King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Chapter 179 Perhaps There Really Are Demons in the Jungle



Joe Ga ended the closed-door meeting in frustration and only realized when he stepped outside to breathe the not-so-fresh air that he actually just needed someone to share with.

What exactly to share wasn't important, he subconsciously treated them as his family, instinctively sought their advice, and instinctively wanted to pass on the good news to them.

Actually, before the "dream" materialized, this matter was essentially just a 5 million-dollar business, which for someone indifferent to Amercian military contracting qualifications, would find registering a company in America rather troublesome.

This is where Jemma's parents were impressive; they knew how to motivate a person's passion.

Giving money was merely a necessary condition of the deal, offering other conveniences could make Joe Ga earnestly protect Jemma's safety.

Patted his forehead and sighed at his own 'greed' Joe Ga looked at distant laborers lining up for food, hesitated for a moment and didn't approach them, instead he walked in another direction, wanting to check out the riverfront and casually chat with the Poisonous Trio stationed there…

What Joe Ga hadn't expected was that he tried to avoid those laborers, but one guy took the initiative to approach him.

The Black brother Salah had been watching Joe Ga's movements, and when he walked towards the camp exit, Salah shoveled cassava into his mouth with his hands, then vigorously wiped his hands on his body and hurriedly caught up with Joe Ga.

"Boss, boss, can I say a couple of words?"

Karman's dull eyes and pointed gun muzzle made Salah dare not get closer than about 5 meters, standing with his hands clasped in a pleading tone as he spoke to Joe Ga.

While walking, Joe Ga turned and looked at Salah, gestured to Karman not to trouble him, then continued forward while shaking his head, "Unless you want to mine for me, I'm not your boss.

Whatever it is, speak quickly; we're approaching the military area, and people there are not as easy to talk to as I am."

Startled, Salah glanced at the dense jungle ahead, then seemed to make a decision, plucking up courage to walk alongside Joe Ga and said, "Boss, I'm a professional who buys mining machines, I know a lot of miners in Eastern Province and North-Kivu Province.

This time I was badly scammed, all my fortune pressed into those mining machines…"

Joe Ga turned, his expression somewhat amused as he looked at Salah, shaking his head and said with a chuckle, "Don't tell me you want money for those machines? Do I look that easy to talk to?"

"No, no, no, no…"

Salah repeatedly waved his hands, saying, "No, how could I make such a demand, my life was saved by you, how could I possibly…"

As Salah saw Joe Ga's expression slightly soften, he bent and rubbed his hands together cautiously saying, "Boss, you'll let us go, right?"

Joe Ga waved his hand and said, "You can go once you've eaten, just avoid that guy called Boykin."

With a definite answer, Salah clenched his fists to pump himself up, gathered courage and said, "Then boss do you still need more mining machines?

I can find you lots of cheap second-hand mining machines, many of which are left by the Chinese.

They have many gold mines in North-Kivu Province, but their mine scale and quality aren't as good as yours, they always sell off those machines at low prices after mining.

Do you need those? I can get them…"

Stopped in his tracks, Joe Ga looked at this Black brother trying to turn his desperate situation around with surprise and asked curiously, "You want to do business with me?"

Salah instinctively stepped back, then gathered courage and said, "Father Gamorre said you wanted to continue hiring miners and would pay salaries.

Boss, your gold mine is large, needing more workers and more machines.

I can help with all these aspects!

All my wealth is gone, but my experience remains, just give me a chance and I can provide what you need."

As Salah looked at Joe Ga's strange gaze, he swallowed hard, then desperately energized himself, forcing himself to look straight into Joe Ga's eyes...

"Just, just if you could provide me with a bit of capital, I could bring the machines you need, really, I swear, I really can!"

Joe Ga looked at Salah's determined face and suddenly felt an indescribable flavor.

Not all Black people were lazy and gluttonous; some had encountered the outside world, broadened their horizons, and courageously strived to move up in the world.

Selach was elite among the Black brethren in Africa as his sights and abilities were confined just to mining machinery.

Ability was one aspect, but that determination and courage to strive to change one's fate were all too evident.

Several months of slave labor life had not extinguished the hopes in his heart, such people are usually very steadfast and more motivated when working.

Watching Salah straighten up under his intense gaze, Joe Ga was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "How much money did you use to make a year?"

The quick-minded Salah was momentarily stunned, then suddenly realized something, and clenched his fist as he calculated before quoting what he believed was the highest price...

"I, I've been averaging an income of 4000 US dollars per year for the past few years, and last year was the most, at 5000 US dollars..."

Having listened, Joe Ga nodded slightly and said, "Then I'll give you 6000, you help me manage the future gold mine workers, and also be responsible for finding cheap second-hand machinery."

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at Salah, who was so excited he could hardly stand, and gestured with his hand, "You don't have to answer me now. Go back and think it over, then put together for me a mining process you think is practical, including the number of machines, the workers' salaries, food, living conditions, and so on.

Only if I am satisfied, will you officially get this job!"

Salah, after listening, spun around in excitement and nodded vigorously, "I understand, I understand, I understand it all. I've worked in the Chinese gold mines before, I'm familiar with the mining process.

Boss, I understand, I truly understand it all, just give me a chance…"

Joe Ga gestured with his hand, indicating, "I've already given you a chance. You have a few days to organize your experience.

But during this period, you need to look after those laborers. They are your comrades in adversity. I am willing to provide work, but I refuse to offer it to a bunch of walking corpses.

Do you get my meaning?"

Salah nodded forcefully, "I understand, boss, I understand. I will get them motivated.

If anyone is unwilling to work seriously, I'll drive them away."

Although Salah had no formal education in modern management, he had figured out what a manager should do.

Bosses are always approachable and kind, but the offending is often left to the management.

Watching Salah, who couldn't wait and had turned to run towards the camp, Joe Ga said to Karman with a smile, "Do you believe that this guy's words are more useful than those of Father Gamo?"

Karman nodded matter-of-factly, "Of course, God doesn't love this land at all. Food is more important than faith."

As he spoke, Karman's nose twitched slightly, and he moved aside the grass on the left and walked a long distance into it before stopping.

Curious, Joe Ga followed him, and then saw a horrifying scene.

In a large pit were piled hundreds of bodies, only thinly covered with soil, clearly more people would be laid in it later; the thin layer of soil was just there to mildly reduce the stench of decay.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Hordes of insects crawled in the pit, and countless mosquitoes and flies buzzed overhead.

Their intervention alerted 'Scorpion' stationed nearby as a sentinel, who quickly approached from near the riverbank.

Looking at the horrific mass grave, 'Scorpion,' with an indifferent expression, said, "Found it this morning, haven't had the time to deal with it yet. I was thinking after completing the ambush, then find some fuel to burn these bodies."

Other than feeling a bit nauseous, Joe Ga didn't have any special emotions.

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However, noticing that Karman's expression seemed a bit off, Joe Ga hesitated and then said, "Maybe we should find some people to come over and bury them with soil first."

Karman shook his head as he pointed to several bodies with twisted and frightful expressions at the edge of the pit, saying, "They were thrown down when they were still alive, and then when they tried to climb up, their hands and feet were shot."

Before they died, they could only watch helplessly as bugs devoured their bodies."

As he spoke, Karman took a look around, went to a large tree, squatted and turned over some vegetation, finally confirming something before standing up saying, "When Boykin's people bring new slaves, they always bring them here for a tour.

Forget about intercepting them when they disembark. Let's wait here; just one living guide is enough."

Joe Ga understood Karman's point, nodded heavily and said, "Then let the other bastards lie down there with them; I hate inhumane people."

As he spoke, Joe Ga glanced at 'Scorpion,' who nodded in agreement, and said, "Those people have already dug their graves, sparing us a lot of trouble.

Have you ever experienced such scenes before?"

'Scorpion' nodded slightly and said, "Our enemies are terrorists; to instill fear in people and make them lose trust in the government, they stop at nothing, and we can only repay them in kind.

But Africa is really different, here people create slaughter seemingly without even needing a basic cause, as if amusement and intimidation are reasons enough…"

As he spoke, 'Scorpion' looked up at the dense canopy and shook his head, "Perhaps there really are demons in this jungle!"


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