King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 760 - 760 695 Endless Business

760: Chapter 695: Endless Business 760: Chapter 695: Endless Business Truth be told, Joe Ga couldn’t care less about how things would unfold, because no matter how much ISIS jumped around, it wouldn’t affect P.B.’s core interests…

The advantage of having the main base in Central Africa was evident now; if ISIS wanted to make trouble in that godforsaken place, they couldn’t even sort out the transportation issues.

A bunch of fanatical Middle Eastern MSL heading there would probably get devoured alive by the locals before they could even lay their hands on P.B.’s lair.

The longer ISIS jumped around, the more prosperous the business of humanitarian corridors beca.

The crazier ISIS appeared, the broader the operational space for private military forces beca.

While Joe Ga was having breakfast, the scumbag King of Monaco had already made a call to his cell phone.

This guy couldn’t get in touch with his great warlord wife and made a call to Boss Qiao to complain…

“Hu Lang, you need to talk so sense into Charlene; Monaco is the one she should be protecting.

The situation in Europe isn’t great right now, and the people of Monaco want so sense of security!

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Joe Ga almost sprayed the mutton soup he was drinking out of his nose…

The mighty King of Monaco actually couldn’t even locate his wife, and from his tone, it seed like he had encountered so sort of threat…

After inquiring in detail, Joe Ga understood that France was now the country under the most stress after Arica; the last ti people from Monaco caused a ruckus, it made the Pri Minister of France yield, and now they were facing the consequences…

Albert II received a notice that Europe might experience frequent terrorist threats, France itself was too busy to handle it, and Monaco probably had to figure sothing out with its great warlord Princess.

But now, Charlene had run off to Sangha Town to throw a little prince party with Nis and the others, completely ignoring his calls, so Albert II had no choice but to call Boss Qiao.

This was indeed a serious matter; Monaco had paid their protection fees, and just for the sake of P.B.’s reputation, they couldn’t be neglected.

So, Joe Ga decisively made a call to Charlene, instructing her to deploy “the Princess’s Marine Corps” aboard a ship to guard the Monaco port 24 hours a day.

Then, Boss Qiao specifically called upon the Ferryman, mainly composed of French SAS, to return to Baghdad with him.

He planned to take them with him to Monaco to pick up the ‘Professor,’ and leave them there when the ti arrived.

For a nation of only 2 square kiloters, such a powerful special forces unit was more than enough.

Having sorted out the Monaco issue, Boss Qiao thought he could have a peaceful mont, but he truly had not expected that, with the terrorists running rampant, P.B.’s business would actually explode…

The Libyan National Army’s Haftar was under huge pressure recently; the movents of al-Qaeda brought his war with the Governnt of National Accord to a halt, and the security situation within the territory of the National Army was becoming increasingly dire, so he sought P.B.’s aid for reinforcents, saying the price was negotiable.

Those corrupt officials in Iraq actually didn’t trust their own special forces and, bypassing Steven, called Qiao directly one after another, requesting P.B.

to increase their security provision.

The Chinese Energy Group suddenly beca discontent with the security situation, generously throwing out a large security budget, demanding P.B.

to coordinate more rcenaries to take charge of security around the oil fields.

Due to recent staff shortages, the U.S.

Departnt of Justice asked to pull people from P.B.’s New Jersey Branch to New York, California, Florida, and other federal departnts for security work.

The Swedish Royal family, because of an idiot burning religious texts in front of the governnt doors, worried about security issues, so they left the old King alone to govern the country while the rest of the family rushed to Ndele, planning to freeload off P.B.’s security until things blew over before returning ho.

The most outrageous part was when Pri Minister Caron of England gave Joe Ga a call, asking if he had any interest in taking over the security of the British Energy Group’s oil fields in Iraq, stating the price was negotiable and suggesting they could collaborate for now and potentially explore deeper cooperation in the future…

Joe Ga was stunned by this call; he worried there was a catch and began to carefully inquire only to learn that after Thompson released the confessions of the captives sent to Central Africa, the Middle Eastern power of said group had been completely shattered.

It wasn’t just ISIS hamring them; Turkey, Seville, and the Kurds were too.

With Turkey being actively involved in the civil war in Syria and Seville being one of the suppliers of military ordinance to the Syrian Governnt Forces,

these two tead up to scatter the armored group’s troops in Syria and then went on to curse them openly in the dia afterward.

Following ISIS, the extre Kurdish Eagle organization continuously attacked the England Energy Company…

What’s worse is that due to various issues, the Asian headquarters of the armored group on Harbour Island faced consecutive security investigations.

For so unknown reason, those Harbour Island tycoons began changing security companies, causing a precipitous decline in the armored group’s business.

Boss Qiao took his revenge from morning till night, which was vividly demonstrated in this armored group incident.

As for how much the armored group had lost, Joe Ga could only guess, but this feud was set in stone now, and there would probably be a showdown when they next t.

As Joe Ga was on the phone, a circle of people gradually gathered around him; his calls beca as busy as custor service hotlines after Singles’ Day, and as he talked, Boss Qiao couldn’t take it anymore, ending up with several people around him taking notes,

Those rcenary group frontline commanders swallowed their envy with their breakfast and made a call to their own bosses, then shalessly sidled up to get on familiar terms with Boss Qiao.

A few were quite bold, directly asking Joe Ga if he was interested in outsourcing the business?

They seed ready to quit their jobs and start their own ventures, suggesting they could take on contracts in Joe’s hands for half the price and still get the job done.

To be honest, Joe was bewildered.

P·B had been established for several years now, but he had rarely taken on security missions, and certainly hadn’t expected so many to co all at once…

And where did P·B get so many personnel from?

The business in Iraq was manageable…

The contract from China Energy Group was clearly a gesture of goodwill to Joe, and it wasn’t hard to handle the corrupt Iraqi officials.

With so many rcenary groups hungry for work, Joe could easily outsource the contracts and solve the problem.

The situation in Libya wasn’t much of an issue either, as Tubruq was gradually getting on the right track with adequate military strength.

But the Arican branch was stretched thin…

The most well-inford people in the US were those on Wall Street in New York, where recently, the highly active Princess Amina, Monica, and the sister Gami were practically walking advertisents.

Additionally, the relatively inexpensive rates advertised on P·B’s public web page had the phone lines at the New Jersey Branch almost exploding.

Unfortunately, the New Jersey Branch lacked the manpower; they couldn’t outsource services required by the wealthy, as any issues wouldn’t just result in lawsuits but also tarnish the company’s reputation, so they could only regretfully watch as big orders passed them by.

However, none of this compared to the headline ‘Russians Protect Princess’ which thrust P·B into the spotlight.

Princess Amina, Wall Street bully Gami and the newly famous socialite Monica – just these three were holding up a trendous amount of web traffic.

The manager of the New Jersey Farm, ‘Jackal’, was Russian, and most of his capable hires were naturally fellow Russians – after all, they were cheap, effective, and no-nonsense.

These guys also didn’t know much about PR, only posting their training videos on P·B’s website.

In the past, this approach hadn’t worked well because without flashy effects or breath-taking edits, the bold semaphore flags just seed like a notch above the average person.

But when the traffic surged and experts outside began to notice the company’s existence, the situation began to shift.

Even more so, so people managed to find P·B’s main site through the Arican branch’s page, and it seed as though they had opened the door to a new world.

Many ordinary people couldn’t fathom that a private military service company would post every one of their combat videos online, complete with the reasons for the fight, the identity of the opponents, and the legal endorsents of the involved countries.

The shaky videos unexpectedly contained a high level of technical detail.

Being docuntary-style combat videos featuring real bloodshed and death, the tone of the website was exceptionally solemn.

But this did not deter enthusiasts, who delved into research like they had discovered a treasure trove.

So even tried to move P·B’s combat videos to YouTube, but they were too graphic to pass the content review.

Unexpectedly, P·B’s promotional videos went viral!

What Joe didn’t see coming was that the most popular of all was the Lion King Namo.

Then, this majestic yet approachable Lion King incidentally boosted the traffic of Ndele too.

P·B was on fire, but Joe began to worry…

This wasn’t what he had imagined; he was supposed to be enjoying lucrative and low-key earnings from Justice Departnt contracts.

Now, not only celebrities and tycoons were asking for prices, but emails inquiring about services were also flooding the inboxes of the branches in New Jersey and New York, and they simply couldn’t cope.

The feeling of watching large sums of money slip through their fingers was horrible, and it left the rcenaries from other groups green with envy.

Why the hell should we Aricans face bullets and bloodshed in Iraq while a bunch of Russians get to be choosy about safe business?

So a protest strike began on the Mosul frontline…

The rcenaries collectively shut down the damn ‘Ding Ding System’ and set up caras in the base, marching shirtless with written protest statents, arms held high.

They couldn’t clearly articulate what they wanted; they just felt an imbalance that needed to be vented.

But their simple outburst sent shivers down the spines of the high-level executives from the rcenary groups based far away in Baghdad.

If the rcenaries went on strike and breached contracts, their contract paynts would be reduced!

So these people started bombarding Joe with desperate pleas, asking him to stop causing trouble in Mosul and to co to Baghdad quickly…

They suggested there was room for negotiation; you’re the big brother, you get the at, and we’ll be happy with so soup!

Joe, caught between laughter and tears by the chaos, had no choice; he couldn’t really poach people from the front lines, as that would be deeply offensive.

All Joe could do was join in the chant with the rcenaries for a bit, then remind them that if they were to make a fuss, they should do it properly, insisting that anything less than a 10% pay rise was unacceptable.

Then the thriving business magnate took his leave with regrets, boarding the helicopter bound for Baghdad.

Next, four Black Hawks, as if their tails were on fire, hurried to deliver Joe and his party to Baghdad.