King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 619 - 593: Attack Preparation

Joe Ga had Dorian drive ’Duke’ back to his original position, instructing him to rejoin his own teammates, and then Team A’s six guys drove around to the rear of the warehouse area and stopped.

Joe Ga did not rush into the warehouse area. Instead, he patted Kitten on the shoulder and said, "You go in first to find a position and establish a sniper point. We’ll need some guidance when we enter."

Looking at the SVD in Kitten’s hands, he said with a smile, "Remember to use lead-core bullets; those have relatively poor penetration, which is safer in this situation."

After finishing, Joe Ga stuffed a pack with a gas mask and chemical suit into ’Kitten’s’ arms and said with a laugh, "You probably won’t need it, but take it just in case."

Kitten, ready for the mission, didn’t waste words. She patted Joe Ga’s thigh, quickly opened the car door, and darted into a narrow alley by the roadside.

After sprinting for several dozen meters along the perimeter chain-link fence of the warehouse, she entered a building on the side to search for a high vantage point.

Watching Kitten’s silhouette disappear into the alley, Joe Ga began removing unnecessary items from his body…

Rifle magazines, grenades, belt kit; he hung four flashbang grenades on his chest and switched to a specially made belt with four magazines each for the ’Super Jagare’ and the M9.

After he had re-equipped himself, Joe Ga hopped out of the car, bouncing a couple of times, then took a simple gas mask and hung it on his waist. That was all he needed.

Abandoning the automatic rifle and various other gear, with his helmet feeling breezy, Joe Ga felt much lighter.

His right hand quickly drew his pistol, aimed it, then reholstered it at his chest; after repeating this twice, he put the gun back.

After verifying twice that both pistols were functioning correctly, Joe Ga, looking at Dorian fiddling with his MP7, said with a smile, "Hurry up, don’t keep the Goat Squad waiting.

Let’s take out these terrorists and then find a place for breakfast."

Dorian promptly kitted out with four MP7 magazines and stepped out of the car, adjusting the folding stock while laughing and saying, "It’s been a while since I used this gun. Actually, the MP7 with subsonic ammunition has better silencing than a pistol."

Karman, armed with an MP5, got out of the car and looked at Dorian, who was indecently caressing the MP7’s bulky suppressor, shaking his head and saying, "I don’t like these little guys. I’ll be covering this time…"

Pincers, happily wielding two MP7s, said cheerfully, "I must look like a bank robber right now, the kind you hear about in movies. I even considered doing that when I couldn’t find a job.

I even had a plan and bought two unregistered Uzi submachine guns."

Joe Ga, looking at Pincers carrying a tool pack and brandishing the submachine gun, felt uneasily and said, "Are you seriously up for this?"

Pincers shrugged indifferently and said, "What’s there to be up for with a submachine gun? Within 30 meters, just pull the trigger when you see the enemy. If you don’t hit them, you’ll at least scare them to death.

Boss, not everyone can be a sharpshooter and have nerves of steel like you.

Most of my training has been in demolition and combat tactics. In a situation where comrades aren’t at risk, the proper thing for most soldiers to do when they encounter the enemy is to hold down the trigger.

In such tense situations, anyone who hits the target is considered a good soldier.

You can’t expect all of us to train for clearing rooms like SEAL Team Six…"

Joe Ga, looking at the matter-of-fact Pincers, shook his head and chuckled, "Why do I feel like you’re full of crap? You’re staying back to cover…

Dammit, you’re an expert at bomb disposal. Why do I feel like you’re more dangerous than the bombs?"

In the end, only the medic, Bird, chose a pistol like Joe Ga, but he was using a Sig Sauer P226.

He hung a gas mask on Pincers’ waist and then said to Joe Ga, "Boss, don’t listen to him. I’ve heard about his deeds while I was on a mission in Iraq.

EOD is also an elite force, mostly comprised of army elites selected to learn demolitions and bomb disposal techniques.

This guy has defused many bombs, but he’s killed more people with a gun than all the other EOD personnel combined.

He’s a madman, the only one in EOD who has been on six deployments in a row, and the last two were because he asked to go.

The army probably couldn’t stand him anymore, so they kicked him out."

Hearing this, Joe Ga whistled and said with a smile, looking at the nonchalant Pincers, "Then we definitely need to take you with us to Iraq…"

Pincers nodded and said, "Boss, they really need me there. You’ll understand once you actually see it. Compared to that, Liberia is just kids playing house.

I’ve never been to Mosul, but back then in Baghdad, Najaf, and Basra, explosions happened every day. On my busiest days, I had to defuse six roadside bombs.

Those terrorists used IEDs to destroy the soldiers’ morale, the Iraqi government’s credibility, and the civilians’ will.

Believe it or not, if you go to Mosul now and ask around, most of the civilians will tell you ISIS brought them peace."

Pincers seemed to recall some memories, grinding his teeth with resentment, "Those sons of bitches are all madmen, taking advantage of the Iraqi Government’s inaction and behaving outrageously against the civilians like madmen!"

"I’m not proud of what America did in Iraq, but I still think those guys are madmen."

"That bunch of lunatics turned many people into madmen just like themselves!"

Joe Ga was taken aback for a moment. He actually had little interest in Pincers’ past. This guy had severe PTSD, and only during missions did he behave normally. At other times, he was like that guy in the movies who spends his days getting hammered in bars and getting beaten up eight times a day.

Asking about Pincers’ business would only cause Joe trouble without being any help.

This was the curse of a war with no end in sight, and lacking any sense of honor...

These soldiers, under the command of politicians, charged into local regimes under the banner of ’rescue’, only to find that the people there didn’t seem grateful to them, most of them looking at them with eyes full of hatred instead.

Joe Ga thought about his own plans for Iraq, looked at Pincers, and without wasting words, he hit the communicator and said, "Team A prepare to move out, ’Kitten’ guide the way..."

"Enter from the side door a hundred meters ahead. The guard there is not yet fully awake, take control of him..."

"Roger that!"

Joe Ga forcefully closed the van door, then drew his pistol and held it to his chest as he ran toward the side door of the warehouse area.

After knocking out the guard and binding him with tape over his mouth, Joe Ga and his team moved swiftly along the stacks of railway freight containers toward Area 9, until he saw a man with slightly curly hair in front of him, then they retreated into the gap between the loads and hit the communicator again...

"Team A in position, ’Duke’, how are things on your end?"

"G1 received, we need three more minutes. We’ll attack from the main entrance; you take the back door. Once inside, head to the right, and make sure you stay on the same side as us."

Joe Ga was startled for a moment, then said with a smile, "Team A received. Attack in three minutes."

After speaking, Joe Ga hit the communicator again and said, "Kitten..."

Kitten, who had been observing for a while from the rooftop of a small building, peered through the binoculars at the surroundings of Joe Ga and his team, and said, "Two roving sentries; I can take one down, the other is at your 2 o’clock."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga peeked out and then, finding his view blocked by cargo, turned back to the medic and said, "Circle around and take out the roving sentry; we have two minutes..."

The medic, nodding, pushed the slide of his pistol and ran crouched alongside the cargo...

About a minute later, Joe Ga heard a few metallic clinks from a distance, peered out, and saw the medic gesturing them from the edge of a load. Joe Ga patted Dorian on the shoulder and said, "Kitten, cover us as we move!"

The moment Dorian charged out, a bullet from the side of the warehouse struck a patrolling terrorist. Dorian didn’t forget to put a bullet in the guy’s head as he passed by him.

Dorian, moving like a chain of carriages, met up with the medic. Together, they quickly approached the rear door of the target warehouse.

Just as they were about to call Goat Squad, the back door suddenly swung open.

Two curly-haired, big-bearded men walked out with cigarettes in hand...

Dorian and Joe Ga reluctantly raised their guns to take them down and launch an assault.

But before they could act, Karman, like a cheetah, sprung forward...

The old man’s hunting knife savagely entered the brain from the jaw of one of the beardeds.

Then, the old man let go of the knife handle, his right hand whipping fiercely at the groin of the other bearded.

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As it turned out, the excruciating pain from a vital hit meant the injured person couldn’t even scream.

As the bearded man bent over with a muffled groan, Karman gripped his neck with a very awkward posture and then stood up, leaning back to back dragging him like a sack to the other side of the back door.

Dorian caught the bearded man tumbling toward him, gently laid the body down, and glanced at Karman’s actions...

Seeing the bearded man convulsing in pain like a dead toad and then growing still, Dorian hissed, "Dragon Gecko is too cruel; he burst the guy’s balls... oh shit, he’s torn the guy’s windpipe; are those hands or claws?"

Behind him, Joe Ga heard the medic and Pincers swallow hard, and he said with a laugh: "Don’t be afraid. Dragon Gecko is just warming up, and besides, we’re all in this together..."

As the medic watched Dragon Gecko turn back, covering the bleeding neck of the bearded man and stuffing him into the corner of the outer wall, he said incredulously, "How did Dragon Gecko do that? I’ve watched him; he usually doesn’t even have fingernails..."