King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 676 - 641: The Lion Fights the Rabbit

Three Milos armored vehicles unleashed enormous momentum...

Joe Ga fully demonstrated what it means to 'spare no effort even in capturing a rabbit'...

In fact, the automatic weapon stations on the armored vehicles achieved mediocre results in battle. Their main function was actually suppression, for the enemy were skilled fighters; they wouldn't just stand on rooftops or in the streets waiting to be shot.

The greatest damage was actually inflicted by 12 Springblade 600s, which, despite their modest power, caused significant casualties among the enemy with the advantage of their design.

The convoy led by Boss Joe fully showcased what courage and brutality are!

Smoke grenades delayed the enemy's counterattack efficiency. By the time their vision cleared, their vehicles had already been destroyed, and a few who were carrying rocket launchers trying to snipe from the high ground had been killed.

By then, Boss Joe's convoy had already engaged in close combat with the enemy, with only tens or even barely more than ten meters separating the two sides...

I don't care if you're human or ghost; I'll sweep through with my machine gun first, and if your hiding spot is somewhat sturdier, I'll briefly stop and blast you with an anti-tank missile.

What does it mean to use anti-tank missiles against people? It's terrifying!

Human bodies simply cannot compare to armored vehicles in terms of hardness!

When two brave mercenaries, attempting to fire a rocket from the second floor of a building on the street, were killed by bullets fired through shooting holes on the side of the armored vehicle, those mercenaries facing the assault directly couldn't hold on...

They didn't wait for support from their comrades on both sides. Driven by the armored vehicles, they began to retreat.

This is the nature of mercenaries; they can't fight tough battles!

Lacking complete logistics and the motivation to fight desperately, they choose to flee once they fall into a disadvantage.

But these guys made the wrong choice this time...

As they rushed into a small grove on the outskirts of a wealthy area, trying to use the trees as cover to escape from the enemy, several Cloud Bombs were fired into the woods.

First, there was a muffled sound as a large amount of incendiary was scattered, followed by a conflagration...

'Boom, boom, boom...' After several muffled explosions, there were several fire clouds, each with a diameter of over ten meters, above the grove.

Then, as the firestorm descended, oxygen was depleted, temperatures soared instantaneously, and the grove began to burn...

Steven, in the villa, watched the large fire ignite in the distance, and holding his head, he yelled, "OMG, the Iraqis are going to go crazy..."

Just as Steven didn't know what to do, Eric's phone rang suddenly beside him...

Eric knew the interference had ended. Looking at the name on his phone, he decisively pressed the speakerphone button and said gloomily, "Boss..."

On the other end of the line, Joe Ga had no intention of comforting the wounded soul; instead, with a mouth full of curse words, he yelled, "Are you guys numbskulls? Your so-called comedy isn't the least bit funny!

Can you bastards be a bit more mature?

We're on the same side, so what are you trying to pull behind my back?"

Eric knew why the boss was calling him; it was because it was inconvenient to directly scold Steven...

Giving an embarrassed Steven a glance, Eric said, "Boss, we wanted to take down those mercenary companies, so..."

"So you took out the vice president of Halliburton and then naively set up a pathetic trap hoping to catch a big fish, only to attract a bloody shark.

Shit, why didn't you tell me? I've damn well been waiting a week just to find someone to punch.

Now you two fools get hit first, so did I damn well win or not?"

Eric nodded hastily and said, "We won, definitely won, you certainly won!"

As he spoke, Eric looked at the middle-aged security man desperately gesturing, and said into the phone, "Boss, you've put everyone in their place, those high-power weapons can't be used anymore, the nearby houses belong to Iraqi officials, and collateral damage would be troublesome...

We've notified the Iraqi security forces, and their people are on the way.

Boss, there's a Jazz Squad at the back door three times the size of Tian Peng, make sure not to hit them."

Joe Ga said irritably, "Open both the front and back doors; are you scared someone will break in now?

Let them enter the villa first, no matter what you do, have the Iraqi security forces cooperate with us.

Our people can block them in the vicinity, with drone support, as long as we have enough personnel, we can root them all out."

Saying this, Joe Ga spat and cursed, "Damn it, they beat up my guys and think they can run? Finish them off!"

Honestly, Eric was overwhelmed with gratitude right then; although Boss Joe's last sentence sounded rough, it clearly reflected his protective attitude.

Eric, quite a capable man himself, was moved for a brief two seconds before he decisively said, "No problem, the deputy commander of the Iraqi government forces is right here with us, I'll have him order the security forces to follow P·B's command."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga laughed and said, "Not follow, cooperate, pal. We didn't come here to command anyone, but to cooperate with the locals.

We need to work together; I don't want to emphasize this again!"

After listening, Eric, observing the awkward expressions on the faces of the Iraqi Special Forces members standing guard around him, he sighed and said, "Got it, boss!

Cooperation! I'll go find someone right away..."

Joe Ga hung up the phone, looked at the now quiet street ahead, and pressing the communicator said, "Antar, do we still have enemies around us?"

"Boss, there are two people inside the villa on your right; they're hiding by the left side of the villa's gate."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga signaled Dorian to stop the vehicle and then used the fire control system to aim an anti-tank missile at the villa's surrounding wall and gate...

"Whoosh~"

The missile exploded on the wall to the left of the large iron gate, and amidst the huge cloud of gunsmoke, Joe Ga couldn't tell if they had hit their target.

The lagging Jazz Squad's vehicle's rear door suddenly opened, and two Russian guys with guns rushed into the smoke, finishing off two bodies with additional shots.

Then they returned to the side of the vehicle, regrouping with the tall 'Executioner' and another comrade, beginning to advance slowly alongside the armored vehicle.

Joe Ga couldn't judge the individual capabilities of the Jazz Squad members, but they were definitely battle-hardened, and not in public security combat, but in the kind of real urban warfare where both sides wielded heavy firepower.

Although armored vehicles are valuable, their observation direction and reaction speed are limited. During sweeping operations, soldiers must accompany them in combat to make full use of the vehicles' firepower for cover, enabling soldiers to make assaults or provide cover during movements.

As Joe Ga hesitated over whether to disembark and join the accompanying combat team, Karman placed a hand on his shoulder, shook his head, and said, "This vehicle needs at least two people."

After saying that, Karman pushed open the rear door, gesturing for Ayu to alight with him, and the two of them joined the Jazz Squad.

Joe Ga looked at Dorian who appeared a bit restless in the driver's seat and said with a smile, "Get moving, but this time, drive slower..."

As he spoke, Joe Ga hit the communicator and said, "Antar, give us some targets."

"300 meters ahead at the corner, there are two people hiding in a drainage ditch, they would expose themselves to the villa's soldiers the moment they rise..."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga made another call, asking the special forces inside the villa to switch their communication channel over to him, while he held a new radio in one hand and controlled the vehicle's roof-mounted automated weapon turret with the other...

"Watch my front at three hundred meters at the corner. Get ready, don't let them escape."

The machine gun on top of the vehicle started firing as soon as Joe Ga finished speaking...

"Da da da..."

A series of bullets whipped the corner spot like a red-hot iron lash.

The two hiding in the drainage ditch, like they were burnt, jumped up intending to run to the other side of the corner, only to be taken down by bullets fired from inside the villa before they could fully stand.

Joe Ga picked up the radio, happily saying, "Well done! Guys, how many are you? Any interest in joining our search operation?

Our ambassador is a generous man; he will write a letter of thanks to every one of you for saving his life!"

No sooner had Joe Ga finished speaking than the radio fell silent for over ten seconds before a hoarse voice responded, "Sorry sir, we have our own duties, and we have several wounded that need evacuation, but...

Thank you sir!"

Joe Ga was the kind of person who was best at interacting with rank-and-file soldiers. He said laughingly, "Thank me for what? Get your people to drive the wounded away. I'll have the drone cover you."

After a cough, Joe Ga added, "Tian Peng guys, I now need manpower for the search operation, 500 bucks, taking down the stragglers is easy..."

Inside the villa, the newly retreated Tian Peng Squad heard the voice over the radio, exchanged glances, then the squad leader with the big beard shrugged his shoulders and said, "P·B's reputation isn't bad, 500 bucks is enough for us to drink for a week. Are we doing this?"

A shorter Southeast Asian man decisively unfastened his tactical vest, while taking off his black combat uniform that could easily be mistaken for another party, he said, "Sure, why not? I need to save money for my wife and kids' immigration..."

After hearing this, the big bearded man saw his teammates nodding, and he pressed the radio to say, "Sir, this is Tian Peng 'Pelican Squad'; I'm the team leader 'Landlord'. We're joining the search team.

Please pick us up at the rear door. We can form two six-person teams for accompanying combat."

Laughing, Joe Ga whistled and said, "Wait there, we'll come right over.

Hey, how much do you guys make at Tian Peng in a year?"

As soon as Joe Ga finished speaking, a man on the radio said with a hint of resignation, "Sir, that's commercial confidentiality!

Please don't poach our staff..."

Joe Ga issued a hiss over the public channel followed by a hearty laugh, "Guys, isn't this fellow your boss?

If you don't enjoy working with them later, you can consider P·B—annual salary of fifty thousand, daily combat pay of five hundred, with social insurance, medical insurance, and we also have a corporate pension, you can get a lot of money when you retire, haha..."

The middle-aged security in charge of Steven's safety listened to the public channel filled with calls for a pay raise, looked at Steven with a wry smile, and said, "Sir..."

Steven, caught between embarrassment and joy, shook his head in response to the middle-aged man's look and said, "Don't look at me, your intelligence work this time was not well done.

I need to catch more suspects alive and use their testimonies to pressurize people in America to kick Halliburton out of Iraq.

With one less competitor, you could take on more projects..."

After listening, the middle-aged man nodded slightly, then shook his head and said, "Sir, Tian Peng isn't a professional intelligence unit, but I'm very clear, a company like Halliburton can't coordinate this many people. You need to investigate thoroughly before taking action.

And I suggest, um, that it would be best to inform P·B before taking action next time.

Otherwise, I'm worried that if the same problem arises again, they might take us out too..."

Steven, eager to assert his value, sighed in frustration and said, "Let's change the subject..."

.........

As Joe Ga and his team were sweeping the enemy, three serious shooting incidents took place within Baghdad city.

Three teams carried out attacks at three different locations in downtown Baghdad, targeting specific individuals.

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The Iraqi security forces and intelligence agencies were completely at a loss as to what to do.