King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1031 - 919: The Capybara’s Request

Joe Ga rushed to where "Silt" had jumped into the water and took a look. Within seconds, he spotted "Silt" emerging dozens of meters away.

The mud and dirt on the guy’s face had been washed off by the water, revealing skin that surprisingly looked paler than most of the other locals...

In the water, he waved at Boss Joe, then turned around and took a deep dive into the river. By the time he reappeared, he was already near the riverbank densely covered with jungle.

Dorian patted the shoulder of "Grey Wolf," whose expression was slightly tense, and said with a smile, "Relax. I think that guy has a pretty decent temper. He probably won’t mind you looking down on his people."

"Grey Wolf," a battle-hardened veteran, shook his head and said, "Four hundred meters, two breaths. Other than ’Capybara,’ I’ve never seen anyone swim like that in such a fast-flowing river."

"Capybara" carefully cleaned the ground and then tidied up the slightly deflated body of the tiger fish...

After hearing what "Grey Wolf" said, "Capybara" shook his head and replied, "I wouldn’t be able to do it. The Congo River’s visibility is too low—it’s not like the ocean."

As he spoke, "Capybara" glanced at Qiao Liang, who was rinsing his mouth with bottled water nearby, and chuckled honestly. "Sir, want to take a picture with the big fish? I can help you take one..."

Qiao Liang didn’t quite understand why "Capybara" was being so enthusiastic toward him. He instinctively handed his phone to "Capybara," then walked over to the tiger fish, grabbed its tail with both hands, and hoisted the massive fish up. He flashed a bright smile at the camera...

"Capybara" snapped a few pictures. Then, like a tourist spot photographer, he walked over and directed Qiao Liang to hold the tiger fish horizontally and took several more shots before handing the phone back...

Qiao Liang took the phone, glanced at the pictures, then picked the best ones to send to Tong Tong.

Immediately, his phone started beeping incessantly, as if there was something wrong with it...

Within less than 10 seconds, Tong Tong created a group chat, posted a picture of herself playing mahjong with the Dubai Princess, and sent a 30-second voice message screeching, "So handsome!"...

She then bombarded Qiao Liang with memes, demanding he quickly take more solo photos of the tiger fish so she could Photoshop herself into them and flaunt them on her social media.

Qiao Liang was highly satisfied with Tong Tong’s "ultimate supporter" behavior. He turned to "Capybara," asking him to help pose the tiger fish for a photo shoot...

"Capybara" cooperated fully. He pulled out a table from the cabin, spread a basket of vegetables all over it, then placed the tiger fish on top. He even found a wooden stick to prop open the tiger fish’s large mouth...

You wouldn’t believe it, but this made the slightly shriveled tiger fish look exceptionally fresh.

As Qiao Liang snapped away at his phone, "Capybara" rubbed his hands nervously behind him. After hesitating for a while, he finally said, "Sir, my hometown was hit by a typhoon. The living conditions there are terrible...

Can you help me procure some supplies from China and have them sent over?

I spoke to Auntie Zhao in Sangha Town, and she said going through official channels would be much more expensive. But if I ask you or Boss, it could save a lot.

I’ve saved up a bit of money, so could you...?"

Qiao Liang froze for a moment. After taking a few more pictures and sending them to Tong Tong for confirmation, he finally looked at "Capybara" and said, "No problem. Give me a list and an address.

How many people in your hometown are affected? Isn’t the Malaysian Government helping you?"

"Capybara" showed a bitter smile and replied, "We are the Bajau people who live at sea. Only the ones who settle on land have legal status."

Qiao Liang paused, then said, "Got it. You can write up the list now. I’ll find someone to air-drop an initial batch of supplies via plane. If you need more later, you can take your time to think about it."

Hearing this, "Capybara" stared wide-eyed and asked, "Really? Immediately?"

Qiao Liang pointed to the sky and said with a smile, "The aerial drones up there—I helped design them. Since we have mobile signal here...

My brother can ship cannons and armored vehicles anywhere in the world. I’m just sending supplies—why wouldn’t that be possible?"

Seeing "Capybara’s" slightly worried expression, Qiao Liang chuckled and said, "Don’t worry, it’s cheap!

I’ve set up a large grain warehouse in Thailand, so it’s easy to buy and source medicine right away.

If your hometown isn’t too far from Pattaya, I can arrange for planes and ships to deliver them.

The first batch of airdrop supplies will cover the essentials. The second batch can be done via boat...

Think carefully about what’s needed. As long as it’s not something overly difficult to source, I can make a call and have it ready.

You’re one of my brother’s soldiers. I won’t charge you for the goods—you just cover the transport fees..."

Excited, "Capybara" hugged Qiao Liang, then pulled out his phone with trembling hands and made a call...

The nearby people overheard the conversation between "Capybara" and Qiao Liang. "Grey Wolf" led several D-Team members over, gave Qiao Liang a military salute, then grinned and surrounded "Capybara" to offer advice...

"You’ve got the food sorted—how about adding some beef or something? Oh, and clothes, definitely clothes..."

"What are you thinking? Bajau live at sea—they won’t go hungry eating fish. But building houses on the ocean is tough. Tools, you need tools—write that down quick..."

"You’re not thinking it through—tools alone aren’t enough. You need corrugated steel sheets for the houses.

My family’s house is by the Amazon River, and corrugated steel is lightweight, high-quality, and doesn’t corrode in wet areas."

"Don’t stress too much. The boss’s younger brother is very generous. Write it all down. We’ll chip in for the boat costs when the time comes."

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Joe Ga saw the bustling group and walked over to Qiao Liang, who wore a peculiar expression. He patted Qiao Liang on the shoulder and said with a laugh, "I didn’t expect your business to grow this big. Selling grain all the way to Thailand..."

Qiao Liang spread his hands and replied, "China’s farmland is still a bit limited. Grain reserves are sufficient, but the quality and taste lack strong market appeal.

I spoke with someone responsible for grain management—they agreed to sell me some of the older reserves, which I’ll replace with market-purchased grains to fill the gap.

I took over those reserves, but there’s still a significant demand from humanitarian channels.

I had no choice but to start purchasing abroad...

In places like Thailand and Cambodia, as long as you’re willing to spend money, you can also buy some local specialty products. In some regions, they’ll even grow two seasons of crops per year for me specifically, and the price is cheap, the yield high, and the taste quite good.

At first, I wanted people to explore Eastern Europe because wheat is better suited for the Middle East...

But then I thought about buying land for investment in Russia. After running the numbers, the land prices weren’t high, but the initial infrastructure costs were too steep. Honestly, the management over there is a mess...

There’s also instability in Ukraine’s situation. If I invest too much, I’m worried about losing everything. So, in the end, I had no choice but to pick Thailand instead."

Joe Ga listened, then laughed. "No wonder you get so excited when people talk about farming. After wrapping up the Congo business, fly directly to Brazil—I’ll have someone meet you there."

Feeling cheerful, Joe Ga bent down, picked up a fishing rod, and shouted at "Capybara," "’Capybara,’ I want to catch a few more tiger fish, but this time they have to be alive...

Earlier, I said dumping those fools into the Congo River was letting them off easy. Now I want to see how long those bastards can survive in the water with the tiger fish..."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Liang rolled up his sleeves and said, "Tong Tong would be over the moon. I have to bring her a small one to take home—it looks durable enough. Then set it up in her aquarium.

Real men should raise tiger fish—these things are awesome!"

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At that moment, deep in the Congo Jungle...

The Night Tiger and Ferryman squads, totaling 12 members, spread out as they started their search within the jungle.

"Comet" cautiously circled around a large tree, then looked ahead into the dim jungle. Pressing the communicator, he said, "’Monkey,’ are you sure you didn’t see wrong?

We should’ve taken out all our enemies back in Guinea..."

The short-statured, gray-haired "Monkey" stepped over a small pond, wiped a leaf on its edge, and examined a few broken blades of grass. Then, pressing the communicator, he said, "I’m not wrong!

We eliminated those who stayed behind in the jungle, but we missed the mastermind.

I actually encountered that man; back then, I thought he was an International Red Cross doctor escaping the conflict.

Damn it, I only now realize—we were already too late when we arrived!"

As he spoke, "Monkey" suddenly let out a birdcall, then crouched down to carefully observe a nearby patch of shrubs. Only when his teammates confirmed the area ahead was safe did he stand up again. Moving forward, he said, "’Comet,’ how many men did you lose back then?"

"Comet," with his face covered in camouflage paint, showed a pained expression. Shaking his head, he said, "Nine. Out of 12, only three survived—me, Hatchet, and another guy who became disabled...

What about you?"

"Monkey" gritted his teeth and replied, "We lost four at the time, and two more later—we’re down to just me and ’Black Panther.’

’Comet,’ if we catch that bastard, I’ll skin him alive..."

From afar, "Comet" seemed to recall something and suddenly chuckled. "’Monkey,’ talking tough in P.B. means you’ll have to follow through—don’t chicken out when the time comes..."

As "Comet" spoke, he suddenly spotted a dark figure ahead. The sight of someone smeared in mud and wielding a spear startled him. Raising his gun to aim, he shouted loudly, "Everyone stay still—it’s someone from a jungle tribe..."

While alerting his team, "Comet" felt something press against his waist.

He turned to glance behind and saw a muddy figure, practically blending into the earth while seated, holding a makeshift spear with a knife attached. The weapon tip skillfully avoided his body armor, resting right against his waist...

"FUCK..."

"Silt" grinned, flashing a mouthful of white teeth. "Haha, Ferryman! Don’t be scared—it’s one of ours!"