King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Salenko followed Boss Qiao into the command center, only to be slightly taken aback by the odd assortment of personnel within.

A Major from Seville led a command team, accompanied by two Captains.

Technicians from the CIA played the role of junior workers.

Two field operatives, York and Sofia, led the CIA's intelligence analysis team, verifying every inch of the streets, buildings, and people in Byrdi and Tubruq, using a combination of drone footage and verbal reports from local refugees...

Antar's small drones weren't much of use now, so he took charge of coordinating with the National Army, maintaining regular drone patrols, and incidentally streaming the footage back to the command center.

Essentially, they were sponging off the National Army's resources. The AVIC trainers responsible for teaching the National Army's drone operators were quite cooperative, immediately accommodating Antar's requests, prioritizing PB over the National Army whenever needed with the Winged Dragon.

These individuals were somewhat normal, but in the upper part of the command center sat an Englishman with a plastered leg and a French Major.

The two were part of an observation group, and nobody welcomed their presence.

The most out of place here were the three six-person squads...

They were SEAL Team Six, sent by the American Government to protect Ambassador Steven.

The SAS squad responsible for the safety of the injured Englishman.

And a six-man squad from the First French Parachute Infantry Regiment, the French SAS.

No one could have imagined that Boss Qiao's "arrow shot through the clouds" not only gathered a large force and resources but also brought three Tier 1 teams from the world's major powers.

Of course, it couldn't be said officially that they were commanded by PB, but if Boss Qiao could command these soldiers, rounded up, wasn't he essentially their boss too?

These were the people of Sangha Town Base hankering for battle, but this was why Boss Qiao didn't want them there.

Truth be told, except for those old monsters who could confidently take them on in the jungle, others were not necessarily a match for these guys.

For the sake of these guys, 'Comet', who was currently 'undercover' amongst the French squad and had secured a spot on PB's roster, even made a special call to Joe Ga.

The captain of the French SAS squad, 'Hatchet', was 'Comet's' good friend and the designated deputy team leader.

Isn't that convenient?

The French Major was there to supervise Boss Qiao's work, hoping to send him back to Sangha Town sooner to facilitate the commencement of trade group activities, but without realizing it, he was being sidelined.

However, this civilian Major was on the same page as that person from Sangha Town, preferring the company and camera time with Princess Amina and Jemma Alexander rather than hanging out in the command center.

Boss Qiao accommodated his request, and with great food, drinks, and red envelope hospitality, the guy integrated here quickly.

Let's not even start on SEAL Team Six; Ambassador Steven now publicly claims to be a devout worshipper of Hu Lang, a staunch ally, a best friend, and a comrade to trust with one's life...

Given all these titles, the SEALs had no choice but to earnestly follow commands and work hard. In the recent week, they had already conducted several operations in Byrdi.

The most displeased person in the room was the Englishman with a broken leg, claiming to be an MI6 agent, tasked with leading PB's operation to strike at terrorists...

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Before he could finish his piece, Ayu grabbed him, threw him out of the second floor, and after he broke his leg and howled on the ground for six hours, a doctor slowly came over to set his leg.

As soon as the anesthesia wore off, he called headquarters to complain, then requested an air-drop of an SAS team to recoup their position.

While the SAS did arrive, the situation had completely changed.

England and France, severely troubled by terrorist acts, shared a consensus on partnering with the National Army in Libya to combat Al-Qaeda.

English and French staff were present in the National Army's headquarters, and every National Army offensive had the backing of England and France.

Strictly speaking, the Englishman's request wasn't unreasonable—after all, he came from a major power, and if Qiao had agreed, the Englishman could have provided substantial support.

But the Englishman failed to understand the situation this time...

Boss Qiao prepared a lavish table of 'delicious dishes', inviting friends from all over the world to dine.

You come up here trying to dismiss the 'chef' to 'cook' yourself, but with your level of 'English cuisine,' do you think you can satisfy everyone?

The English are used to being arrogant, but soon, changes in the outside world shifted his attitude.

The Americans made a statement, the French backed down, the Italians sent blessings, and the Greeks invited Boss Qiao to visit regularly.

Princess Amina was nominated by the United Nations as an 'Outstanding Female Representative', and Jemma Alexander received the 'Outstanding Contribution Award' from the Red Cross. Now, it's just short of presenting Hu Lang with a 'Humanitarian Medal.'

If someone picked a fight now, and the excited media found a pretext, not just that agent but the entire MI6 would have to take the fall.

With the power of public sentiment in his hands, Boss Qiao stood on the moral high ground, wielding the baton of romanticism, and anyone who provoked him was out of luck.

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Any thoughts of retaliation were cast aside, the Brits now only wanted to earnestly complete their 'observer representative' task, and not get strangled to death by that fearful giantess.

As for the SAS, well, as agreed, they wouldn't shirk the responsibilities that were theirs to fulfill.

Salenko, who had always been brimming with confidence, felt immense pressure ever since he entered the command room.

Although he hailed from the elite troops of Russia, he was still several grades behind those three teams.

By now, Salenko dared not babble about 'letting us go in.' He followed Boss Qiao honestly, paid a visit to Major Zahovic from Seville, the commander, and honestly reported the status of his own team, allowing the superior officer to assign them tasks.

Zahovic, at 32, was young, handsome, and a high achiever from the Seville Army Command Academy; he currently served as staff to Seville's 72nd Special Operations Brigade.

Of course, Zahovic had temporarily retired for a few months to help Boss Joe fight while also amassing more real combat experience.

Boss Joe indeed gave him due regard, entrusting Zahovic with troop movements around the camp, defensive strategies, and attack controls.

The force under his command had increased to nearly 600 people, including 200 Seville paratroopers, 200 Wagner mercenaries, 100 artillerymen, and 12 'Nora-52' self-propelled howitzers...

Additionally, there were the Egyptian army aviation teams currently lying low, plus three of the P5's T1 special forces teams. This force under his command was the very top tier across the whole of Africa.

The actual effectiveness in real combat would have to be seen in the final outcome, but his vanity was off the charts!

Zahovic was also quite personable. After chatting with Salenko, he proactively invited him to join the command room to facilitate the movement of Wagner mercenaries.

Salenko, a thick-headed frontline soldier, had never experienced anything like this.

He quickly got acquainted with the scope of Boss Joe's influence through a Seville paratrooper captain and realized it was time to change his way of thinking.

It was still warfare, but Boss Joe was prepared to discard the African approach, aiming to ramp up the intensity of the war, and leave the terrorists utterly unable to keep pace.

High-precision artillery support, helicopter cover, and drones strikes when necessary.

It was said that Boss Joe was currently negotiating with Egypt to borrow a military airfield. If successful, those second-hand helicopters would have a reliable maintenance location, and six Super Albatross helicopters could be dispatched for support at any time.

Politicians see political power and media influence, while soldiers see military strength.

P·B really isn't that strong; both of Libya's neighbors, Egypt and Algeria, could thrash it easily.

But only those who have served and seen combat understand that a force composition like P·B's is the most flexible.

No bloated command system, no restrictive red tape.

In localized, low-intensity conflicts, even on a global scale, P·B could be considered decent.

At the very least, this form of P·B instilled fear in the terrorists at the base, while the bigger armies found themselves tied up in red tape.

Salenko had not expected that he could participate in such tactically demanding battles after retirement. Right after he received the invitation, he ran back to change into his cleanest uniform, ready to entrench himself in the command center and respond to his brothers' requests for frontline support at any moment.

After Salenko left, Zahovic straightened up and saluted Joe Ga before saying with a smile, "Boss, why do you have time to come here? Wagner's men aren't worth too much of your concern.

'Professor' notified me that in two days, we'll have four 'Omegakin' modular rocket launchers delivered. If the Egyptian army aviation can keep the helicopters in good shape, we could achieve full coverage from air to ground.

The number of hardcore terrorists is not as high as we imagined. If CIA's intelligence can keep up, we can execute precise decapitation strikes.

Then use heavy firepower to break the will of the rest!"

In just a few words, Zahovic managed to get nods of agreement from those three T1 special forces teams. The pride of a regular army was showcased in all its glory here.

Joe Ga, upon hearing this, said irritably, "I'm a fucking mercenary too!"

As he spoke, Joe Ga glanced toward a stout bearded SEALs member muttering obscenities. He picked up a pen and threw it at him, cursing, "Hey, 'Gunpowder,' you still owe me four thousand bucks, show some respect to your creditor!"

The moment 'Gunpowder' heard this, he sprang up angrily, snortingly saying, "I demand a rematch, ten bullets each. I wasn't in good shape that day because the food here doesn't agree with my stomach."

Joe Ga said contemptuously, "You've been eating more than a pig these past few days, and even with my eyes closed, I shoot better than you.

Show me some respect, and maybe I'll forget your debt. I've heard this loser can't even pay his mortgage. You've really set a new low for my expectations of SEAL Team Six."

Upon hearing this, 'Gunpowder' looked angrily at his buddies, wanting to know who had betrayed him.

After finding nothing, he angrily gave the middle finger and said, "At least three guys here are homeless, 'Hellhound' got divorced and can only live in a garage, 'Detector' still can't even save up for a down payment on a house, and has to live in..."

Before 'Gunpowder' could finish, his mouth was covered by a few teammates who cooperatively picked him up and tossed him out of the command room.

'Hellhound,' the leader of SEAL Team Six, having gotten rid of the tactless 'Gunpowder,' approached Joe Ga and said, "Sir, we'd be glad to serve you, but we refuse to fly on Egyptian army aviation's helicopters — those broken contraptions could crash at any moment..."

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