King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1039 - 925: Slum on Water

Joe Ga was startled awake by the commotion around him, and the sky was already gray at dawn...

He opened his eyes and sat up from the deck chair, stretched his body vigorously, then looked at Ayu standing next to him and said with a smile, "Morning!"

Ayu placed a folding table that was tucked under his armpit down and then put a large plate of fried eggs and toast on the table, saying, "Boss, have breakfast, ’Grey Wolf’ and the others are just ahead not far..."

At this time, Qiao Liang next to him also woke up. He rubbed his cheeks, looked at Ayu with a smile, and said, "Am I a bit late? Is there breakfast for me?"

Ayu smiled at Qiao Liang and said, "Elephant said it’s best if you don’t have breakfast, otherwise it might go to waste..."

Qiao Liang instantly realized something. He glanced at the stern where ’Crocodile’ was tirelessly trying to fish for Tiger Fish, only the bait had changed from human legs to fresh live fish...

Seeing that everyone on the boat seemed unaffected, Qiao Liang gritted his teeth and said, "It’s okay, I’ll still eat a little, I think I can hold on..."

Saying this, Qiao Liang stood up and looked at Ayu’s nonchalant face, hesitating, he said, "What exactly happened?"

Ayu grinned and said, "’Grey Wolf’ and the others caught a few people, then discovered a village that had been massacred, more than 40 people died there.

That just happened to be the place where those people had landed earlier.

The massacre happened some time ago, and the weather is a bit hot now, so the scene there is not pretty!

Qiao Liang was someone who had seen corpses and brutal means, but Ayu’s bland narrative still couldn’t help but draw a hellish image in his mind, and he even smelled a faint fishy stench.

With the imagery and stench mixing in his brain, Qiao Liang couldn’t help but gag, then waved his hand bitterly and said, "I’ll pass, yesterday I already vomited bile, I hope I don’t lose what’s left today..."

Ayu shrugged indifferently and said, "If you want to eat, it’s best to eat a little. Shaba and Mba made a pot of fish soup, eating something hot is good for your stomach."

Qiao Liang looked at the two native women holding a pot emitting a fishy smell, their faces still smiling with hospitality...

He immediately understood the source of the fishy smell, and his steps to move forward were instantly retracted, repeatedly waving his hands to indicate he didn’t need any.

Joe Ga, who was having breakfast in big bites, looked at his brother’s embarrassed state, glanced back, and then laughed heartily as he said, "They mean well too, you should try a bite, dry-heaving is actually quite damaging."

Qiao Liang listened, reached out and took two pieces of toast with a fried egg from his brother’s plate, took a big bite, and said with a muffled voice, "Bro, how did you get through it?"

Joe Ga froze for a moment, shook his head slightly, and said, "I don’t know either...

At the beginning, I was just nervous. When I’m nervous, my attention is on the battle, and then I got used to it pretty quickly after seeing it a lot."

Saying this, Joe Ga patted his brother’s stunned back with a smile and said, "Dead people aren’t really scary at all...

If you’ve seen an organ farm, you would know, the world is much more terrifying than you imagine!

It’s not just war...

Many people in this world, for money, can become more vicious and frightening than the devils of hell!"

Qiao Liang gulped, then looked at the half-toast in his hand and felt it wasn’t tasty anymore.

"Are there really people doing such business? Don’t organs need matching to be used?"

Dorian brought over a few cups of espresso, and upon hearing Qiao Liang’s question, he laughed and said, "Organs need matching, but things like corneas don’t.

And now there are some perverts in the world who collect human organs, good specimens can sell for tens of thousands of US Dollars with them.

The boss and I have dismantled an organ farm in Austria, if you had seen their books, you’d know those demons can really suck the marrow out of bones if they have the channels.

Can you believe some old freaks like to make crafts out of human bones and tendons?"

Qiao Liang now couldn’t eat anything, he put down the half-eaten toast and fried eggs, then picked up the espresso Dorian handed over, took a sniff, and after stabilizing his emotions a bit, said, "This is definitely a business that should go to hell!"

Joe Ga saw his younger brother’s face turn a bit pale, he said with a smile, "Things like this, you don’t need to take them to heart, just keep an eye out is enough!"

While Joe Ga was speaking, the rapid-response boat suddenly rang with a bell sound...

A group of anteaters and crew got into their respective positions, and a crane on the rear deck put a speedboat into the water.

’Crocodile’ reluctantly gave up his fishing expedition, he waved to Joe Ga and said, "Boss, I’ll go ahead with the crew, you follow in half an hour."

Joe Ga gestured for him to go first, then quickly finished the remaining breakfast in a few bites, downed the espresso Dorian had carefully prepared in one gulp, sighed in comfort, and walked to the foredeck...

Due to the wind direction, Joe Ga standing on the foredeck smelled a putrid stench.

At this point, there were over a dozen boats on the river, these boats were of different sizes, and they were all stopped on the river...

What amazed Joe Ga was one particularly large "boat".

That thing could no longer be called a boat; it was a slum built on a large ship.

Joe Ga couldn’t even see the true shape of the ship, only a dense crowd of shacks and heads crammed on top, along with several smaller barges fixed on the sides of the ship to increase the area of the floating slum and save power.

At this point, the people on it, were anxiously waiting for passage.

Joe Ga looked at this Congolese ’river carrier’, and incredulously said, "What the hell is this?

I feel there are at least 1000 people squeezed onto this ship!"

Dorian, standing beside him, laughed and said, "Boss, you’re underestimating this ship, the patrol is registering people on board, and 1500 have been registered, with hundreds more waiting for their turn.

These people set off from Kinshasa, aiming to work in Bangui.

They’ve been drifting on the river for 25 days now, and it’s estimated they’ll need another 15 days to reach Bangui."

Joe Ga furrowed his brows and said, "It’s a miracle this thing hasn’t fallen apart already!

These people are working themselves to death!

Request the patrol to dispatch a rapid-response boat to pick up some people and escort them to Bangui, the Ubangi River isn’t peaceful now, we can’t let them die on the way.

Damn it, it used to be Central African refugees running to Congo, now they’re flowing back...

This is a good thing, we must lend a hand when we encounter them."

Having said this, Joe Ga looked at the similarly incredulous Qiao Liang beside him, and laughed as he said, "How many cement boats do you have now?"

Qiao Liang knew what his brother was referring to, he took out his phone, checked his notes, and said, "We currently have cement boats in three capacities: 50 tons, 100 tons, and 200 tons.

At present, there are 25 of the 50-ton ones, mainly responsible for transport on the Ubangi River, running the Central African route of Bangui, Sangha Town, and Bangassou.

There are 30 of the 100-ton ones, with 15 used for coal transport, while the other 15 run the Kisangani to Kinshasa route for transporting tantalum and cobalt ores.

The ones running the Sangha Town to Kinshasa route are all 200-ton cement boats, currently only 20.

Their main task is to export steel produced in Sangha Town, and then bring back supplies to port, selling them off along the way."

Joe Ga nodded after listening, and said, "Cement boats are not costly, let’s increase the 200-ton cement boats to 40.

In the future, have them sell tickets when they transport goods and carry about a hundred people each time, to subsidize fuel costs."

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at that ’floating slum’ and shook his head, saying, "This is too reckless, once it sinks in the wrong place, it will be a nightmare to clean up!"

Qiao Liang listened, smiled wryly, and nodded, saying, "Exactly, when you get closer to Kinshasa you’ll see, there are many sunken ships in the shallower waters there.

P·B has two rapid-response boats stationed there specifically to deal with those sunken ships.

If we don’t sort those out, our cargo ships risk damage every time they pass by.

Cement boats do have their limits, in the past three months we’ve had 4 damaged from collisions with sunken ships in shallow areas.

The engineers from Northern Industries have said that running cargo ships over 200 tons on the Congo River is suicidal, so they absolutely refuse to try making larger cement boats."

Joe Ga listened, shook his head helplessly, and said, "What a pile of crap..."

As Joe Ga lamented about how challenging the Congo River navigation is, a commotion suddenly arose from the water slum.

Joe Ga thought the people onboard had quarreled with the patrol, and was about to inquire using radio when he heard cheering...

Then a bunch of rhythmic black folks started stomping and chanting slogans...

"P·B!"

"P·B!"

......

......

With the stomping, the ship leaned a bit and made a horrific ’squeaking’ sound...

An old black man in a white shirt burst out of the cockpit, swinging a stick around, finally calming those folks down.

Then the old black man squeezed to the side of the ship, knelt in the direction of Boss Qiao, waving and shouting something...

Joe Ga didn’t understand, but Dorian, who was in charge of liaising with the patrol, listened to the radio transmission, laughed, and said, "Boss, that guy’s worried that if we help take people away, the passengers will ask him for refunds."

Joe Ga was silent for a moment, side-eyed Qiao Liang...

Qiao Liang understood and said, "Tell him we’re helping for free.

The condition is he sells us that wrecked ship for recycling and dismantling, and then we will arrange a new ship specifically for passenger transport, and he will work for us.

This guy dares to operate like this, he must be very familiar with the Congo River, it’s worth investing a bit of effort."

Dorian gave a thumbs up and said, "’Jialiang Shipyard’ is a star enterprise in Bangui, working for you, that guy will be thrilled."

Dorian conveyed Qiao Liang’s words, and after a pause on the floating slum, dozens of joyous black men tied pieces of foam, jumped into the water with their luggage, and swam toward the shore.

Seeing someone take action, more people followed suit...

It was all strong young men acting, leaving their luggage and the women and children on the ship, they got off to swim and make space for the others to breathe.

Joe Ga watched as hundreds of people got into the water, yet there seemed to be no lessening of people on the ship, and he said in amazement, "Do all these people sleep standing up?"

Saying this, Joe Ga saw ’Crocodile’ maneuvering the speedboat over, he waved and said, "Let’s go ashore first, ’Blue Whale’, go over and take some people ashore.

We happen to need people to clean up the village, let them do it as payment for the passage..."

Qiao Liang heard his brother’s order, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Bro, I’ll stay, I’ll direct their disembarkation...

There are women up there holding children asking for help, we brought enough medication, can we have ’Medic Officer Bird’ work with me?"