King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

'Monkey' only put on the gas mask and stormed into the building to begin clearing it after the fifth round of mortar bombardment had ended.

Mortars aren't particularly effective against robust structures, and their limited precision fails to directly kill people positioned in the middle levels of the building.

But one thing P·B is good at—wherever they use artillery, they go all-out.

Saturation bombing, even if it doesn't kill the enemy, can completely crush their morale.

As Night Tiger entered, gunfire rang out inside the building...

Night Tiger confronted a dazed team of enemies who were utterly disoriented from the bombardment, using gas grenades to aid the assault. Soon, the building was fully cleared...

After the battle ended, 'Monkey' and his comrades took photos of every dead enemy and sent them to headquarters, then herded the surviving prisoners onto some trucks and headed for Kinshasa's docks...

On the way, 'Monkey' regretfully called Joe Ga...

"Boss, we interrogated on the spot and even checked all the corpses. We didn't capture Aiden...

Either the prisoner lied, or Aiden evacuated before our operation started."

............

What Joe Ga and his team didn't know was that when Aiden dispatched his black squad to attack the boss, he himself had already taken his elite group toward the Presidential Palace to provide reinforcements.

Today's battle threw Aiden into utter despair!

Aiden, a special forces commander hailing from the SAS, had successfully led nearly sixty operations of varying scale. This impressive track record earned him a lucrative $500,000 annual salary with the armored consortium.

Before coming to Congo, Aiden diligently studied all materials related to P·B and even leveraged his connections to access internal intelligence reports. He had a clear, direct understanding of P·B's military strength and deployment.

Turning Kinshasa into a battlefield seemed to Aiden the only viable opportunity!

He planned to mobilize multiple forces to disrupt Kinshasa's situation and attempt a decapitation strike against President Kabila or Joe Ga. Any successful strike on either target would secure ultimate victory for his side.

But what Aiden hadn't anticipated was how smoothly the initial skirmishes went.

P·B's people walked right into his traps, and even their legendary boss, Hu Lang, ventured into the slums.

Despite P·B's advanced suicide drones, Aiden still believed there was hope...

However, once their drones lost signal, the entire battle spiraled out of control.

Commanding via radio was hardly difficult for Aiden, but when the enemy had aerial surveillance and he didn't, the situation became untenable.

The technological disparity, compounded by weaker firepower and the lamentable combat capabilities of rebel forces in the slums, left Aiden at wit's end.

He had done his best, but he couldn't establish even the slightest advantage...

The enemy seemed prepared for every move his side made!

This wasn't a matter of personal failure—it was simply a losing battle on every front. What could you do?

When Aiden received news of two fighter jets decimating the eastern rebel forces, he knew the mission to strike P·B was doomed.

P·B's boss was a madman—sending fighter jets and cluster bombs to deal with mere militias.

Back in Iraq, it was cluster bombs that obliterated the armored consortium army.

Of course, P·B didn't have many fighter jets, but the armored consortium had even fewer personnel.

How could they continue fighting?

Aiden resolved to lead two elite squads toward Kinshasa's Presidential Palace for reinforcements.

If he could kill President Kabila and install his rival, there might still be hope.

But just as he departed, the red building was bombarded...

At that moment, Aiden realized he was being targeted. Sitting in his vehicle, he watched the fiery chaos erupting at the Presidential Palace and hesitated briefly before instructing the driver, "Head to Point C."

The special forces driver nodded silently, put down his night vision equipment, extinguished the headlights, turned into a nearby alley, and accelerated the retreat...

"Sir, we should leave Kinshasa as soon as possible!"

Aiden rubbed his handsome face and said, "I know. I'll contact headquarters to map out a withdrawal route.

The progress at the Presidential Palace is going poorly, but the enemy clearly has the capability yet chooses not to support it. They must be using the Palace as bait to attract more forces.

Inform our people—hand off control of the offensive to the rebels. If things go south, retreat to the designated location and wait in hiding."

Aiden painfully massaged his temples and muttered, "P·B is far stronger than we imagined...

Those intel reports kept emphasizing how they always use superior firepower to defeat opponents—artillery, fighter jets, aerial reconnaissance, even thermobaric bombs...

It seems like they win every time because of that!

But in reality, their boss is incredibly cunning. We were coerced into moving entirely within his orchestrated rhythm.

FUCK, the guy was prepared with fighter jets from the start!

Cluster bombing militia forces in Africa was just to scare off other rebel groups...

That guy is a warmonger. Anyone hoping to negotiate will be sorely disappointed!"

The driver glanced sideways at Aiden, saying, "Sir, what's our next move?"

Aiden pinched the bridge of his nose and replied, "I need to meet with that arms dealer, Clive Robinson. He claims to have the weapons we need.

Tomorrow, during the trial, we'll make an attempt. Whether it's killing Hu Lang or Kabila, either will complete the mission.

As long as one of those two dies, Congo's situation will change entirely!"

............

At Kinshasa's docks, Joe Ga met up with Night Tiger...

After taking custody of the dozen prisoners, Joe Ga tallied tonight's spoils.

Several nets had been cast, yielding some results, but to be honest, the rewards weren't as significant as he'd expected.

The operation at the hotel captured a 12-member SAS team, and it was the same 'Knight' they'd previously worked with who negotiated their surrender.

The battle in the slums killed some rebels hidden in Kinshasa and destroyed the enemy's command center.

Now, the only thing left is the Presidential Palace...

............

The Presidential Palace!

Kabila paced nervously in his room, contemplating arranging personnel to escort him out. Yet every time he saw the eyes of the old-timer named 'Spider,' his courage to speak disappeared.

Instead, the man repeatedly sent him out with a loudspeaker to encourage the National Defense Forces troops.

Now, the enemies had breached the Palace walls, leaving over two hundred National Defense Forces retreating into the Palace interior to defend. If breached, their escape routes would disappear, making Kabila exceptionally tense...

At four in the morning, 'Spider' noticed the gunfire outside suddenly thinning out, shook his head in disappointment, and pressed the communicator: "The enemy has no reinforcements. 'Ant Eater,' crush them."

With 'Spider's' order, twenty Ant Eaters appeared on the Palace rooftop.

Six automatic grenade launchers and fourteen light machine guns unleashed their fury...

The crazed mobs who'd stormed the Palace were jolted awake by the sudden blasts.

Grenades exploded among the scattered rebels like chaos, and within machine gun range, the crossfire wiped out a third of them.

As they attempted to flee, the entrance was sealed by grenade fire!

The battle inside the Presidential Palace caused an internal-external disconnect for the enemy. Outside, confused rebels stood there helplessly as a team of black-uniformed soldiers began their rapid retreat...

But just as these men passed through an intersection—two large Broad Swords detonated.

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!"

Two tremendous explosions dropped most of the soldiers caught in the crossfire.

When a few survivors desperately tried to rescue the wounded, 'Silt' led several Ant Eaters from a nearby house into view...

"RATATATATATA..."

"RATATATATATA..."

With no explicit orders from the boss and no penchant for taking prisoners, 'Silt' efficiently mowed down the remaining men with RPK light machine guns, then moved in with handguns to finish them off.

After ensuring there were no survivors, 'Silt' pressed the communicator and said, "Bring some trucks—let's hang these bodies at the courthouse entrance."

............

Joe Ga received updates from 'Spider' and 'Silt,' smacked his lips as he assessed the gains, then glanced uncertainty at Dorian. "Do you think this strike packs enough punch?

I feel like we're still missing something…"

Dorian stroked his chin thoughtfully and said, "Boss, I think what we lack is a midnight snack...

Fear is about how well we brag afterward, isn't it?"

Joe Ga looked at Dorian with amusement, shook his head, and said, "Elephant, I think you've lost your fighting spirit."

Dorian spread his hands and said, "Honestly Boss, I preferred the sight of you lounging poolside with a phone call!

Get some bikini girls to keep you company, maybe let them rub sunscreen on me while we're at it...

A big boss ought to do things like that!"

Joe Ga flipped Dorian the middle finger, then turned to 'Monkey' and 'Comet' and said, "Get ready. The transport plane touches down at Kinshasa Airport by dawn.

You'll catch some shut-eye on the plane and wake up in South Africa!

The opponents in Kinshasa were subpar this time. Make a bigger splash for me in South Africa.

Completely destroy that company, then find the president of G.I.D.—hang him somewhere public."

Joe Ga looked at the gleam in 'Monkey's' eyes and laughed. "Sorry you won't see Africa's judge pounding the gavel in glory, but I can't wait anymore—and I know you can't either!

Finish them!"