King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 843 - 843 758 Friendly Forces

843: Chapter 758: Friendly Forces 843: Chapter 758: Friendly Forces “Hellhound” drove into the P·B farm, and then saw his fellows had already arrived.

“Saint” and the others were sitting at what looked like the entrance to the reception center, devouring hot dogs and tacos.

To “Hellhound’s” surprise, Jack Heinz was also there.

The two parties had worked together for a while in Syria, and the prisoner squad led by Jack Heinz had left a deep impression on him.

Although they were betrayed by their own during the attack on ISIS, they had cooperated very well…

Watching the impressively large “Bone Crusher” heaving around a drink dispenser to yield a can of Coke, “Hellhound” furrowed his brows as he approached and reached out to shake Jack’s hand, saying, “You’ve run into trouble too?”

Jack Heinz had already talked with “Saint” about it, and with a bitter smile, he said, “Of the prisoner squad, only ‘Bone Crusher’ and I are left alive, and now we’re being targeted, I want to leave Arica, so…”

“Hellhound” nodded understandingly and said, “Temporarily leaving is a good choice, that’s what I was thinking too.

First, we need a safe place to settle down…”

As he spoke, “Hellhound” said with a bitter smile, “At the sa ti, we need money!

Those people are defaming us just to shut us up, so we’ll shut up.”

Jack Heinz was shocked for a mont, then said, “Haven’t you guys asked for help from higher ups?

You guys are…”

As Jack realized sothing, he shook his head helplessly and said, “Alright, you’ve been abandoned too, right?

But you guys had it much better than us, at least they didn’t think of getting rid of you, but just wanted you to shut up.”

“Hellhound” shook his head noncommittally and said, “Who knows…”

Jack bitterly shook his head and said, “Yeah, who knows?”

While the two were talking, “Spur” drove a golf cart over.

He stopped at the entrance to the reception center and waved to the group of soldiers who looked a bit weary, saying, “Hey, guys, our boss wants to see you…”

Jack and “Hellhound” exchanged a glance, then picked up their luggage and put it in the back of the electric cart.

Feeling the cart shake, “Spur” looked back and grinned, saying, “It looks like you ca prepared, which at least ans you’re still in good shape.”

“Hellhound” and Jack imdiately picked up the subtext in “Spur’s” words, and they took the seats at the front…

“Hellhound” waited for “Spur” to start the vehicle before asking, “What happened?”

“Spur” shrugged his shoulders and said, “We found a group of ISIS terrorists, but our boss doesn’t trust Holand Security or the FBI people.

Our boss now needs competent hands…”

Jack, in disbelief, said, “P·B’s short on hands too?”

“Spur” looked disdainfully at Jack and said, “Do you know how large our boss’s territory is?

Arica isn’t the main focus for our boss, the P·B branch is staffed with security personnel, not special forces.”

Hearing this, “Hellhound” said with a wry smile, “We just happen to be special forces…”

“Spur” looked at the bitter-faced “Hellhound,” chuckled, and said, “Buddy, don’t look so unwilling.

Didn’t you co here because you ran into trouble and then wanted to find a job?

I once was HRT, and at first, I also felt uncomfortable, but soon I found that maybe P·B has more sense of honor than the teams we used to serve.”

As he spoke, “Spur” seed to have eyes at the back of his head, flipping off “Gunpowder” with a backhand, then said, “We’ve been through so incomprehensible missions; most of the ti, the higher-ups tell us not to ask questions, then send us off to a shrink, and then offer so ds to go back and get high…

I can tell you, I’ve never experienced such things at P·B.

We are rcenaries, but our boss’s conscience lets us do anything—even killing—without ever doubting, ‘did I do sothing wrong?’

P·B has so many ‘nutcases’ that you can’t count them on two hands, but now they rarely act up, because we can always sleep soundly with a clear conscience!”

“Gunpowder,” with a hot temper and the kind of obstinacy that never admits defeat, twisted his mouth and said, “You talk as if you’re all law-abiding little white flowers.

Where did you hide your Boys Scout dal?

Show it to .”

“Spur” laughed heartily and said, “‘Gunpowder’, don’t be stubborn.

You’ve mingled with our boss in Tubruq, and again in Iraq.

Tell , has our boss ever done sothing that you thought was wrong?

By your standards, isn’t our boss practically a saint?”

Hearing this, “Gunpowder” muttered grumpily, then said annoyed, “Yes, your saintly boss took 5,000 bucks from , and now I have to work for him.

FUCK, I actually kind of like him…

Do you think if I asked him to lend ten thousand, he would?

I’ve got kids now, and I don’t know how long I’ll live; I need to prepare so living expenses for them.”

“Spur” stopped the cart in front of a small building, got out curiously, and looked at “Gunpowder,” saying, “There’s actually a woman willing to have children with you?

Did she do it for a passport or is she visually impaired?”

“Gunpowder” shrugged and said, “Casey was the prettiest dancer I’ve ever t, maybe she just likes my type.

She’s decided not to dance anymore and is thinking of moving back to her hotown in Texas.

I need to scrape so cash together for her to raise my kids.”

Listening, “Spur” looked at “Gunpowder” with an expression of amazent and said, “Buddy, you’ve made see you in a new light!

You’ve t a good woman!

If you’re willing to join us, I’m personally willing to sponsor you with 2,000 bucks.”

“Gunpowder” smirked and said, “Then you can fork over the cash now because I have no choice.”

“Working for a Saint ain’t too shabby, eh?” Joe Ga said.

“FUCK YOU!!” ‘Gunpowder’ yelled, just as Joe Ga, from the second floor, threw a bullet that hit him on the head and cursed, “‘Gunpowder’, you still owe five grand.

Considering I’m a ‘Saint’, shouldn’t you pay back first?”

Facing his creditor, ‘Gunpowder’ simply chose to screw it up…

“I’m broke.

If you think my ass is worth sothing, I could sleep with you tonight.”

Joe Ga gave ‘Gunpowder’ the middle finger with both hands, then waved over to ‘Hellhound’ and called out, “Buddy, co up here, you’ve co at the perfect ti; I need your help.”

Sothing didn’t sit right with ‘Hellhound’…

It’s not that Boss Joe’s attitude was bad, it was too good.

Knowing well they ca for help, Boss Joe didn’t put on airs but instead proactively offered ‘assistance’.

This made the proud SEALs feel comfortable and touched!

Only Jack Heinz and ‘Bone Crusher,’ who’d been left hanging out front all afternoon, were sowhat unhappy.

However, Jack had a complex relationship with Joe Ga and thought the treatnt he received was enough.

‘Hellhound’ patted the silent ‘Saint’ on the shoulder and said, “Let’s go, having such a boss wouldn’t be bad!

You can’t die; an autistic child is a tornt for parents.

But money can alleviate that condition…”

Joe Ga formally t with ‘Hellhound’ and the others in the conference room…

Boss Joe hugged each of them laughingly, then naturally drew them in as one of their own, pulling them up to the table and began explaining the attack target.

The table was covered with street photos, photos of the target building, and the more complex interior structure plan of the residential building was being printed, just waiting for everyone to finalize their targets and get the blueprints for their considerations…

Joe Ga watched ‘Hellhound’ quickly get to work, walked over to ‘Gunpowder’, and tapped his arm, asking with a smile, “You’ve got a kid now?

A boy or a girl?”

‘Gunpowder’ replied with a bit of pride, “A little princess.

I freaked out the first ti I saw her; she was only this big…”

He gestured to show the size, then with a fierce expression, continued, “I’ve only seen her twice, FUCK, I didn’t even get to think of a na…”

Joe Ga could guess the predicant they were in…

Arica would allow people rescued by Halliburton to sue the company but would never acknowledge their identities…

Because once acknowledged, the State Departnt’s deals with Turkey and the dirty secrets of betrayal on the battlefield would be substantiated.

The SEALs’ plight was relatively better compared to Jack Heinz’s misfortune.

Joe Ga knew early on that those guys would target ‘Hellhound’ and his team; the harder the SEALs tried to restore their status, the harsher the suppression they would face.

He had hinted to Big Mouth Tang to contact these ‘SEALs,’ firstly to use them in striking Rashiri’s camp.

Secondly, it was to hint to them that continuing this way was futile, that resolving such issues must rely on political power, not so-called legal forces.

Big Mouth Tang was a pri candidate for leveraging!

However, it is a pity that either Big Mouth Tang’s people failed to show enough sincerity, or the SEALs had no intention of betraying their past; they still hoped the system would yield a fair outco…

So everything began to deteriorate!

Those people were sane enough not to murder them; they were simply trying to stigmatize them.

As long as ‘Hellhound’ and his n were stigmatized, the dia-controlling elites wouldn’t have to worry about them anymore.

Joe Ga sympathized with these ‘SEALs,’ so he never ntioned their sufferings.

Because ‘revenge’ for them was almost an impossible choice!

They were up against a huge interest group, revenge by soldiers could kill one, ten, or even a hundred people, but they could not defeat an interest group.

Especially when they had families to feed!

Without enough leverage, Joe Ga couldn’t help them prove ‘SEALs are SEALs’!

Because the repercussions of those in power admitting their mistakes weighed so significantly more than a few SEALs in their eyes.

Seeing the fire in ‘Gunpowder’s eyes, Joe Ga sighed and said, “Well, now you can start thinking of a na for your child…

Don’t let a woman take the kid to Texas.

Call her, tell her to co to New Jersey, I’ll arrange a job for her.”

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at ‘Gunpowder,’ whose eyes suddenly widened, and patted him heavily on the shoulder, saying, “I may not be able to help you regain your identity, but I can ensure the safety of your families.

Maybe I can even help you fight for the honors and retirent benefits you deserve!”

On hearing this, ‘Gunpowder’ grabbed Joe Ga’s arm and shouted, “How do we do this?”

Joe Ga pointed to the docunts on the table and said, “Do the right thing!

After it’s all over, as long as you promise not to lose your temper, I’ll have the Pentagon people co and personally give you your dals!

They ought to make an exception for you!

Because you’ve given far too much!”