King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe had never been involved in evacuation operations before. In his mind, the evacuation simply meant getting his own people onto the planes or ships headed back home.

But the reality was that among the more than 80 workers, 6 had lost the ability to move, 22 had been beaten and injured as a result of being robbed, and they also brought a massive amount of luggage with them when they retreated to the market.

Without any experience in organizing evacuations, the scene became instantly chaotic.

The sound of gunfire had not yet ceased when Joe watched several men run by with stretchers. A dark-skinned middle-aged woman rushed up to Joe and said, "We need medicine, and there are two people here who urgently need blood transfusions. I've found people with the same blood type, but we don't have the right equipment."

Joe paused for a moment and waved at 'Medic Officer Bird,' calling out, "Medic Officer Bird, check on them."

As he spoke, Joe shouted to the crowd, "Everybody quiet down, is Zhao Shiyi here?"

Ren Liang, who had previously tried to go out to look for medicine, spoke up in the midst of the crowd's confusion, "Chief, our boss Zhao is down with malaria and can't even stand up now."

Upon hearing this, Joe pointed at Ren Liang and asked, "Have you served in the military?"

Ren Liang, probably mistaking Joe as some big shot of Central Africa's underworld, saluted instinctively and reported loudly, "Reporting, my name is Ren Liang, was a cook in the special forces company of Southwest ** Regiment..."

At the mention of 'cook,' Joe's eyes lit up. He gestured and said, "Then it's you. You are in charge of tallying the list and counting the numbers. We cannot miss anyone, got it?"

Ren Liang puffed out his chest and bellowed, "Reporting, I guarantee the mission will be completed!"

Joe patted Ren Liang on the shoulder, then turned to the workers who were beginning to quiet down and announced loudly, "Everyone stay calm, line up. Remember the people in front, behind, to your left, and to your right. We're all going home together, and we're not leaving anyone behind.

Can we do that?"

"Yes~"

After a loud response from the crowd, several men with apparent military experience, along with the original management of the construction site, took the initiative to find Ren Liang and began working with the loud-voiced cook.

'Medic Officer Bird,' with his rough and speedy actions, examined the seriously wounded. He passed the medicine he was carrying to the dark-skinned middle-aged female doctor, and once he confirmed that she knew how to use the medicine, he started performing field surgery.

One guy who had been hit in the thigh by a stray bullet was indeed close to death.

Lacking broad-spectrum antibiotics, signs of infection had appeared on the man's thigh, and if they didn't operate quickly, his leg would not be saved.

Joe watched 'Medic Officer Bird' in action, walked over and looked, and asked, "How long will you need?" Stay connected with My Virtual Library Empire

'Medic Officer Bird,' in the makeshift infirmary that the female doctor had set up, efficiently completed the steps of administering IV fluids and medication to the wounded, then swiftly cut open the swollen and pus-filled thigh muscle after giving a morphine injection into his leg.

Joe had seen blood spurt before, but this was truly his first time witnessing pus gush forth; as soon as the scalpel opened the skin, clumps of pus oozed out.

Watching the middle-aged female doctor skillfully wipe the wound with tweezers and cotton, Joe figured this wasn't going to be over quickly, so he said simply, "I'll be outside. Just tell me directly if you need anything. Don't worry, we have time."

After he finished, Joe pressed the communicator and said, "Dragon Gecko, establish a defensive perimeter, we need to delay a bit.

Antar, keep an eye on the surroundings. If you spot anything suspicious, don't bother with anything else, have the mortar fire a round first."

Having given his orders, Joe voluntarily stepped out of the temporary infirmary and went outside.

Outside, it was still chaotic, but amidst the chaos, there was now order.

Looking at the pots, pans, and other household items that the workers didn't forget to take with them in their escape, Joe shook his head in appreciation. He understood too well the thoughts of these workers sent abroad.

Those belongings were all their possessions, for which they had paid money, and they wanted to take their stuff with them if there was any chance.

A truck was arranged to back into the market...

Watching the crowd quieten down, Joe smiled and said, "I know you can't bear to leave them, so let's get the luggage onto the truck first. Keep your valuables on you.

It'll be a bit crowded on the ride out, but there will be other vehicles for you once we're outside the city, alright?

We're going home with dignity, and we will not leave a single person—nor a single possession—behind!"

Joe's considerate gesture sparked a cheer from the crowd. The noisy scene continued, but it was no longer filled with the gloom from before.

As a strong man took the initiative to hop onto the truck and help arrange the luggage, Ren Liang, holding several sheets of paper, ran up to Joe, stood at attention, and saluted loudly, "Reporting, Chief, there are a total of 86 people from Huaxing Construction Site, 6 seriously injured, 22 lightly injured, the remaining 58 are all fine, everyone is accounted for, please give your instructions..."

Joe was a bit unused to Ren Liang's behavior, but he was still pleased...

Taking the list from Ren Liang and scanning it quickly, Joe pocketed the list, then looked at Ren Liang and said, "You're a cook, are you interested in working with me?"

As he spoke, Joe saw Ren Liang's excited expression and quickly waved his hand, saying, "Just to clarify upfront, I run a mercenary company, not a regular army...

And stop calling me 'Chief' all the time. It's easy for me to catch a bullet that way on the battlefield."

Ren Liang grinned and said with a 'I get it' look, "Understood!"

Joe Ga looked at this guy's silly appearance and knew he didn't understand, but that was okay. Since he was a cook, just take him to Central Africa and let Old Niu test him out. If he's good enough, keep him; if not, give him some money to have fun and then send him home.

Just then, Joe Ga's earpiece crackled with Antar's voice...

"Sir, terrorists are trying to approach from the south of the market."

At the sound of this, Joe Ga turned and ran out of the market, sprinting more than 40 meters along the external wall, then quickly peeking his head out...

About seven or eight armed terrorists were on the street about 300 meters away.

This side was close to the National Army, and Karman and his team were on the other side, unable to help for the time being.

But it was only seven or eight people; Joe Ga didn't need too much help.

Turning around to signal Nis and Kitten to come over, he planned to give those guys a surprise.

But just as he turned around, he was startled to see Ren Liang crouching and following behind him.

"Damn, what are you doing here?"

"Boss, I finished the tasks inside, I came to help you out.

Don't think that just because I'm a cook, I can't handle this. I passed the professional infantry specialist exam with flying colors."

Ren Liang looked enviously at Xiao Hei across the street and said, "Give me the same equipment, and I'm sure I can outperform them."

Joe Ga only knew about the few non-commissioned officer stuff; he had no idea what 'professional infantry specialist' level meant. However, in China, if one can reach the level of 'specialist' without power, influence, or money, then they definitely must be exceptionally skilled.

Seeing Ren Liang who seemed eager to fight, Joe Ga nodded and said, "Hold on..."

After saying this, Joe Ga pressed the communicator and said, "Devil Bird, bring Elephant's spare equipment and gun over."

Soon Nis and Kitten came over, hugging the walls, with Nis holding a big package and an HK417.

Seeing Joe Ga gesturing towards Ren Liang, Nis handed over the equipment with a frown and said, "Zero at 100 meters, helmet and night vision goggles are in the bag."

Ren Liang's 'professional specialist' grade was apparently no joke. Even though he was unfamiliar with the weapons and equipment, it only took him three minutes to gear up.

Seeing Ren Liang nod at him, Joe Ga shifted his rifle to his left shoulder and said, "200 meters, 8 men, I'll cover..."

Joe Ga had a certain element of testing in mind, and he didn't finish his sentence before he pulled the trigger...

"Dada dada..."

A burst of gunfire made the terrorists, advancing under the cover of darkness, scatter to both sides.

Old soldiers know that unless the enemy is in a higher position that requires finding an angle to shoot close to walls, it's usually best not to stick close to walls during straight alley shootout.

The deadliest things on the battlefield are stray bullets and shrapnel...

Hugging the wall makes you a likelier target for ricochets, which are unpredictable, sometimes more so than direct fire bullets. The most important thing is that RPGs usually have impact fuse detonation—standing close to a wall could mean catching fragments at close range.

However, the terrorists lacked the courage to stand in the middle of the road and exchange fire with the enemy, but Ren Liang had it...

This guy, the moment Joe Ga pressured the enemy into a corner, stepped out into a standard tactical posture with his gun ready.

The moment he entered the alley, he pulled the trigger and, unbelievably, moved forward diagonally while firing for about 20 meters, then using an abandoned car for cover, demonstrated with precise shots to Joe Ga that he was truly elite.

Nis watched Kitten, who was cheerfully crouched below Joe Ga, occasionally poking his head out to fire two shots, and after a hit, he would ostentatiously mark a line on the ground.

Nis glanced at Joe Ga, who had picked up the rifle and was concentrating fully, then at Kitten throwing seductive glances as if casting pearls before swine. She shook her head with a wry smile, turned back to the vehicle, and found six full HK417 magazines and a Glock 17 pistol, which she packed into a bag and tossed to Ren Liang, 20 meters away.

Ren Liang had already emptied two magazines, and it wasn't until he confirmed there were no signs of life from the terrorists that he turned and picked up the small package thrown by the boss' wife.

Upon seeing the contents, Ren Liang joyfully stood up to say thanks when a 'whoosh' sound struck, and a bullet hit his chest, knocking him heavily to the ground.

"2 o'clock direction, 300 meters, SVD, Antar search there..."

Joe Ga shouted for Antar to locate the enemy, then he looked at Ren Liang struggling to sit up to return fire and yelled, "Don't move..."

Antar quickly responded, sending a photo to their tactical cellphone.

A sniper was lying on the rooftop of a small building behind the market, cunningly positioned. He had chiseled a shooting hole in the building's wall. If not for drone aerial photography, it would have been difficult to locate him.

Joe Ga patted Kitten's shoulder and said, "Don't stay here, let's go to the truck and find a mortar to blow up that son of a bitch."