ga beckoned to a Tikrit official in a suit...

"I don't understand your rules, but most of their n are dead at the hands of ISIS...

If you're here, it ans you understand my idea. I'm going to build a logistics hub here that will see a steady flow of supplies.

You should know what that ans!

In exchange, I want you to take care of these won and children, let them live through this terrible ti with dignity."

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at a group of people dressed like rchants in the distance. He shook his head and said, "These guys must have heard about what happened in Basra.

I don't have ti to deal with them. Once we've completely secured this route, there will be specific people staying here to interface with them.

You help us ensure the security of the route, we provide you with sufficient supplies for civilians, you can make money, find jobs for people on the streets, and the common folk can get enough to survive...

It's simple, so please don't disappoint !"

After hearing this, the Tikrit official placed his hand over his chest, bowed slightly, and then nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Hu Lang!

We will defend this transport line to the death!"

Joe Ga watched the guy's solemn stance, shook his head with a smile, and said, "It's not that dramatic; we'll station a team at each post.

We'll handle the fighting. You are responsible for stabilizing the surrounding environnt, don't give ISIS an opportunity, and don't let my people beco aliens here.