King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 705 660: Accountant 'Long Legs

Joe Ga climbed out of bed early in the morning and felt around, realizing that 'Kitten' had already gotten up…

He grabbed a large gulp of water from the bedside table, then vigorously scrubbed his face and put on his clothes before pushing open the door and walking out of his suite.

Seeing non and Kuba sitting on either side of his door, Joe Ga smiled, patted them on the head, and said, "Get up, run a few laps with , and then we'll go eat."

Upon hearing this, non grinned, showing all his white teeth, and said, "Boss, I'm going to notify Dragon Gecko; he asked to tell him when you're up."

Joe Ga nodded with a smile, and as he walked out, he said, "Then tell that old man to hurry up. I feel in great shape today; I'm sure he won't loop ."

When non heard this, he nodded earnestly and said, "Alright, I'll go notify Dragon Gecko right now…"

Seeing non run off with a grin that was all teeth and no eyes, Joe Ga knew this kid didn't have high hopes for his aspiration of 'not being looped.'

He didn't know when it started, but Karman, who had always just joined for runs, began to intensify the training.

This man, nearly fifty, was consciously improving his physical fitness and condition.

Joe Ga knew why old Karman was doing this…

The old chap, like a War God in Joe Ga's heart, felt the pressure mounting as P·B grew stronger day by day.

In the past, Karman could still learn various special combat skills.

But as the war progressed, especially since Tubruq, the complex equipnt in the command center and the tactics involving multiple arms coordination made Karman feel thoroughly outpaced.

He could only start to boost or maintain his condition, wanting to accompany Boss Qiao a bit longer.

Joe Ga had considered moving Karman to the secondary line to manage the Sangha Town base, but Karman, like everyone in Team A, was unwilling…

Without Karman, Team A lacked a stabilizing force; the assault team of Joe Ga and Dorian always fell just a bit short.

What was most important was that with Karman there, Joe Ga's safety was guaranteed!

The old fellow's experience was just too rich!

He might not understand grand strategy, but as long as he was on the battlefield, he was like a loyal old dog, always leading Joe Ga in the right direction.

With Karman, Team A was complete!

Stepping out of the base building, Kuba, seizing the opportunity while Joe Ga was warming up, rubbed his hands and approached the boss, asking, "Boss, can't we also take part in missions outside the base?

Now our people are either cooks or artilleryn, with only a handful being combatants.

We've got nothing to do inside the base; could we go out for a change?"

Joe Ga looked at Kuba sideways and said, "Go out for what? To get killed?

Just stay put in the base, stay out of trouble, and I'll take you with when I go out soday."

As he spoke, Joe reacted suddenly, thumping Kuba hard on the head, and cursed, "What do you an 'either cooks or artilleryn'?

So the special forces and the newcors an nothing to you, is that it?

Watch your words, kid…"

Kuba, rubbing his sore head, retorted a bit unwillingly, "Boss, they're all rcenaries; they'll leave Central Africa sooner or later, but we won't—we're P·B for life!"

Joe Ga was taken aback and then shook his head, saying, "I run a rcenary company, I pay rcenaries.

When you're old and can't fight, are you expecting to pay your retirent without you taking a penny back ho? Are you expecting to support you in your old age?"

Kuba paused for a mont, then shook his head decisively, saying, "Boss, it's different—we're different!

You give us the opportunity, we could be just like the special forces guys!

Honestly, if we were in Central Africa, I wouldn't fear them at all…"

Joe Ga was amused by Kuba's stance and, shaking his head, said, "So, does this 'different' an you should be especially obedient?"

"Of course!"

Joe Ga looked at Kuba, standing tall and proud, patted him on the back, and laughed, "If you're obedient, we won't go out…

'Ferryman', 'Goat', 'Iron Hamr' are off to the east, where the armored group's experts could be hiding.

You've said yourself that you're strong in Central Africa, so why go there and be easy pickings?"

Saying that, Joe Ga heard footsteps behind him. He looked over as old Karman and non approached. Patting Kuba's back, he chuckled, "Hurry up and train with . When I think you're ready, I'll let you and non organize a team.

But, I hear your learning progress isn't so hot—if you can't even recognize all the characters, you can't lead a team."

Hearing the word 'learning,' Kuba scratched his head in distress. They had joined P·B as illiterate adults and, while they could beco familiar with various special warfare equipnt through rote morization, they still struggled with complex tactics and computers.

'Literacy' was a hurdle that the formidable Sangha Ghosts had to clear, and until they did, Joe Ga would never allow them onto the middle or high-intensity battlefields to asure up against experts, because illiterates were always at the bottom!

Mosul Base was rather run-down, but it didn't lack necessary items, and with the supplies brought by Boss Qiao, the base was becoming more and more complete.

On the standard drill field with a 400-ter track, many rcenaries were already doing their morning exercises.

The field was dotted with all sorts of 'prison workout equipnt': rough barbells, single bars, double bars, wooden obstacle walls, deep ditches—it had everything.