King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

The SAS operative 'Knight' had been leading the effort to escort the British envoy in Kinshasa for five days.

The envoy's mission was to negotiate and rescue those trapped inside the embassy.

The sudden outbreak of fighting tonight put 'Knight' on edge...

Standing on the hotel balcony, he observed the direction of the embassy through his binoculars. It seemed fairly quiet there; some commotion had arisen among the perimeter Congolese National Defense Forces, but it was quickly suppressed.

Seeing no abnormality near the embassy, 'Knight' did not dare to relax. He picked up his radio and called out to his comrades...

"Stay vigilant, everyone. Two of you head to the rooftop, and two guard the stairwell…"

After giving his orders, 'Knight' turned to leave but noticed some movement near the brightly lit building in the distance...

Frowning, he raised his binoculars again. To his surprise, he saw a team of operatives in black combat uniforms attempting to enter the hotel's side entrance.

Watching their familiar tactical maneuvers and breach equipment, 'Knight' froze for a moment. Then he turned violently toward the room and addressed an elderly man with white hair who was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee. "Sir, I think I just saw a team of Air Service Group soldiers trying to access the hotel where P.B. is holding hostages…"

The white-haired elder was named Claverley, a special advisor to the British government, who had handled many tricky issues and was thus sent to Congo this time.

Hearing 'Knight,' Claverley shook his head faintly and said, "You must be mistaken!"

'Knight' fell silent upon hearing that. As a veteran SAS captain who had seen combat and done black ops, he immediately understood the deeper meaning behind Claverley's words…

The British government would not acknowledge the actions of those men!

Looking at Claverley, who remained calm and composed, 'Knight' shook his head grimly and said, "Sir, I don't understand what your agenda is, but I can tell you clearly—this is a bad decision.

I've worked with P.B. in Liberia before. They are definitely not the Africa militia you imagine."

Smiling, Claverley replied, "I know. I've reviewed your record, which is why I invited you to assist me in completing this mission.

Our mission is to extract the ambassador and send him home. Everything else has nothing to do with us."

Seeing Claverley's evident knowledge yet reluctance to intervene, 'Knight' gave a bitter laugh and said, "Those soldiers are going to die!

Once their identities are exposed, everybody will think we're complicit in deploying the virus…"

Claverley shook his head and said, "People already think that on the outside...

And I can tell you definitively, there are indeed British companies and certain government departments involved.

'Knight,' in reality, everyone involved knows exactly what's going on. The most important thing now is how it appears to the outside world.

The people from G.I.D. are irrelevant, but Hu Lang detained the WHO's Africa head, and that man must die…"

Looking at the visibly grim-faced 'Knight,' Claverley continued, "It was Hu Lang who set off the fuse. Many people actually know what he's doing, yet they have to play along with his plans.

Because they wouldn't rest until they tried...

Do you think only the slums and the hotel zone in Kinshasa will see battles tonight?

No, those people want much more…"

'Knight' lowered his head and said in a heavy tone, "Because the ones dying are not them, they act with impunity.

Those soldiers believe they're serving their country…"

Claverley smiled suddenly upon seeing 'Knight's' angry expression and said, "You could notify Hu Lang—you know him...

Inform him ahead of time. Tell him everything is orchestrated by the Armored Group and the Badleck Asset Management Company. It might save the lives of those soldiers…"

Finishing his sentence, Claverley no longer looked at 'Knight.' Instead, he sipped his coffee elegantly and said, "But I won't admit I said any of that…"

'Knight' froze for a second. At that moment, he was convinced that Claverley truly had nothing to do with the virus incident...

After hesitating for a few seconds, he pulled out his phone and rushed to the balcony, gazing at the brightly lit hotel in the distance as he dialed Joe Ga's number…

"Sir, it's 'Knight.' Do you remember me?"

"Yes, what's the matter? Be quick; I'm a bit busy…"

Hearing the sound of intense gunfire over the phone, 'Knight' decisively said, "Sir, a team has entered the hotel where you're holding hostages. They're SAS operatives, and they're completely unaware of the situation.

Sir, please don't kill them. The ones pulling the strings behind all this are the Armored Group and Badleck Asset Management Company."

"Oh, I see. I'll call my people; there's still time…

'Knight,' whoever told you to call me is setting you up.

If I were you, I'd punch their face in!"

'Knight' paused. "Sir, I don't understand what you mean."

Amidst shooting, Joe Ga chuckled dismissively, "The higher-ups in England are looking to compromise, so they're using you to contact me instead.

They're trying to curry favor with me to facilitate negotiations later. They want the British government entirely exonerated during trials.

But they can't manage this so-called Badleck Asset Management Company, so they're feeding you to me.

You, an SAS member, are ratting out your country's major asset firm. They're going to give you hell for this later.

Buddy, to put it bluntly, you're selling national secrets!"

'Knight' broke into a cold sweat as Joe Ga's words sank in. Looking back at the unbothered Claverley, he bitterly replayed the recent conversation...

Clearly, this old fox had plotted this scenario well before selecting him to accompany the mission to Congo, and he was naively trying to help his fellow soldiers about to be sacrificed.

Pinching the bridge of his nose in torment, 'Knight' said bitterly, "Sir, I've sacrificed so much. Can you at least take care of my mates?"

Joe Ga laughed heartily and said, "Alright, I'll give you a number. Contact Frester—you should've met him in Liberia…

The hotel is empty. We've rigged it with explosives.

The detonator is in Frester's possession. Reach out to him, assist in capturing your comrades alive, and casualties can be avoided."

'Knight,' realizing the implications, said with a wry smile, "The CIA works for you guys?

Frester, that bastard, was trying to pump me for information at the hotel bar last night.

FUCK, does this make me the dumbest guy in the room?"

Joe Ga burst out laughing. "Don't worry. You're not. Someone else is dumber…"

Before Joe Ga finished speaking, multiple explosions erupted across Kinshasa…

Fiery blazes rose into the sky as the few functioning city lights in Kinshasa were extinguished.

Next, fighting broke out around the Presidential Palace…

But it wasn't over yet. Just as the battles escalated in Kinshasa, a convoy appeared in a small town 40 kilometers east.

A vast group of Congolese National Defense Forces, driving hastily retrofitted armed pickups, escorted a motorcade composed of sedans, trucks, and motorcycles, heading aggressively toward Kinshasa.

Receiving the news, Joe Ga ducked behind a parapet wall and lamented Africa's chaotic coup tactics, scoffing at President Kabila's minimal control over Congo…

The Congolese National Defense Forces were pathetic; they couldn't even control their own underlings. Offer them some money, and they'd align with external forces to stage a coup…

Kabila's unpopularity was abundantly evident!

But by now, Joe Ga no longer cared. The worse Kabila was, the easier it was to exert influence over him.

Catching his breath while crouched behind the parapet, Joe Ga adjusted his communicator and called out, "Curry, keep an eye on the eastern convoy. Guide the mortars; don't let them penetrate the city outskirts."

"'Spider,' protect the President and those Pan-African Parliament officials. Those bastards went too far tonight, but tomorrow the courts will be highly efficient, ha-ha…"

Issuing his orders, Joe Ga glanced through a firing slit outside…

In the pitch-black slum, armed men swarmed like ants, pursuing Night Tiger and the Ferryman as they attempted to encircle them.

The armed fighters weren't very skilled, but they were out in large numbers and heavily armed.

Of the 24 Springblade 600 drones Tony brought, all had been expended, and the 6 missile packs Joe Ga brought had only 8 missiles left.

Joe Ga checked the time and Night Tiger's location before raising his rifle again…

"Bang, bang bang, bang bang…"

Joe Ga's shooting rhythm was extraordinarily precise and almost unfairly quick.

A few clueless armed men wandering the streets aimlessly were gunned down before they even figured out which way to go.

Joe Ga continued to cover Night Tiger and the Ferryman as they crossed two more intersections. Just as he was about to call out to them, the alarm next to Ronnie suddenly blared…

Ronnie dropped his M24 sniper rifle, picked up a UMP, and dragged Dorian to the rooftop entrance…

Pressing his ear to the door below, Ronnie said, "They're here, and they're pros…"

Pulling the bolt on his G36C, Dorian chuckled and said, "Teach me how you made that alarm system later.

The boss has been waiting for them. Once this is done, we can pull out…"

Peeking carefully, Dorian activated his communicator and whispered, "Boss, Ronnie and I will hold them here. You and King Kong link up with Night Tiger and the Ferryman and flank them from behind."

Joe Ga, hearing this, bent and darted toward a wall, tossing two ropes over the edge before turning to the wide-eyed Tony with a grin. "Buddy, being my team member is risky business. Hang in there…"

Watching Ayu grab a rope and leap over, Tony stared incredulously at Joe Ga and asked, "Boss, is there something you're not telling me?"

Joe Ga smirked, tapped the side of his head, and replied, "If I told you I'm actually the bait, would you still have the courage to follow me here?

You all seem to forget who P.B.'s best shooter truly is.

Now I even have to pull tricks just to get myself into the field…

Am I making this job as a leader too hard for myself?"

Excitedly adjusting the red headband on his forehead, Tony drew his revolver and declared, "Boss, I'm not afraid…"

Joe Ga pushed the gun aimed at his own crotch aside and shook his head, saying, "Calm down...

You've got 8 missiles left. Use them to hold off those brothers trying to get close.

If you survive and go back, you'll officially be my chief field technical officer…"