King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

The immense roar of the helicopter made their attempts to make phone calls a futile gesture.

Two jungle veterans appeared behind them, struggled to squeeze out a smile, pushed down on their shoulders to sit them down, and then politely confiscated their mobile phones.

As they watched Joe Ga alight from the helicopter in his combat gear, they exchanged a glance. Just as they were about to shout and stir the people around them, Joe Ga approached, shook their hands enthusiastically, and said, "I hear that's your turf up there.

Take a good look and see how P·B Military Contracting Company deals with its business."

As Joe Ga spoke, a firefight broke out within the shaky live footage on the large screen.

Theoretically, the least adequately equipped Team E found its operational mode...

The lone assault soldier captain 'Bullhorn' abandoned close combat and formed a shooting team with his comrades instead.

'Bullhorn' and two machine gunners 'Loom' and 'Ironman' group-fired from due south of the village.

The precision shooters 'Harelip' and 'Saint', paired with the snipers 'Iceman' and 'Water Ghost', took cover in the jungles on the east and west flanks to take cold shots.

This seven-man squad opted for an encirclement on three sides, leaving the north open for the nearly 70-strong drug dealer team to flee.

What gave them confidence was not the approaching helicopter but the major weapon carried by 'Bullhorn' and his group: the single-soldier 'Cloud Bomb' launched by a rocket launcher.

Since they were a shooting squad, naturally they dug trenches and started firing.

"Whoosh"

"Whoosh"

"Whoosh"

After three screeches of rocket launcher fire, the windows were shattered in two brick houses used as drug warehouses and a dormitory where the drug dealers rested.

Then came three horrific explosions, and the three buildings exploded as if there had been internal gas leaks, with flames bursting out several meters like fire dragons.

The drug dealers had not yet realized what was happening when gunfire erupted from three directions.

All of 'Bullhorn's tactical moves were to force the armed drug dealers, numbering over 70, to flee north towards the road. The moment they left the cover of the jungle was the helicopter's cue to attack. Their goal was not merely to break the enemy's camp but to annihilate their living forces entirely.

As the main force of the attack, 'Bullhorn' took up an automatic grenade launcher, coordinating with 'Loom' and 'Ironman's machine gunfire to launch a fierce assault from the south.

Like a large revolver, the grenade launcher was extremely satisfying to use. When several grenades exploded amidst the panicked drug dealers, it instantly crushed their will to fight.

As the two machine guns began rhythmical suppressive fire, the drug dealers couldn't even manage to fight back and scampered across the ground like rabbits targeted by eagles.

A young black man with a large gap in his front tooth, in a blind panic, rushed toward the jungle to the west, hoping to escape through the cover of the trees...

"Bang"

A muffled gunshot echoed from the woods, and a large-caliber bullet hit the knee of the young black man, separating his lower leg from his body.

After his leg flew off, the young black man didn't immediately feel the pain but rather fell off balance to the ground. It was only when he tried to get up and keep running that he realized one of his legs was missing.

"Ahh~"

The young black man stared at his bleeding leg stump for two seconds before grabbing the severed part and letting out a piercing scream.

The precision shooter 'Saint' glanced through the sight at the black man, then turned his gun to wound two other drug dealers attempting to enter the western jungle.

Just as he was about to continue hunting for targets, "bang"...

His companion 'Water Ghost' pulled the trigger of the Barrett once again, and a large-caliber bullet shattered a poor soul's shoulder, flipping him to the ground with a scream of utter terror.

The cries of the wounded informed those nearby that the west was impassable, so they began to instinctively sprint towards the north, where no bullets came from...

'Saint' was pleased with the commotion created by 'Water Ghost', gave a thumbs up, and said, "Nice work, leave the rest to me. Go and stop them from thinking they can counterattack with the pickup truck."

The usually focused 'Water Ghost' decisively turned his gun...

"Bang"

A drug dealer standing in the pickup truck and turning the muzzle to fire at 'Bullhorn' and his team, was shot in the abdomen.

A 12.7 mm bullet ripped through the abdomen of the drug dealer and then hit the cabin of the pickup, creating a massive bloody hole in the upper body of the unfortunate deputy driver.

The driver in the cab was stunned for a moment before emitting a scream more vulnerable than that of a newborn baby, instinctively pressed the accelerator, and caused a vehicular accident in the midst of the frantic rush, sending a machine gunner trying to counterattack flying and crashing headfirst into his cab.

'Iceman' and 'Harelip' on the east faced no pressure, giving them enough time to take aim at those who jumped on the pickup attempting to man the machine gun.

By the time the sixth machine gunner had fallen, the drug dealers could no longer withstand the pressure and began racing towards the north.

'Iceman', his grey eyes fixed on the scope, lined up the crosshairs on a drug dealer who lay in the back of the pickup, wildly shooting an AK.

"Bang,"

The .338 Super Magnum bullet pierced through the rear cover of the pickup truck, entering the drug dealer's shoulder and then, tumbling through his back, ripped open a wound as if it had been churned by a grinder.

'Iceman' watched the pickup convoy move out of his shooting angle. He cocked his head and kissed the rifle butt softly, whispering, "With you here, I can make even God bleed!"

The devout Catholic sharpshooter 'Harelip' glanced at 'Iceman' and muttered a few words in Portuguese...

'Iceman' was thought to not understand, but he replied in fluent Portuguese, "I once believed in Him too, but then I realized that even He needs a reminder to bring justice forth.

Some wield the authority of God without exercising their responsibilities, and I shall be the one to remind them."

As he spoke, 'Iceman' looked at the suddenly startled 'Harelip' with a smile, "Looks like you remembered who I am. I'm the one you're thinking of.

The 'Judge Killer' who's been written into the sniper manuals and wanted by the Nordic countries for 6 years.

Remember to keep it a secret for me, I like this job and the atmosphere here.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Our boss is a good man with a gun, and I appreciate his fresh interpretation of violence and justice."

'Harelip' said, a bit uncomfortable, "Are you out of your mind? If you kill judges, how can they convict the bad guys?"

'Iceman's' grey eyes showed a hint of amusement. "I send the damned bastards to hell first, and then send the erring judges there to correct their mistakes.

I'm giving them a chance, a chance to atone for their sins, it's just that everyone has misunderstood my intentions..."

'Harelip' paused for a moment, then shook his head and gave a thumbs up, "You're insane, but you're the best shooter with the craziest mind that I've seen..."

While 'Harelip' was speaking, Joe Ga's voice came over their channel...

"Can you guys not expose your backgrounds while we're live on the air?

'Iceman,' you just now were freakishly good, but right now, I need you to be even more freakish.

The helicopter is in position. Get closer and prepare to put down those who might not be dead.

You know what's the most frightening way to do it, right?"

As soon as Joe Ga finished speaking, a series of rockets rained down on the pickup truck convoy like a downpour, turning a nearly one-kilometer stretch of dirt road into a sea of fire.

This sort of divine punishment-like saturation strike was indeed terrifying. 'Iceman' subconsciously looked towards the explosions, then stood up hugging his rifle and said, "Sorry boss, I was the one who asked 'Albatross' to forge my resume. But it sounds like you don't mind very much, right?"

Joe Ga replied irritably, "Yes, I fucking don't mind because you're just a one-year contract worker. It's clearly stated in there, I can fire your ass anytime."

Then, Joe Ga paused and added, "You serial killers, do you all have an addiction or what? If you ever get the itch again, remember to notify me in advance, and I will arrange targets for you.

There are plenty of bad guys in this world. We have a license now, and can do something more meaningful..."

A smile flickered in 'Iceman's' grey eyes, and as he ran wildly toward the highway, he said, "I'm not a serial killer, I have my reasons, and I think it's good as it is now."

As he spoke, 'Iceman' glanced back to see that his team leader 'Bullhorn,' carrying a grenade launcher on his back and an automatic rifle in his hands, seemed a little haggard as he waved for everyone to follow him. 'Iceman' smiled and said, "I like this team now...

The foolish but self-sacrificing team leader 'Bullhorn'

The self-righteous and always deflated deputy leader 'Water Ghost'

The 'Saint' who holds a Bible but still recites it wrong

The ugly-looking but kind-hearted 'Harelip'

The Armenian MSL 'Loom' who won't admit he's gay

The 'Ironman' who always carries his son's toy around

Boss, we all lack a little something in our souls, but here, we have found a sense of home.

We're willing to go through fire and water for you, don't let us down!"

Joe Ga was taken aback and said, "You've been pondering over your teammates all these days? Don't tell me you understand psychology too..."

'Iceman' spoke in a slightly strange tone, "I went to college with Eric. We took Psychology together."

Atop Sangha Mountain, Joe Ga lamented that those who studied Psychology are often nuts...

After cutting the communication, Joe Ga pulled out his gun and blew the head off a black man who appeared to be trying to bite him to death.

Then, turning to another, he said with a smile, "I know death continues on your turf, and that there are your kin and relatives among them.

I want you to watch them die off, then I'll send you to join them!"

With that, Joe Ga put away his pistol and, spreading his hands towards the surrounding silent black men, said, "Let's finish watching the rest, and then we'll discuss who the real boss of Sangha Town is..."