King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 934: 841: How Do You Fight Against the Dealer?

Chapter 934: Chapter 841: How Do You Fight Against the Dealer?

‘Iblis’ was exhilarated at this mont!

News from Arica made him know that Hafali’s plan had succeeded!

The White House, in order to solve the dirty bomb crisis, had gone to war with the military-industrial complex…

A nuclear weapon had forced the White House into a precarious position, and a huge internal consumption was about to unfold.

ISIS would obtain a precious respite to expand its influence within Syria.

‘Iblis’, also a victim of the military-industrial complex, being a mber of Arica’s elite SEAL Team Six, was seen as a killing machine because of his Middle Eastern heritage and proficiency in Arabic, continuously dispatched to the most dangerous places in the world…

Consequently, he developed psychological issues until he discovered his ancestry, until soone found him, and religious faith alleviated his inner tornt…

Thus, the legendary captain of SEAL Team Six beca a ‘Prince’ who dedicated his life to the cause of ISIS.

He joined ‘Arctic Fox’, attempting to use the reputation of ‘Arctic Fox’ to operate a powerful ard force outside of ISIS, facilitating the protection of ISIS’s interests beyond the Middle East.

But a company called P·B beca an obstacle to the growth of ISIS, the battle of Mosul mired ISIS in a quagmire.

Northern Iraq is the core area of ISIS; losing Mosul would an losing the refineries and oil fields there, and ISIS would lose all its economic sources.

Now, with the boss of P·B trapped in a small village, Iblis saw the opportunity to solve the problem once and for all…

‘Iblis’ lay on a small hill, watching the convoy on the road below through binoculars…

With 200 rcenaries, he had been entangled with ‘Ferryman’ and ‘Jazz’ for nearly a week.

Two elusive special forces teams caused the hastily assembled Fire Cannon battalion to be exhausted.

‘Iblis’ knew where the critical point of the war was; in the past week, the main force of ISIS had left nearly 400 corpses in that damned village.

Modern military arrangents left the still manpower-based ISIS forces helpless.

Those people seed to have inexhaustible ammunition, causing great damage to the morale of ISIS troops.

Iblis was now personally leading the troops to encircle Ferryman and Jazz, aiming to cover the Fire Cannon battalion to move into striking range.

As long as ten 122mm cannons could hit the village, then everything would be over.

“Only 6 kiloters left…”

Iblis took out a GPS, glanced at it, then took out a radio and said: “Extend the search periter, absolutely must not let them appear within 3 kiloters of the convoy.

Butcher Squad, create so disturbance in the nearby village, see if you can draw out those two teams for .”

Upon hearing this, soone from the Butcher Squad exclaid, “Boss, can we have so fun?”

Iblis actually despised these ‘war dogs’; these war dogs recruited by international interdiary companies were the vicious dogs that even rcenary companies were reluctant to keep.

Hearing the request from the Butcher Squad, Iblis’s eyes flickered, and he said, “Go ahead, create so noise…”

Iblis actually had no other choice…

He had portable anti-air weapons, able to cope with drones and aircraft like the Griffin-1.

The only thing Iblis truly feared now was soone guiding on the ground, then calling for beyond-visual-range missile bombings.

Iblis still didn’t understand how a company like P·B could possess such formidable armants…

He had no choice; as long as he could move ‘Ferryman’ and ‘Jazz’ away, letting the Fire Cannon be deployed in the right position, any cost was worth it.

The forr Iblis was also a soldier with a sense of honor…

The great inner conflict forced him to seek a redy in his fanatical beliefs.

Too fanatical a faith produces folly, and even zeal and extremism.

In more severe cases, they would use slaughter to maintain the greatness and dignity of their own beliefs.

Because by not doing so, to so extent, it ans they are admitting they are wrong.

People like Iblis can’t withstand a second internal collapse!

Once a person falls into paranoia, to achieve their own goals, the lives of others an nothing to them, even if the village the squad is heading to was originally under ISIS control.

Bowing his head to look at the road below, confirming there are no enemies nearby, Iblis once again ordered the team to move, using a rolling thod for cover on both sides of the convoy.

“6 kiloters more, just 6 kiloters…”

…………

‘Ferryman’ and ‘Jazz’ squad were hiding in a location 8 kiloters away from the ISIS Fire Cannon convoy.

They are humans, not gods, chased by Iblis, the forr SEALs captain leading 200 rcenaries, forcing them to the brink, nearly getting surrounded and captured several tis.

If it weren’t for the covering fire from both squads always enabling them to breakthrough, they would not just be carrying injuries, but would have suffered casualties.

When the radio signal that had been sporadic over the past week suddenly beca clear and stable again, ‘Cot’ knew that P·B’s drone had retaken to the sky…

This disfigured Frenchman lifted the camouflage cloth off his body, sat up, made a gesture towards the nearby bushes, then pressed his communicator and said: “‘Crow’, the drone is airborne, our mission is over, we’re pulling out…”

As ‘Cot’ spoke, the nearby bushes seed to co alive.

‘Crow,’ who was hidden under a clump of bushes on his back, sat up and after coughing a few tis, grinned and said, “We’re not leaving, aerial support is almost here, I want to et those rcenaries once more…

These sons of bitches only breed mad dogs, I want to leave them all on this piece of land.”

‘Cot’ turned to look at his colleague. After hesitating for a mont, he nodded and said, “We do as we can, those guys are not important, the boss’s plan is what’s most important…”

‘Crow’ removed his disguise, stood up, and cracked his neck, smiling maliciously, “The boss’s plan is to wipe out these people, once the enemies are all dead, the boss’s goal will be accomplished.

‘Cot,’ you French guys are too soft…”

‘Cot’ stunned by the intense killing intent of ‘Crow’, was about to argue when suddenly, a spotter in the distance spoke up on the common channel: “Boss, there’s a group of 30 rcenaries separating, they are entering a village.

Oh shit, they are starting to kill people, what are they trying to do?”

Hearing this, ‘Cot’ hurriedly ran a few steps forward, took out his binoculars, and looked…

The outskirts of the village burst into huge flas, those maniac-like rcenaries trapped several n with discarded tires and then poured gasoline over their legs…

Upon ignition, those n, like frogs on a hot plate, desperately jumped and rolled, emitting utterly piercing screams of agony.

‘Cot,’ who initially didn’t want to get entangled with these rcenaries, seeing the cold light in the eyes of his comrades, sighed and said, “These guys just want us to co…”

The deputy captain of ‘Ferryman,’ ‘Hatchet,’ suddenly smiled and said: “But we have to go, right?”

‘Cot’ troubled, rubbed his temples and nodded, “We are soldiers, we are born to fight demons!”

Saying this, ‘Cot’ turned to look at ‘Crow’ and others, he took out a magazine, tapped it on his helt, slid it into his rifle, then stood up smiling and said, “We’re being quite unprofessional!

But, let’s move…

After this is over, I want those inside to jointly write a thank letter, my daughter should know what her dad is doing…”

When ‘Crow’ passed by, he glanced at ‘Cot,’ who always ‘finds excuses’, shook his head and spoke a few sentences in Russian……

‘Cot’ paused, looked at ‘Hatchet’ beside him and said, “What did that guy say, I think he’s mocking …”

‘Hatchet’ took out all the magazines from his backpack and stuffed them into his Tactical Vest, absent-mindedly smiling, “Boss, he said you’re acting like a man now…”

As he finished preparing, ‘Hatchet’ looked towards the distant village and seriously said, “That place appears to be a trap, we need to leave at least three people on the periter for support.

Hopefully, air support arrives a bit sooner…

Being a soldier in P·B is damn hard!”