King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga shook his head noncommittally and said with a smile, "You need to make a decision quickly, whether to stick with me or go back to Washington to fight for your life!

Your attitude will determine what we do next, and the process will be very different!"

Eric, in his forties, suddenly found tears streaming down his face...

He never expected Joe Ga to treat him this way.

A person faced with a desperate situation suddenly finds an opportunity to retreat or advance.

The impact is so intense that it fully reveals the charismatic personality of Boss Joe.

Boss Joe has the backing of the Department of Justice, the halo of the Princess; unless he makes mistakes himself, no one will deliberately trouble him.

Protecting Eric would certainly not be a mistake since it's part of a mission, and the details of which couldn't be disclosed.

If Eric is willing to leave the political arena, he would instead gain bargaining chips and a large degree of freedom of choice, because his future would no longer be in someone else's hands.

Renouncing his political ambitions, as long as he doesn't directly conflict with his former boss, he might even receive some preferential treatment.

Because he is just a stepping stone, a placeholder, it's his boss who must die, his boss owes him...

Once he figured this out, the gloom that had enveloped Eric lifted, and after a long period of contemplation with clasped hands, he said, "Hu Lang, I can't let you take too much risk.

As long as I'm alive back in Washington, I'll surrender to my boss. If she compromises, she will be the Democratic Party's nominee for the next president. We can't oppose her—it won't help your career.

I'll come clean and surrender, give up my position in exchange for some compensation, and then I could become your military advisor in Washington."

As if he'd had an epiphany, Eric added, "With the decisive chips we have, it's like wearing a protective talisman.

And the best part is, no one else knows about this yet—it's a huge advantage!"

Joe Ga, looking at the suddenly energized Eric, said with a laugh, "So your decision is to return to Washington but work with me, haven't I understood correctly?"

Looking at Eric, who nodded vigorously, Joe Ga smiled and extended his hand, saying, "I like the 'we' you've used. I never let down my friends...

Actually, my demands are not high, just being able to independently decide my own fate is enough! You can do that, right?"

Eric, looking at the ungreedy Joe Ga, remarked emotionally, "Hu Lang, if you dare to take risks, within a year, you might even become the one playing the chess."

Seeing Joe Ga's scornful look, Eric said helplessly, "Well, maybe I'm just timid!

Now you're the boss, what do you think we should do?"

Joe Ga, glancing around the chaotic office, pondered, then pressed the communicator and said, "Antar, release the drones, check if someone is watching us from the outside."

After speaking, Joe Ga, rubbing his chin, looked at a group of young CIA agents, smiling, "How would it be if these young folks managed to make it back alive?"

Unsure of Joe Ga's intentions, Eric thought for a moment and said, "If I surrender to my former boss and am willing to vouch for them, they should be sidelined. As long as they cause no trouble, they won't be in danger."

Joe Ga smacked his lips and asked, "What if they find out the inside story of this affair?"

Eric shrugged and replied, "Then they'll have to consider finding a new job and keep their mouths shut until those in power step down. Then they can think about stepping forward to write memoirs or something."

Looking at Joe Ga's strange look, Eric said incredulously, "Don't tell me you're thinking of recruiting them like you did with Frester's men?"

Joe Ga spread his hands and said, "Since I came in, you've been telling me they're all top talents. Such talent is bound to attract me, don't you think?

The CIA isn't as mysterious as I thought; considering them as workers is quite reasonable, right?"

Eric, upon hearing this, nodded and said, "Very reasonable, especially since you're going to save their lives!

Leave it to me to handle. As long as we can get back, I can make them feel unsafe in America and then hint subtly—they will naturally think of you.

These young people were handpicked by me. They have clean backgrounds and are really not bad talent-wise. It's just that I miscalculated this time..."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga said curiously, "If you surrender to your former boss, what compensation do you think you'll get?"

Eric, now fully immersed in his role, quickly grasped Joe Ga's intent and answered with a smile, "At the very least, I could recommend a successor for the Africa Branch. There won't be much action here in the coming years, so no major interests—africa isn't important to the big players anymore.

Do you have any good recommendations?"

Joe Ga took out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, hesitated between DEA's Michael Beach and the imprisoned Frester, then shook his head and said, "I haven't decided yet, I'll let you know once I have.

Let me say something a bit arrogant—the head of the CIA Africa Branch could have a very good gilding opportunity as long as they're willing to cooperate with me.

Actually, who it is isn't important, what's important is that they are one of us!"

Eric understood Joe Ga's meaning all too well—P·B excels at fighting drug traffickers and terrorists!

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The head of the CIA division could easily get enough chips for promotion, as long as they were one of their own.

It was then that Eric realized Joe had positioned P·B too well!

Remaining on the fringes of the Pentagon, which made it difficult to be tied down.

Working closely with the Department of Justice, they received the most solid legal support.

Holding a "Princess" garnered exceptional attention.

Although P·B wasn't a large company, it was always positioned to move freely.

Just like the current situation, had it been someone from another company, they'd be scurrying like ants on a hot pan seeking help everywhere, but Joe just calmly waited for changes to occur, completely ignoring the strategies behind the events.

Because Joe was a mercenary, as long as he could get out alive, Harlotte's deathly grudge could be set aside, and the first thing Eric's boss behind the scenes would think of was to compensate him, not to grievously offend him.

After all, P·B was not their target. There was room for negotiation—politicians had to consider cost-effectiveness. P·B might be small, but greatly offending it—setting aside the pressure from the Department of Justice—would really cost lives, and not just a few. New York and Texas could testify to that!

With this in mind, Eric suddenly looked at Joe Ga and asked, "If you didn't have that game-changing chip in hand, would you still help me as much?"

Joe Ga shrugged indifferently and said, "Your choice has made that chip temporarily useless, so do you think it makes a difference?"

Looking into Joe Ga's clear eyes, Eric suddenly laughed and said, "It does. Without it, I would have no confidence at all... "

Joe Ga knew that Eric was subtly pledging loyalty, implying that we're now in the same boat, so boss, you've got to cover me.

Joe Ga laughed heartily and said, "The contract money from Niger is all on P·B America's account, let the great beauty Monica do the high-profile tasks, and you know what you're responsible for.

I can choose not to compete for big contracts with the Pentagon, not to clash with those giants. My current requirement is that no inexplicable but irresistible commissions come my way, don't let anyone dictate my actions, and the rest is up to you to play freely."

At this moment, Eric really let go. He nodded vigorously, saying, "No problem, the profits from Niger are enough to work in Washington.

Once I settle down, I will try to obtain the logistics contract for the Mali Base. There are 290 people there, and the profits are even better.

I like P·B's way of operation, very mild, and it's easy to make friends."

Joe Ga patted Eric on the shoulder, signaling him to get to work, after all, he had done a lot of preparation before, and he should not miss out on the due harvest. Those things would become bargaining chips as long as he was alive.

In the past, these things could have helped him climb the ranks, but now they would all be converted into P·B's benefits.

Watching Eric, who was reenergized, join the young people and start coordinating their work, everything soon seemed to function just perfectly...

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Joe Ga felt that his choice was probably right. Eric's ability was great, his ambition was big, but that wasn't a flaw.

Joe Ga had been somewhat worried about Monica becoming the president of P·B's branch office, but now with Eric filling in, that worry was gone.

As long as Eric could stabilize, as long as Thompson could dig out the 'Accountant' from the Heinz family and take away the vast military connections...

With Eric to straighten things out, it would save Monica the time to figure things out, allowing the latent power of P·B's branch office to swell swiftly.

Joe always had the talent to turn bad things into good, and as he slowly accumulated chips, this talent would gradually push P·B toward the direction of being a major player.

Idle Joe Ga saw the girl with braces shredding documents stealing glances at him and, with malice, he smiled and blew her a kiss, scaring the girl into screaming and darting into the busy crowd.

"Haha..."

Joe laughed twice and turned to go out for a walk, only to see Nis and Antar standing behind him...

The laughter ceased abruptly. Joe Ga scratched his head and said, "I was just joking with that girl, don't take it seriously..."

Nis glanced at the braces girl peering around and nodded, saying, "I know. Come out and take a look, it looks like we've run into some trouble."

"What's up? Trouble shouldn't have found us so quickly..."

Joe Ga followed Nis and Antar to the hall piled with weapons and equipment, where he heard Spurs arguing with several local staff.

Seeing that Xiao Hei from P·B at the gate was about to clash with the locals, Joe Ga decisively motioned with his hand and called, "Open the gate, let them leave..."

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at Antar and asked, "Do we have enemies around us?"

Antar placed a tablet on top of a box, then enlarged the drone's image and said, "There are over eighty people in the woods a kilometer south, and about a hundred more are ambushed on both sides of the main road to the east.

These people are not wearing military uniforms. Nis says the eastern part of Liberia might be sectarian militia territory, so it's possible these are terrorists from the base."

Pointing to the armed pickup trucks on the screen, Antar said, "Boss, they have heavy weaponry, we have a geographical advantage, but we're still short-handed.

If we're going to evacuate, we need to do it quickly, before they're fully in position, hit them with mortars, so we can break out using the armored vehicles.

If we're holding out, then we need to get moving..."

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