King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 699 656: Boasting Doesn't Get Taxed2

"Believe , we really are here to help!"

As he spoke, Joe Ga patted the official's shoulder and said with a smile, "To tell you the truth, the situation in Iraq is really terrible!

But this situation is very favorable for people like you; precisely because it's so bad here, any small good deed will be rembered by the locals.

I'm quite skilled at dealing with such situations, which is why I've beco wealthy and quite respected!

And I believe that any person with a conscience and ambition can too!"

The Tikrit official was taken aback, then proactively offered his business card, saying, "Sir, my na is Aktobe. I will rember what you've said... "

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga knew the man might have misunderstood so of what he'd said, but he didn't care; eting soone with common interests or who recognized his values was beneficial to him and P.B.

After carefully examining Aktobe's business card, Joe Ga shook his hand with a smile and said, "I know quite a few people in Baghdad; once things here are over, and if you have ti to go to Baghdad, I can introduce you to a few of them."

Joe Ga then pretended to be tired, rubbed his face, and said, "Our dics are rough around the edges; let your dical personnel co in, and if possible, move everyone to the Tikrit hospital.

If you need any dical supplies, you can give a list, and I will provide them to you.

I need to rest here for four hours, and once my people have checked the bombing area to the north, we will leave."

On hearing this, Aktobe nodded readily and said, "You go rest; I'll handle things here. P.B. has already helped us a lot... "

Joe Galliso turned around, leaving behind the locals from Tikrit, and went to find Nis, who was speaking with Antar at the temporary settlent. He walked over and kissed the girl's face, smiling, "Leaving your boyfriend behind is not the mark of a qualified girlfriend... "

With that, Joe Ga looked at the smiling Antar and said, "I still don't know last night's battle report. Did we have any casualties?"

Antar shook his head with a smile and replied, "Apart from a few n who suffered blast injuries in the first wave of attacks and another six who were slightly injured during the night roundup, everyone else is fine.

The dics have already checked over them, and at worst, they'll only need half a month to rejoin the squad."

As he spoke, Antar picked up a form and handed it to Joe Ga, saying, "This is a statistical table of yesterday's battle.

'Jazz Squad' might have been a bit rough, but they're incredibly tough and efficient.

The newly arrived 10th-level special forces due to lack of joint training and the hasty squad formation did not perform as well, especially the Colombians and Bolivian people; they are not yet used to P.B.'s style."

Joe Ga paid special attention to Rabbit Squad's performance and was surprised to find they had perford very well, killing 14 terrorists, capturing 6, and rescuing 23 civilians.

They finished early; otherwise, if they had continued at that efficiency, they might have matched or even outperford 'Jazz Squad.'

Glancing at the slightly complicated annotations on the report, Joe Ga hesitated and said, "This won't do; always being a small squad isn't a solution. From now on, we will split the special forces into three companies.

Squads B, C, D, and E will form the first company.

'Ferryman', 'Goat', 'Iron Hamr', 'Jazz', will make up the second company.

The new 'Trigger' along with the Colombians and Bolivian people will be the third company.

Remind the third company that they need to complete their integration at the military base outside Mosul."

"The war in Iraq could last a very long ti; they have enough ti," Joe Ga said as he looked at Karman. "Buddy, contact non and Kuba, those two guys, and ask each of them to lead a team to the site of the MiG-21 crash and the place where the Arnians were bombed.

Rember to collect evidence and take photos for the record—I want to investigate the origins of those Arnians.

But it's not mandatory; finding clues would be ideal, but if not, then let it be!"

Karman really liked how Joe Ga treated non and Kuba—his boss was grooming them, which proved that the soldiers from Central Africa were the real direct lineage in Joe Ga's heart.

In Karman's mind, of course, the special forces were great, but they were already fully mature in mind. People like them might be fierce in battle, yet they lacked a certain drive.

Karman couldn't quite put his finger on that sothing, but he could feel it.

The special forces could joke and laugh with the boss, but Xiao Hei from P·B would never do such a thing!

That was a team that regarded the boss as a god!

In Karman's heart, they were the foundation and the future of P·B!

This was also the fundantal reason why he hadn't rged his Ghosts with the special forces until now.

The Ghosts were mighty fighters, but Karman felt they needed to be honed before leaving the jungle to fight alongside the boss. If let out too early, they might get 'corrupted' by the special forces!

After nodding in agreent with Joe Ga's requests, Karman stepped out of the tent and found non and Kuba loitering nearby. After a quick briefing, the two lads excitedly called two squads of soldiers and drove towards the target location…

.........

Mosul Military Base…

This military base had changed hands several tis between the Iraqi Governnt forces and ISIS mbers, and now it was full of dilapidated grounds and buildings.

Old Bull and Solon, who had been in Gaiyara for nearly a month, waited until the governnt forces and rcenaries drove ISIS out of Gaiyara City before moving all their equipnt here.

The base now housed Team B and Team E. Sanderson, as the person in charge of security, managed 200 Xiao Hei cooks, 100 artilleryn, 200 Kurds, plus the squads of 'Sea Hound' and 'Gunfire.'

In collaboration with a few rcenary companies lodging there, the security work was going quite well.

Old Bull had prepared breakfast before dawn and then began loading stainless steel barrels, one after another, onto the coalition pickups that ca for food.

Listening to the gunfire and explosions coming from the city of Mosul in the distance, Old Bull spat on the ground beside him and grumbled to Tony, "Once breakfast is done, get so people to smooth out the ground with cent.

I've tripped twice in two days; Solon and the others are old, don't let them get hurt."

Tony scratched his head and nodded, "Master, those Kurdish won soldiers' asses aren't that great to look at. You already have Carn as your wife, and Carn's ass is prettier…"

Upon hearing this, Old Bull's face turned purple in an instant. He began slapping Tony's head while cursing, "That's your mistress you're talking about, what the hell do you care about your mistress's ass for?

Besides, am I the kind of person who peeks at female soldiers..."