King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 849 - 849 763 Great Painful Kill

849: Chapter 763: Great Painful Kill 849: Chapter 763: Great Painful Kill Joe Ga led his team back into the vehicle and drove towards where ‘Sharp Knife Squad’ was located.

About fifteen kiloters away, Joe Ga and his n arrived only to find that ‘Jazz Squad’ had actually reached there even earlier.

The two groups converged on a street, with several patrol cars that did not dare to enter the riot area parked nearby.

The fully ard Jazz Squad, sporting Holand Security badges, was a sight that filled the local police with great anticipation.

It was an odd feeling for a bunch of Arican cops to rely on a signal from the Russians to rescue their community.

As Joe Ga stepped out of the vehicle, a middle-aged police officer, who appeared to have a higher rank, wanted to co over for a closer look.

But the mont he saw the hulking figure of Ayu, the fellow’s hand, originally extended towards Boss Joe, very ‘naturally’ ended up scratching his own head…

He then turned around and shouted to the other officers: “Continue to call for backup, tell them to block the surrounding streets, we can’t let the riot spread further.”

Joe Ga, unaware of what had transpired, curiously glanced at the police officers, then took two boxes of ammunition from the trunk…

Placing the ammunition on the hood of the minivan, Joe Ga beckoned to the Jazz Squad, saying, “A riot can drive many people crazy; these brothers, once they get started, are utterly unreasonable.

Killing them all would be too much for to handle, these are bullet ant toxin bullets, the rifle rounds have an effective range of 100 ters, pistol rounds 40 ters.

As long as it’s not a close-range shot to a vital area, it mostly won’t be lethal, but it will disable these guys.”

Crow picked up a 5.45 rifle round with a translucent tip and frowned slightly, asking, “How long does it take to take effect?”

Joe Ga spread his hands and said, “From my experience, it’s almost instantaneous.

Getting hit by it feels like being stabbed with a red-hot iron, the pain magnifies instantly.

It’s about like taking a heavy hit to the liver, only it lasts much longer.”

Joe Ga continued with a smile, “Based on my assessnt of the black guys here in Arica, a little bit of pain can crush them.

Gangs born in a place where one can eat on welfare without working, frankly, have a very low ceiling.

Trust , using these will be very satisfying as we go in…”

Crow listened, showing a grin, and said, “I get it, it’s to intimidate them!”

Joe Ga felt that Crow might have misunderstood his intention; he simply did not want to bear the burden of a massacre, hence the change to non-lethal ammunition.

After all, most of these local guys had done no wrong to him.

But Crow’s interpretation wasn’t far off.

Nothing is more daunting than agonizing screams!

Even the toughest guy, faced with bullet ant toxin, has to lie on the ground and howl with pain.

Crow decisively ordered his fellow Jazz Squad mbers to change their gear, each carrying 6 magazines, four loaded with toxin bullets and two with live rounds, and 3 pistol magazines, all live rounds.

Then these Russians gave up on grenades and strapped on flashbangs and gas.

Joe Ga didn’t play it as safe as the Jazz Squad; he trusted his own manufactured bullets and the only live rounds he carried were for the Super Jagare’s 1 2 magazines.

For shooting toxin bullets with a pistol, Boss Joe’s M9 had a higher capacity.

Dorian gave up the MP7, picked up a G36C to match the boss’s rifle caliber, and the rest of Team A, excluding Ayu who continued to use the Minimi, all chose the sa HK416 as the boss.

However, in their choice of ammunition, they followed the sa ratio as Jazz Squad.

These guys were different from Boss Joe; in their eyes, the handgun was the last line of defense and they couldn’t afford to use unfamiliar ammunition under any circumstances.

Dorian marked his magazines with red tape, slotted them into his tactical vest pockets, and loaded his grenade launcher with 6 smoke grenades, also hanging a pouch filled with smoke grenades around himself, and said, “Boss, we’re ready…”

Joe Ga quickly checked his gear, racked the slide to chamber a round for his HK416, then looked over at Crow, who looked extrely cool chambering a round into his AK109, and smiled, saying, “Let’s go…”

Crow took off his night vision goggles and put them in his bag, activated the thermal fusion holographic sight on his gun, tested it, and said, “These guys have no idea how to fight, use smoke grenades to lead the way, let’s go straight in.”

Boss Joe really liked Crow’s decisive and straightforward style.

He turned and patted Ayu’s shoulder, consciously positioning himself within the cover provided by Ayu’s shield, then called out to Dorian, “Elephant, smoke grenades, let’s go…”

Dorian grinned with a ‘hehe’ laugh, hoisted the grenade launcher and fired six smoke grenades towards the distant streets.

As the smoke rose, everyone spread out and took cover in the darkness, breaking into the streetlamps’ area shrouded by smoke.

Several black guys holding guns were alerted to soone’s approach, but they couldn’t tell who it was.

As they sought a way out amidst the smoke, several bullets found them.

A skinny black man with a large gold chain around his neck, whose jeans looked ready to drop at any mont, let out a pained yelp in the smoke, bounced once, and then curled up mid air, crashing to the ground and emitting an extrely pitiful howl.

The few guys next to the unlucky brother were startled.

As they turned to run, several more bullets hit their bodies.

Being struck by a bullet, the pain may take seconds or even tens of seconds to kick in, but hit by a toxin bullet, agony almost instantly surged through their nerves like a tidal wave.

Arica’s healthcare system is all about ‘humanitarian care’, it’s almost habitual to administer painkillers for any ache.

Compared to their African brothers, these black guys had almost no tolerance to pain.

An unearthly howl rose from the smoke-filled streets, montarily silencing the residents of the buildings on both sides.

A black guy with a big gold chain, seeing a dozen dark figures with guns breaking through the smoke, thought not of grabbing his gun but flailed his arms, crying out loud for help…

“I need to see a doctor, FUCK, I pissed my pants…”

Dorian and Spurs rapidly approached to check on them, kicked away the weapons on these guys, then amid the big chain wearer’s wails, they each fired another shot into their thighs, turning their ‘chorus’ much more plaintive and simultaneously paralyzing their movents.

These were ard n, and according to P·B’s previous standards for attacking, these ‘dangerous individuals’ with guns should be dead by now.

This was to thoroughly eliminate potential future troubles…

‘Crow’ wasn’t satisfied with that; he signaled Jazz Squad to collect the weapons on the ground, separated bullets from the magazines, and threw the magazines into the sewer.

While everyone was busily howling and moving, Dorian once again raised his grenade launcher, firing six smoke grenades toward a small square surrounded by three residential buildings.

As smoke rose to cover that area, masses of howling crazed black n began to panic and run in all directions.

Joe Ga patted Ayu on the shoulder, and everyone began to shoot indiscriminately.

Whoever you are, running around at this ti ant getting shot.

The bullets wouldn’t kill, and the ant’s toxin actually had so beneficial effects on rheumatoid arthritis.

Ayu didn’t even fire.

Shield in hand, she advanced, protecting her boss and smoothly transforming several screaming black guys into ‘howling angels’.

When dozens of black n scread simultaneously, the gang mbers in the residential buildings who had been shooting at each other across tens of ters fell silent, then beca bewildered.

They didn’t dare fire indiscriminately at the small square like terrorists; after all, their own people were there.

As a few gang leaders bravely ordered their n to form teams to go down and check, and turned themselves to slip away, Joe Ga and his team entered the building where ‘Hellhound’ and his group were located.

These old residential buildings were renovated from old structures around the 1980s.

Their interiors had been remodeled many tis, with spaces utilized as much as possible, resulting in crowded corridors and nurous rooms.

The mont Joe Ga’s team entered, they encountered resistance…

A few wildly overweight black won weren’t scared of them at all.

They rushed out, blocking the corridor, spitting and cursing Joe’s ass…

Seeing one of the most formidable black won bare her teeth and claws, trying to rush over and fight, Joe Ga decisively pulled the trigger, hitting the strong sister’s thigh, and then…

“Ah…”

A piercing scream echoed through the entire first floor.

Several black n peeking out of their houses decisively pulled back and then slamd the doors shut fiercely.

To Joe Ga’s surprise, he thought gunfire and the woman’s scream would scare away the others.

Instead, the rest of the won, as if their tails were stepped on, scread and turned to run…

“The police killed soone…”

Joe Ga was amused and angered, fired a shot at the ceiling, and then yelled loudly, “Yes, we are the cops, run for it, we’re fucking scary!”

But what Joe Ga didn’t expect was that the black community living in the sa neighborhood was more united than he imagined.

With those won’s screams, people erged from the first floor with all sorts of ragtag weapons.

That’s when Joe Ga finally understood what ‘complicated situation’ really ant.

This was a damn hornet’s nest…

These black guys took the logic of ‘safety in numbers’ to the extre, and their heads heated up easily, inclining them towards rash actions.

They definitely wouldn’t dare do this in broad daylight facing the police, but the community gave them a sense of security; chaos had their minds overheating.

Joe Ga watched as a dozen people surrounded a leading man charging towards them aggressively, doors of rooms on both sides opening, and so people peeking out with phones shooting videos…

Joe Ga couldn’t be sure if any of these people were ard or if there were any terrorists among them, so…

“Take them down…”

“Bang, bang, bang…”

“Ah…”

“Ah…”

“Mama…”