King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga didn't linger in the hangar, and after handing things over to 'Wrench,' he hurried to the command center.

The atmosphere in the command center was very good; the previous two raids had greatly boosted everyone's confidence.

With the help of unmanned airships, not only did P·B achieve smooth communication, but they could also monitor the battlefield in real time, allowing them to smoothly mobilize ground and air forces to strike the enemy…

Of course, the main focus was on air power.

The battle style of the Jungle Ghosts had already taken shape, and any hasty interruption to their rhythm by newcomers would only be counterproductive.

All Thompson and the others could do was provide broad targets, then let the Jungle Ghosts act on their own, and so far, the results looked quite good!

The gamification of the battlefield, especially at night, meant that Tony and his rookie crew couldn't directly perceive the brutal side of the battlefield.

When Joe Ga entered, they were happily celebrating their victory, a bunch of them clinking coffee cups together and having a great time.

Seeing Joe Ga enter the command center with a gloomy expression, Tony and the others quieted down for a moment, then uneasily put down their coffee cups…

Thompson was quite calm, he took a sip of espresso, then patted Tony on the shoulder to send him back to his workstation before looking at Joe Ga and saying, "Boss, what's the situation…"

Joe Ga waved his hand and said, "My bad mood has nothing to do with you guys, move the airship to the south. A group of well-equipped mercenaries has entered the Congo Jungle.

"They've slaughtered two villages and issued a challenge to us. I plan to have the Super Albatross respond tomorrow, but I need a general area."

Thompson was taken aback and asked, "Do we have more detailed intelligence? Like how many of them there are, where they entered the jungle from…"

Joe Ga shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, but no matter how many they are, I'm going to pull them out and wipe them out."

As he spoke, Joe Ga clenched his fist and pounded his palm fiercely, saying, "Initiate a massive bombing tomorrow, then I'll lead a team to Nova City to take out Setaka.

"I'm just not comfortable with how few people we have at the base right now!"

Thompson shook his head and said, "Boss, that's different from our plan.

"Bombing the mercenary camp on a whim can yield results, but it will also give the survivors a chance to retreat back to Nova City.

"They'll turn Nova City into a hellhole!"

As he spoke, Thompson looked at Joe Ga, who didn't seem too pleased, and said with a smile, "Boss, killing Setaka is easy, but we must follow the original plan.

"Let those mercenaries set out, and once they enter the designated artillery zone, we'll have enough time and manpower to corner them and slowly grind them down.

"Three days, no more than four, and we'll be ready to reap Setaka's head."

Joe Ga, frowning, said, "You're making it sound too easy. Am I missing something?"

Thompson chuckled and said, "Boss, you forgot that 'Engineer' is now by Setaka's side, responsible for making Setaka believe that the anti-aircraft missiles are operational.

"If you launch an aerial attack on the outskirts of Nova City and those two Beech systems fail, then 'Engineer' is as good as dead.

"I promised to bring them out safely…"

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga slapped his forehead and said, "I almost forgot about that; we'll have to be more careful then.

"Originally, I wanted to personally finish things off in Nova City, to put a perfect end to the whole battle, but now it looks like I'll have to make other arrangements." Continue reading stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Thompson shook his head with a smile and said, "Why make other arrangements?

"Boss, we can't let anyone disrupt our rhythm…

"We'll pick off those mercenaries and Setaka's soldiers piece by piece, then have teams D and E conduct a raid to cover 'Engineer' taking out Setaka, and finally, you show up to soothe the people of Nova City.

"The enemies in the southern jungle are not gods; to move quickly, they'll need to make use of the waterways.

"We can have the unmanned airships monitor the waterways, and as soon as there's movement, we'll send planes to bomb them.

"Just one successful strike can drive them into the jungle…"

As he spoke, Thompson said with a smile, "Boss, you've been in the jungle before—it's not heaven but a green hell.

"How far do you think people unfamiliar with the area can travel through the jungle each day?

"The north is the most important battlefield; it's tied to P·B's media image and, most importantly, real interests.

"Nova City is the most crucial city in northern Central Africa. Securing and controlling it means you have a say in the international diamond market.

"If you're not interested in the diamond market, then transfer the management of Nova City to the Central African Government and sign a security contract to take over the area's law enforcement.

"That would be even more beneficial to P·B's image!

"Boss, the Bangui defense contract offered by the Wagner Group was paid with a diamond mine."

"There's still profit to be made here!"

Joe Ga nodded in agreement, now realizing how crucial it is to have someone smart with clear-headedness and distinct standpoints.

Thompson always considered matters from P·B's perspective. He wouldn't worry about whether delaying a few days would lead to many deaths in the south, after all, their safety and defense were not guaranteed on paper.

What he considered was how to maximize P·B's interests!

According to the plan, devour the mercenaries in the north, and display strength to the outside world.

Take over Nova City, whether it's pacifying or handing over, both could show stance to the world.

Moreover, no matter how one chose, there would be huge derivative benefits.

It is said that war is the continuation of politics, but to some extent, politics is just 'business'.

If I can't get what I want through normal means, I'll take it by force. That's the essence of war.

As an intelligence officer, Thompson's role had surpassed merely organizing information and started evolving towards that of a staff officer.

And the absolute superiority of P·B's power in Central Africa seemed to make Thompson thrive like a fish in water.

After nodding in approval of Thompson's suggestion, Joe Ga found a chair to sit down, poured himself a cup of coffee and took a sip, then rubbed his slightly aching shoulders and said, "Then let's do it your way.

I had the people in the hangar pull out all the cluster bombs, to end the fight as quickly as possible."

When the boss decides to burn cash, Thompson certainly wouldn't discourage it.

It was a reflection of the boss's sense of responsibility – the earlier the battle ended, the lower the casualties of the soldiers and the lesser the pressure on the residents of the southern jungles.

Any worker would hope their boss has empathy, a sense of responsibility, and cares for their own people.@@novelbin@@

Bosses who are willing to spend money in these areas are good bosses, and they must be encouraged!

Realizing that Joe Ga was still uneasy about the south, Thompson smiled and refilled Joe Ga's cup with espresso, then said to Tony, "Tony, contact the people in the Congo security department, and have them send us all the entry lists from the Congo international airport for the past 20 days.

We will find those mercenaries, or else our boss won't be able to sleep peacefully."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga exclaimed in surprise, "You can find those mercenaries?"

Thompson said with a smile, "Boss, I am an intelligence officer. I might only be third-rate in combat, but sorting information and finding valid intelligence is my specialty."

While watching Tony making phone calls, Thompson shook his head with a smile and said, "I don't know what to say, boss. You've got the wrong idea about Tony and his team – they're all professionally trained intelligence personnel.

But what's amazing is that you use them as technicians or even all-rounders, and I don't seem to see anything wrong with that.

These kids are growing up fast, and they're very eager, which is rare in intelligence."

Joe Ga paused for a moment, then said with a smile, "When I hired you, I said I wanted all-rounders because I couldn't afford an entire intelligence network.

But I still don't understand, how do you plan to find those mercenaries?

What use is the entry list?"

Thompson took a sip of coffee, confident, and said, "The best way to enter the Congo Jungle is to come through Congo and then make your way deep into the jungle via the Congo River.

Of course, airborne operations are possible too, but jungle drops are incredibly risky, and without adequate supplies, their risks would increase enormously.

The elite mercenaries obviously can't be Congolese locals. It hasn't even been 20 days since the incident, and our opponents couldn't possibly use the sea routes to smuggle the mercenaries into Congo, so they would have to fly commercial.

All our intelligence officers are specially trained in passport recognition. We can use certain patterns to filter out suspicious passports, then perform a secondary comparison based on the physical features of the people inside, which is very likely to reveal their true identities."

Joe Ga nodded, thoroughly impressed, and said, "I truly hadn't thought it could be checked this way. Professional tasks really do require professional people.

You have my appreciation for your efforts!"

Thompson shook his head with a smile, and said, "Boss, you forgot, we have the backdoor to the FBI's database, and America's criminal databases are shared.

If any of these mercenaries have ever committed a crime, or have information in any department, like the CIA, DEA, or Department of Homeland Security, we can find them."

As Thompson saw Tony stand up and gesture towards them, he said with a smile to Joe Ga, "Boss, do you want to come watch? Familiarizing yourself with the logic of intelligence work will benefit you in the future, too."

Joe Ga finished the coffee in his cup and followed Thompson to stand behind Tony...

Seeing the boss had come too, Tony said excitedly, "The people at Congo's security department don't want to get up, so he gave me an authorization code. I can query Congo's entry data at will."

As he said this, Tony forcefully typed on the keyboard and, pointing at the stream of personal data that cascaded down the screen like a waterfall, said, "Over the past 20 days, 353,214 people have entered through Congo's four international airports."

Thompson waved his hand and said, "Exclude the Congolese locals and the people from other African countries who are transiting through..."