King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga struggled free and stared at the black woman who spoke fluent Fujian dialect as if she were a divine being...

"Are you guys crammed into one room, picking vegetable leaves at the market to eat communal meals, shouting slogans at regular intervals, and calling relatives and friends periodically, urging them to join the team to better themselves?"

The Auntie, finding a kindred spirit, exclaimed, "Exactly, exactly! I loved it there, the people\'s way of speaking was so pleasant, always motivating each other, with an endless supply of spirit.

Unfortunately, I didn\'t stick it out to the end. My old bosses pitied the poverty of my hometown, so they bought me a plane ticket back home.

They let me come back to help my relatives and friends find a new life, to become bosses and get rich..."

Joe Ga was utterly astonished by this lady...

Having a pyramid scheme mentor buy you an international plane ticket as a farewell gift, what kind of concept was that?

If pyramid schemes were broken into realms, this Auntie named Zhao Aihua must be in the Mahayana Realm, right?

Typically, if Joe Ga encountered a passionate pyramid scheme fanatic from his own country, he would avoid them like the plague.

But thousands of miles away in Africa, meeting a black woman who had \'studied\' in pyramid schemes in his homeland and even overwhelmed the pyramid master, Joe Ga actually found it quite amusing and endearing.

At least her Hu Jian dialect was impeccable!

However, Joe Ga was indeed a bit hungry at the moment. So, he took a business card from Auntie Zhao, thinking of visiting her business when he had time in the future.

This Auntie was truly extraordinary. She was like Ou Yangfeng, who had mastered the evil Nine Yin White Bone Claw and, using the techniques learned from pyramid scheme training, had opened such a large physical storefront in Yakoma. If she wasn\'t talented, what was?

Seeing Joe Ga was about to leave, Auntie Zhao quickly grabbed his hand, saying, "Since you\'re in a hurry to eat, I won\'t keep you. But it\'s unsafe for you to go out like this. Where are you staying? I\'ll have the police escort you back."

Joe Ga paused, glanced at the dozens of mobile phones on the counter, and then suddenly slapped his forehead...

He didn\'t know when his sense of security had begun to deteriorate.

It was no longer the petty thieves that made him cautious; even in this unsafe place, he didn\'t see anything wrong with his behavior.

No one reminded him, because nobody considered the petty thieves a serious threat.

Seeing Zhao Aihua, who appeared earnest and genuine, Joe Ga smiled and said, "Then please arrange it, our place is not far, just across in the small town."

As Joe Ga looked at Auntie Zhao\'s round face with a brilliant smile, he chuckled and said, "Auntie Zhao, are you interested in opening a cellphone store like this one in Central Africa? I heard that a place called Sangha Town near Bangassou is about to see significant development.

It\'s an untapped market, worth checking out!"

Joe Ga had never been to Sangha Town, but it was his territory, so he did not hesitate to entice \'foreign investment\' there.

Auntie Zhao was quite impressive. Aside from the trappings and pitfalls of pyramid schemes, one had to admit, these schemes do get people excited.

"Become rich, be the boss"—from any perspective, these life goals are not a bad thing.

The opposition armed forces in Central Africa needed someone like Auntie Zhao to enlighten them…

How could they get rich holding rifles and machetes all day?

Dressing in suits and ties and doing business diligently was the way to wealth!

Joe Ga didn\'t notice much else, but this store was exceptionally clean, and all the employees were neatly dressed and proficient in English, French, Inga language, and Sango. Stay tuned to empire

The last two languages might be niche and of less concern, but what about the first two back in Joe Ga\'s hometown? How many people there spoke those languages?

French might be the official language of Congo, but English isn\'t.

In a country where the illiteracy rate is above 60%, having rya such elite staff working with the zeal of injected chickens was a remarkable achievement.

Selling mobile phones was truly a waste of her talents; she should have run wealth-building training courses in her own territory, guaranteeing that every participant would run off to work in the mines enthusiastically after each session.

With this in mind, Joe Ga half-jokingly extended a dinner invitation to Auntie Zhao.

He just wanted to test his newly enhanced skills to see if he could stand against Auntie Zhao\'s Mahayana Realm and coax her to go to Sangha Town to shine and radiate energy.

......

In a bar in the center of Yakoma town...

Kevin De Bruyne, the security chief of the Belgium United Mining Group Congo Branch, was sitting at the bar, enjoying his leisure time after work.

The bar was owned by a German, targeting the \'foreigners\' who worked in Yakoma.

Sanderson sat at the bar, ordered his third whisky, glanced at Kevin De Bruyne under the German bartender\'s suggestive look, then smilingly placed a stack of large bills under his drink as a tip for the bartender before he walked toward his target.

He sat next to Kevin De Bruyne, glaring at a plump Black woman chatting with De Bruyne, forcing her to leave.

Sanderson ignored De Bruyne\'s angry look after being interrupted in his boasting, waved at the bartender, and said, "Two whiskies, please. I\'ll buy this gentleman a drink."

De Bruyne frowned, eyeing Sanderson, who exuded a disheveled cowboy aura, and asked, "Who are you?"

Leaning on the bar, Sanderson pushed a whiskey towards De Bruyne and said with a weathered smile, "Who I am doesn\'t matter. What matters is that I know what you guys have done. I\'m trying to save your life, of course, assuming you\'re willing to cooperate with us."

Sanderson\'s tone was devoid of aggressiveness, but De Bruyne still found it somewhat creepy.

He instinctively stood up, wanting to distance himself from this madman. Sanderson, unconcerned, waved his hand and said, "You can\'t get away. See those Eastern Europeans by the back door?

And across from the bar, there\'s a Bolivian with a sniper rifle..."

As he spoke, Sanderson supported his head with his left hand, half-turned to watch De Bruyne reaching for his gun. He chuckled and urged him to continue, "I suggest you step back and look left. I\'m not lying to you; in the laundry room on the first floor of the hotel across the street, there\'s a Bolivian pointing a gun at your head.

I know you\'re the former Captain Kevin De Bruyne of the Belgium Defense Army Paratrooper Brigade Assault Battalion, now the security manager of the Belgium United Mining Group Congo Branch.

Buddy, you\'re in big trouble, big trouble!"

De Bruyne glanced at the back door of the bar, where two Belarusian men were chatting, drinking, and watching him.

Realizing he couldn\'t escape, De Bruyne gave up the idea of grabbing a gun and said with a frown, "What do you guys want? I have no idea what you\'re talking about!"

Sanderson, no longer looking at the concerned-looking De Bruyne, turned towards the bar, lazily lying on it and sipping his whiskey. Then, with a raspy voice, he said, "Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, you helped your boss contact an international brokerage to find two mercenaries for bodyguards...

You used your position to smuggle several shipments of arms from Belgium to Yakoma."

As he spoke, Sanderson turned his head to look at De Bruyne, whose face was turning pale. He grinned and asked, "Do you admit it?"

De Bruyne shook his head and said, "I didn\'t!"

Sanderson laughed out loud, saying, "I don\'t care, I\'m not a judge!"

Then Sanderson gestured to De Bruyne to sit down, and with his eyes fixed on his drink, he said softly, "I can assume you\'re unaware that your boss is collaborating with a madman named Boykin to illegally mine a claimed gold mine.

Originally, the idea was to kill all of you and then take the gold and a certain portion of compensation that belongs to my boss.

However, my boss is in a good mood now. He thinks the previous bloodshed was enough, so he wants to give you a chance."

Though Sanderson had no murderous or domineering air about him, De Bruyne felt a chill spreading from his feet to his forehead, especially when Sanderson placed a cellphone on the bar, swiping to show him one photo after another. The air in the bar seemed to freeze.

De Bruyne could guess what his boss was up to, but he truly did not know the mine was a slave operation, nor that the partner was a madman.Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

He had made some money by using his connections to smuggle arms from Belgium for his boss, but he was genuinely unaware of the specifics.

Looking at the photographs of his boss and two mercenaries holding their intestines and screaming in a mass grave, De Bruyne nervously knocked over his drink. He quickly wiped the bar clean with his hands, gesturing no need for the bartender to come over.

"What exactly do you want? My relationship with Braune is just professional; I indeed handled some matters for him, but I was unaware of the details at the time."

De Bruyne lowered his voice, anxiously watching Sanderson, and said, "If you want to take that gold, I can cooperate with you. Just don\'t hurt my guys; they know nothing."

Sanderson looked pleased with De Bruyne\'s state. He chuckled and said, "Given your cooperation with Boykin, my boss could have killed you or let the Congo Defense Army catch you and send you to Congo\'s deepest, darkest cell until you die.

But as I said, my boss is in a good mood now, so..."