King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 961: 863: Have Some Fun2

Chapter 961: Chapter 863: Have So Fun_2

As Eric, the layman, attempted to contact the personnel ahead, a voice with a Latin Arican accent spoke on the public channel: “This is the Bolivian Squad, I’m the captain, ‘Scarecrow’.

We’ve marked the locations of two large poaching teams and will send their GPS positions to you imdiately.”

‘Magpie’, upon hearing this, decisively said: “We will descend for the search, it’s best if you mark your location with a smoke grenade, the firepower of my carried missiles is rather significant…”

mbers of the Bolivian Squad basically fought drug traffickers, their battlegrounds were either urban or in jungles; they had no experience cooperating with jet fighters, let alone received any training for guiding bombings.

‘Scarecrow’ lay on a small earth mound on the prairie, using binoculars to observe a poacher’s camp about 800 ters away.

More than a dozen large trucks and ard pickups were parked within the camp, as they were preparing barbed wire to lay several kiloters of it across the prairie, then herd the animals into their vast traps like shepherds.

Gazelles, Elephants, Rhinos—they targeted all of these; any animal entering would ultimately be slaughtered.

‘Scarecrow’ had tangled with poachers several tis and understood their savagery all too well, yet he still felt that striking poachers with fighter jets was a bit too much.

Looking up at the plane sweeping across the sky, he detonated a smoke grenade to mark his position, then pressed his communicator to notify his colleague at another location…

Then ‘Scarecrow’ saw two small black dots being released from the plane in the sky…

Next, those two black dots adjusted their course in rapid descent, disintegrating 100 ters above the poacher’s camp, followed by a series of explosions that resounded like muffled thunder…

A vast expanse of grey-black smoke enveloped the entire poacher’s camp…

“Oh my god!”

‘Scarecrow’ looked up at the fighter jet, subconsciously crossed himself over the chest, then wiped the sweat from his forehead and pressed the communicator, saying: “This is ‘Scarecrow’, Commander Eric, I reckon not a single Dingka will survive, what should we do next?”

At that mont, within the Ad-Damazin Resort, Eric stood at the window watching smoke rise from deep within the prairie, accompanied by the distant rumble of thunder, disbelievingly exchanging glances with Sayram beside him, saying, “Hu Lang, that madman…”

Sayram tensely stuffed a wad of tobacco into his mouth, chewing as he spoke: “I warned you already, stop pestering the boss with phone calls all the ti.

Now we’re in trouble. The poachers definitely won’t dare to co now, but the president of the Dingka Clan surely won’t let this slide…”

As he spoke, Sayram looked at Eric with his full-bearded face and seriously said: “General Eric, this was all your order, you’ll be responsible for taking calls from the outside later.”

Then Sayram took out his cell phone, looked at the number, and said helplessly: “It’s the Security Director from North SD, the guy is a greedy bastard, what should I say?

Tell him that General Eric called in a major bombing to protect the prairie animals?”

Upon hearing this, Eric clenched his teeth and grabbed the radio, saying: “Have the fighter jet descend and circle around us.

FUCK, since we’ve already attacked, tell the people on both sides not to loiter around Ad-Damazin.”

“‘Magpie’ received, formation of two planes begins ultra-low-altitude flight…”

…………

Inside the resort’s cafeteria, a group of Chinese Engineers were dining.

A few younger engineers, with eager smiles on their faces, took out their VIP cards to order so specialties, enthusiastically inviting the shooting instructors to join them.

The distant sound of explosions didn’t distract these young n, with hormones racing through their minds; they had already spent several months of salary in the resort, attended dozens of shooting classes, yet they hadn’t even touched the hand of an instructor.

The lads felt the instructors’ attitude had softened lately, so safety concerns were the last thing on their minds at that mont; they were determined to seize the mont for an international romance.

Love back ho was too expensive, while here it wasn’t cheap either; but at least they learned a lot.

Shooting guns is not the sa as playing with oneself; mastering the forr at least made them feel like real n.

If they could win over an instructor, their lives would be utterly complete!

Without exaggeration, these instructors carefully selected by Eric the ‘pretty-boy dog’, hailing from Eastern Europe and Western Asia, had beco the epito of beauty for these construction site n.

As the guys, like peacocks in full display, tried their best to catch the attention of their beloved instructors, a trendous roar suddenly ca from the sky…

Looking out the window, two Su-27s with sonic booms streaked across the sky, splitting to either side as they neared the resort area, subtly looping before intertwining once again, starting a spiraling ascent like partnered dancers…

“Holy crap, J-16, has our aircraft carrier been deployed to Africa?”

Upon saying this, a bespectacled young man suddenly braved up; he grabbed his instructor’s hand and said, “Natalie, our military has arrived, we’re safe!

Be my girlfriend!

I’ll take you to the safest place in the world to start a family!”