King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 878 - 878 790 A Greatly Transformed Baghdad Base

878: Chapter 790: A Greatly Transford Baghdad Base 878: Chapter 790: A Greatly Transford Baghdad Base Joe Ga slept on the private jet, and by the ti he felt the plane touch down, he had already arrived at the Baghdad Base.

Since it was night, there weren’t many people around the runway.

Joe Ga patiently waited for the plane to be towed into the hangar for refueling and maintenance before he quietly disembarked and got into the off-road vehicle driven by Dorian.

Dorian looked at Bonnie, who stood at the plane’s cabin door waving goodbye to Boss Joe, and with a strange expression said to Joe Ga, “Boss, when did you get into this sort of thing?

How’s it feel to fly with a mistress?”

Joe Ga, still groggy from waking up, was taken aback for a mont before he glanced at Bonnie.

He waved his hand as a farewell gesture and then flipped Dorian the bird, laughing and cursing, “Just drive, her na is Bonnie, the future manager of Sangha Town Bank.

She’s the stereotype of a finance woman, if you’re interested, I support you!”

Dorian stuck his head out the window and waved enthusiastically to Bonnie, then started the car and slowly drove out of the hangar…

“Boss, do you have a bias against won in finance?

I think that girl looks pretty good, and she seems to have a nice personality too…”

Joe Ga looked at Dorian with a contemptuous squint, “When you have a bank in your hands soday, you’ll find that most girls have nice personalities.

It’s not that I’m biased against finance won, but I think won who’ve been soaked in that ‘big money trade’ are fearso!”

Upon hearing this, Dorian firmly disagreed, “I bet most girls in the ‘big money trade’ don’t have C-cups…”

Joe Ga looked at Dorian, who was lust-driven, shook his head with amusent, and said, “Then I’ll give you Bonnie’s number, and arrange for you to work in Sangha Town.

Perhaps it’s easier to score with girls in such a harsh place.”

Dorian shook his head and said, “Boss, I don’t think it’s good to deliberately switch jobs for this kind of thing.

I’ve been alone in Arica for a few days, and I feel like my title as chief bodyguard is starting to shake.

Dragon Gecko calls to check on my family every day!

I’ve decided from today to stick to you like glue to prevent my position from being usurped.”

Joe Ga looked at Dorian with a cold glance and asked, “What exactly happened that’s given you a sense of urgency?”

After a sigh, Dorian said, “Dragon Gecko sent ‘Leech’ and ‘Spider’ over, and he also sent a team of 20 jungle Ghosts.

No, they don’t call themselves jungle Ghosts now, they call themselves ‘Anteater Legion’.”

Speaking of which, Dorian touched his arm with a weird expression and said, “I don’t know why, but whenever I ntion ‘Anteater Legion,’ I feel uncomfortable…”

Joe Ga empathetically nodded and said, “Ever since I saw ‘Leech’ and his crew skin people alive, I can’t fucking look straight at the na ‘Anteater Legion.’

Not just you, I’m getting the creeps too…

Why did Dragon Gecko send those two freaks ‘Leech’ and ‘Spider’ here?”

Dorian sighed with grief and said, “Because he said I was a useless piece of trash.

Boss, you must vouch for , leaving you alone in Arica wasn’t my idea.

I’m telling you, if King Kong hadn’t been covering for , I wouldn’t be able to get up by now.

Those two old maniacs landed and imdiately beat down Spurs, Orange Cat, Blow Dart, and the dic bird…

Dagger Squad’s ‘Gunpowder’ talked so nonsense and almost got his tongue cut out at night.

Now everyone is on edge, and we have to arrange for guards when we sleep.”

Joe Ga was stunned for a mont, then laughed and said, “This isn’t the jungle, can’t T1 beat those two old maniacs?”

Dorian shrugged his shoulders and said, “Indeed, they can’t beat them.

Only King Kong can hold his own.

At night, without equipnt, whoever encounters them is unlucky.

Those two old crazies are using our guys as a demonstration for those ‘little Anteaters’…”

Joe Ga, who had witnessed these old guys’ thods, sympathetically patted Dorian on the shoulder and said, “We’re all on the sa side, just endure them for now, since you can’t beat them, right?”

Upon hearing this, Dorian let out a lant and said, “Boss, they are sent by Dragon Gecko as guards, and wherever you go, you’ll have to take them with you.

Imagine ‘Leech’ and ‘Spider’ standing by your door, do you think you could still sleep?”

Joe Ga patted his head with a wry smile and said, “Alright, this is the price of being willful.

I could sleep, but having 20 ‘Anteaters’ around is too much of a waste.

This won’t do, such great soldiers should stay in Central Africa, the war there isn’t over yet…”

Upon hearing this, Dorian glanced at Boss Qiao and after holding back for a while said, “Boss, right now you are ‘the reward,’ only the best soldiers get assigned to your side.

They will stay in Iraq for three months, receiving real combat training in desert and urban environnts, and bask in the glory of being by the side of the P·B leader…”

Joe Ga was taken aback by Dorian’s acidic remarks, then shook his head with a wry smile and said, “Listen to , I seem quite important…

But if it can make those ‘Anteaters’ a bit happier, I as the boss should endure it a bit.

“After all, their annual salary is only 500 bucks.”

Dorian, this Level 20 ‘great man’, choked and then let out a helpless sigh, saying, “You’re right, if I were in their shoes, with soone selling their life to for a 500 buck annual salary, it would only be right to let them sleep with .”

Joe Ga shook his head and then nodded, saying, “It’s a good thing, but it takes on a different flavor coming from you.

Okay then, my gains this ti weren’t bad, but I have been a bit capricious.

Dragon Gecko is using this thod to remind , and it’s well-intentioned.

I need to take it seriously.”

Hearing this, Dorian looked incredulously at Joe Ga and said, “Boss, so you’ve decided not to go to the battlefield?”

Joe Ga frowned and waved his hand, saying, “I earned my status today through the barrel of a gun, how could I not go to the battlefield?

Let those ‘little Anteaters’ discover that their boss is an office animal, how would that add to your sense of glory?

Just have so fun with them.

If I don’t risk my life, being a sniper should still be fine, right?”

Dorian really wanted to tell his boss that his impatient character was not cut out for the job of a sniper.

But thinking about it, this was already admirable progress, so Dorian firmly closed his mouth and sped up the car.

As if knowing what Boss Qiao wanted, Dorian didn’t take Joe Ga to the P·B dormitory first, but drove him around the base.

Joe Ga looked at the scenery outside the car window and found that Baghdad Base had developed from an air force base into a small town.

The huge periter of the base was fenced with a 4-ter high wall topped with electrified wire.

Near the main gate had beco a cargo transfer center, the original base gate was modified for the entry and exit of logistics vehicles, and along the roads inside appeared a market.

Green tents lined up one after another, each tent representing a stall, showcasing goods to the outside world like a sort of expo.

It was close to midnight now, and there was still a large number of local Baghdad wholesalers wandering around here, bargaining over certain goods…

When deals were reached, items in larger quantities would be handled by the transfer departnt for ho delivery, while smaller items could be carried out by the custor, with paid handlers available to help bring items to the parking lot outside the base and load them into the vehicles.

The person in charge of the Iraq Humanitarian Corridor was Chris, who recruited a bunch of ‘sales associates’, ‘accountants’, ‘cashiers’ from the Kurdish won who had defected and put them in uniform after unified training.

Truth be told, the people of the Middle East, especially Iraq, which has been ravaged by Arica for many years, are not as inflexible as outsiders might think; won participating in public-facing jobs doesn’t seem to be sothing unacceptable.

Around the material distribution center was a barbed-wire fence, separating it from the core area of the base to prevent outsiders from intruding.

Joe Ga looked through the fence for a while, satisfied, and prompted Dorian to continue driving.

Planning to take turns visiting the rcenary zone, P·B area, and air force zone.

The prefabricated houses developed by ‘Big Head Infrastructure’ Mr.

Zhu were arranged neatly in rows inside the base, and many soldiers and officers abandoned the cramped barracks to settle in these prefab hos.

The orderly prefab housing community might be hard to distinguish, but it certainly looked a bit more upscale.

The most interesting part was that a public service area accessible only to internal soldiers had appeared in the non-core area of the base…

Like the logistics transfer center, it was surrounded by barbed wire and separated from the core area.

A barbershop, supermarket, tailor shop, dry cleaner, gun shop, gym, bar, coffee and dessert shop…

A dozen or so service shops were still open for business in the dead of night.

Joe Ga couldn’t help but ask Dorian to stop the car, and then they got out and took a stroll…

As they passed the coffee shop, they saw ‘Three Yellow Chickens’ from China with two CACI girls drinking coffee through the window.

Looking at ‘Three Yellow Chickens’ holding a girl’s hand, reading her palm and saying sothing to make her cover her giggles, Joe Ga nudged Dorian beside him and said with a laugh, “See how others pick up girls?”

Dorian shook his head in dismay and said, “‘Three Yellow Chickens’ is the logistics supervisor who records everyone’s work hours; this guy has changed several girlfriends already, taking advantage of his position.

Shit, I always thought Chinese people were pretty reserved…”

As he spoke, Dorian looked at Joe Ga’s amused expression and spread his hands, saying, “Of course, boss, you’re an exception…”

Joe Ga didn’t disturb ‘Three Yellow Chickens’ flirting; he entered a nearby supermarket and found that it was no different from the ordinary supermarkets in China.

Most of the goods inside were Chinese products, with only a few local specialties from Iraq.

It was late at night, yet there were still employees from the rcenary company browsing.

Not everyone recognized Boss Qiao; neither those strolling around nor the retail clerks recognized his identity…

Joe Ga walked up to the tobacco and liquor counter, smacked his lips, and bought two cartons of soft Zhonghua cigarettes and a bottle of frighteningly expensive Maotai.

He then casually inquired while the clerk was ringing up the sale…

Then Joe Ga realized just how superficial his understanding of ‘contractors’ was…