King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

The port city of Mombasa, Kenya!

After completing training on Sardinia, this was Joe Ga's first destination.

The first batch of 20 armored vehicles from Yuginebert Company, after nearly 30 days adrift, landed here.

Jori Amon, the lawyer introduced by Eric, after sorting out the mineral transfer procedures for the Central African Republic and Burundi, moved his law office to Nairobi.

This guy was highly capable, serving as an international legal counsel with a Western background, not only well-connected among the Africa people but also very proactive.

After Joe Ga landed in Nairobi, all his itineraries were arranged by Jori Amon.

First, he had a meal with the deputy minister of defense of Kenya, then smoothly obtained the customs clearance for the goods, and also discussed the construction of camps on the Kenya-Uganda border.

Jori Amon was very active throughout the process, and what surprised Joe Ga was that this guy was not very focused on money. He was keen on getting things done and networking, and seemed especially eager to get involved in politics.

Joe Ga knew very well that such people either have grand ambitions or they are brainwashed by the West, thinking they have seen the 'truth' of the world, and then wanting to use the concepts they learned in the West to come back and 'save' their compatriots.

The world has many more of the second type of people than the first, because the first type requires having their own thoughts and the capability to put those thoughts into action, while the second type just needs to talk.

The public intellectuals blindly believed in so-called advanced concepts and thought those were the panacea for salvation, without considering whether their own country had the right conditions for such ideas.

Under the onslaught of political correctness, more and more people acted this way, not just those who had spent a few days studying and felt they were different, but also a large part of the locals in Europe and America were strongly brainwashed.

The overly comfortable lifestyle made these people live as if they were in a fairy tale, incapable of accommodating differing opinions, with binary oppositions spreading in their regions.

If you don't believe me, you're wrong!

Those politicians who became paranoid from overconfidence started popping up all over Europa and were surprisingly popular.

The common traits of these people were confidence, dominance, and absolute certitude in their speech, even if it eventually proved wrong, they would not lower their heads.

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They would tell their supporters that it wasn't their mistake, but the world's, followed by the spread of conspiracies, and, most absurdly, a certain emperor always got dragged into it as if even his breathing was a mistake.

This wasn't an isolated incident but a contagious phenomenon!

Once the first person achieved success with this image, the opportunists understood the code for gaining votes.

They would start without discussing any specific policies, first bringing up gender issues, then women's issues, and subsequently attacking a public figure fiercely to gain a lot of support.

While people from third-world countries took these ideological discussions raised by those comfortably idle to heart without thinking about the many in their own countries unable to afford meals.

For many African politicians, these 'public intellectuals' were welcome guests.

Of course, those truly ambitious and wise individuals would only pick useful parts for themselves, using them to create a progressive image in front of Western media, while dismissing other remarks by Jori Amon as nonsense.

This guy participated in a coup in Mali in the past years, and after its success, due to ideological differences, he was kicked out, losing not only all his possessions but almost his entire family's lives.

When he looked back, he found that the progressive politician who had once praised him discarded all past promises and surprisingly maintained his position with a set of policies that seemed doomed to fail, according to him.

The burnt Jori Amon didn't give up, but his 'naivety' was completely eradicated by the harsh blows of society.

He was intent on becoming a 'political animal' to prove his ideas were correct, but he knew now that he needed strong support.

A sudden emergence of a Chinese arms dealer became the key to him restarting his career.

Joe Ga didn't know what Jori Amon really thought, nor did he care.

Because he knew that without his support, Jori Amon wouldn't even be able to enter the doors of the influential.

Over the past month, the highest officials he could access were the assistants of the big shots, so being able to sit with the deputy minister of defense of Kenya thrilled him immensely.

However, the reality was that the deputy minister of defense of Kenya didn't take him seriously at all; it was the imminent arrival of the military uniforms and a healthy kickback that truly soothed his old concerns, leading him to drag Joe Ga to attend a bizarre cocktail party after taking the check.

At the party, Joe Ga met the ministers of transportation, resource development, and agricultural development of Kenya, and at the end, two sisters mysteriously ended up sent back to his hotel.

Messing around in Africa was something Joe Ga would never dare do, even if the hotel considerately provided condoms.

He gave each of the two women claiming to be from some art academy 500 bucks to stay at the hotel, and early the next morning, Joe Ga took everyone with him and drove to Mombasa.

Standing at the edge of the port, Joe Ga watched a cargo ship audaciously cut in line to enter the harbor. He rubbed his slightly itchy nose and turned to Nis, who always seemed to be eyeing him, and said irritably, "What are you staring at, do I have flowers growing on me?"

Nis, curious, looked at Joe Ga and said, "That girl yesterday is a candidate for Miss Kenya. Don't you like black people?"

Joe Ga waved his hand and said, "Don't say that, I'm not racist. I love this land, but I just prefer to stay healthy."

Joe Ga's words made the nearby mercenaries burst into a round of jeers, while a few from the Diamond team grinned and said, "Boss, you should enjoy Africa. God might not love this place, but he gave the girls here skin smooth as silk and solid physiques."

Amid the mock laughter of the mercenaries, Joe Ga flipped them the middle finger and spun around, then said to Antar, "Record everything 'Chainsaw' just said. When he sends money home, send what he just said along with it to his wife.

Remind her that I can reimburse her for the plane ticket to come to Africa and teach her husband a lesson."

Speaking maliciously, Joe Ga squinted at the white-faced 'Chainsaw' and laughed, "I hear your wife is the Belarus wrestling champion. You're an elite of Diamond. I think you can handle it."

'Chainsaw,' amidst the jeers of those around him, loudly emphasized that he was definitely not afraid of his wife.

But when Antar seriously took out a notebook, ready to write something down, he decisively pushed away his comrades and rushed to Antar pleading with his hands clasped, "No, no, no, my wife needs to stay home to look after the kids. My three sons are all little devils; they can't manage without their mother."

Seeing that Joe Ga seemed a bit relentless, 'Chainsaw,' cleverly pointed toward the large ship on the sea and said, "Look, it's about to dock."

At that moment, Joe Ga was not in the mood to bother with 'Chainsaw'. As the not-so-large cargo ship approached, he had already spotted a familiar face.

'Cannon' Kowacevich was standing with a group at the bow, waving.

This guy was very trustworthy. He not only came himself but also brought with him some retired soldiers of the 63rd Brigade that he had scouted for Joe Ga.

These were the foundational people that Joe Ga had prepared. Initially, he only intended to have them serve as instructors to train local soldiers in Africa, but as they unloaded, Joe Ga realized these individuals might be more useful than he had anticipated.

The first batch of 20 Lazar 3 armored vehicles, ten of which were to be delivered to Burundi, while the other ten would stay along with some military supplies purchased by Kenya.

Joe Ga watched those seasoned soldiers, mostly in their forties or fifties, skillfully drive the armored vehicles off the ship, and he began to realize these men were not just parachutists, but versatile talents.

When 'Cannon' Kowacevich and a few others disembarked, Joe Ga was the first to go up and embrace him, then said, "You're right on time, just in time for delivery."

As Joe Ga looked at the few obviously out-of-shape old men behind 'Cannon', he laughed and asked, "Who are these guys?"

'Cannon' hearing this, responded with a laugh, "You said you needed pilots, so I recruited a few former aces for you."

Pointing to a chubby old man with a red nose standing next to him, 'Cannon' said, "This is 'Fat Goose,' a former South Slavic Air Force combat helicopter pilot."

As Joe Ga looked surprised, 'Cannon' pulled two other old men over and laughing, said, "This is 'Wrench,' former South Slavic Air Force ground support, also can double as a combat helicopter pilot.

This is 'Cobra,' a former South Slavic ace fighter pilot. He's a real ace, having shot down three NATO fighters in combat and even an American Hornet. He can fly every type of fighter and helicopter."

Initially, Joe Ga was a bit dissatisfied because these three old men were a bit too old, the youngest nearly over fifty, and 'Cobra' appeared to be well into his sixties.

But upon hearing 'combat ace,' Joe Ga couldn't say another word. He had no idea how Seville would allow such a real combat ace to work abroad. Such people are treasures in any country.

An ace isn't just about shooting down enemies. Such a combat-tested ace is a cornerstone of any country's air force.

After shaking hands firmly with the three old men, Joe Ga smiled and said, "I have several Mi-24s and two Super Albatross helicopters. I trust 'Cannon's' character. Let's go give those jungle traffickers a surprise."

'Cobra,' with a friendly appearance, brightened up upon hearing Joe Ga's introduction and asked, "Big Beak Bird? The Brazilian-made one?"

Seeing Joe Ga nod with a smile, 'Cobra,' rubbing his hands excitedly, said, "I find the fourth generation fighters a bit challenging now, but this kind of propeller combat aircraft is just right.

What weapons do you usually carry? I like autocannons, rocket pods, and cluster bombs!"

At this point, Joe Ga realized this old man was a money-burning machine. He laughed awkwardly and said, "I have all the things you mentioned, enough autocannons and rocket pods for sure, but let's take it easy with the cluster bombs.

Those things cost two million each, and my small business doesn't need such heavy artillery."

'Cobra,' looking at the honest Joe Ga, nodded and said, "Then get some old-fashioned aerial bombs. The Seville Air Force has a lot of old bombs in stock, they don't need them anymore, you could buy some.

The Big Beak Bird is not fast, my vision is good, I can aim precisely."

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