King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Chapter 328 Start the War, Start the War!!

On the dock of the abandoned shipyard...

Dozens of vehicles were parked in the open space on the dock, where several Middle Eastern men with big beards were busy unloading packages of drugs from a rather ordinary looking yacht.

The 'Messenger' was dressed in a tailored high-end suit as he directed the 'delivery workers' to neatly stack the drugs in the back of five GMC pickups.

As the 'delivery workers' began their work, the 'Messenger' walked over to a car and, with a restrained smile, said to the middle-aged man in the passenger seat wearing a police uniform, "The goods have arrived, and later you'll be responsible for arranging for the police to escort these trucks out of here one by one.

"Sir, they cannot encounter any more issues. Until we find a suitable distributor, you'll need to find an appropriate place to keep them safe."

The man in the police uniform glared angrily at the 'Messenger' and said, "Our cooperation does not include storing your drugs.

"You damned fools, why did you attack that damned Hu Lang?

"Now that the Albanians are dead, I've lost control over Yonkers. Do you know how hard it is to find a reliable distributor?

"I can't be helping you get your goods ashore every time, mobilizing police to intercept Colombian ships. Do you understand the consequences?"

While saying this, the middle-aged man in the police uniform glanced at the mercenaries around him, armed with automatic weapons, and said through clenched teeth, "These mad dogs are waging a war in New York with automatic rifles, yet they didn't fucking 'hit' anything.

"You idiots are making things worse, FUCK YOU, why can't you just listen to me?"

The 'Messenger' looked at the middle-aged man in uniform with a smile and said, "I assure you, this is the last time. 'Engineer' has already taken care of the FBI issue, and you can certainly handle an investigation by a junior officer.

"Once we find a new suitable dealer, you can just sit back in your office and have your subordinates collect the money regularly.

"Sir, a month ago in Florida, you bought yourself a seaside villa and a yacht, luxuries you could never afford on a police salary. A little risk is worth it, right?"

The thinly veiled threat from the 'Messenger' silenced the man in the police uniform. After a moment of silence, he shook his head and said, "From the moment you enlisted Bill Heinz, I shouldn't have gotten involved.

"You brought in a mad dog, and that mad dog has not been as miraculous as they boasted.

"Their shitty brutish tactics not only put me on 'Engineer's' blacklist but also failed miserably, again.

"You better warn him to go back to his farm in Pennsylvania after this and forget about me."

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The 'Messenger' took a step back with a smile and nodded, saying, "I like 'Engineer's' caution and precision. However, compared to their subsequent gains, being blacklisted really isn't much. I will compensate you enough...

"Don't worry, without 'Engineer', we still have 'Heinz Farm', and they are more motivated now than ever.

"I like people who hold grudges because that hate makes those Marines work harder, and money makes them fight to the death on top of that effort.

"Unless you're willing to get your hands dirty when trouble comes, there's no one more suitable for us than them."

The middle-aged man in police uniform looked at the 'Messenger', his tone full of arrogant posture, and said sarcastically, "In your homeland, those soldiers want your head."

The 'Messenger' nonchalantly spread his hands and said, "Which is why it gives me more satisfaction driving them to fight!

"This world is one about money. You would sell your soul for it, and they would forsake their honor to become war hounds for it.

"Fair enough!"

As the 'Messenger' spoke, a middle-aged muscular man wearing a tactical vest walked over and spoke in a deep voice, "I can't reach my men, tell yours to speed it up..."

The 'Messenger' paused for a moment, then said, "Shit, are your men all useless?

"Twice now, twice they've failed to kill that damn Hu Lang!"

The middle-aged man was Bill Heinz, the owner of 'Heinz Farm'. He looked coldly at the 'Messenger' and said solemnly, "I said you need to hurry up..."

A sense of indescribable ferocity emanated from Bill Heinz as his subordinates lost contact.

Faced with the 'Messenger's distrust, he waved his hand over his head and picked up the radio, saying, "Remind our friends to hurry up.

"Teams one and two, go downstream; team three, take up positions at the shipyard exit; team four, seek high ground."

As soon as Bill Heinz finished speaking, several bullets came whizzing down from a high position towards the yacht moored at the dock.

"Pop, pop, pop..."

Following the bursts of gunfire, the 'delivery workers' who were unloading angrily grabbed AK rifles to return fire but, soothed by the 'Messenger', they reluctantly quickened their pace.

The movements of 'Heinz Farm's men made the police-uniformed middle-aged man anxious too. He said to his subordinate in the driver's seat, "Ask if anyone is on duty nearby?"

Soon he got a negative response, but instead of mocking Bill Heinz's anxiety, he said to the driver, "Inform our people that everything proceeds as planned. After escorting the drugs away, we..."

As the middle-aged man in the police uniform spoke, a warning suddenly came through everyone's radios...

"We have company on the river, oh shit, they've got RPGs..."

With a scream, a rocket was fired from the dark surface of the river towards the yacht docked at the pier.

After a loud 'boom', a large group of sparks erupted from the rear of the yacht, and the leaking fuel created a burning zone on the surface of the river.

This burning zone prevented both sides from seeing each other's movements clearly, but soon a series of gunshots like a chainsaw threw the pier into complete chaos.

About a dozen rough-looking 'delivery workers' left half their number to continue the loading work while the rest grabbed their weapons and rushed to the starboard side of the yacht, starting to fire wildly into the darkness of the river.

But it wasn't long before a machine gun belt led by tracer rounds found them, and the ricochets produced by the Minimi's small-caliber ammunition struck one of the 'delivery workers', who fell painfully to the ground.

Since the yacht was blocking the bullets coming from the river, the people from 'Heinz Farm' didn't choose to retaliate but quickly began to set up defenses around.

These were true veterans of the battlefield; they knew the consequences of a rout. Regardless of the enemy's identity, they couldn't panic. Repelling the opponent or gaining enough time to retreat orderly was the right approach.

This mission had been a temporary one, but they believed that if their preparations were insufficient, so too were the enemy's!

Bill Heinz grabbed a guy next to him, pointed to the drugs still being packed, and said with a cold gaze, "Hurry them up, 10 minutes, I want everyone in the vehicles in 10 minutes."

"Yes sir!!"

As the soldier turned to loudly curse out the 'delivery workers', a series of muffled explosions came from downstream...

About a dozen smoke grenades flew through the air for a few seconds before landing and starting to release a large amount of smoke, then intense gunfire erupted from downstream...

The gunfire came from the people at 'Heinz Farm', two groups of 20 took advantage of the complex structure of the shipyard to construct a defensive line. When they spotted the enemy, they habitually started to pour ammunition toward the approximate direction of the enemy.

But now, even more smoke grenades were being thrown, and the thick smoke covered a vast area, causing the soldiers to lose their vision.

At this time, Joe Ga was using the smoke and cover from buildings to close in on the enemy's position.

Team A spread out four men, with 'Medic Officer Bird' near the riverbank and Dorian about 30 meters inside, both holding the same grenade launchers and continuously firing smoke grenades into the factory.

Joe Ga and Ayu, on the other hand, set up a smoke zone in front of them by throwing grenades.

The intense shooting from the other side posed no threat to them but revealed their approximate locations.

Joe Ga threw the last smoke grenade, raised his HK416, and checked the position of the enemy 300 meters away through the thermal sight, and then pressed the communicator, laughing, "Elephant, say hello to them with a grenade..."

As soon as Joe Ga's words ended, the sound of grenade launchers erupted from his right...

"Thunk, thunk, thunk..."

Six airburst grenades were dropped into the thick smoke, then exploded one meter above the ground.

The programmed grenades were smart, able to set not just the distance but also the explosion altitude of the blast.

The thermal sight provided Dorian with enough assistance; after the explosion of the six grenades, instantly three armed individuals fell.

At the same time, the position where Dorian was also drew fierce retaliation from the enemy...

"Da da da..."

A dozen automatic rifles fired simultaneously, covering a wide area and forcing Dorian to flee close to the ground in embarrassment.

'Medic Officer Bird' near the riverbank launched six grenades as well when Dorian was yelling for help, immediately disconcerting the defending enemies.

Meanwhile, Joe Ga and Ayu were advancing again, entering the range of 150 meters.

In the thick smoke, Joe Ga found suitable cover and then patted on the shoulder of Ayu, who insisted on following him, and said, "King Kong, get moving, say hello to them..."

Ayu stood behind an abandoned piece of steel machinery, holding the PKM like a rifle, peered through the rear of the thermal sight, and with a grin pulled the trigger...

"Da da da da..."

In such visual conditions, even with thermal assistance, accurate shooting was inappropriate.

Ayu chose to lay down the most intense fire against the enemy, creating a window for his boss to make precise shots.

Sure enough, as Ayu's machine-gun roared, the attack from the opposite side paused for a moment.

At that moment, Joe Ga, about 15 meters from Ayu's side, aimed at the enemy and pulled the trigger.

The thermal imagery provided Joe Ga a quicker way to locate the enemy. The faint red outlines were very distinct.

Striving for speed, Joe Ga did not aim carefully; each time he locked onto an enemy, he immediately let off a burst of three...

"Pop, pop, pop."

"Pop, pop, pop."