King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

'Bangassou'

After Joe Ga's Black assistant Lenore finished the special task he had assigned her, she tirelessly visited the homes of the local tribal elders one by one.

As dusk was approaching, an exhausted looking Lenore emerged from the house of the sixth tribal elder.

Her assistant, a Black girl with an afro and glasses, saw Lenore approaching and opened the car door for her to get in, then followed into the passenger seat.

While waiting for the vehicle to start, the girl with glasses turned to Lenore and asked, "Miss, where are we heading next?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Lenore, weary, said, "We're going to the hospital, there's a Gazelle helicopter parked there, we need to rush to Bangui overnight. I must report to Minister Ainola and then invite her to join the tribal leaders in the north for a meeting with the President."

"Our boss has given me a difficult task, and I have a feeling that if I don't handle it well, many people are going to die because of me."

The girl with glasses had always been at the P·B base and knew what they were preparing there.

Seeing how tired Lenore was, the girl with glasses said blankly, "Why? Just to show everyone how P·B deals with drug traffickers?"

Lenore glanced at the girl with glasses, slightly shook her head, and said, "It's not just about fighting drug traffickers; those sudden arrivals from China are the key.

"It seems the boss has a big plan, and anyone who stands in the way of this plan will be crushed."

"I know you're the granddaughter of the government's Secretary-General, and I know why you were recommended to work with me."

"You'd better inform your grandfather not to miss tomorrow's gathering; otherwise, he might miss an opportunity to rise to prominence—or possibly, lose even more."

The girl with glasses stared in disbelief and said, "How can that be possible?

"P·B is just a military security company; how could they influence so many people?"

Lenore pinched the bridge of her nose, recalling the blueprint she had seen in Joe Ga's office.

It was a sketch drawn by several elderly Chinese over the course of about a week for the boss.

From it, Lenore saw a brand-new 'Senggar Town', a central city that connected surrounding villages and small towns like an octopus with its tentacles spreading in all directions.

Lenore didn't understand why, but every time she thought of that sketch, her heart would beat faster.

She didn't know what the boss wanted to do, but if it was related to the sketch, Lenore felt she should give it her all.

Central Africa couldn't get any worse; any change was good!

Looking at the girl with glasses full of surprise, Lenore gave a small smile and said, "I don't know anything, I just know that the harder I work now, the closer I get to my goals."

The girl with glasses looked at Lenore curiously and asked, "What are your goals?"

Lenore said with a smile, "My short-term goal is to become the mayor of Sangha Town; my long-term goal...

Maybe the President! What do you think?"

......

'Senggar Town'

Several so-called opposition leaders from Central Africa collectively appeared in a hotel. They had been invited to visit a newly completed hospital and to discuss how to deal with the new master of Sangha Town.

It was clear that the decision of the president and his siblings in Central Africa to hand over the management of their country's two largest iron mines and a small town to a foreigner had sparked backlash.

The strategic location of Sangha Town completely blocked the overland traffic from Congo to Central Africa and was situated upstream on the Ubangi River, boasting a decent small port.

Although the revenue here couldn't compare to Bangassou or Capital Bangui, it was already a substantial income for these struggling opposition members.

Although the president and his siblings had only transferred the authority of security management, they had effectively infringed upon the economic interests of the opposition parties.

Although political parties in Central Africa were treated like child's play, opposition and anti-government were two entirely different matters.

These people had the right to raise their own demands, and they asked the ruling government to explain.

'Uprising' was simply the measure they had to take after their demands had not been met.

Because human life was so cheap, the politics of Africa were just that simple.

While these people were endlessly debating, the roar of armored vehicles sounded outside the hotel.

10 massive Lazar 3-type armored vehicles brazenly broke through the Opposition Armed Forces' security blockade, escorting an SUV to the front of the hotel.

Karman, with his dim eyesight and slightly hunched back, glanced at Xiao Huang Huang Sijia who was fidgety in the backseat and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm going to deliver an invitation for the boss. We'll be back to where you are staying soon."

Huang Sijia was handsome, and although he had lived through significant upheavals, the current scene still made him very nervous.

What kind of invitation required armored vehicles for escort?

But Karman had a magic power that made people 'settle down.' Xiao Huang looked into his eyes, swallowed his saliva, and nodded, saying, "Then could you hurry up? I want to go back to the survey camp for dinner. I can't keep my advisors waiting; they all have quite the temper."

After hearing this, Karman nodded slightly and said, "Generally they won't use guns; old men who have to get up three times a night still with tempers, that means they really have some skills.

I like those old guys. Although I don't understand most of the English words they say, it's good to have more such powerful people in the world.

You've found yourself some good advisors, don't worry, I won't delay your dinner."

With these words, Karman gestured to the jungle boss in the driver's seat to stay put and got out of the car himself, slowly walking to the hotel entrance amidst hundreds of barrels pointed at him.

After a glance at the Opposition soldiers around him with fierce gazes, Karman did not step into the hotel but instead stood at the entrance and knocked on the riddled door, saying in a voice as raspy as a whetstone, "I don't know how many of you can still remember me, but I was here 20 years ago. At that time, you called me 'Ant Eater.'"

As he spoke, Karman knocked on the hotel door again, forcing those caught up in terror to come to their senses, and then he squeezed out a smile, saying, "I mean no harm this time, the armored vehicles outside just happened to be passing by.

My boss invites you to visit the top of Sangha Mountain tomorrow afternoon at 2 o'clock.

You can choose not to come, but I've informed you."

An elderly man stood up, walked to the door, took a good look at Karman's face, then incredulously said with wide eyes, "You're still alive?

How can a monster like you live till now? You should have been taken away by the devil in your nightmares!"

Karman slightly lifted the corners of his eyes, lazily surveyed the old man before him, then pointed at his own temple and said, "Compared to everything that has happened here, nightmares aren't scary at all, because I tore the devils from the dreams into pieces one by one!

You remember me, so please make sure the people inside come on time tomorrow. My boss means you no harm."

With that, Karman looked into the old man's eyes and said in a strangely flat tone, "I once wanted to burn you all to ashes, but now I want to save you.

Because someone called Sentulu once said, 'People can be changed,' but you have to change the environment first before trying to change people.

I didn't believe it then, I still don't understand it now, but I think my current boss gets it!"

After finishing his words, Karman turned and walked toward the SUV, saying, "Stay here as guests, I've already fronted the hotel's rent for you.

Be on time tomorrow, don't make me come to fetch you. You won't like that kind of scene!"

The black elder seemed to remember something; he forcefully opened the gun barrel pointed at Karman's back by the security next to him, then asked with a trembling voice, "Who do you work for, exactly?"

Karman paused, then turned around with a hint of disappointment, pointed to his armband, and said, "P·B, Powerful Strike International Military Contractor.

You've been discussing how to deal with my boss while not even recognizing the P·B insignia."

With that, Karman fell silent for a moment and, attempting a more amiable tone, said, "Remember to come on time tomorrow. I promise not to hurt you.

Really!

Because you're all too stupid!"