King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga had spent a long time in North SD, and in his impression, Benghazi should not be much different from Khartoum as they were both MSL countries.

However, when their plane landed at the international airport in Benghazi, Joe Ga noticed from high above that, despite the war turmoil, Benghazi was much better off than the capital of North SD, Khartoum.

Since Benghazi was not a primary bombing target of NATO, the buildings here were mostly well-preserved, and there was no sign of gunfire or smoke to cause any immediate tension.

However, as the plane approached the airport, the wreckage of a civilian aircraft and two clearly crashed and exploded fighter jets began to remind him that this was not a safe place.

For flight safety, 'Cobra' personally piloted the Piper PA-42 to bring Mr. Joe and his guests here.

Seeing Joe Ga staring at the debris along the airport runway from the co-pilot's seat, 'Cobra' said gravely, "The most dangerous time for an airplane is during take-off. We cannot stay here too long. After dropping you off, I will fly to Chad's air force base.

Your air force commander friend seemed very warm. I would refuel there, and whenever you want to return home, just call me. It would take only 90 minutes to fly back to Benghazi from there."

As he spoke, 'Cobra' looked at Joe Ga and added seriously, "Boss, remember one thing, if you run into trouble, the airport is definitely not safe.

At that time, find an empty highway and send me the location; I'll come to pick you up."

Appreciating the old man's concern, Joe Ga nodded and said, "No problem. I'll inspect the oil fields. If the ground surface there is well paved, you can directly pick me up there.

I find this airport a bit eerie. Is it so hard to move these plane wrecks?

Hey? What is that?

Shit, that's a MiG fighter, and these people just let the fighter jet rust here?"

As 'Cobra' gently descended the plane, he glanced in the direction Joe Ga was pointing...

"That's a MiG-23BM/ML. The government forces can't afford guided missiles so they can only use rockets or aerial bombs for low-altitude bombing.

But now, all the warlords in Benghazi have portable anti-air missiles, so these old jet models are in danger, which is why many pilots are reluctant to fly them now."

While speaking, 'Cobra' seemed to recall something, and he shook his head, "Liberia once was the most powerful country in Africa with over 1400 aircraft.

But when the real war began, most of those planes became junk.

The South Union was the same!

Hu Lang, your approach was right. Weapons alone don't determine victory; people do!

But if I have a chance, I would still like to try flying a jet again. Do you think I'll get the chance?"

Joe Ga looked at 'Cobra's' old face and laughed, "Do you guys really have to sweet-talk the boss like this?

Jets? Sure, I can afford to buy them, but can I afford to keep them?"

'Cobra' shook his head noncommittally and said, "Little Glasses Andre called me, he has organized an air force ground support and a pilot training team in Seville and Montenegro.

The aircraft designers from the Belgrade Group also contacted me; they want to custom design a propeller-driven fighter for P·B, so they wanted my opinion.

They told me if I could convince you to sign the procurement order, they could send me a stored old MiG-29 as a trainer."

Joe Ga hissed, "That kid Andre is pretty good at mobilizing; he got news so fast.

But isn't the Belgrade Group too generous? Even an old stock MiG-29 would be worth tens of millions of US Dollars, right?"

As 'Cobra' smoothly landed the plane on the runway and gradually decelerated, he shook his head saying, "It's only valuable if someone wants it, otherwise, it's just scrap metal.

Belgrade Group's aircraft plant is in poor shape; if you really can provide enough orders, they wouldn't mind fixing up and sending even those grounded aircraft like Jaguar."

From afar, Joe Ga saw 'Spur' and 'Orange Cat' protecting Eric by the edge of the distant runway, waving. He rolled down the window, reached his hand out, and shook it, then looked at 'Cobra' and said, "I'm not very knowledgeable about airplanes, so you and 'Archerfish' handle the inspection. If their design and finished products satisfy you both, then I will pay the bill.

I can sell the Big Beak Bird for at least 60 to 80 million US Dollars, which would keep Belgrade Group's aircraft factory busy for two years.

Let's skip the MiG-29, it's too conspicuous. Having a MiG-29 at the P·B base would make a lot of people nervous.

"Don't you just want to try flying a jet plane again?"

"There are a few grounded MiGs in Congo. Once Andre and his guys get here, I'll take over the repair business of the Congo Air Force, and you can take the first flight after they're fixed!"

Cobra was pleased to hear this and said with a smile, "There are two Su-30s in Congo, and one of them is out of service. I know what the problem is but haven't told them."

"Let's do as you said. Once Andre and his team are in place, I'll go 'adventuring' to help them bring back the Su-30 for repairs. Then I'll take you up in the sky for a spin."

Joe Ga chuckled and shook his head, saying, "I told you, you're always teasing those Congo guys, and now it turns out you've got your eyes on their fighter jets."

"Alright then, we'll see how it goes. If it comes to it, we might just rent it out for a while to satisfy your cravings. But are your old arms and legs up for it?"

Cobra slowly landed the plane but didn't turn off the engine.

Watching 'Spur' and his group approaching from a distance, he shook his head and said, "Flying is definitely not a problem, but fighting is another story. I just want to feel that pressure again. I guess 'Archerfish' feels the same way."

Joe Ga stood up, patted Cobra's shoulder earnestly, and nodded, "I promise you'll have the chance!"

"You two old men who start your day with a drink seem tougher than I am. Just hold on a few more years, and I'll make sure of it!"

As he finished speaking, Joe Ga moved from the cockpit to the cabin, forcefully opened the door, and lowered the stairs, calling out to Karman and his crew with a smile, "Grab your stuff, let's go...."

Karman picked up a huge backpack from the ground, slung it over his shoulder, and holding an AKM, he led Ayu off the plane first, establishing a makeshift defensive line on both sides of the stairs.

'Spur,' who had been working in security in Benghazi, watched as a dozen large backpacks were unloaded from the plane and shook his head incredulously. He walked up to Joe Ga, saluted, and said, "Boss, there's no need for such a big fuss. Benghazi isn't safe, but it's not to the point where we need to go to war. Besides, whatever weapons you need, we pretty much have them all here."

Before Joe Ga could respond, Karman, using his dim old eyes, stared at 'Spur' and asked, "Can you guarantee that?"

'Spur' hadn't interacted much with Karman, but he instinctively feared this not-so-imposing old man.

However, pride is almost a common flaw among elites. Faced with Karman's skeptical look, 'Spur' raised his index finger, signaling Karman to wait, then forcefully pulled a mechanism on the backpack....

As 'Spur' acted, the backpack instantly separated, and the outer part of the backpack flipped open to chest height.

Inside the backpack was an MP7 with four spare magazines, two grenades, and a tactical knife.

Simply using Velcro to secure it front and back, a tactical vest was formed.

'Spur' pulled the MP7 from his chest, holding it in his hand, and said to Karman very seriously, "I'm a professional, I can ensure the boss's safety!"

Karman glanced at the small gun on 'Spur's chest and shook his head, saying, "There are at least three groups eyeing us right now, tell me, how do you plan to deal with that?"

'Spur' froze for a moment, turned his head to glance at 'Orange Cat' beside him, then curiously asked Karman, "How do you know that?"

Karman looked up at the dilapidated terminal building, the distant hangar, and the road outside the wire fence and said, "Because those people are watching us with binoculars. Are they here to welcome us?"

'Spur' waved his hand and said, "Let's get in the car first, then I'll tell you what's going on."

As he finished speaking, the people who came to pick them up stepped forward to help, loading the several heavy bags onto an Iveco LMV off-road vehicle.
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Joe Ga tapped Karman's arm to signal him not to be too tense....

'Spur' is reliable. They've been here in Benghazi for a few months, so they're definitely more familiar with the area. As for those observing us, they surely have an explanation.

This time 'Spur' brought a total of 6 LMV armored vehicles. Joe Ga and the silent Eric got into one of the middle vehicles, driven by 'Spur', with Karman in the passenger seat.

The LMV provided by Eric, although it had a 3.5-meter wheelbase, offered a rather ordinary driving experience, especially since it had even less internal space. Four people per vehicle was the optimal arrangement; any more would be too cramped.

Ayu tried it out and then gave up on the idea of squeezing into a car with the boss. She chose to join Dorian, 'Orange Cat', and the Medic Bird in the car in front of the boss's.

Nis and her two-person sniper team chose the last vehicle and also refused a driver, with Nis driving herself to cover the rear.

After the convoy smoothly left the airport, 'Spur', as they passed the surveillance vehicle on the road, rolled down the window and greeted the other party. Then, turning his head to glance at the furrow-browed Karman, he said, "They are a CIA affiliate group called 'People's Democratic Alliance'...."

"Of course, in my opinion, they're just a gang, and a gang made up of assholes at that."