From arms dealer to king of war

Kaman glanced at Qiao Jia's noodles, then compared them with his own beef offal soup. He rushed out unhappily, grabbed the old cow's neck, and asked for an extra bowl of noodles for himself.

After doing it again, he smiled and said: "It's okay, those jungle veterans set up a small camp outside.

For the past few months, they had been there with the Serbs to accompany the mercenaries in exercises, and the loser was responsible for washing the winner's clothes. "

As he spoke, Kaman glanced at the jumping mercenaries and said with a smile: "These guys have been washing clothes for two months..."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Jia said with interest: "The mercenaries didn't win a single game?"

Kaman glanced at the evil-looking jungle veterans and said with a smile: "When you want to go to someone else's house to kill someone, you first have to be familiar with it.

Without the help of live ammunition, they would never be able to defeat those guys with just hunting knives and headless bows and arrows. "

Kaman may have understood what Qiao Jia wanted to say. He shook his head and said, "If you want to train, you don't have to hit the wall like those guys. In a few days, I will call the jungle veterans and take you into the jungle together. Some things must be done." You have to see it in person before you can learn it.

In 15 days at most, you will have the capital to survive in the jungle. "

Since undergoing diving training, Qiao Jia has always felt that his condition is getting better and better, breaking through both physical and mental limits, making him feel like he has been reborn.

Not only is he confident now, but he also has a strong desire to improve himself.

There is no better place than this base. Compared to the South African training camp that Dorian once said, although the facilities in this base are not complete, a group of strong men from all over the world have gathered here to join them. Training is not only exciting but also a great way to learn a lot of different styles.

Of course, adapting to the jungle is the first step, and there is no better guide than old Kaman!

After finishing a rather delicious breakfast, Qiao Jia took two pickup trucks out from the ground crew's "Wrench", and then the six people divided into two vehicles and drove onto a dirt road with Lao Niu's two trucks.

Sitting in the passenger seat of the car, looking at the forest on both sides, Qiao Jia said with some satisfaction: "The road construction is not bad, but we need to find someone to put some pebbles on it, otherwise it will be over in the rainy season."

Kaman, who was driving, glanced sideways at Qiao Jia and said, "As long as we show our ability to eliminate drug dealers, we can get the surrounding towns to help us build roads.

It is very poor here, but there is still no shortage of basic building materials.

If you can get cement from Bangassu, maybe we can build a cement road.

When the time comes to connect the road to your mine, the look here will become different. "

After hearing this, Qiao Jia said curiously: "I didn't expect you to be more interested than me. I thought you were desperately trying to push me here because the minerals are valuable."

Kaman looked forward and said in a low tone: "How can selling mines be more profitable than selling guns?

It's just that I think you, boss, are a little different from others. You seem to prefer meaningful money..."

Qiao Jia nodded matter-of-factly and said: "Of course, selling death is not as fulfilling as it is now.

I'm not sure whether I can succeed, but I feel that this career now is worthy of all my energy. "

As he spoke, Qiao Jia clapped his fingers and said with a smile: "Look, there is a lot of war, death, getting stronger, excitement, and a sense of accomplishment, and I also feel that I am a pretty good person. How good is this? "

After listening, Kaman nodded seriously and said: "I don't quite understand the feeling you are talking about, because I have never lived a sober life, but you are different.

Boss, you have to go on. I think you can do something. I can't say what it is, but I think you can do something that Sentulu has not done. "

Kaman's tone was a little heavy, so Qiao Jia didn't answer his words.

He didn't know how he should answer, because his best fantasies about the future had nothing to do with 'greatness'.

Not promising what you can't do is a habit Qiao Jia has developed since he was a child.

The atmosphere in the car was a little silent for a while. Ten minutes later, Nice, who was sitting in the back seat, hesitated for a long time. She leaned over and patted Qiao Jia on the arm, and then said unnaturally: "No matter what you want to do, , I support you!"

Qiao Jia was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and nodded and said: "Then just wait. Sooner or later I will buy an island like paradise and build a big house there. Then you will also enjoy the treatment of rich people."

Ness's face suddenly turned red, then she retreated into the back seat and held her gun. She didn't know what she was thinking, but the curve of her mouth betrayed her mood at this time.

Qiao Jia didn't feel it at all, but Carman saw Nice's expression in the rearview mirror. The old guy laughed strangely and said, "I saw the beautiful sea in Equatorial Guinea.

Boss, you can give it a try. If you are willing, I can help you grab an island with a few people.

There are many pirates in the Gulf of Guinea. If you kill them, you can have your own territory. "

Old Kaman's murderous words pulled Qiao Jia away from the wonderful enjoyment. He shook his head and said with a smile: "Can we pursue it a little bit?

If you can’t afford it in the Mediterranean, can’t you afford the Caribbean? If that doesn't work, go to Southeast Asia, Thailand and the Philippines are also good.

Man, what I want is a place like heaven. There is no war in heaven! "

After Kaman heard this, he pondered for a few seconds and said: "There will be no more wars after the enemy is dead, and there will be heaven!"

Qiao Jia was amused by Kaman. This old guy seemed practical, but in fact all his thoughts were on Afika.

He just doesn't want to leave Afica. His son has been gone for almost half a year. He doesn't even like to make phone calls because he doesn't like Italy, so he's worried that if he runs away, he won't be used to it if he goes to other places.

Having sold his life to this point, Qiao Jia didn't know what to say.

But after doing this, the atmosphere in the car became much better.

The three of them talked and laughed after more than two hours of driving, and finally saw the fork in the road ahead.

However, when approaching the fork in the road, the leading truck stopped. Four jungle veterans jumped out of the truck and waved to the cars behind them to stop. Then they walked forward vigilantly with AK74U short assault rifles.

Lao Niu and Tony got off the second car fully armed, and while signaling the canteen workers on the car to get off and hide in the jungle on both sides, they followed a few jungle veterans.

Qiao Jia and Kaman looked at each other, quickly opened the door and got out of the car with their guns, caught up with Lao Niu, and asked vigilantly: "What happened?"

Lao Niu looked at the fork in the road in the distance and said, "I don't know. I used to pass by here every week. This is where I agreed to trade vegetables with several nearby villages.

Now there are not only farmers there, but also armed personnel..."

As he spoke, Lao Niu squinted his eyes, then took a deep breath and said, "Someone is injured."

Needless to say, Lao Niu said that Qiao Jia also saw it. There were many vegetables ready for trading piled in the open space at the edge of the fork in the road, as well as a few unidentified prey.

Dozens of peasant-like gangsters were surrounding a group of armed men with guns and howling loudly.

The armed men looked miserable. Only seven or eight of them could stand upright and used their guns to push the crying farmers. The rest were lying on the ground with blood flowing all over the ground.

The appearance of the convoy made the militants very excited. Facing the several jungle veterans who were pressing forward, the militants began to dance and shout something. Unfortunately, Qiao Jia could not understand the local language and did not know what happened. …

When Nice and Antar behind him sent a message indicating that a sniper point had been established, Qiao Jia glanced at Kaman, who was frowning, then nodded to Dorian and Ayo, and walked quickly with Lao Niu behind him. Towards the chaotic crowd.

Among the jungle veterans who were negotiating with the militants, one of the guys with half of his nose suddenly exploded when Qiao Jia and the others were approaching. He knocked over one of the militants with his fist, and then roared and kicked another guy who wanted to point a gun at him. His guy…

As soon as Qiao Jia started to intensify the situation, he immediately raised his rifle and slowly approached, shouting loudly: "Everyone put down the gun, everyone put down the gun..."

Kaman pushed Ayou and signaled her to pull to the side and use the machine gun to guard. Then he centered himself, allowing Dorian and Qiao Jia to naturally move left and right, placing himself in the most dangerous position.

The four people distanced themselves horizontally, and slowly moved closer with guns raised.

Perhaps hearing the boss's cry, the furious half-nose roared angrily, knocked down a panicked militant again, then took the lead in putting away the short assault rifle, and spoke loudly to the panicked guys in the local language. A few words...

When Qiao Jia and the others were approaching, a man with half a nose came over with an angry look. He first glanced at the expressionless Kaman, then hesitated, lowered his head and walked to Qiao Jia, saying: "Boss, there is someone here. A nearby village was attacked and these men were supposed to stay there to protect the villagers, but they escaped instead."

Qiao Jia glanced at the armed men who were covered in rags. He frowned and said, "Do you know who did it?"

While Qiao Jia was talking, a middle-aged black man wearing a shabby shirt and a neat beard pushed aside the crowd, rushed all the way to a place about ten meters in front of Qiao Jia and the others, and shouted to the old cow: "Shovel, help. In our village, these guys escaped, and those people will kill everyone in the village!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged black man saw the slightly moved Old Niu. He knelt on the ground with his hands clasped together and prayed loudly with tears streaming down his face, "Save our family, save our children, they should not be captured into the jungle." "

Qiao Jia did not expect to encounter such a situation on his first day out. He frowned and looked at Kaman and said in a deep voice: "Is the attacker a drug dealer?"

Kaman was silent for a moment and said: "I don't know if I haven't seen it, but many jungle guerrillas are no different from drug dealers..."

Qiao Jia glanced at the angry jungle veterans and the old cow with an unbearable expression. He walked up to the middle-aged man and said in a deep voice: "How far is your village from here?"

At this time, the middle-aged man realized that Qiao Jia was the leader. He held his hands on his chest with a painful expression and said in a trembling voice: "It's just to the south. It takes two hours to walk."

Qiao Jia nodded, walked behind Ayou, picked up the communicator from the radio, and after dialing, said: "'Wrench,' I need a helicopter, fully armed..."