King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1045 - 929 Battle of the Jungle

Dorian settled the captive Benjamin in a storage room aboard the rapid response ship.

When he returned to the deck, he saw his boss leaning against the railing of the front deck, lost in thought, radiating an oppressive aura...

Dorian didn’t dare to approach directly and instead walked over to Ayu’s side, whispering, "How long has the boss been like this?"

Ayu replied with some concern, "Since he got on the ship. You need to hurry up and contact the technical center—when are Tony and Curry arriving?

The boss has run into trouble this time; he needs some technical support..."

Dorian glanced at his watch and said, "Tony and Curry are on their way via the Little Gazelle helicopter, they’ll meet us ahead.

Do you think we should try to convince the boss? He’s worried about his younger brother...

Honestly, letting Little Joe come aboard isn’t much of a problem; we just need to be a bit cautious."

Ayu stared at Dorian with his peculiar gaze and said, "You want the boss to bring his brother along and wreak havoc in Kinshasa?"

Dorian was about to respond when a call from ’Comet’ came through the radio...

"This is Ferryman; I’m ’Comet.’ When will ’Blue Whale’ arrive at the predetermined location?

The enemy has drones, we’ve been discovered and are pursuing them. We need aerial support."

As soon as Dorian heard this, he turned and sprinted into the cabin, grabbing a Springblade 600 launcher and rushing to the front deck...

Joe Ga, hearing the commotion behind him, frowned and asked while assisting, "What’s going on?"

Dorian pointed at the radio that Joe had turned off earlier and said with a wry smile, "Boss, it’s Ferryman and Night Tiger...

The enemy has drones. Their preplanned ambush was detected, and they’re currently chasing the enemy."

Joe Ga’s expression changed; he reopened the radio and began powering up the launcher. As he activated the communications system, he said, "This is A1; four Springblades will take flight shortly. Activate the friend-or-foe identification signal..."

While Joe Ga was speaking, Dorian tapped a few commands into a tablet, grabbed the Springblade remote control, and pressed the launch button...

Four Springblades shot out of the launcher, unfolded their wings seven or eight meters in the air, and soared toward Ferryman’s location.

Watching the tablet screen, Joe Ga noted that the Springblade markers were still some distance from Ferryman’s position. He promptly pressed the communicator and shouted, "Fleet, accelerate! Release speedboats and head downstream at full throttle..."

Then, turning to Ayu, Joe Ga commanded, "King Kong, get the missile backpack and my helmet. The enemy’s heading toward the riverbank—we’ll leave them a surprise."

Relieved that the boss wasn’t planning to enter the fray personally, Ayu nodded and nudged Ronnie on the shoulder, saying gravely, "Come with me to grab the gear..."

Ronnie glanced at the rear, where six armored gunboats were already in combat readiness. As he followed Ayu, he commented, "It’s unnecessary; our firepower is sufficient."

Ayu glanced at Ronnie and replied, "You don’t understand. The boss is in a foul mood and needs to distract himself with something."

Ronnie shrugged and stopped talking...

He wasn’t particularly familiar with P.B.’s organizational structure, but over time, he noticed something peculiar about P.B.’s personnel...

Regular military units typically await orders before acting, while P.B.’s members often take the boss’s target directives and independently deconstruct tasks.

For instance, earlier, the boss hadn’t issued a detailed command, yet the armored gunboats were already gearing up...

The medium-sized reconnaissance drones were released, fire-control systems from the Milos Armored Vehicle were activated, and Bofors guns and anti-tank missiles on the gunboats were primed...

Compared to most military units, P.B.’s members exhibited exceptional initiative.

They were always prepared, ready to deliver the fastest response at a moment’s notice from the boss.

This approach was actually a drain on resources and energy, but for P.B., it seemed entirely natural.

Ronnie didn’t understand that, despite the boss’s command to resolve conflicts verbally being somewhat lacking...

This forced those following the boss into a state of heightened vigilance—sometimes the boss’s orders were delayed, and they had to handle issues independently. Over time, it just became second nature.

Helping Ayu carry the bundles of equipment to the deck, Ronnie watched as Joe Ga quickly suited up and donned a futuristic-looking ’Thelos’ goggles. After connecting the goggles to the helmet battery, Joe Ga began activating two missile backpacks.

This time, Joe Ga was using ’Spearhead’ missiles, just as he had previously in Oregon. However, after activating them, he didn’t immediately launch. Instead, he reloaded another four Springblades into the launch box...

Using the ’Thelos’ system as an alternative to the Springblade remote control, Joe Ga launched four Springblade 600 drones into the air and could now ’pilot’ them from a first-person perspective via the goggles and original remote.

Meanwhile, Ferryman and Night Tiger squads were locked in fierce combat with the enemy.

The Congolese jungle is one of the most unforgiving places on Earth...

In this dense environment, where you can barely see the enemy even at ten meters, ’Comet’ and ’Monkey’ had to engage closely to trap Basakya’s team.

Both sides comprised elites, and aside from losing two members during the first assault, the enemy had held firm since their retreat began, engaging in brutal close-quarters combat.

Basakya’s squad demonstrated seasoned expertise, employing continuous retreat tactics. If Ferryman’s team pursued the wrong position, they were cut off by defenders stationed further back.

Rifles were of limited use in the jungle, and the sound of grenades exploding constantly echoed. Soon, casualties mounted on both sides.

One of Ferryman’s team members was taken down by a defensive grenade. His tactical vest was shredded by two shrapnel pieces, and another fragment grazed his leg, leaving him incapacitated on the ground...

Ferryman’s medic rushed over, dragging the injured member to the side of a large tree. After checking his chest, the medic breathed a sigh of relief...

"Captain, ’Coffee’ will survive, but his spare magazine has been destroyed..."

While speaking, the medic cut open the injured man’s pants to inspect...

Finding only a graze, the wound was large but manageable...

After hastily spraying disinfectant, the medic applied hemostatic powder and took out a compact skin stapler, sealing the wound in a few quick motions, like binding a book.

Finally, he stuck a large bandage on the injury, pushed an antibiotic pill into the wounded man’s mouth, and helped him up, saying, "Let’s keep moving; staying here isn’t safe..."

Just as the medic prepared to advance with the injured, movements emerged from their rear flank...

Three enemies had looped around the side and were closing in cautiously.

The medic gestured at ’Coffee’ to stay silent, carefully positioning him behind the tree, and raised his rifle to begin aiming.

But the dense foliage of the jungle caused significant obstruction, leaving the medic struggling to locate a firing angle despite being only 20 meters from the enemy.

The enemy must have spotted them as well; a grenade was swiftly lobbed over, striking some trees before exploding roughly ten meters away...

The medic ducked behind the tree to avoid the grenade’s impact. Just as the explosion subsided and he prepared to counterattack, muffled gunfire sounded nearby...

Night Tiger’s leader, ’Monkey,’ had stealthily approached from behind the enemy and taken down two of them with a silenced pistol.

The third enemy scrambled into a tangle of vines, attempting to escape ’Monkey’s’ attacks, only for a blade to seemingly materialize out of nowhere and rip open his abdomen...

The unlucky man staggered forward a few steps before noticing that his intestines were spilling out to his thighs.

Frenziedly, he tried to stuff the entrails back, but his body gave out, leaving him to collapse in agony on the jungle floor.

Covered in mud and eerie camouflage, ’Silt’ emerged from behind the vines. He nodded faintly at the astonished ’Monkey’ and said, "You’re not bad. If you hadn’t passed near me, I wouldn’t have noticed you..."

’Monkey,’ unsettled by ’Silt’s’ chilling visage, lowered his pistol, forcing a strained smile. "Should I be thanking you then?"

Saying this, ’Monkey’ abruptly looked upward and gestured to ’Silt,’ whispering, "Hide, hide; the enemy’s drones have thermal imaging..."

’Silt’ glanced briefly at the treetops but didn’t see any drones. Still, his instincts warned him of danger, and he slowly retreated into the vines before twisting his body a few times and vanishing swiftly into the thick foliage...

’Monkey’ didn’t approach the medic and injured soldier but moved off in a different direction, attempting to divert enemy attention. However, he was caught off guard when a grenade suddenly dropped from the sky...

"Shit!"

Realizing the danger, ’Monkey’ dove sideways, rolling repeatedly to evade shrapnel as the grenade exploded...

Watching from a distance as the medic helped the injured man to his feet and began moving again, ’Monkey’ activated his communicator and shouted, "The enemy has at least two drones, and they can drop grenades—stay alert to what’s above..."

At the same moment, two loud explosions echoed from the sky. A damaged drone crashed through the canopy, landing near ’Monkey’...

Then, Joe Ga’s voice suddenly came through everyone’s radios...

"They’re done now...

Everyone stay hidden. We’ll initiate a round of bombings, then guide you in surrounding these bastards...

Push them toward the riverbank—I want them captured alive and skinned..."