King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 853 - 853 766 Preparing for a Rainy Day

853: Chapter 766: Preparing for a Rainy Day 853: Chapter 766: Preparing for a Rainy Day Joe Ga stepped out of the building and did not evacuate imdiately.

Instead, he wandered around the African Arican community that was emitting a so-called “Howling,” accompanied by Ayu and Dorian.

Initially, they circled the periter of the community, and then started to inspect areas a bit further out.

The fear instigated by the Howling Apartnt was not only effective against those African Aricans, but also affected the neighboring police, FBI, and even HRT.

In the eyes of these law enforcent agencies, while the ‘Howling’ itself was manageable, it was the unabashed disregard for law enforcent legality in creating the Howling that truly frightened them.

Peaceful nations’ urban law enforcent and special city operations units can hardly grasp the logic of warfare.

In fact, even many who initially joined the P·B T1 team could not comprehend the mindset of Boss Joe, who fought fiercely even against the weakest foes.

They didn’t fear death; rather, they considered such actions unnecessary, lacking in technical finesse.

This was the thinking of folks like “Hellhound.”

Only those like the Jazz Squad, who had broken a certain psychological barrier, could truly understand that ‘efficient’ and ‘decisive’ thods are the best on the battlefield.

Politicians popular with soldiers are always those who could clear the path for ‘efficiency’ and ‘decisiveness.’

Certainly not those shouting about freedom and democracy who, despite having overwhelming firepower, expose soldiers to pointless risks for political reasons.

And Boss Joe was exactly the kind of person who could disregard political influences for his troops.

What restrained their fierce tendencies was their boss’s conscience, not how others viewed them!

Seeing every passing policeman and FBI agent showing a look of respect to him, Joe Ga smiled contentedly…

Looking at Ayu still walking beside him with a shield, Joe Ga chuckled, “King Kong, did you ever imagine that one day you would act as a law enforcer in Arica?”

Ayu was montarily stunned, then said, “Us, law enforcers?

Boss, I thought we were avenging Eric…”

Joe Ga was amused by Ayu’s innocence, nodded, and said: “Thinking that way is fine too.

Our main goal is to avenge Eric; these African Arican terrorists are just the bargaining chips we’re using to obtain the ‘license.'”

As Joe Ga spoke, they reached a construction site behind the community…

Noticing a van parked a short distance away with its rear lights smashed, Joe Ga felt sothing, slowly drawing closer…

When he was about 5 ters away from the van, the vehicle’s doors suddenly burst open.

Two African Aricans wearing baseball caps, running wildly while trying to shoot at them with handguns.

Such a level of crossfire was hardly a risk for Joe Ga and his team; regular soldiers wouldn’t react this way, and amateur gang mbers wouldn’t even get a chance to pull the trigger, let alone hit their target.

If they were hit in such a situation, it wouldn’t be their capabilities at fault, but rather, they might need to find a shaman to dispel their bad luck.

As the two African Aricans rushed out of the van, they ran toward the complex terrain of the construction site, covering their mouths and noses with one hand and lifting the other in a run…

Joe Ga wasn’t sure what this habit was; perhaps these brothers thought covering their mouths and noses with their hands could prevent random shell casings from hitting their faces…

He and Dorian almost simultaneously raised their guns…

“Bang, bang”

“Bang, bang”

Both fired twice, Dorian hitting one African Arican’s ribs with both bullets, while Joe Ga shot one in the ribs and one in the head.

The two African Aricans stiffened like they were shocked by high voltage, collapsing instantly.

While Dorian rushed to confiscate their weapons, Joe Ga went to the driver’s side, opened the door to take a look inside, then smiled in satisfaction.

While Ayu stayed on guard, he extracted an ‘energetic explosive’ from inside the van.

As police sirens started sounding in the distance, Boss Joe leaned on the car door, calling his friends.

Since Tang the Big Mouth was unpopular with the dia, Boss Joe had to leverage his entire circle of friends.

He didn’t need today’s events completely downplayed but rather hoped these journalists would find a more favorable angle for P·B.

Not to emphasize P·B’s unrestrained behavior, but to highlight the urgency of the situation…

The viciousness of the terrorists, the safety of children, the non-cooperation of the community residents…

Using the items found at three terrorist assembly points, infer what could have happened if no action had been taken.

Above all, emphasize a ‘helplessness’!

Then Boss Joe could take the bla publicly, apologize, and even offer to pay so unlucky brothers’ dical expenses, but he would never recognize any compensation demands.

Because accepting ans admitting he was wrong!

As long as the dia doesn’t significantly deviate, neither political party will be proactive in troubling Boss Joe since he is the problem solver they pay for.

If both parties keep quiet, dia people won’t create trouble for nothing.

As long as mainstream voices don’t attack P·B, the matter would be considered settled.

As for whether the African Aricans would hate P·B, Joe Ga simply didn’t care!

No one can please everyone; these Arican brothers are entirely different from the Xiao Heis in Central Africa.

They were neither a group Joe Ga needed to win over nor were they his target clients.

Taking the bla was to give others an explanation; should these brothers dare cause trouble at the New Jersey Farm, it would serve them right if they got killed.

Alicia from the Justice Departnt received a call from Joe Ga in the middle of the night and started to sigh deeply…

But this strong-willed woman really stepped up; she imdiately notified so dia friends, first told them the explosive news, and then hinted at the stance of the Justice Departnt.

Then ca Gami, who was still in Africa handling banking affairs.

This big sister imdiately contacted all the dia reporters she had control over, including many from European outlets.

She had them carefully edit and then dispatch the explosive news and all first-hand information provided by Joe Ga.

By the way, this domineering big sister also made a phone call that yanked Stuart Walton, the CNN prince from Montana, right out of bed.

She had him fly to New York to supervise their ‘unscrupulous dia people’, threatening to kick them out if they dared say a bad word about Boss Joe.

Finally, it ca to the folks at Big Mouth Don.

However, Don was unusually thrilled by such a situation.

His political stance and supporters are not those unlucky black guys, but rather the white farrs and industrial workers deep in financial crisis.

These people were the core middle class of Arica during the 70s to 90s.

They paid the most taxes and did the most work, once the most vibrant and happiest people in the world, and the envy of people under the global industrial economy.

But the Arican Governnt and the Federal Reserve, with their policies dominated by financial capital, knocked them down.

When the economic situation worsens, the rise of nationalism is almost inevitable, and no country is an exception.

In Arica, that ans a mix of nationalism and racism!

Big Mouth Don just targeted this group’s ntality, so how could he possibly care about so black people?

This guy not only readily agreed to Boss Joe’s request but pestered repeated inquiries…

“So, those people attacked because they are worried that I will make Arica great again, right?”

Joe Ga was amused by this guy’s shalessness, but still, Boss Joe pinched his nose and said: “The specific details require a joint report from the Departnt of Holand Security and the FBI.

However, I did hear so people discussing you during the attack, and it wasn’t anything good.

If anyone interviews , I’ll tell the outside world the truth…”

Upon hearing this, Don said with satisfaction: “Thanks, Hu Lang!

I think those terrorists attacked because they find scarier than that old woman Rashiri, they’re afraid of , afraid I’ll end their terrorism…”

Joe Ga paused for a mont, then said in dismay: “Dude, do you really want to say that?

There are still several dirty bombs not found in Arica…”

Don sighed after hearing this and said: “Well, those guys are madn.

No one understands them better than .

Once I beco president, I’ll give you a contract, and you’ll be responsible for wiping them out.”

Hearing Don’s shalessly boastful promises, Joe Ga couldn’t help but laugh, and so he said: “I’ll wait then, I have significant influence in the Middle East now, I can handle contracts around a billion dollars.”

Don seed shaken by Joe Ga’s ‘big appetite’, and after a pause, he said: “Hu Lang, if you truly play a key role, nothing is impossible.

I think instead of letting the Pentagon send money to burn in Aqionghan, it’s better to give it to so professional companies.”

Joe Ga laughed at Don’s ‘ambition’, sneering: “Thanks for the kindness, I guess we’d better not contact too much from now on, otherwise when the Pentagon sends soone to deal with you, I worry you might drag into it.

Buddy, the military-industrial complex’s cake is untouchable, I fucking count on you to last a few more years…”

“Why?

Those bastards have wasted too much money, if I beco president I must control them, otherwise I can’t squeeze out the money to revive the industry.

No one likes to believe a president who talks big, I must take my promises seriously.”

Don spoke earnestly, but since Joe Ga watched a few episodes of the variety show tailor-made for Don, he could no longer look straight at this ‘domineering CEO’.

A lot of Aricans like him, but as a person from China, watching that kind of show is really cringe-worthy!

Possibly led by prior impressions, he just felt this guy was unreliable.

Joe Ga was very clear that controlling an Arican president was impossible; if Don wanted to hit a snag, he could go ahead.

Now, with the ‘Heinz Debt List’, P.B.

had already ford an effective network among mid-level military officers in the Pentagon.

This network wasn’t massive, but as long as it solved upper-level problems to secure contracts, the remaining contract implentation would be effortless for P.B.

Not only does this save a substantial amount of PR costs, but it’s also very efficient.

It’s all about money; in the past, without insiders, one had to go around finding people to lobby, making connections through various joints, both ti-consuming and labor-intensive.

Now that’s not necessary, most of the joints have ‘our own people’, as long as Boss Joe can secure contracts, everyone in the network who can help gets paid, and even those who can’t help get a little benefit.

Such as so clean job holders, they couldn’t get too many benefits themselves, but their children could obtain zero-interest loans from Boss Joe for education.Eventually, if there is no job after graduation, Boss Joe could also offer help.

Leaving other things aside, these people’s children get placed in the military, even if they can’t soar high, with this network, why fear hardship?

‘Everyone for , and I for everyone!

Everyone keeps their money in Boss Joe’s bank, take it if you want, or leave it there to ‘earn interest’.

Boss Joe doesn’t promise you’ll make a fortune, but a 5% annual turnover is guaranteed, you don’t even need to do anything complex, just buy bonds from North Kivu.

Don can go after Pentagon if he wants, Boss Joe has no objections, but when he realized he couldn’t lead Don’s thoughts, Joe Ga decisively decided to distance himself from this guy…

This was the last ti he called him.

Eric is already confird safe; from now on, let Eric contact him.

This motherfucker getting too close to Don risks an air crash!