King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 406 - 392: New Contract!

Joe Ga stepped out of the study and saw Eric, who was enjoying the view on the backyard terrace.

This guy had been dealing with that big shot’s ’email’ issue these past few days, and his sudden appearance here probably meant things had come to a conclusion.

Joe Ga was in a good mood, smiling as he gestured to Nis to have the girls, whose heads were a bit overheated from the secret service action, tone it down a bit. He then poured two glasses of whiskey and brought them out to the terrace.

Handing a glass to Eric, Joe Ga gestured for him to sit in the chair beside him and then asked with a smile, "What’s up? Got some good news?"

Eric raised his glass in a toast, then replied with a smile, "The issue’s resolved, and an agreement was reached. Now we just wait for the election to begin next year."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga shook his head and said, "We can’t get involved in the affairs of the big shots. Now that it’s over, I want to know what benefits you managed to get."

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at the smile in Eric’s eyes, then shook his head with a laugh and said, "It looks like you got what you wanted..."

Eric nodded happily and said, "I’ve been transferred from the position of security consultant to the CIA as the intelligence officer for the Africa region.

My primary focus will be on Liberia, gathering intelligence on terrorists while also keeping an eye on NATO allies’ activities there."

Joe Ga gave a thumbs-up to congratulate him upon hearing this.

Eric had major political ambitions. The position of a regional head of the CIA might sound impressive, but like the Director of the CIA, it was appointed by the President. The key role was to flatter the President. Most ’heads’ of CIA regions were essentially just gold-plating their resumes.

These people needed to be familiar with the intelligence operation system to lay the groundwork for their future aspirations to storm the Pentagon or the White House, becoming politicians with real power but no accountability.

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If they were fortunate enough to gain the favor of the President or some major figure, they could secure a position of actual power, such as a director or minister...

Eric had a clear plan for his career progression. He had told Joe Ga before that he aimed to secure a position within the CIA as a stepping-stone, preferably in Africa.

Because the conflict there wasn’t intense, but due to Liberia’s geopolitical significance, it was important. After mixing in for a few years and getting familiar with the entire operational system, he could return to Washington as an important staff member for that big shot.

If that big shot won the upcoming election, someone who had dealt with his dark past and had connections within the CIA would undoubtedly be heavily relied upon.

Looking at Eric’s contented smile, Joe Ga said with a laugh, "That’s really good news indeed. My company is in Africa, so if there’s anything you need help with, just let me know."

As he spoke, Joe Ga suddenly laughed and shook his head, "Now that you’re a big shot, it should be me asking for your help."

Eric laughed in response, shaking his head, "In today’s globalized world, America’s main interest in Africa is counter-terrorism."

Eric, looking at Joe Ga with that inscrutable gaze, continued helplessly, "I’m serious. At least, the CIA’s primary job there is collecting intel on terrorists, and of course, keeping tabs on the allies and other major powers’ developments in the region."

Joe Ga believed what Eric had said, as Africa had a ’big daddy’ in France.

If there’s not enough benefit in it, messing around in Africa would only offend the allies first.

The Americans now have to tread carefully to compete for geopolitical interests in Africa, they have to approach at a high level.

For instance, when a recent American president takes office, the first thing he does is call the presidents of several key African countries, using military aid and support as bargaining chips to have them align on certain issues.

This kind of politics is always in play before important meetings, but sadly, due to too few promises fulfilled, its effectiveness has gradually waned.

America’s economic interests in Africa aren’t significant, so meddling there seems primarily to just stir up trouble, while keeping an eye on the potential of emerging countries such as Ethiopia and Nigeria.

The competition between major powers is just like this: if you poke my sore spot, I’ll jab yours. If there’s a benefit, take it, otherwise, causing some distress to the competitors or even the dominant allies counts as a win.

Seeing Eric’s seemingly sincere expression, Joe Ga laughed and shook his head, "You always bring up counter-terrorism with me, what are you really trying to say?

Let me be frank, my influence is limited, only hovering around Central Africa.

There are many terrorist organizations in Africa, but the biggest, like Boko Haram, don’t have an impact on you.

The jihadist groups in North Africa are troublesome. Expecting me to go to places like Liberia for counter-terrorism is impossible, because the price I would ask is definitely more than you’re willing to pay."

Eric was stunned for a moment, then suddenly began laughing, "Are you overestimating me?

My main job is to sit in an office in Morocco, occasionally going to Liberia to meet with NATO colleagues and exchange information.

The primary work is actually done by the heads of various local intelligence stations.

You may not believe this, but I hope that during my tenure, Africa remains peaceful!"

Curious, Joe Ga asked, "Then what are you doing coming all the way here to see me? Surely it’s not just to deliver the good news?"

Eric nodded then shook his head, "I’ll start working next month, and as the regional head, I need reliable people to ensure my safety.

I rejected the defense company recommended by headquarters. I want to choose P·B to provide me with security services.

My personal security budget isn’t high, just $500,000 a year, but if you’re willing to help me, I can secure the security contract for the Liberia intelligence station.

There are always four Delta Force operators stationed there as action personnel, and your men only need to take care of the security of the buildings and personnel.

It will require approximately ten people, $4.5 million a year!

The only requirement is that the head of security for the intelligence station must be American!"

Joe Ga was stunned by Eric’s ’wild words,’ never imagining that the CIA’s overseas intelligence stations outsourced their security services.

Doesn’t the CIA have its own people?

A total contract worth $5 million, the payment was sincere, even very high.

It was obvious that Eric was throwing a sweet date my way, wanting P·B to take his affairs a bit more seriously.

For Joe Ga, Eric was invaluable, compared to his connections in the Justice Department, Eric operated in much wilder ways, and he had much more nerve.

Now that he’s shown sincerity, Joe Ga was determined to take on the contract.

The manpower was ready: Spurs, Orange Cat, Blow Dart, coupled with a trained team of P·B’s Xiao Heis, occasionally rotated by Sanderson and Waters.

Liberia’s major cities had basically ceased war, and even if there were conflicts, it was local people’s internal struggles over interests. With these men, keeping an intelligence station safe was more than enough.

Eric’s own security was an even simpler matter. $500,000 was quite insignificant for Joe Ga at this point, but for the ’Iron Wall Mercenary Group’ led by the Frenchman Cyclops, it was still worth their effort.

Once the contract with the Princess of Monoco, Charlene, ended, ’One-Eye’ and his team could be sent over to Eric.

After agreeing to Eric’s request, Joe Ga said with a smile, "I’ll have our company’s lawyer contact you to sign the contract. Once the advance payment is made, I’ll have my people meet up with you.

To tell you the truth, I’ve heard that the United State Army is very reliant on mercenaries, but I really didn’t expect it to be to this extent."

Eric laughed and said, "Mercenaries solve some of Congress’s problems while also resolving some of America’s internal employment issues, indirectly stimulating the military industry.

If you are interested, you could pay attention. The market for security services is huge, especially in the Middle East and Africa."

As he spoke, Eric paused, then said with a chuckle, "Oh, it seems that’s not the path you’re on.

I’ve looked at the data on P·B’s operations in Africa, some of your actions I don’t quite understand, but I have to admit, even if it seems unprofitable, you’ve indeed earned ample respect and trust."

Joe Ga rolled his eyes in annoyance and said, "You don’t understand, that’s where the big money is made."

Eric wasn’t truly clueless, he just couldn’t grasp why Joe Ga, the owner of a small company, felt he could achieve what those big players hadn’t.

And as it stood, even though P·B’s anti-drug trade was still seen as a losing deal by Americans, it did stabilize the situation in Central Africa.

Seeing Joe Ga get annoyed at the mention of ’losing money,’ Eric said with a smile, "You need to be prepared, I’ve just received some information that France is somewhat dissatisfied with the Central African Government’s recent stance.

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They need a completely controllable government!

Russia’s military aid to Central Africa, subcontracted to the Wagner Group, was already a cause for great dissatisfaction for France. Your recent project near Sangha Town has diverted much of their influence.

France might not attack you directly, but if there’s a change there, they will find an opportunity to intervene and weaken your influence."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga said incredulously, "France’s forces just got attacked in Africa, and they’ve lost significant uranium materials that haven’t been recovered, how could they have the time to bother me? I helped them at the time."

Eric was ready to gloat, but upon hearing this news, he said incredulously, "I combed through the past six months of intelligence on Africa yesterday, why didn’t I see anything about that?"

Joe Ga, curious, said, "Such a big deal and you didn’t know? Was it missed by whoever gives you reports, or did they do it on purpose?

That can’t be, because the French had quite an unpleasant time with your people then."

Eric may not have qualified intelligence capabilities, but his political instincts were sharp.

This kind of issue during the handover before taking office could very well mean he was set up to take the blame.

Thinking of this, Eric broke out in sweat, put down his glass anxiously, stood up and paced around before looking at Joe Ga and saying, "Hu Lang, I think I’ve been set up."