King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga's subtly threatening warning didn't put any pressure on Aaron at all.

After listening to a whisper from his blonde assistant, he even laughed and said, "I've never really liked the style of the 'Blood Spider Mercenary Corps'—I'm a businessman…

If you don't like them, after this contract is over, I'll let them hit the road.

I heard that the 'Iron Wall Mercenary Corps' did well in the recent town battle, maybe I can have a chat with them."

With that, Aaron spread his hands and said with a laugh, "See, we really should be friends."

Aaron's words were ruthlessly disloyal to the extreme, yet there was a natural smoothness to them as if the so-called 'Blood Spider Mercenary Corps' were just objects, not people who had fought and died for him.

Moreover, by mentioning the 'Iron Wall Mercenary Corps,' he was extending an olive branch to Joe Ga, implying he could hand over security to someone Joe Ga was familiar with.

He was also telling Joe Ga that he had a rich source of information because he even knew about such minute details.

Joe Ga looked at Aaron, a bit puzzled, and said, "Your damn character is going to get you shot in the back someday."

Aaron, with an indifferent look, glanced at 'Medic Officer Bird' and his two comrades, then laughed, saying, "I forgot to introduce you; these two are senior managers from the International Agency Company, responsible for the recruitment and leasing business of mercenaries.

I have a revenge fund of 80 million US dollars with the International Agency, which can guarantee that teams like the Blood Spider Mercenary Corps won't be a problem.

They are just mercenaries, and I'm the boss, I pay them for their services, that does not include caring about their opinions."

As Aaron said this, he gestured for his blonde assistant to bring Joe Ga a glass of champagne, then he raised his own goblet and suggested, "I encourage you to consider doing some business with the International Agency as well.

I can responsibly say that the mercenaries they offer are more efficient, and the 'revenge fund' provides even more personal security for people like us.

With less than 10 million, it can only guarantee that the mercenaries provided by the International Agency won't turn against you, but with more than 10 million, it can form a real revenge fund, and with over 50 million, even our families and friends can be included.

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Aaron acted like a qualified insurance salesman, his earnest manner made Joe Ga feel as if he'd be remiss not to at least purchase an amount like 10 million from such a dedicated company.

Looking at Aaron with a face that screamed 'listen to me, and you won't go wrong,' Joe Ga shook his head and said, "I trust my own brothers and those soldiers with a sense of honor more in battle.

Mercenaries like the Blood Spider may be very useful, but using them gives me a psychological burden.

I can accept being unscrupulous, but I cannot tolerate recklessness.

An old buddy of mine told me that simply instilling fear in people won't bring any benefits, it will only make those who fear you fight back in more extreme ways.

Violence with humanity, power that is constrained is what's safe and respectable.

I trust him, so I won't let scum without a sense of honor or humanity work for me, because they'd lower my standards."

As he spoke, Joe Ga's gaze flickered between 'Medic Officer Bird' and Aaron, narrowing his eyes in thought. Then, suddenly curious, he asked, "Are you that CIA operative who ran off with 80 million in diamonds?"

At the question, Aaron's mouth twisted into a bitter smile. He patted his empty trouser leg and said, "Obviously, I didn't run away…"

Looking sympathetically at 'Medic Officer Bird,' Aaron then shrugged, "Sometimes having a prestigious surname is useful, like when you're out of options and can appeal to a powerful family.

It's a pity I was only a minor figure in the Dupont family, so I couldn't save mine or 'Clock's' careers in the Delta Force, nor could I rescue 'Medic Officer Bird.'

The diamond smuggler Harlotte took my legs, but I don't hate him at all. He showed me the real world and taught me how to be a successful businessman.

And then, you see…"

Joe Ga, admiring the candidness in Aaron's eyes, said, "Don't show off your devilish business wisdom. But if it had been me, I couldn't have gotten past it.

I'm not you. I don't understand the situation you were in or your thoughts at the time. But I think you're more mature than me and tougher.

I don't like some of your methods, but I have to admit, you're a friend or opponent worthy of respect."

Aaron was delighted and said, "Being recognized by P.B.'s Hu Lang is something to be proud of in Africa.

I'll buy a bottle of good wine, write what you've said about me on it, and if I'm still alive in a few years, I'll invite you to share a drink."

Looking at Joe Ga, Aaron again seriously said, "I still suggest you invest in a part of the 'revenge fund,' preferably a one-time purchase of 50 million.

Although the revenge fund hardly yields any profits, it can be withdrawn after a year. However, my personal advice is to keep it for 30 years, because after those 30 years, not only can inflation offset the low-interest rate, but even if you withdraw the money after that, you could still enjoy the same services for the rest of your life."

"You should know how precious the term 'a lifetime' is for people like us and our families!"

Hu Lang, I appreciate you, so I hope you can live a little longer."

After hearing this, Joe Ga pondered seriously and said, "50 million is a large sum; if it's just for 'revenge,' I don't think it's worth spending so much money.

Because I believe in my brothers, my people, even for 'revenge,' they would be more motivated than so-called international intermediary companies."

Upon hearing this, Aaron nodded enviously, then shook his head and said, "It's not just for 'revenge.' This fund could get you and your family on the 'untouchable' list of an international intermediary company.

After spending this money, no one could trouble you through the intermediary company.

I've put all my assets, the diamonds worth 80 million, into the fund. That's why I've lasted until now because I receive some intelligence support targeted at me from it.

I think it's absolutely worth it!!"

Joe Ga quickly realized this was a gimmick by a violent intermediary company, encouraging those 'concerned parties' to spend money on protection.

He wasn't clear on how their fund operated, but essentially, this form of 'insurance premium' seemed quite reasonable to most people in high-risk industries.

This thing smacked of a Ponzi scheme because if everyone bought 'insurance,' then the 'insurance' would lose its effect. A new violent world would inevitably emerge to fulfill the actual needs of those people.

For some reason, Joe Ga had a strong feeling that beyond the 'international intermediary company,' there must be one or two similar competitors.

Looking at the attentive Aaron, Joe Ga said with a smile, "Why do I feel that you are more passionate about selling insurance? Don't tell me you still have ties with the international intermediary company?"

Aaron shook his head and said, "I don't; I'm just a client of the international intermediary company."

As he spoke, Aaron gestured towards the Delta Force member with a scarred brow and said with a smile, "However, 'Bottlecaps' sometimes doesn't articulate well, so he hasn't done very well in sales this year.

They're some of the few people in this world I can trust, so..."

Joe Ga nodded, addressing 'Bottlecaps,' who did indeed speak somewhat clumsily, "I'll give serious consideration to Aaron's proposal. However, I'm not interested in the 50-million fund because 'revenge' has no meaning for someone who is already dead.

You can leave me your business card. If I call you, then congratulations, you've landed a deal worth 80 million."

As it turned out, even the most rigid personalities bow to economic principles. Just moments ago, 'Bottlecaps,' who had appeared somewhat arrogant, now wore a forced smile as he handed over his business card with slightly stiff words, "I'm looking forward to your call; I'll take care of the outside matters."

Joe Ga felt a moment of sentimentality. Mercenaries who sold themselves to international intermediary companies were as dignified as delivery riders indentured to a platform. He also understood that the services of the intermediary company were flexible.

One mode of operation was impersonal, while VIP treatment clearly was another!

Shaking hands with 'Bottlecaps,' Joe Ga looked somewhat regretfully at the expressionless 'Medic Officer Bird' and asked, "What about you? What level are you at now? Have you found your enemy?"

'Medic Officer Bird' glanced deeply at his two comrades, then shook his head bitterly, "No, apart from Harlotte, I don't know who should be held responsible for what happened to me.

I always thought I was Dagger, my entire career was in service to the country.

But now I realize that I'm really just a knife, or an irrelevant prop."

'Medic Officer Bird' bowed his head, musing for a moment before suddenly looking up at Joe Ga, "I haven't found a job yet. You said that if I'm interested, I could come for an interview. Is that offer still valid?"

Joe Ga was taken aback, unsure what had transpired between 'Medic Officer Bird' and his comrades, but clearly, he didn't want to work with them anymore.

There must be reasons for their different experiences, but Joe Ga could tell that 'Bottlecaps' and 'Clock,' the two Delta Force members, had already been 'tamed,' unlike 'Medic Officer Bird.'

And Aaron, who suffered alongside them, was on a different path—a path of revenge bristling with thorns!

Joe Ga certainly didn't believe that such a person would give up after losing his legs. He had a premonition that once Aaron's revenge began, it would be utterly fierce.

But that was none of Joe Ga's concern. Faced with 'Medic Officer Bird's' question, Joe Ga smiled and nodded, "Of course, my promises always stand!

The annual salary is 50,000, with a daily combat bonus of 500; if you perform well, there's room for this to increase.

P·B is a young company; we have a lot of room for promotion here."

Glancing at 'Medic Officer Bird,' who now stood behind him with arms crossed, Joe Ga nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Aaron, "Let's find a quiet place to talk. I have some business proposals I would like to discuss with you.

I think after doing such outrageous things, you wouldn't mind doing something meaningful."

Aaron smiled and nodded, pointing to the study in the presidential suite, "That isn't necessarily the case. The definition of 'meaningful' is slightly different between you and me..."