King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 711 663 Convergence2

They had lost their military identity, dooming their families to not even receive a penny in compensation.

This matter could be exploited for a major story during the crucial monts of the election!

Helping them out would be best if it could entice SEAL Team Six to co work for one's own benefit, but even if that didn't happen, it would still forge a good relationship.

Having a common enemy with a bunch of fierce warriors actually felt pretty exhilarating. What if one of them couldn't take it anymore and decided to off the old lady? That would certainly simplify things!

The SEALs had families to think about, so they probably wouldn't do it, but the sa couldn't be said for those released from prison.

............

Jack parted ways with 'Iceman' at Baghdad Airport...

He was annoyed with this psychologist, who not only kept an eye on his debt but also treated him like a patient to be studied.

Even though 'Iceman' had pulled him back from the brink of collapse twice, Jack still didn't appreciate the way that guy looked at him.

After watching 'Iceman' leave in a Humvee, Jack found a local taxi, checked his ssages on his phone, and reported the address in fluent Arab.

When Jack arrived at the hotel indicated by the address, he was surprised to find it was a rather luxurious hotel right in the center of Baghdad.

The people coming in and out mostly wore happy smiles on their faces.

It seed strange to Jack that Baghdad wasn't as bad as he had imagined it to be during his journey.

The last ti he'd been here, it wasn't like this...

Jack went to the hotel reception, presented his passport, and received a room card that had already been booked.

As he was about to take the elevator upstairs, two burly n with a familiar air walked into the elevator with him.

The aura about a person is a strange thing; even if they hadn't t at so training ground, they could still make out basic judgnts about each other based on the vibes each gave off...

The SEAL Team Six demolitions expert 'Gunpowder,' not very tall but solidly built, exchanged a glance with 'Prophet,' who always wore a friendly smile and a cross around his neck, then frowned at Jack and said, "I feel like I've seen you sowhere..."

Jack was actually quite happy to encounter soone of his own kind and nodded slightly, saying, "Virginia Beach isn't that big, maybe we've t at a hot dog stand."

With that address ntioned, they had essentially "recognized kinship"...

'Gunpowder' revealed a toothy grin, extended his hand for a shake, and said, "I'm 'Gunpowder.' Perhaps we're here for the sa reason."

Jack nodded slightly and said, "Too bad you're not 'Hellhound'; then I could confirm if we're on the sa path."

'Gunpowder' gestured towards the open elevator door, chuckling as he said, "If you're staying on this floor, then we are likely on the sa side, since this floor has been reserved.

We have a very powerful friend in Iraq, haha..."

Jack, holding his room card, stepped out of the elevator, saying, "I'm in 603, the person I'm looking for is in 601."

'Gunpowder,' a person of volatile and straightforward temperant, had already decided Jack was the one they were waiting for on their side. He patted Jack vigorously on the back and said, "Co with , pal. 'Hellhound' is busy, but I've stashed a bottle of good liquor. Let treat you to a drink."

'Prophet,' who had been sowhat silent, followed the two and suddenly asked as they were about to reach 601, "Why are you alone?"

Jack paused briefly and replied in a slightly somber tone, "I got out..."

The expression in 'Prophet's' eyes flickered, and he asked, "Then you're keeping up well. What have you been doing since you left?"

Jack hesitated for a mont, then offered a wry smile and said, "Being bossed around by a guy nad Hu Lang as his hunting dog..."

Upon hearing this, 'Gunpowder' and 'Prophet' exchanged a surprised glance and said, "The Hu Lang you're talking about, is he the one from P·B?"

Jack nodded reluctantly and admitted, "I'm not acquainted with him, but yes, it's him."

Upon hearing this, 'Gunpowder' draped an arm over Jack's shoulders and said, "Buddy, then we are definitely our own people. Hurry and co with ; Elephant from P·B is inside. You help talk to him—I need a few bottles of whiskey..."

Jack watched 'Gunpowder' with a wry smile and said, "Then you might be disappointed..."

As he said this, Jack watched the door to 601 being pushed open and saw Dorian in the living room of the suite, enthusiastically selling weapons. With a sigh, Jack lanted...

Jack couldn't understand why, just after shaking off 'Iceman,' another 'Elephant' appeared.

Why did the specters of P·B always linger?

Dorian, holding a pricey FN-SCAR in his hand, was vigorously pitching it. Spotting Jack standing outside the door, he grinned broadly and exclaid, "Look who's here?

The young master of the Heinz Family, squad leader of SEAL Team Six, the peace disruptor of Central Africa, the executioner of rcenaries, the dexterous blade in white gloves, the threat to the Princess's safety...

Ah ha~ I'm glad to see you're still alive. Our boss has been concerned about you!"

Jack now had very complex feelings towards P·B, as 'Iceman' had been persistently instilling everything about P·B into him during their psychological counseling.

Exactly how Jack felt now, he couldn't quite say.

Hate?

After being tornted for so long, it seed he didn't hate them as much as he did at the start!