King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1047 - 931: Electronic Support

The first time Joe Ga went to America to recruit technicians, Tony and Curry turned out to adapt best to Sangha Town.

Tony had always been the tech officer in the Sangha Town command room, while Curry, as his assistant, enjoyed extremely favorable treatment.

Even if Central Africa was a mess, there were still stunning black pearl beauties to be found...

Tony was the kind of tech nerd who would fall for any girl as long as she was attractive and decent-looking.

Curry, being black himself, had no psychological barriers about having a black girlfriend.

The two of them were as picky as choosing concubines in Sangha Town, exchanging girlfriends over a dozen times before finally settling down.

In the past, they used to return to America every couple of months. Now, they didn’t go back as much and would instead have their parents fly over for vacations.

This time, when Joe Ga headed for Kinshasa, he hadn’t planned to bring them along, but the emergence of the Marburg virus made him realize the fight there might escalate...

To ensure technical support, Joe specifically had Tony and Curry take a helicopter to catch up with him.

But what Tony and Curry didn’t expect was to encounter a battle the moment they arrived...

Joe Ga and Ayu climbed aboard the Gazelle helicopter using a rope ladder. Joe Ga placed two ’Spearhead’ missile launchers in the cabin...

Meanwhile, Ayu, as soon as he entered the cabin, laid four launchers tied to his body on the floor, skillfully set up a machine gun mount, positioned a PKM on it, and pulled out a 200-round ammo box from under the cabin seats, attaching it beneath the machine gun.

Joe Ga quickly organized the launchers, securing them to the edges of the cabin doors, and then pulled out an HK417, loading a magazine...

Seeing Tony and Curry looking excited, Joe Ga smiled, tossed each of them a ’Talus’ goggle, and laughed, "I need tech support. Put these on and try them out..."

The ’Thelos system’ was something that P.B.’s tech department had recently been getting familiar with.

Tony and the others had only tested the helmet-version mass-production model back at the base, but now holding Joe Ga’s upgraded version, they excitedly put them on and connected them to their bulky tactical computer without hesitation...

Soon, a surveillance network comprising a UAV blimp, drones, and the operators themselves was instantly formed.

This showcased the value of technical experts. With its UAV-equipped capabilities, P.B. possessed a level of digital reconnaissance ability in Central Africa unimaginable to outsiders. However, it lacked tech professionals like Tony and Curry who could convert such capabilities into actionable outcomes.

If it were up to Joe Ga’s team, they’d struggle even to fly a drone properly, let alone locate targets as quickly and precisely as Antar and provide a detailed encirclement plan.

Joe Ga may have been a rough man with a gun, but he knew how to utilize people!

Seeing Tony hammering away at the computer and giving a thumbs-up, Joe Ga pressed his communicator and loudly ordered, "Elephant, prepare four Springblade missiles and let our little buddy Tony have some fun..."

Then, noticing Curry also signaling readiness, Joe Ga pointed to his own eyes and barked, "Identify all the enemies below..."

Curry nodded eagerly, then, playing up the drama, declared over the public channel via radio, "This is P.B. Sky Eye team tech officer ’Catcher’ Curry...

All units report your squad callsigns. I’ll mark your positions and provide effective attack guidance.

Meanwhile, my partner ’Batter’ Tony will use suicide drones for cover."

Right as Curry finished speaking, ’Comet’ responded from below...

"Ferryman, Copy. I’m ’Comet’, F1..."

"I’m ’Hatchet’, F2..."

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When Ferryman reported his callsign, ’Monkey’ from Night Tiger hesitated before saying, "Night Tiger, Copy. I’m ’Monkey’—uh, Tiger, T1..."

"I’m ’Black Panther’, T2..."

"I’m ’Grasshopper’, T3..."

"I’m ’Frog’, T4..."

"I’m ’Water Buffalo’, T5..."

"I’m ’Eel’, T6..."

Hearing Night Tiger reporting their callsigns over the public channel, Joe Ga said, "Welcome to P.B....

Everyone, listen up: drive them toward the riverbank. If possible, take them alive...

These people are the ones spreading the Zika virus. I’ll skin them alive and display it as a warning...

Show them what happens when they mess around in my territory!"

As he spoke, a red box appeared over Joe Ga’s goggles... freewёbnoνel.com

Tony and the others used their trinity surveillance and professional software to enhance the visuals. As soon as an enemy revealed themselves, they’d be marked, and tracking technology followed their movements.

In Joe Ga’s view, it was akin to activating a "wallhack" cheat—outlines of hostile movements on the ground became highlighted, allowing the Talus goggles to track them easily...

This system had some quirks, as the dense jungle canopy could hinder detection. Not all targets could be captured, and even detected outlines might not be entirely accurate.

However, for Joe Ga, having a rough target location was enough—just the difference between a few more or fewer bullets...

Sitting at the cabin’s edge, Joe Ga tugged at a safety harness, securing himself with double locks, then leaned out and aimed his rifle, firing several rounds in succession...

After a dozen shots, the target’s movements stopped, but since Joe Ga couldn’t see the ground clearly, he couldn’t confirm the kill.

Just as Curry was about to call someone on the ground to check, Joe Ga waved him off and instead used his goggles to lock onto the ground’s coordinates, issuing a command...

"Spearhead missile. One round. Fire..."

As soon as the command was given, a Spearhead missile shot out from the launcher beside Joe Ga, arcing through the air, piercing the canopy, and striking the designated target location...

With a loud "boom," Joe Ga thumped the back of the pilot’s seat, shouting, "Let’s make another pass..."

The Seville pilot gave a thumbs-up, signaling he understood, then adjusted the controls and maneuvered the Gazelle helicopter to hover over roughly one square kilometer of jungle.

Not long into circling, Ayu, also wearing Talus goggles, pulled the trigger on the machine gun.

Ayu opted for rapid fire to break through the canopy’s cover...

Through the goggles, a green ammo belt looked like an iron whip, lashing a specific area...

’Comet,’ who had just scouted close to the target, watched as someone using the trees for cover was hit by the volley of descending bullets, their body convulsing violently...

To conserve the boss’s missiles, ’Comet’ keyed his communicator and said, "This is F1, target confirmed neutralized!

’Catcher,’ guide us to the next target..."

For the first time in such an important role, Curry was exhilarated as he responded, "F1, 2 o’clock, 150 meters ahead. F5 is also nearby..."

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’Barsakya’ was now in terrible shape. Even without anti-air capabilities, facing an enemy helicopter in the jungle wasn’t entirely hopeless for him—there’d usually still be room to counter-attack or retreat...

But now he realized the enemy could seemingly ’see’ his position. He didn’t understand why, but years of battlefield experience warned him that unless he withdrew from the theater, there was no escape.

Listening to the constant wails coming through the radio, ’Barsakya’ ordered, "Abandon Point One. Retreat to Point Two..."

Right after he gave the command, he advanced in the original direction...

A bearded man beside him frowned and said, "Boss, Point Two isn’t that way..."

’Barsakya’ glanced back at his comrade, shook his head, and said, "I know. Follow me..."

At this, the bearded man realized their boss intended to abandon the others to draw the enemy’s attention while ensuring their group’s escape...

The bearded man exchanged a look with his companion, subconsciously adjusted the position of the gun holster on his thigh, and quickened his pace to follow ’Barsakya.’

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Sitting on the edge of the Gazelle’s cabin, Joe Ga tried firing several bursts, only to discover that using a rifle was highly ineffective...

The dense canopy didn’t present an impenetrable barrier for the 7.62mm rounds from the HK417, but the bullets’ deflection upon contact left Joe Ga entirely off-target.

Without hesitation, he decided to abandon his role as a rifleman, opting instead to occasionally release a ’Spearhead Missile’ to provide cover for his ground teammates.

Out of six launcher boxes—36 rounds—there weren’t even enough G.I.D. operatives on the ground to match that count anymore...

At this point, even G.I.D. operatives, Night Tiger, and Ferryman were a bit stunned.

The battle had suddenly gone from advanced level difficulty to beginner level, leaving them momentarily disoriented...

Especially the Night Tiger team!

For these soldiers, the fiercest battles of their lives, outside of domestic exercises, were happening right here in Central Africa.

’Black Panther’ watched as a wounded black combatant dashed into a thickly overgrown area of vines, only to have a missile strike that zone moments later...

With a loud explosion, ’Black Panther’ stepped in to investigate and found the combatant still alive.

The explosion had blown off his arm and split open his abdomen, but he appeared unfazed by pain—his shattered arm rendering him entirely incapable of resistance.

Raising his gun, ’Black Panther’ shot the man in the head, then stepped out of the blast zone. Looking at ’Monkey,’ who had followed him, he said, "Boss, this feels unreal to me...

In such a short time, that big boss up there probably spent a fortune, didn’t he?"

’Monkey’ waved him off and said, "That’s why we’re getting left behind. Modern warfare is all about tech and money.

Our boss clearly values lives more than money!

Black Panther, soldiers should feel lucky to have a boss like this..."

As ’Monkey’ spoke, he suddenly heard a teammate’s voice over his earpiece...

"Boss, I see two people moving quickly toward your direction. There’s a tributary leading to the Congo River there—they’re trying to use it to escape."

Listening, ’Monkey,’ gripping his rifle, sprinted as he responded, "Everyone else, hold your positions. Black Panther and I will check it out..."

As ’Monkey’ ran, a new command came through the public channel...

"Don’t rush. I can see them. It’s not just two—it’s over a dozen heading in that direction.

They’ve stashed two speedboats there. Go downstream and wait for them to board—I’ll use drones to bomb them..."