King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 674 - 639: The Big Shot Shows Up!
Joe Ga listened to the content recounted on the other end of the line and frowned as he covered the receiver, waving his hand at Dorian beside him in a signal to prepare for battle.
"Have Team B, Goat Squad, Hammer Squad, and Jazz Squad get ready—we're going to pay someone a visit."
Seeing Dorian work the communicator and start rushing the special forces, Joe Ga then addressed the phone, "Clarify the location, and who is attacking Steven?"
Salim seemed a bit scared. He swallowed hard before saying, "The location is in the *** district south of Baghdad...
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I'm not sure who exactly it is, but it appears that someone is dissatisfied with Ahmed's actions, prompting the attack.
Ahmed had called a gathering today, and I was a bit late, so I didn't get trapped. I realized I couldn't make any calls there. It wasn't until I had run a few streets back that I was able to get a signal and call you..."
Joe Ga watched a few Milos Armored Vehicles starting up in the distance and said in a deep voice, "Why didn't you inform the Iraqi Military?"
Salim was stunned for a moment before replying, "Sir, the special forces are responsible for our minister's security. I did inform the security forces in Baghdad, but they dare not approach the area..."
Joe Ga looked at Nis, who had finished arming up and was running towards him. He shook his head and said, "Salim, you're not the type who would want to save Ahmed. Tell me, who really are the attackers?
Who could make you rather endure Ahmed, that greedy fool, rather than call me?"
Salim was taken aback. After a long silence, he said, "Sir, I like your plan. I saw hope in it.
But now, there are three companies, in alliance with some members of the Iraqi parliament and people from former Prime Minister Maliki's side, wanting to take over P·B's spot in exercising that plan.
But I know they won't succeed, because they're all too greedy...
So Ambassador Steven and Ahmed must not die!"
Joe Ga was startled, then said sternly, "Salim, whose side are you really on?"
After a few seconds of silence, Salim said, "Sir, I don't want to deceive you, I stand with Iraq. We have many people who hope for a better Iraq..."
Joe Ga closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and said, "Then you and these 'many people' have your chance now.
Salim, I think I can understand the predicament of your people. I hope you aren't involved in this mess; otherwise, even if a spot does open up, I guarantee you won't sit easy.
I don't care how many of your so-called 'many people' there are or who they are, but I hope you can cooperate with me.
Death is the worst form of political struggle. Let the current players make their money, and once everything in Iraq has stabilized, the political structure will change again. Then, with just a little external push, they will leave willingly.
What you should fight for is not parliamentary seats, nor positions in the Cabinet of the Prime Minister's Office, but the Supreme Court. Do you understand?"
Salim paused for a moment, then solemnly replied, "I understand, sir...
Let them make enough money, and as long as our people get into the Supreme Court, we can initiate corruption investigations on them once things have stabilized, and they'll flee on their own."
Joe Ga saw Dorian open the door of a Milos Armored Vehicle. He boarded, slammed the door vigorously, gestured to the medic in the driver's seat to drive, while speaking into the phone, "Salim, I trust those who love their country. I won't ask who you are, I just ask you to give me enough time to stabilize everything.
If you cooperate with me, we will both win.
But before that, I want to see some sincerity!"
Without hesitation, Salim said, "*** Hotel, MPRI Military Resources, 12 people.
*** street 36th, Halliburton, 17 people.
*** street 18th, Armored Group, 35 people.
Only a portion of those are armed, with their main force concentrated around Ahmed's house..."
Joe Ga said 'Thank you' and then hung up the phone...
This is what it means to have help from all quarters. Getting the locals' approval is far more important than struggling for an extra point or two in the contract.
Although Salim and his people have their own agendas, Joe Ga doesn't mind. Who doesn't have their own interests? Even saints can't govern a country well.
The more patriotic they are, the more they should cooperate with P·B!
Seeing Dorian, who was driving, looking at him through the rearview mirror, Joe Ga stated the addresses, rubbed his face hard, and tried to call Steven.
The phone indicated no connection, which wasn't a good sign, as it implied the enemy had signal-jamming equipment.
Joe Ga put away the phone, closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and after pondering for a while, murmured to himself, "The Armored Group, England's troublemaker has also emerged?
MPRI, Halliburton, well done, let's clash then..."
In the past, Joe Ga had always been careful to keep his distance from these international corporations. Now it seemed inevitable that he would encounter them.
This kind of situation is almost unavoidable in the process of P·B's growth!
Clearly, the three corporate giants from Britain and America, joining forces, were eyeing the profits in Iraq. With Steven and P·B working together to lay the groundwork, they were looking to swoop in and reap the benefits.
These three are big players, greedy giants. Joe Ga didn't need to guess—they wouldn't be as modest as P·B...
They would need to win over local support in Iraq, so it's estimated they won't touch the Iraqi Government's clauses. Therefore, to seek enough profits, they will target the China National Petroleum Corporation and the local militias.
When mercenary companies clash, sparks fly. You either don't fight at all or you fight hard enough to hurt the other side.
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It's not realistic to wipe them out in one fell swoop; these companies have a complex shareholding structure, and it's simply not possible to knock everyone down in one hit.
P·B's advantage lies in its simple structure, flat management, and flexible operations.
The issue with these behemoths is their bloated, complex shareholding structure, but their strength also lies in these two aspects.
They not only have ample capital, but the list of shareholders within the company is intimidatingly extensive. Any reckless action could force them to band together, and that would only increase the pressure on P·B.
The Armor Group is an old brand security service company in London, and it's not easy to check exactly who their shareholders are, but Joe Ga knows that when Greece wanted to hold the Olympics, they had to get Armor Group to do a security assessment.
They have 37 offices around the globe, with a declared workforce of 8,000 people.
What kind of influence is that?
MPRI is even more exaggerated. Just the members of the board that are out in the open could get together for a game of mahjong, with two major generals waiting in the wings to join in.
I won't even mention Halliburton; the Vice President of America went there and was just an option-carrying wage earner.
It's not that Joe Ga is scared of them. Those board members have intimidating titles, but they're already retired, and not everyone is competing in the same arena. In Iraq, their paths just happened to cross.
That these people dare not attack P·B but instead have set their sights on Steven means they're trying to gain control of that 800 million first before using methods to squeeze P·B out of the game by trying to kick them out.
The behemoths are also in it for the money; ultimately, competition with them is still within the realm of business, except that the 'business' of mercenary companies naturally comes with bloodshed.
Now that it's come to this, no matter how they plan to deal with P·B, P·B must first make a strong impression to make them feel that the input and output are not proportional and the risks are unmanageable. Only then will there be a chance for everyone to sit down and talk later.
The reality is this damn frustrating; often the people fighting hardest are not the ones with the decision-making power.
So many times, death and blood are just chips in the hands of the big players or, should I say, big capital.
Although Joe Ga still hasn't figured out exactly how these three companies are dividing the work, he doesn't care: they are all enemies anyway. He will take out this bunch first and if there are any survivors he'll pull them over to ask questions. If there are none, it's not too late to find out afterwards.
Once he had this figured out, Joe Ga pressed the communicator and said, "*** Hotel, 12 people from the MPRI company.
*** Street, No. 36, 17 people from Halliburton.
*** Street, No. 18, 35 people from Armor Group.
Team B and Jazz Squad, follow me. Teams F, Goat Squad, and Hammer Squad, can you handle them?"
The commander of Team F, 'Comet', was the first to speak up, "Boss, Ferryman, from now on call us 'Ferryman Squad'.
We have 8 people, and I hate the Brits. I'm going to *** Street, No. 18.
Boss, what are the rules of engagement?"
Joe Ga laughed and said, "There are no rules. These people have joined forces to attack the ambassador of America, our ally.
The goal is to eliminate them all, capturing a few alive if convenient, and if not, just wipe them all out.
Don't make it hard on yourselves; when I say 'if convenient,' I mean as easy as having a meal or a drink.
Your Milos Armored Vehicles have anti-tank missiles, and there are heat pressure bombs in the trunk. If you can be sure not to harm the local people around, feel free to use them."
'Comet' responded decisively after hearing this, "Understood, Ferryman Squad moving out immediately to *** No. 18."
After two Milos Armored Vehicles left, Joe Ga heard the voice of the commander of Goat Squad, 'Duke'…
"Sir, we can trust you, right?"
When Joe Ga heard this, he immediately understood what 'Duke' was getting at. This Brit had just shed his SAS uniform and hadn't fully adjusted to the style of a mercenary, so he said seriously, "If you have doubts about the mission, I'll have someone else carry it out.
I will explain afterwards, and then you can get out of my company!
I'm the boss. It's you who need to earn my trust, not for me to appease your delicate sensibilities."
'Duke' immediately bristled after hearing this and said loudly, "Understood, commander. Goat Squad and Hammer Squad, moving out immediately…"
After the two squads had left, Joe Ga still couldn't resist pressing the communicator and said, "You can trust me…"
There was silence on the channel for a moment, then 'Duke' and 'Ginger Head' said in unison in their thick London accents, "Yes, sir!
Thank you, sir!"
After the two squads had departed, Joe Ga turned to Antar and said, "Later on, you'll disembark on the perimeter, find a place to hide. I'll need guidance from the drone and also need to locate the enemy's jamming devices.
Dragon Gecko's vehicle has a Springblade, and once the location of the signal jammer is confirmed, release the drone to blast them.
We need to get in touch with Steven; otherwise, running into Iraq's special forces would be foolish."
Antar, who had already released the drone, looked at his computer screen, frowning, and said, "Boss, the situation is complicated. A third group is taking part in the battle…
It looks like they are protecting Ahmed's house…"
Joe Ga frowned, glanced at the screen, and said, "Mercenaries, who the hell do they belong to?"
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