King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 327 - 316 Get out of my place!!!

On the outskirts of Trenton, New Jersey, at a private shooting range...

This privately owned training facility, built on a farm, was established by a few Marine Corps members and also serves as the headquarters for the "Deadly Strike Military Services Company."

The company’s total assets include a piece of ancestral land owned by the shareholders, a gun store license, a private training field, and a private shooting range.

Due to qualification issues, "Deadly Strike" could only undertake minor tasks from first-tier contractors, such as patrolling in Afghanistan or guarding certain important buildings.

Lacking connections and competitiveness, "Deadly Strike" wasn’t doing so well. This forced them to look back in their New Jersey hometown for other business opportunities, such as opening the training field to offer military training to residents around Trenton for a bit of extra money.

Traffic jams caused Joe Ga to arrive here at noon.

Four Chevrolet Saabs arrogantly drove onto the farm’s lawn, toured around this semi-abandoned farm, and finally stopped in front of a house at a military training field.

Joe Ga got out of the car, adjusted his suit, and then walked up to a barbecue grill, smiling at a bearded man grilling and said, "Buddy, give me a piece. I’m starving!"

The imposing aura of Joe Ga made the man in charge of the barbecue subconsciously obey his command and cut a large piece of beef, handing it over on a plate.

"Hey, who are you guys? What do you want?"

At that moment, a man in his thirties with a pot lid haircut jumped down from a pickup truck that halted abruptly at the side of the Saab and tried to confront Joe Ga.

But he was only halfway there when "Spur" stopped him.

Seeing the pot lid head reaching for his gun, "Spur" lifted his coat to reveal a pistol on his hip and pointed at the surrounding guys, saying, "If I were you, I wouldn’t do that."

The pot lid head saw the well-dressed bodyguards and abandoned the idea of drawing his gun, glaring at Joe Ga from afar and said gravely, "This is private property. It’s illegal to trespass here without an invitation."

Joe Ga pinched a piece of beef with two fingers, took a bite, and found it surprisingly tasty. He gave a thumbs up to the still dazed bearded chef, then looked at the pot lid head and said with a smile, "I want to meet your boss, or should I say, the man who calls the shots here?"

As Joe Ga quickly finished the beef, he let out a comfortable sigh, naturally picked up a bottle of beer, took a sip, then took out a hundred-dollar bill and pressed it under the bottle on the table...

"Thanks, your grilled beef saved my life. I think your skills could make a splash in Manhattan."

The commotion here disturbed someone practicing shooting at the range. A square-faced man with a pot lid haircut in military attire loudly signaled everyone to unload their magazines, eject the bullets from their chambers, and unlock their guns.

Not until he confirmed that everyone complied did the square-faced pot lid head stride over.

Looking at the grandiose Joe Ga, the square-faced pot lid head frowned and said, "Who are you?

If you want to join the training, get out, make a reservation by phone, and then come back. We don’t welcome people like you here!!"

Joe Ga didn’t get upset by the rudeness. He raised his hand to stop Ayu, who wanted to step forward, half-sat on the dining table, took a sip of beer, and then looked at the square-faced pot lid head with a smile and said, "Are you ’Deadly Strike’s boss, James Leitner?"

Hearing Joe Ga mention his name, the square-faced pot lid head replied warily, "Who are you? What do you want?"

Joe Ga looked back at the still dazed bearded chef, waved his hand to bring him back to his senses, and then pointed to some fresh beef, saying, "Buddy, grill some more. My guys are still hungry."

The bearded man looked tough, but he seemed not very courageous. Faced with Joe Ga’s request, the bearded man looked hesitantly at the stern-faced James Leitner, struggling with what to do.

Seeing the situation, Joe Ga glanced at two pot lid heads with handguns running from a distant house and said with a smile, "Okay, all four partners of ’Deadly Strike’ are here."

James Leitner looked at the bodyguards around Joe Ga. Though they appeared relaxed, they occupied several strategic points.

Feeling extremely uneasy, James Leitner glared at Joe Ga with a somber tone and said, "What exactly do you want?"

Joe Ga watched two pot lid heads with guns rush over to stand behind James, glanced at their gun muzzles pointed to the ground, and the safeties off, he nodded slightly and said with a smile, "Don’t worry, I’m not here for revenge.

I just really like this place, so I want to buy it, everything…"

"What?"

James thought he heard wrong, stepped forward with a frown, and said, "What did you say?"

Joe Ga spread his hands with a smile and said, "I said I want to buy this place, um, the farm, gun store, gun license, training field, and the ’Deadly Strike Military Contracting Company.’"

As Joe Ga looked at the incredulous expression on James’s face, he smiled and said, "Hey, it’s a business negotiation, now you can name your price."

James glanced at the uninvited guest in front of him, exchanged looks with his associates, and shook his head, saying, "NO, the farm is not for sale, and neither is the company. I think you should leave now; we have already called the police."

Joe Ga put down the beer in his hand, glanced over the dining table, picked up an apple, took a bite, and while eating said, "Guys, for Americans, everything has a price.

Why not try naming a price? It might just change your life."

James thought Joe Ga was talking nonsense and said somewhat impatiently, "Five million, if you…"

"Deal!!"

Joe Ga’s face broke into a smile as he glanced at the lawyer Wagner and said, "Transfer the money to Mr. Leitner and go finalize all the procedures this afternoon."

Wagner, holding a takeover agreement in his hands, approached a bewildered James and flipped the contract to the page with the price, filled in the number 5 million, smiled, and then turned it to the last page. Handing James a pen, Wagner smilingly said, "5 million! You don’t get opportunities like this very often.

You can sign first, then give me your account number, and I’ll guide you on some tax evasion methods."

Joe Ga didn’t care how Wagner handled the acquisition. He turned to the chef with a big beard and said, "Are you the chef here? If you don’t cook me some tender beef, you’re getting fired."

As he spoke, Joe Ga caught sight of James finally picking up the pen. His face lit up with a radiant smile, and he said to the big-bearded man, "This place is my turf now..."

Under Wagner’s guidance, James Leitner earnestly reviewed the three-page takeover agreement before finally signing his name under the urging of his companions.

Afterward, James approached Joe Ga with a complex expression and hesitated, "Sir..."

Joe Ga had no interest in these Marine Corps members, nor was this James as tough as he appeared to be.

If he really wanted to evict someone, he should have offered 600 million, not a 20% increase over the appraised value, quoting 5 million.

The information provided by Chris showed that ’Fateful Strike’ as a Level 4 contractor was consistently losing money.

The reason ’Fateful Strike’ was losing money was that they couldn’t get profitable jobs. The money they made from overseas operations wasn’t enough to sustain such a big operation.

Worse yet, this James was a gambler, and his comrades knew this but chose not to kick him out...

This was a petty character, weak on the inside but feigning toughness, and Joe Ga didn’t want to waste time with him.

Seeing that this guy had secured a deal yet still wanted to talk, Joe Ga pointed to the location of the farm’s main gate and said, "This is private property now!

Get out of my place!!!"

As he watched the four Marine members leave with Wagner, Joe Ga turned to a group of clients who had come for shooting practice. He said to Dorian, "Go to the warehouse and get some ammunition, let these guests have their fun, and then send them on their way.

’Pliers’, prepare a few big locks, and lock up both the warehouse and the gun store."

"This place isn’t bad, but it’s still not quite what I had in mind; we need to get someone to fix it up.

I need a professional training field, not a playground for city women and children."

’Spur’ and the others don’t know that the boss’s contract with DEA is still just verbal.

Securing ’Fateful Strike’ was Joe Ga’s top priority; spending an extra million to save time was critical.

Moreover, this farm was not just about ’Fateful Strike’; it included the ’Old Gun Brand’ and two ’Old Gun Certificates’, both of which were very valuable.

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’Old Gun Brand’ is actually a dealer’s license for automatic weapons issued by the ATF (Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives) many years ago. It’s no longer issued outside Texas and Ohio State, and existing ones in other states are those from the past that weren’t cancelled, which are highly valuable for those who need it.

’Old Gun Certificate’ is an automatic weapons possession permit, a very precious item in Texas, rarely traded on the market.

It’s like a motorcycle plate in some cities in China; if you want to ride a motorcycle, you have to buy the plate from someone who already owns it.

And now, once Joe Ga gets his green card, all of this can be transferred under his name.

’Spur’ and the others don’t understand the inside story, but they were really impressed by the boss’s bold move.

A typical nouveau riche cares about ’soil’, not the best but the most expensive is considered nouveau riche.

And now, Joe Ga was both nouveau and rich!!

Dorian expressed his concern about the reckless spending, saying, "Boss, we could have negotiated. 5 million is definitely high; that guy ran off without even a thank you, we definitely got ripped off." Find adventures on novelbuddy.com

Joe Ga shook his head and laughed, "What then? The FBI has been looking for ways to trouble me; they are checking the contract I have with DEA. When do I have time to argue with those people?"

"5 million is nothing; we’ll earn it back soon..."

Watching the crowd being impressed, Joe Ga grinned and said, "Don’t look at me like that, I’m not as rich as you think.

But not bargaining when shopping feels really good, you guys need to work harder.

Whether I can achieve financial independence by the age of 35 depends on whether you guys work hard enough!

If you make enough effort, maybe before we return to Africa, we’ll have earned this money back, and it’ll definitely be clean and legal!!

Then I’ll give you bonuses!!"