King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Theoretically, doctors of the Red Cross are not supposed to go to places without security assurances.

However, the identity of TC's fiancée, Jemma Alexander, was obviously extraordinary; she grew up in a wealthy family with abundant love and a strong sense of responsibility.

Perhaps after watching a few documentaries about Africa at home, this Jemma Alexander was inspired to come here and then put her idea into action.

Joe Ga wouldn't speculate about the purposes of this rich girl coming to Africa. As a pediatrician who gave up a comfortable life and a lucrative job to come from America to Africa, she was performing acts of kindness!

There really isn't any place in Central Africa that's worth a doctor's plotting.

And it's quite apparent that Ms. Alexander comes from no ordinary household. Normal Red Cross doctors have to follow orders, but this lady not only proactively chose 'Sangha Town,' a small town at a strategic border location, she organized her own team.

Headed by her fiancé TC, a medical team was formed comprising three military doctors and two medic soldiers.

Joe Ga looked at the file on his computer, feeling a bit of inexplicable heartache.

His dad was a medical admiral in the U.S. Navy, and his mom was a federal prosecutor.

His dad didn't have much power but had extensive resources, and as for his mom, well, in America, it's not politicians or gangsters you should be afraid of, but rather lawyers, especially federal prosecutors!

Look at the team they put together for their daughter to express her goodwill: three military doctors, all excellent surgeons who also had field experience.

The two female medic soldiers, from the look of the photos, had arms that were not slimmer than Joe Ga's.

If he were just to go by the documentation, Joe Ga would indeed admire that Jemma Alexander, who had just turned 30 this year.

Because she lacked the affectedness of the females leads on television, she evidently didn't reject her parents' arrangements. She was a woman with clear intentions, wanting to do something tangible in Africa, not just to showcase her nobility.

As for the doctors and medics who came with her, hmm, they would definitely receive handsome rewards from Jemma's father.

'Medical Admiral'—even though Joe Ga didn't understand the distinction, someone who could attain such a position must wield significant influence in both the military and medical fields.

'Doctor,' a profession that guarantees a comfortable life in any country, although it requires a long journey, their professional life span is long.

It was clearly a probing move ordered by 'Hemostatic Forceps' that made TC cautious, coming first to feel Joe Ga out.

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But who would have thought their destination would be right on Joe Ga's turf?

The meat had jumped into the pot on its own, so Joe Ga naturally didn't hesitate to accept it with a smile. Your next journey awaits at empire

Compared to the earlier polite invitations, Joe Ga was now much more at ease.

As the boss, Joe Ga didn't bother with pleasantries with these 'meats in the pot,' arranging for 'Hemostat' to connect with them, sponsoring them a house to serve as a hospital. However, the price was the use of their medical supply channels to purchase a sufficient quantity of affordable reserve medical supplies.

Frankly, the International Red Cross was indeed reliable!

Joe Ga didn't even mention things like 'cooperation' or 'priority' because it was taken for granted—the mention of it could make it a bargaining chip for them.

You're good people, I'm good people, good people helping other good people is just natural, haha!

What Joe Ga didn't expect was that after Dorian and others had finished administering IVs and were preparing to return to their better-equipped camp for recuperation, this TC came looking for him, accompanied by a woman and a priest.

Joe Ga glanced at 'Hemostat,' who was tallying up the medical supplies, and got a response of 'I don't know anything.' He spread his hands and greeted them with a smile, saying, "What can I do for you?"

As Joe Ga spoke, the priest with a full head of curly hair and a big beard, who had scythes, axes, and crosses hanging from his wide belt, sized him up and down and said, "I heard about what you did today, God bless you."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga shook his head and said, "I never ask for blessings; it's my enemies who need it.

If you've heard about my affairs, then you should know who my enemies are.

Father Gamorre, would you be willing to help us send those bastards to meet God?"

Father Gamorre listened, shook his head seriously, and said, "Those evil spirits from hell don't deserve to see God. Meeting Satan would be a fitting end for them."

Then, looking at Joe Ga, Father Gamorre hesitated before saying, "Hemostat said you could sponsor me some medicines. What are your conditions?

Those people hiding in the jungle have nothing on them that's worth your while."

Joe Ga looked at Father Gamorre with a guarded expression and was taken aback before shaking his head with a chuckle, saying, "I have no demands on them; the only thing I want is for you to get them to provide us with some information about the drug traffickers.

I wage war for compensation—the sooner the fight is over, the smaller my expenses.

Does that put your mind at ease a bit?"

Staring into Joe Ga's eyes, Father Gamorre replied in a grave tone, "But 'Hemostat' mentioned you have several large mines nearby. If you drive out the drug traffickers, how will you treat that excellent labor force?"

At that moment, Joe Ga suddenly nodded in realization, then said with a hint of sarcasm, "I'm not accustomed to enslaving others.

"In my experience, people who are paid are more diligent than those who are coerced with guns."

As he spoke, Joe Ga glanced at TC and Jemma Alexander standing not far away, and then suddenly shook his head, saying, "Father Gamorre, do you worry that after I defeat the drug traffickers, I will enslave those jungle residents, and then you bring in the white people who are most adept at using black people to stand in support?

I suddenly feel incredibly ironic, and I am particularly interested to know, what is the reason for your questioning me?"

Father Gamorre was taken aback by the remark, then lowered his head with slight embarrassment and shook it, speaking softly, "I'm sorry, because no one has done it like you before, I can't think of what you would gain?

Those poor people living in the jungle have no ability whatsoever to fight the risk themselves."

Joe Ga looked at Father Gamorre with irony, saying, "So you would rather have those poor people you speak of face the drug traffickers than face me?

What gives you the right to speak for them?"

Father Gamorre had a hot temper too. Joe Ga's mockery made him straighten his back and look Joe in the eye, saying in a deep voice, "I can persuade the jungle residents to help you, but they need a promise.

A promise that they won't get hurt any more; they have no way out."

This was the reason Joe Ga disliked these self-proclaimed Western beacons of light. Even though Father Gamorre was a Mexican, it was obvious that his education came from the Western system.

He is a priest, but he also calls himself a 'Communist Priest'.

This unique profession, born in South America, forged from a mixture of emotions such as 'freedom,' 'poverty,' 'passion,' and 'desire for a new life,' possessed a unique charm.

However, after getting to know him up close, Joe Ga found that Father Gamorre's intentions were good, but the way he did things wasn't as bold as those real Machine Gun Priests in South America. It still closely resembled the Western approach.

Those Machine Gun Priests in South America want their followers to live a better life first, and if that doesn't work, they would redo their previous actions.

This one might think he is a little more progressive, lacking a bit of the bottom-of-the-pyramid's reckless faith. But he overlooked the fact that could those people's lives get any worse?

They always like to use their own experiences to guess and define others, and then use moral coercion to demand some kind of commitment from others.

On what basis?

Joe Ga believed he had good intentions in coming here; even if he wanted to earn wealth and status from this land, he had never thought about extracting benefits from those so poor they didn't even have trousers.

So what if Father Gamorre's attitude was quite tough? Even if he had a good talk, Joe Ga would not accept any conditions from him because he simply had no right to negotiate with him.

People like him have an interesting trait: if Joe Ga, wanting to save trouble, gave him a promise, then later, when Joe Ga's mines started to operate, he would dare ask for job positions, fair salaries, and perhaps even discuss the nine-to-five, five-day workweek.

In Africa, people like Father Gamorre could be called angels without exaggeration, but Joe Ga just found him annoying.

By fighting the drug traffickers, I'm essentially helping those jungle natives. I don't care if you want to be an idle onlooker; it'll just take a bit more time. In the end, they will still come out of the jungle and work obediently.

But I'm the one doing the work; you come rushing forward to play the representative and the good guy—no such good deals exist in this world.

Father Gamorre is a good man, but he's got the wrong target.

If Joe Ga were actually a businessman, Father Gamorre's demands wouldn't be excessive at all; he could even use Father Gamorre to indirectly enslave those jungle natives.

But Joe Ga is a businessman with a gun; there are some things he simply cannot compromise on!

There can only be one boss in this territory. I can spread goodwill, but if I don't give it to you, you can't just reach out and ask for it!

Let's see who the jungle natives really consider their savior once I have crippled the drug traffickers and started offering jobs.

And the most likely outcome is that after P·B Company's people provide them with real safety and protection, they will quickly choose their side on their own, without needing orders from this priest.

Once he understood this, Joe Ga smiled freely, looking at Father Gamorre, whose expression was a bit unsightly, and said, "My promise of drug donation is still effective because you need these drugs to help others, and I am someone who keeps my word, even if it was my subordinate who said it.

You continue your mission, just don't interfere with mine.

Maybe in a year, maybe in two, you'll realize how ignorant and despicable your so-called suspicions of me were.

You assume the worst about me, so in turn, can I assume that if you were in my position, you would act that way?

Unfortunately for you, you are not me, and fortunately, you're not."

Although Joe Ga didn't speak harshly, and his voice wasn't even loud, Father Gamorre staggered as if hit by a sledgehammer, then stumbled back a few steps and sat heavily on a hospital bed, his eyes wandering as he muttered endlessly...

"Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it…

"What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul—or in other words, his conscience? What would it profit him...

Am I wrong?"