King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga's pistol shooting was always terribly stable, but when it came to using the training camp's AR70 rifle for target shooting, he struggled.

The rifle was too old and too poor, and it required figuring out the trajectory. At a distance of 100 meters, he actually didn't hit all the targets, which was an impossibility when he used his own gun.

Joe Ga thought his performance was terrible, but surprisingly, the training camp instructors nodded and gave a thumbs up.

Then, when the people after him took their turn, Joe Ga understood that it wasn't that he was exceptionally bad, but that getting used to a gun takes time for everyone, and the more experienced a person is, the shorter that time will be.

The best performance in this round came from those three Sri Lankan men. They must have been used to poor guns and knew how to handle them.

The first two shots were very cautious, but once they had a basic grasp of the trajectory, they sped up their pace. They didn't aim for the precise 10 ring but targeted a general area and swept through it with a burst of bullets, achieving a decent hit rate, very much in Karman's style.

Even with lowered standards, this shooting round still eliminated four people.

Some soldiers from smaller nation's forces were excellent, but the lack of live-fire training resulted in these skilled soldiers being slightly less experienced compared to those who were trained with more bullets.

Watching the number reduce to 40, Joe Ga signaled to an instructor to have everyone rest and then started to pray that tomorrow's activities wouldn't eliminate too many people.

A spur-of-the-moment 'selection' had set a high standard, but the downside was that the number of suitable people seemed to have decreased.

If he couldn't even gather twenty people by the end, it would be embarrassing. He might have to start another round, but who has the time for that?

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After dinner that evening, Joe Ga went to the training camp's massage room and found a professional masseuse to help him relax.

Dorian's cousin Vito sat across from him, holding a training schedule and discussing tomorrow's activities with him.

Holding a training schedule in his hand, Joe Ga loudly asked the masseuse behind him to be gentler while carefully comparing it and said, "Does it have to be this exaggerated? I feel like I might not make it through myself.

What if all those people get eliminated? Can we loosen the standards a bit like today's shooting training?"

Vito hesitated with the schedule in hand and said, "We can't. The training for the next two days is not so much a selection as it is a precursor to 'combat diving'.

Combat diving is dangerous, and if you can't make it through the first two days, I suggest you just give up."

Vito looked at Joe Ga, who had a strange expression on his face, and smiled, saying, "Are you overthinking it? Compared to you, those mercenaries have much stronger physical abilities.

Plus, the intensity of this training isn't as great as you imagine, it's just a bit painful.

The purpose of this training is to teach everyone how to swim in a more energy-efficient manner, but more importantly, to see how strong their willingness to work for you is.

If they can't pass this round, even if you recruit them, they might not last long.

You want elite personnel. We have prepared according to your previous requests, and if you back out now, you'll have to discount the benefits of the combat diving training you promised these people, because it's risky to participate in combat diving training without passing the preliminary training."

After listening, Joe Ga felt that Vito made sense; just because he found it tough didn't mean the soldiers felt the same way.

Having set a high bar from the start, retreating now would not only waste money but also be embarrassing.

Looking at the somewhat scary training schedule in his hand, Joe Ga sighed and, seeing the sly smile on Vito's face, said, "Why do I feel like you actually want to see me fail?"

Vito grinned mischievously, saying, "You pay us to meet your demands, we fulfill your requests, and our boss also wants to see to what extent a bunch of mercenaries who work for money can go."

"For this, our boss even authorized us to conduct some classified training projects for you, that's a privilege usually reserved for special forces."

Joe Ga sighed and said, "This is just classic spending money to suffer.

"Have you ever seen a fool like me before?"

Vito was silent for a while before saying, "I have, and they underwent 80 days of intense combat diving training."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga asked curiously, "Who are they? Leather Head?"

Vito shook his head and said, "It was a mercenary called 'Gunfire'. He selected a team of mercenaries using methods similar to yours, and then those people did many big things in Africa."

"'Gunfire'?"

Joe Ga fell silent for a moment, then asked curiously, "What did those people do in Africa?"

Vito shrugged and said, "They were involved in armed coups, suppressing the Opposition Armed Forces, basically anything that could benefit the major corporations of Europa."

Joe Ga was stunned for a moment, pondering his own situation, and said, "What happened to them later? I seem not to have heard about such a group operating in Africa."

Vito spread his hands and said, "I heard they were all killed. A Russian special forces unit used heavy weapons in coordination in Algeria to inflict heavy losses on them.

At that time, there was a French team nearby, but no one came to their rescue."

Joe Ga detected a tone of regret in Vito's voice; military personnel should not get involved in politics, and mercenaries paid to do a job should be even more cautious.

Once caught in political whirlwinds, it's easy to end up dead and forgotten, no matter how tough you are. There are plenty in the world who could bring you down.

Without a strong backing, one might participate in politics, but should never engage in dirty work. Otherwise, without a legal advantage, any death is not wrongful.

Not to mention mercenaries, even the renowned Delta Force from the United States, if they get killed, then they are just dead.

Because what they're involved in is dirty work, and the United States has never officially acknowledged their actions."

The mercenaries Vito spoke of were 'Delta Force' formed by various European countries, spending money. Those guys made too many enemies in Africa and were eventually trapped and killed by the Russian special forces.

Joe Ga didn't feel pity for them but learned something from them, that is, not to be used as pawns by politicians; otherwise, not only might you not get enough compensation, but you could also be betrayed at any moment.

Seeing Joe Ga seemed to understand something, Vito laughed and said, "Whether those guys were foolish or not, their combat abilities had been verified.

I suggest you stick to your selection criteria; true elites are much stronger and more useful than ordinary soldiers.

You're the boss of Dorian, and I hope you can build a capable team, so my foolish cousin can be a bit safer."

Joe Ga nodded upon hearing this and said, "Let's do it then. Even though it's a bit embarrassing being the last-place boss, I believe they won't make fun of me."

Vito nodding cheerily said, "Of course, you're the boss who pays the bills!

Go for it! I think you can do it!"