King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga instantly understood Karman's meaning...

At this stage, the city evacuation in Tubruq had just begun, and the terrorists' operating range was extremely large.

However, as the evacuation proceeded, once this 'core area' began to waver, it would not only accelerate the evacuation elsewhere but would ultimately make them like little fish in a dry pond, left to be slaughtered at will.

There were two similar areas in Tubruq, which were actually battlegrounds. Now, Joe Ga and his team were simply starting the decisive battle a little early.

Breaking one point would trigger a chain reaction in other places.

Just as Joe Ga said, civilians couldn't expect too much from mercenaries. P·B just needed to prove their capability to defeat the terrorists and, with so many benefits distributed, could reverse the civilians' entrenched impressions.

With armored vehicle protection, evacuating each civilian was like cutting their flesh, slapping their faces, and digging their roots.

The terrorists had no choice but to fight desperately, for without the cover and support of these sympathetic civilians, they would lose their environment for survival.

When Joe Ga proposed the plan to clear the city, the battle turned into a contest for the local civilians.

This situation effectively reversed P·B's previously unfavorable position, and now Joe Ga aimed to transform the public security battle into an urban positional war.

While holding the terrorists down, by the means of 'rescuing people,' they would continue to bleed them out, gradually weakening their morale and slowly taking away the local support they had.

If the terrorists had any sense, they would understand that their only option was to defeat Joe Ga's team and then preserve the city's last spark and barrier.

After understanding this, Joe Ga decisively called up Teams B and D, instructing the others to continue clearing other areas while P·B would go head-to-head with the terrorists.

This time there was no artillery support, due to the high civilian population in the area.

Joe, the boss, was going to provide food and water to the people in this area while tearing off the terrorists' face through combat.

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Joe Ga's plan was quickly approved...

Behind the scenes, Zahovic began dispatching personnel. The organized local militia began to enter the scene, taking over 'mean jobs.'

Tuareg people, in groups, drove vehicles and bit by bit expanded the P·B-controlled area outwards.

A few T1 teams, besides the SEALs guarding the Mosque and using clergy to persuade locals to evacuate, bombarded the locals' nerves daily with air raid sirens. The SAS of England and France retreated to the safe zone, ready to enter the battlefield at any moment to support P·B's special combat teams.

In just three days, the terrorists began to feel enormous pressure and, helplessly, they concentrated some of their forces in Joe Ga's area, then launched a harsh lockdown on the three pieces of city they effectively controlled...

The three areas of Tubruq suddenly entered a semi-silent state!

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Joe Ga reoccupied a small building, spacing B and D teams 300 meters on either side. They established positions in a triangular formation, convenient for mutual support and also for crossfire to attack the desperate terrorists.

Over three days, Joe Ga and his team withstood several probing assaults, all of which they repelled.

When the terrorists realized that the P·B personnel occupied the high ground and were not intending to leave, they also adjusted their approach, starting to try to enlist locals to join them, preparing to gather enough cannon fodder to launch a total assault.

Joe Ga did not stop them. Those who joined the terrorist ranks with a little incitement were not worthy of sympathy.

Joe, the boss, was firmly rooted in the building, occasionally aiming his rifle to remind the terrorists that they weren't safe!

Three days without water or electricity had begun to push the civilians inside to their limits.

So as not to force anyone to join the Terrorist Organization unwillingly, P·B's logistics team sprang into action.

Three LMVs, outfitted with barbed wire on the exterior, each towed a series of modified flatbed trucks filled with bottled water and food into the terrorist-controlled zone.

Every 200 meters, a flatbed would detach from the convoy and proceed a little further before stopping.

The terrorists were clueless about P·B's intentions. They had collected a vast amount of food and water to outlast P·B, only to find that their adversaries were delivering it themselves...

How could these terrorists, who preyed on civilians, endure it?

A barrage of bullets was unleashed on the three LMVs, but they found they couldn't stop them.

Observing locals tentatively taking the supplies, the terrorists hesitated and ultimately refrained from taking drastic measures. Instead, they allowed the armored vehicles to slowly circle a one-kilometer radius, dropping all their cargo before retreating.

Arabic banners were hung on each stockpile of supplies...

"Hold on, P·B will take you out!"

"Don't give up, P·B will help you!"

"Take care of yourselves, P·B won't let you starve!"

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All sorts of messy banners might not have much effect once or twice, but over time they could shake people's hearts.

Joe Ga was well aware that this was a contest that required time. With the terrorists now distracted, with the docks and refinery on the cusp of resumption, he was in no hurry.

Slow and steady!

The faster the evacuation elsewhere, the fewer the civilian losses here, and the greater his final gain would be!

As LMVs distributed food and water in the terrorist-controlled zone, Joe Ga welcomed 'support.'

Old Bull, Tony, and 'Sugar' arrived in a truck guarded by two LMVs and stopped below the boss's building, unloading a large amount of food, water, generators, fuel, and even two stoves and two freezers.

The same thing happened under the buildings of B Team and D Team...

With over 40 large barrels of water, we had enough not only to drink but to bathe!

Joe Ga watched, dumbfounded, as Old Ox and his two comrades 'barged' into his territory and quickly set up a kitchen outpost at the far end of the second floor.

Once the generators were running and the freezer kicked into action, Old Ox stored a lot of meat that couldn't be preserved in the hot weather.

Joe Ga went over, pulled out a bottle of cold beer from the freezer, took a sip, and then looked at the proud and smiling Old Ox, saying, "Why don't you get me a few air conditioners?"

Upon hearing this, Old Ox actually responded earnestly, "Do you want them? I'll notify the guys in the rear..."

Joe Ga was taken aback by Old Ox's reaction and then said irritably, "What the hell do you want? Stop beating around the bush. Spit it out if you've got something to say."

Hearing this, Old Ox rubbed his hands and said, "Boss, what could I possibly want? The evacuation tasks have been sorted out, and we've freed up.

You guys holding the fort here must have a tough time. How could I, Old Ox, such a loyal guy, watch you suffer?"

While saying this, Old Ox thumped his chest and declared loudly, "Don't worry, with me here, from today on you're guaranteed a hot meal.

From now on, when you guys eat, Potato, 'Sugar,' and I will take turns on watch duty. Having an extra man means extra strength, and three more men means three times the strength – right, boss?"

Joe Ga looked at the spark in the eyes of Tony and 'Sugar' and the two huge gear cases beside them. He shook his head helplessly and said, "What's this fuss about, a bunch of cooks getting together?"

At this, Old Ox sounded slightly upset as he said, "What's wrong with being a cook? Hasn't every cook in our outfit been on the front lines?"

With that, Old Ox gave 'Sugar,' who wanted to speak up, a glare before patting his bald head and saying with a bit of frustration, "Well, 'Sugar' and I haven't actually been on the real front lines, but we've been in plenty of drills."

After listening, Joe Ga shook his head and said, "You know the risks and you still let your comrades take chances?

We're all just blokes out to make a living. Why take such risks when there's legitimate work to do?"

"They..."

Old Ox rubbed his face and said, "They don't care about that. Their eyes have been on fire these last few days. If it weren't for me stopping them, they would have come over two days earlier.

Don't worry about it, boss. Before those guys transferred to the cook squad, they were regulars in skirmishes with Northwest Terrorist Organization's killers. They know how to take care of themselves and even more, how to look after others."

Seeing Joe Ga's surprised expression, Old Ox resignedly said, "Just let us try it out. If you can't see the benefit in three days, you can send us all back."

While Old Ox was speaking, Tony, who had been standing by the door, ran in, cheerfully shouting, "Master, I've sent the car away. The boss can't make us leave this time.

At 500 a day, if we work ten days, you can buy Carmen a big ring."

Joe Ga, observing Old Ox's crestfallen expression, couldn't help but curse before shaking his head and saying, "Put everything away and then come upstairs to check things out. We've drawn up a safety route.

Remember when things kick off, don't run to the wrong place. Getting hit by stray bullets because you missed the cover would be incredibly stupid."

When Old Ox heard Joe Ga giving orders, he slapped his head and then loudly called out to Tony, "Potato is in charge of peeling potatoes. 'Sugar' stow the stove; I'm going to make a spicy shredded potato dish to whet everyone's appetite."

Joe Ga returned to the sniper post on the top floor. As he passed by 'Kitten,' he slapped her on the butt and said with a laugh, "There's water now, go rinse off and take a break. I'll keep watch for a while."

'Kitten,' seeing Nis sitting on a chair motionless like a statue, fixated on his scope, planted a kiss on Joe Ga's face with a grin, spat out the taste of sweat from her mouth twice, and then scurried downstairs.

Joe Ga took over 'Kitten's' position and, after steadying the SVD, said, "Devil Bird, you can rest too. Those terrorists across the way aren't going anywhere..."

As Joe Ga spoke, it was as if a switch had been flipped in Nis...

With a "bang," a man with a rifle who was snatching supplies from a local civilian was shot in the neck.

As Nis cycled the bolt of his rifle for the next shot, he said, "Just wait a little longer. I'm not quite used to it yet!"

Joe Ga, peering through the scope, saw a terrorist half-showing his face from behind a window, shouting something loudly at the street below. He decisively pulled the trigger, blowing the terrorist's face away...

After the successful shot, Joe Ga, looking at Nis, said with a smile, "Don't worry, as the boss lady of P·B, you'll get used to it eventually!

This is just the beginning. When the terrorists' defeat is certain, we'll move in to harvest them.

All we do now is accumulate advantages – it's all part of the fight.

It's just like choosing the best gear, picking an excellent sniper spot, and patiently observing and waiting.

The finishing blow is always saved for last!"

Upon hearing this, Nis turned her head to glance at Joe Ga and said, "A sniper doesn't go into battle with a chef..."

As she spoke, a slight smile appeared on Nis's face as she said, "I know you're actually just keeping me company. Thank you!"

Joe Ga, his eyes still fixed on the scope, pulled the trigger again. A man was checking a body inside a house and only showed half his head; Joe Ga called his shot!

Whistling proudly, Joe Ga turned to Nis and said, "You know, we're actually quite alike!

I love a fully focused Devil Bird, because we're made for each other!"

As Joe Ga was talking, the terrorists, enraged by the consecutive sniper killings, started fighting back...

"Dada dada…"

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