King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

"I don't remember much about what happened after I was expelled from the 'Tracker' team."

Joe Ga frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Ronnie reached up to rub at his temple and said, "There are a lot of things I can't remember. Someone damaged my memory, or my memories were destroyed by the heavy drinking over the last six months.

The syringe incident makes me lean toward the possibility that someone did it intentionally—perhaps to prevent Special Operations Command from investigating."

Joe Ga pointed to his own neck and asked, "You had a nano-injector implanted in your spine. Do you still have any memories?"

Ronnie froze for a moment, then nodded and said, "It was classified originally, but now you're the boss...

The nano-injector was implanted after I joined the 'Tracker' team. It allowed them to periodically inject genetic fragments and a certain virus into my body.

My body became stronger—my vision, hearing, and sense of smell all improved significantly...

But this human experimentation was halted because a few of my teammates developed brain issues.

Later, I was sent to Malaysia on a 'destruction mission.' After botching the task, I was abandoned."

Joe Ga listened and said incredulously, "Are you saying you voluntarily agreed to collaborate with the Tracker team on human experimentation?"

Ronnie nodded slightly and said, "I'm a Black man, never went to college.

When I was in Delta Force with 'Tracker,' my salary after taxes was $44,000 a year. I couldn't even manage the mortgage on my house.

My brother died in Iraq, and my sister-in-law is raising so many kids on her own...

When someone comes to you and says you just need to participate in an experiment that might make you stronger—and you'll receive enough money to ensure your sister-in-law and nephews can live comfortably—what would you choose?"

"I'd dig out the eyes of the person trying to get me to do the experiment."

Joe Ga said without hesitation, "I believe there are miracles in this world, but I absolutely don't believe that when you're down on your luck, a pie will fall from the sky onto your head.

Nothing comes free!"

Ronnie nodded slightly and said, "You're right. There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Sir, I think my trouble doesn't come from official sources but rather from a group of people interested in the drugs used by the 'Tracker' team.

I'm not sure, but I honestly can't think of any reason Special Operations Command would target me. I failed a mission, and the consequences of the operation were severe enough that even my retirement pay and pension were revoked."

Joe Ga wasn't really interested in Ronnie's grievances. What he cared about was strong soldiers—he wanted them to fight for him.

Watching Ronnie, who seemed to be lost in memory and visibly distressed, Joe Ga curiously said, "If the drugs you mentioned are really so effective, then your speculation about your situation might actually hold water.

A pharmaceutical company kidnapping a former Tracker like you, then trying to analyze the drugs developed by other companies using your blood...

Recently, my territory has been harassed by a group of people—they're from pharmaceutical companies, and their behavior has been downright reckless."

Ronnie's expression shifted slightly as he nodded and said, "Boss, maybe you should broaden your scope. If a major pharmaceutical company truly wanted to replicate Delta Force's achievements, then I'd likely already be dead.

They wouldn't leave behind any loose ends for someone who despises them."

Joe Ga thought this sounded reasonable. He nodded slightly and said, "Since the situation is so unclear, let me ask about your intentions.

I'm heading to Oregon, and there might be ambushes along the way. Following me could mean danger.

Can you handle these dangers and be fully committed to working for me?"

Ronnie's face lit up with a bright smile as he said, "Sir, Trackers don't ask questions. We just need to know the contents of the mission."

As he said this, Ronnie saw the satisfied expression on Joe Ga's face. His posture suddenly shrank, his shoulders tightened inward, and he lowered his head as he spoke, "Sir, if you're certain someone will ambush you, you need to be cautious about your travel plans.

I could go scout your likely routes. If there are many people planning to attack you, I'll spot them ahead of time."

Joe Ga nodded slightly, agreeing with Ronnie's proposal, and then curiously asked, "I still don't understand—what kind of people could kidnap someone like you, yet choose not to silence you when they had the chance?"

Ronnie nodded slightly and said, "I don't know either. Maybe something about my physical condition gave them an opening to exploit..."

Saying this, Ronnie froze for a moment as if something had dawned on him. But he didn't elaborate and instead murmured quietly, "Sir, I think these matters aren't worth your attention..."

Joe Ga immediately realized Ronnie had mostly spoken the truth but was concealing some key information.

Nonetheless, Joe Ga didn't care about these minor details. If Ronnie truly was facing significant trouble, he wouldn't voluntarily stick around and create problems for Olivia and Foreman.

After thinking for a moment, Joe Ga said, "I'm somewhat interested in these so-called enhancement drugs. You've experienced them firsthand—do they really work?"