King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

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Sanderson was right, the advantage really was on P·B's side!

It wasn't because of firepower superiority but because the Nigerien Minister of Defence, along with a large troop, had taken over the airport and the artillery positions, then had the northern forces block the roads, preventing the French armored troops from advancing. That Nigerien colonel, with 300 men, rushed to the town, firmly seizing command of the battle.

This was the legal advantage, you Americans and French, no matter how powerful, are just foreign forces here. To confront the local Nigerien army is to deny the rules set by your politicians, to trample on Niger's national sovereignty.

Theoretically, even if the Nigerien military ordered a bombing, America and France could only huff and puff in condemnation.

Of course, if America and France were to pull some dirty tricks here, all Niger could do was whine and ask for some compensation.

Now, because a filming crew had been taken as hostages and the existence of the terrorists inside was exposed to the outside world, this forced the Foreign Legion and United State Army to come up with a plan.

The French deployed their Rafale fighter jets to forcefully drive away the Super Albatross, fearing that Niger would go mad and try to take control of the battle, but this time the dominating Nigerien Defence Forces didn't pamper them...

As a joke, having fought to this extent, you suddenly jump in wanting to take over, that's impossible without offering enough benefits.

This is the very definition of a barefooted person not afraid of someone with shoes!

As allies of Niger, America and France had no way to deal with them; they could only resolve issues through negotiation and agreement.

P·B Company, officially hired by the Nigerien Defence Ministry as a military contractor, naturally had the support of the local government in all its actions.

When Sanderson and his team of Rangers found Joe Ga, even from a dozen meters away, Joe Ga could feel the resentment emanating from the team.

Two unlucky guys got scratched by shrapnel during 'Archerfish's dive bombing—one injured his thigh and had to be brought over on a stretcher, while the other hurt his arm and twisted his foot during the roll.

A young man with a pot cut, carrying the stretcher, burst out with an 'F' starting word the moment he saw Joe Ga, and dropped the stretcher to come up and pick a fight, but was grabbed by the neck by Ayu and slammed heavily onto the ground.

After a dull 'thud', the young pot cut winced in pain, clutching his waist and writhing on the ground.

Luckily the ground was sandy; otherwise, Ayu's slam might have cost him half his life.

Seeing their comrade at a disadvantage, another Ranger dropped his rifle, ready to start a brawl.

They were clear in their minds that P·B Company had done nothing wrong since they hadn't notified anyone of their actions. If you ran into the battlefield on your own and got killed, it was your own damn fault.

But soldiers are hot-headed, and Rangers are domineering everywhere; when have they ever suffered like this?

So, dropping their weapons and having a good fight to vent seemed like the best choice.

However, these guys really picked the wrong opponents. Joe Ga might not be great at fighting, but Ayu by his side was too ferocious...

And it didn't even require Ayu to make a move; Sanderson simply called over team B, who tackled the Rangers from the side.

Sanderson's 'comrade' status caused these Rangers to overlook his current position, and they forgot that not a single one of team B's other members were Americans.

'Hemostatic Forceps' had already grown impatient, and the moment the Rangers made their move, she rushed forward with a slide tackle, toppling one down.

'Kitten', ferociously grabbed one Ranger's legs, flipped him over, mounted his back and then locked his arm with a Brazilian jujitsu ground technique.

The Diamond Quartet each faced one Ranger, and because they launched a surprise attack, they swiftly gained the upper hand.

Sanderson tackled his former comrade, Big-Bearded Walters; he wanted to break up the fight, but after taking several punches to the face, he lost his temper and unleashed a fury of punches on Walters, shouting, "Can you f*cking calm down?" Read latest stories on empire

Just as Walters was about to retaliate, a piercing scream came from behind them.

It turned out to be the guy 'Kitten' had locked down. After struggling free on the ground, he had grabbed 'Kitten's' hair, intending to scrap while lying down, but 'Kitten' had seized his testicles and then…

Hearing the guy's scream, all men subconsciously tightened their legs and took a step back.

It was the classic 'playing rough to the point of gouging out eyes' move.

Seeing the poor guy almost popping his eyes out, Sanderson rushed behind 'Kitten' and crouched down...

"Heheh, 'Kitten', let go, it's not worth it, not worth it..."

While speaking, Sanderson watched as 'Kitten' tilted her head and glared fiercely at the unlucky guy across from her. He reacted quickly, smacking the poor sap grasping Kitten's hair, cursing, "FUCK, let go, you first, you idiot..."

Realizing he might be saved, the poor guy extinguished his last ditch efforts and released 'Kitten's' hair.

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Sanderson took a look and quickly patted Kitten on the arm, saying, "Okay, okay, calm down, calm down. I'll help you beat this son of a bitch later."

'Kitten' knew she couldn't go too hard; she pinched the poor sap hard enough to make him let out a strangulated 'ugh, ugh' but then she let go and stood up. Glaring at the guy panting like he'd just survived a catastrophe, she said displeased, "Next time, you won't be so lucky."

After finishing, 'Kitten' didn't pay attention to Captain Sanderson. She turned and bumped into Big-Bearded Walters with her shoulder like a ruffian on the soccer field, then walked over to Joe Ga. She and the chuckling Joe Ga and Dorian high-fived each other...

Sanderson noticed that the others in Team B were also giving him strange looks, and he felt like he was in a no-win situation. However, he knew he had to keep the situation under control, or things would really get messy.

Glaring at the pot-lid-headed instigator, Sanderson shoved Big-Bearded Walters hard, then pulled him over to Joe Ga, saying grumpily, "Boss, this is Walters, call sign 'Tailor.' He's an old comrade of mine."

Joe Ga saw that his side seemed to have the upper hand. He stepped out from behind Ayu, reaching out with a smile, "Pleased to meet you, Lieutenant Walters.

I'm Hu Lang, CEO of P.B. 'Powerful Strike' security contracting firm. I'm looking forward to working with you guys."

Chocked full of frustration, Walters had a load of bad luck with nowhere to vent. Holding his nose, he shook hands with Joe Ga and said, "I'll remember your company, 'Powerful Strike' is indeed very powerful!"

Joe Ga, seeing the big-bearded man in front of him frustrated with nowhere to unleash it, cheerfully said, "Later, 'Vanguard' will leave you a number. If you can't make it in the army, feel free to apply with P.B.

We have a high demand for elites here, and the salary is pretty decent too."

Seeing Joe Ga showing not even a hint of apology, Walters snorted unhappily and said in a stuffy voice, "I'm not interested in your little African company..."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga pretended to suddenly realize and said, "That's perfect, I'm going to America next month. You can look for me there to apply. You're a friend of 'Vanguard', so I'll give you some preferential treatment."

Saying this, Joe Ga added meaningfully, "Buddy, it's good to aspire to big cities; I'll keep a position as head of security for you in our New York branch."

Just as Walters was about to choke on blood, Antar, who had been observing with night vision binoculars, suddenly raised his hand and said, "Team E is coming. They are trailing a group at 500 meters on the side, at nine o'clock. King Kong, be on alert..."

Upon hearing that, King Kong waved his large hand, pushing Walters back about 5 meters, keeping him away from his boss. He then mounted a PKM machine gun on the hood of the Polaris off-road vehicle, aiming in the direction Antar had indicated.

Dorian naturally took Ayu's place, pulling the boss back to a spot behind the angle of a Polaris and a tree.

Everyone present was a veteran; each reacted instinctively.

What had been a lively meet and greet moments before had suddenly transformed into a battlefield.

Big-Bearded Walters and the radio operator arranged for two injured men to be placed at the side of a Polaris and then started contacting the United State military base, seeking to confirm the identity of the small team.

Big-Bearded Walters breathed a sigh of relief soon after, then made a signal to his people, including Sanderson, saying, "It's the French, FUCK, the Frenchies have gotten involved too."

Sanderson was very dissatisfied with his current situation. Annoyed, he said, "Could you shut the hell up? You don't call the shots here."

Joe Ga, having heard Sanderson's complaint, responded with a smile, "No worries, I always know how to show them who's boss."

Then Joe Ga turned to Dorian and said, "Shoot a flare over there, make them show themselves."

Dorian glanced at the buildings on the outskirts of the small town over 800 meters away, then with a malicious grin, he took out a grenade launcher and fired two flares in the direction of the French.

In the unobstructed desert area, two flares suddenly lit up, drawing everyone's attention.

Even from hundreds of meters away, Joe Ga could hear the French cursing as several RPGs flew out from the direction of the town…

At such a distance, RPGs would definitely be ineffective, but the display had given the Frenchies a scare, and they quickly abandoned their approach by stealth, rapidly closing in on Joe Ga's position.

By this time, the United State, France, and Niger were almost done coordinating, but since this French team still wanted to make such an almost provocative move to show off their professionalism, they needed to be taken down a peg.

Tracer fire from heavy machine guns above the buildings of the town sent the Frenchies' arrogance plummeting.

As they approached, they voluntarily disarmed, spreading their hands wide.

Honestly speaking, these guys looked very professional, and a careful observer would have noticed that the clasps on their pistol holsters had already been undone. They seemed relaxed, but within a 20-meter range, they were ready to draw and shoot at any moment.

Joe Ga stepped out from hiding, seeing the 'SAS' badge sewn onto the Frenchmen's arms. He whistled and laughed, "It's not the Foreign Legion, but the Marine Corps' 1st Parachute Infantry Regiment."

The French SAS was a T1 unit!

People always think SAS refers to the British special forces, but actually, during World War II, the SAS included two excellent French squadrons.

Realizing he'd run into the French Dagger unit this time, Joe Ga looked at the Rangers' Big-Bearded Walters and chuckled, "By the way, which tier would you guys be, U.S. T2?"

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