King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Chapter 354 Found You!!

When Joe Ga and his team were in action, Eric's side was not idle either.

The Shadow Messenger couldn't die yet, compared to the big shot behind Eric, Director Cooper of the FBI was facing a life-and-death situation, hence even more motivated.

Joe Ga was quite reckless in combat, but he was the sort of man who believed in "principles before the deployment of troops."

No matter the effect, he would first pressure the CIA with the FBI and DEA, establishing a moral high ground for himself.

Faced with such questioning, the CIA would definitely deny it, but no worries, Hu Lang would ensure that it was not their people who ended up dead.

The FBI had never been fond of the CIA's spies, and the DEA had even more profound conflicts with the CIA.

The CIA's involvement in drug trafficking was hardly a secret...

Their conflict actually began in the 80s when a DEA agent named Qi Qi was tortured to death by drug traffickers, and it has continued to this day.

The agent Qi Qi was captured by drug traffickers and violently tortured for over a day and night. At that time, a CIA undercover was present and even acted as a cameraman.

He never considered notifying his own people of his location, nor did he contemplate making Qi Qi's death any less painful.

The then recently established DEA began to gain cohesion after Qi Qi's death, and from then on, "hating the CIA" became politically correct for most DEA members.

The DEA beating up CIA undercover agents, mistaking them for drug traffickers, wasn't just a one or two-time occurrence.

Unfortunately, there was not much the DEA could do to help this time as they had limited manpower in Texas, and it would be difficult for them to enter a restricted zone designated by the Department of Defense to carry out their mission.

However, Director Cooper of the FBI couldn't care less. The Shadow Messenger used his authority to download files from the FBI's database, and if he couldn't retrieve them, his career would end in failure.

Given the number of people he had offended in the past, should he lose his position, he would face more than just a simple dismissal.

Thus, after receiving Eric's report, Director Cooper immediately gathered a SWAT team and boarded two helicopters, setting off for Ogen Small Town in Texas.

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After nearly two hours of walking cloaked in anti-detection gear, Joe Ga and his team finally made it back to Ogen Small Town.

After searching the outskirts for a while, they quickly found an empty house in the northern "wealthy district," and slipped inside under the cover of darkness.

Having found a place to stay, the next step was to root out the CIA hidden in Ogen Town.

The drones has been lost during the assault by 'Pliers', but Joe Ga "magically" produced another one.

The bag he and Ayu took down from the big G was his "treasure chest," with Ayu as the "keeper of the treasure chest."

'Pliers' was no longer surprised by his boss's foresight. He deftly launched the drone and, based on his own experience, began searching for places where the CIA might be hiding.

The CIA's options were actually quite limited: they needed a space not too small, with convenient transportation and a reliable power system...

Without disturbing the town's residents, they could only choose place like secluded vacant shops, factories, or warehouses, as any other locals might easily discover them.

At the end of the day, CIA operatives can't afford to be seen on American soil, especially when they're on the move. If they were caught by local police and killed in the conflict, they would only have themselves to blame.

The drone was highly effective, and within just 15 minutes, 'Pliers' identified the target on the southeastern corner of the town.

Six vehicles from a cleanup team had departed the town during the day, and one of the surviving SUVs was now parked in front of a warehouse.

According to the sign, the warehouse used to be a meat packing plant's cold storage, but it seemed to have been out of operation for a long time.

While the drone couldn't see inside the warehouse, the heat signature indicated that it was using a lot of electricity.

'Pliers' skillfully captured several clear images and displayed them on a tablet before chuckling, "Boss, there are a few cars parked at the back of the warehouse.

Their engines are still warm. I think there are quite a few people inside, and they must have just arrived.

What do we do?"

Joe Ga carefully examined the terrain around them, and pointing towards the side of the rectangular warehouse facing the road, he said, "I have some C4 here. You're responsible for blowing up this wall.

Devil Bird, Estelle, take the Shadow Messenger across the street. Remember to tie him up well.

The moment the wall is blown up, Devil Bird will have a clear field of fire.

The explosion will draw their attention, and also make it easier for us to enter from the front..."

As soon as 'Pliers' heard him, he understood that Joe Ga was planning a direct assault,

He whistled and said with a smile, "Boss, I see you have a few 'Broad Swords' here. Give them all to me. I'll leave two at the breach, and then block their escape route from behind."

Joe Ga liked 'Pliers'—the fiery subordinate!

Compared to 'Spur' who went to Los Angeles, 'Pliers', the seasoned EOD veteran who had spent many years on the harshest battlefields, knew far better how to inflict maximal damage and fear on the enemy.

It's not that 'Spur' and his HRT fellows, who had undergone extremely rigorous training and had tactics comparable to the SEALs, were unimpressive.

However, the differences in their operational environments led to a significant divergence in their combat styles.

Believe it or not, there is a distinct difference between the warriors who serve as part of the police's special forces unit in the city and those honed on the battlefield.

Because police special forces have a line in their heads that instinctively keeps them from crossing the line.

This is the difference between holding back and going all out in a fight; whoever is tougher has the advantage.

However, Joe Ga started out in Africa, where the dire conditions endowed the locals with an unparalleled savagery, which is why he doesn't care much about many things and sometimes even thinks 'Spur' and their actions are like farting around...

Once the fight starts, cut the crap—use grenades if you have them instead of hoarding them, and focus on taking down the enemy before worrying about anything else.

Joe Ga's recklessness cost him a bit, but compared to everyone's safety, he felt even a bit of trouble was worth it.

'Pliers' was a bit off in the head, but Joe Ga liked him, after all, not many in P·B were all that sane.

Team E, with its four snipers, two gunners, and only one assault soldier as the team leader, was a squad of wholly 'mentally ill' individuals.

'Pliers''s bit of PTSD was nothing in P·B, not to mention 'Orange Cat' and 'Dart,' who were dismissed over the slightest 'issues.'

Joe Ga patted 'Pliers' on the shoulder, put all the explosives and 'Broad Sword' into a bag for him, then smilingly said, "Show them what we're made of, our goal this time isn't to take prisoners, we'll think about any lucky survivors after we win."

'Pliers' grabbed a G36C and pinned four magazines to his chest; after a hop, he slung the backpack on and with a smile handed the drone controller to Estelle, saying, "I guess following Devil Bird around, you won't have a chance to shoot."

"I've set up the drone, you just keep watch for us, let us know if you see any enemies."

As he spoke, 'Pliers' pointed to a photo on the tablet, saying, "Boss, they've set up sentries; I need someone to cover me as I approach."

Joe Ga strapped on his helmet and tactical goggles, laughed, and said, "My gun is the quietest, I'll cover you."

As Joe Ga adjusted all his gear into the right positions, he looked at everyone and said, "I don't like waiting, 3 minutes, and we move out."

Sanderson and Waters almost instinctively let out a sigh of acknowledgment...

"Huh~"

Then, as if transported back to their military days, they helped each other check their gear; Waters was especially appreciative of the night-vision goggles supplied by Joe Ga.

"Boss, we should have 'Pliers' blow their power supply; we have night-vision goggles and can totally fight an asymmetric battle."

Joe Ga was just about to say that was a basic move when his phone suddenly rang.

Seeing Chris on the caller ID, Joe Ga answered with a frown, saying, "Chris, don't tell me there's a problem on your end?"

Chris spoke in an odd tone, "It should be me asking you, what exactly did you do?

An army major general signed a logistics contract with P·B for the Niger U.S. Military Base during non-working hours; it even includes arms supply services.

My old man worked his entire life in NATO's logistics department and never saw such a contract."

Joe Ga, upon hearing this, laughed and said, "I'm in Texas battling CIA folks right now, better for you not to know too much.

You wanted to expand your connections in Washington, right? Here's your chance."

Upon hearing this, Chris exclaimed in surprise, "Shit, the CIA? You're at war with them?

3 hours ago, I was chatting with some big corporates at a restaurant and overheard an executive from 'Titan Company' getting a task assigned to send a team to Texas.

Shit, could it be such a coincidence?"

Chris continued nervously, "'Titan Company's black ops mercenaries are all elites; that gathering is still going on, do you want me to snoop around?"

Joe Ga paused, then firmly said, "I'm about to leave, you'd better pretend you know nothing.

Leave the rest to me; dead elites are just dead bodies."

Joe Ga sighed and added, "I hope 'Titan Company' won't consider P·B an enemy after those elites die." Read latest chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

Chris scoffed, "How could that be possible?

As long as you don't steal their business, casualties during missions are normal, no one really holds a grudge.

'Elites' just mean their combat capabilities; when they die, it's just a report and a not-so-generous condolence payment, doesn't stop them from making money.

Hu Lang, you really should come to Washington and get to know these people, the real big companies operate nothing like you imagine.

Here, human life has a price tag!!

Business is business; even the business of human life is still business; it all comes down to profits in the end."

Joe Ga didn't want to hear Chris's nonsense; looking at his team, ready to go, he said with a smile over the phone, "Chris, I brought you on board because I believe in win-win cooperation between friends.

If we're going by your logic, why would I need you?

I'm about to go kill people now; if you're really that bored, check out that so-called gathering at the restaurant, learn more about America's PMC companies, and help me sniff out America's arms channels.

I almost got hit by a Hellfire today; I like that stuff, and now that I have the Niger contract, I can approach them directly for purchases.

If the commander at the Niger Base is daring enough, to write off 100 Hellfires a year, and I even give them half the money, I still make a lot."