King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 90 90 Joe Ga's Foibles

Sayram landed on the grassland clearing chosen by Karman around 10 a.m. the next morning, according to the coordinates provided by Joe Ga.

Karman and Nis found it natural, and Antar was not surprised that Joe Ga knew the location of the base.

But Dorian couldn't accept it; he believed his current boss had real power in Africa, much stronger than those rcenaries who could only rely on trucks and their own two feet.

Selling arms is indeed a notch above working with a gun!

As Dorian packed his things, he intentionally or unintentionally approached Nis and asked in a low voice, "Who exactly is our boss?"

Nis knew what Dorian ant—the boss's skin color was too conspicuous. In a place like Africa, a Chinese involved in such a risky business was bound to raise suspicions.

However, Nis knew their boss was truly just a Businessman. When she joined, Joe Ga had only Karman as his subordinate. If it weren't for her delivering her brother's secret to Joe Ga, this now mysterious boss in Dorian's eyes wouldn't have been able to handle even the business of 500 guns.

Nis certainly didn't bother to explain deliberately to Dorian, who was quite capable but exhibited the frivolousness typical of Italian n. In conservative Nis's eyes, he was not very likable.

Seeing Dorian's curious expression, Nis nodded inscrutably and said, "There are so things better left unsaid. Pretend you don't know anything. After all, we are just employees, and those who speak less in Africa are the ones who live longer."

Having said this, Karman glanced at Dorian and said in a hoarse voice, "It's ti to go."

Dorian promptly closed his mouth and dutifully boarded the plane with everyone else.

In the past few days, Joe Ga had indeed been a bit tired. There seed to be no logical reason for it, even though he had the most robust build among the squad mbers and seed to have less stamina and energy than the others.

Compared to Karman, Joe Ga felt he couldn't even match Nis and Antar.

Joe Ga could assure that, in terms of physical strength and power, he definitely surpassed Nis and Antar, but the reality was that the two ladies were in better condition than him.

He was puzzled by the situation, wondering why he was so exhausted after getting excited, even after sleeping for four hours, he still felt sowhat lethargic, unlike the others who didn't seem to have this issue.

It was impossible to get an answer from Karman. When Joe Ga boarded the plane, he gave up the co-pilot seat to Karman, squeezed himself into the back seat, and then pulled Dorian, who theoretically should be the most professional, aside and said, "Aren't you guys tired?"

Dorian, perplexed, spread his hands and replied, "What are you talking about? Are you very tired?"

Joe Ga shook his head in confusion and said, "We were active for nearly 16 hours yesterday and only rested for four hours. I still feel like I haven't rested enough. Why don't you all seem to have this problem?"

Dorian blinked at Joe Ga, thought for a long ti, and then curiously asked, "Have you really never undergone military training, not even the most basic kind?"

As Sayram signaled that they were about to take off, Joe Ga gestured for Dorian to put on his headset, then furrowed his brow and said, "I have never gone through formal military training, but I hired a fitness coach and a nutritionist in Egypt for four months of intensive training. They assured that my physical condition had reached the level of a high-level athlete.

Why do I get more tired than you with the sa amount of physical activity? That's not normal."

Upon hearing this, Dorian said with sudden realization, "Boss, you can't compare an athlete's physical condition to that of a soldier. They are not comparable.

Have you ever seen an athlete who wakes up in the morning to run a weighted 10-kiloter cross-country?

When I was in school, I used to be a mber of the school football team and even joined the Balmoral youth team. Later, I joined the military and then went on to try out for the Leather Head."

"I can responsibly say that athletes generally have better physical fitness than soldiers, but when it cos to overall physical capabilities, special forces would definitely outperform any athlete."

Joe Ga didn't understand and asked, "What do you an? Their physical fitness isn't as good, yet they would outperform them? What are you talking about?"

Dorian tapped his temple and said with a proud tone, "That's because special forces training involves not just the body but also a strong will and the ability to regulate one's body."

"In a simple 10-kiloter run, special operatives would mostly be outpaced by professional athletes."

"But when it cos to a weighted long-distance run, it's a completely different story. Moreover, with increased weight and changing terrains, the gap between special operatives and athletes widens further."

"This difference stems from the training objectives, but mbers of the special forces have proven that the human body's potential is far beyond what you could imagine."

"On the other hand, incorrect training objectives will surely lead to outcos sliding away from your expectations."

"However, professional athletes' training does reduce injuries, which indeed makes it much safer compared to special forces training."

"I think, considering your skill with firearms, you really shouldn't worry too much about minor issues like these."

After listening, Joe Ga shook his head and said, "You still haven't explained the situation with . My physical fitness is much stronger than Owl's, but can you tell if she has any abnormalities?"

Dorian looked at Joe Ga's serious face and hesitated before replying, "Boss, you're too stressed."

Joe Ga responded irritably, "I'm asking you a question. What does that have to do with being stressed?"

Dorian looked at Joe Ga's displeased expression and smilingly said, "Boss, the stress I'm talking about is during combat."

"In combat, your muscles tense up too much, and the excessive secretion of adrenaline gets you extrely agitated. I couldn't keep up with your pace at that ti."

"I don't know how you manage to perform at such a level of shooting under such tense physical conditions, but I believe that your physical fatigue is related to your excessive stress."

"I've seen similar cases where soone becos very tense and agitated in combat, and then afterward they exhibit excessive fatigue."

"It's normal. Any force would want their soldiers to be exhilarated during combat, much like a football coach trying to boost morale before a match."

"You beco agitated, your muscles tense, and overspending your physical energy naturally leads to your current state."

"What you need now is to not be overly anxious, but this kind of thing requires long-term adaptation and training. There aren't quick fixes."

After hearing this, Joe Ga recalled his own condition, and it seed Dorian was indeed right. Knowing his own body well, he indeed beca very anxious when faced with danger,

not out of fear, but rather sothing he couldn't quite define, sothing more akin to a self-protection chanism.

Whenever he felt threatened, his entire being would beco highly agitated, his aggressiveness would increase exponentially, and in those monts, instincts would take over, not stopping until every adversary in front was downed.

It sounded like sothing out of a psychological disorder; Joe Ga was hesitant to discuss it further with Dorian and thus asked, "Specifically tell , what kind of training could alleviate my current condition?"

Upon hearing this, Dorian pondered seriously for a mont, as if recalling sothing unpleasant, then he solemnly shook his head and said, "Boss, willpower and self-regulation capabilities can be quickly improved through extensive physical training, but I reckon you wouldn't want to try the type of self-control training I'm thinking of."