King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer
Chapter 872 - 783: Tremendous Power

As Yuri spoke, a bullet pierced through the wooden hut's exterior wall and struck the bespectacled man with the broken nose in the head.

The 10mm bullet, upon hitting its target, began to tumble violently due to the loss of kinetic energy and instability, shattering the rear half of the bespectacled man's skull.

The bespectacled man, unaware of what had happened until his death, gave his still-intact eyes an eerie blink, before his body fell forward rigidly onto the ground, his brain tissue oozing onto the floor mixed with blood like melted ice cream.

The sudden gunfire startled Yuri, and just as he was about to draw his gun and call out to his men...

'Swish~'

Another bullet pierced through the exterior wall, hitting his thigh...

The 10mm caliber bullet, 8 centimeters in length, upon hitting Yuri's thigh, instantly pulverized the muscles and bones there...

It was like a heated spoon being plunged into butter, scooping out a large chunk.

A significant portion of the upper part of Yuri's left thigh was missing, causing him to lose balance and fall to the ground.

After demolishing Yuri's thigh, the bullet continued on to shatter a leg of the pool table, causing the heavy table to tilt.

At the moment Yuri fell to the ground, he didn't even have time to feel the pain.

Sitting on the ground, he looked at his gruesomely injured thigh with a horrified gaze, and as he was about to let out a scream of agony, Anna pounced onto him, snatched his handgun, and pulled him into the corner of the wooden hut.

Watching the blood gushing from Yuri's leg, Anna reluctantly tore off her belt, tied it around Yuri's thigh, and tightened it forcefully...

As Yuri screamed out loud, Anna looked at him and said, "I told you, people from P·B don't negotiate..."

Yuri, even if he were foolish, now knew what had happened. Clutching his thigh in pain, he shouted, "You betrayed me? Do you know the consequences of betraying me?"

Anna nodded and said, "I know, Kadric, that gang madman, will take revenge on me.

I also know about a notebook you keep in a New York bank vault that contains many secrets, including secrets about me.

If you don't contact your lawyer within 30 days, your lawyer will use their authorization to retrieve the notebook and then send it to someone you trust the most."

Continuing, Anna patted her head and added, "Oh, I almost forgot, the little law firm serving you has been acquired.

The clueless lawyer you hired was fired, and a lawyer named Valkyrie has taken over his job.

Yuri, you cleverly avoided everyone's eyes and chose a lawyer that nobody knows.

But did you ever consider what lengths I would go to break free from you?

I've shadowed you, sifted through your discarded trash, gotten to know everyone you've been in contact with...

We come from the same place, why did you think I would always let you pull the strings?"

Upon hearing this, Yuri's face turned ashen as he said, "You've teamed up with P·B, just kill me, and you'll be free once that notebook is destroyed..."

Anna heard movement outside the door, checked the stolen handgun, and then shook her head helplessly, saying, "You should already be dead, but my new boss only shot your leg.

It seems he's a bit interested in that gold..."

Upon hearing this, Yuri's eyes widened in shock and he said, "How could you..."

Joe Ga was lying on the rain tarp, eyes fixed on the scope.

Equipped with infrared detection, the scope allowed him to clearly see the personnel inside the wooden hut.

From the moment Anna woke up and forcefully stomped her foot to activate the listening device in her heel, Joe Ga had been able to clearly hear the conversation between the two...

"Deal" "Gold" "Halliburton"—these keywords piqued the huge interest of Boss Joe.

It was Halliburton's actions in Iraq that caused Steven and Rashiri to turn against each other completely, leading Boss Joe to change his target and support Steven with all his might.

Originally, Joe Ga took the shaped charge explosive intended for Halliburton's shareholders.

But now he had changed his mind...

What could be more thrilling than attacking the gold vault of the New York Gold Exchange?

Steal away the gold promised to the Shah people by Rashiri and then send the shaped charge explosive into the vault.

The noise from the vault attack would be massive, and no one could stop the investigation!

After creating a huge commotion, it would not only infuriate the Shah people but would also spotlight Rashiri's dealings with the Shah again.

Combining this with Thompson's plan, it was questionable whether Rashiri could last till the end of the election campaign.

This is when the advantage of Boss Joe being in the shadows came into play...

No one would associate the attack with P·B, since the personnel movements at P·B farm were monitored by the Department of Homeland Security, and most of the Russians were cooperating with DHS anti-terrorism.

20 tons of gold sounded like a lot, and it would be difficult for ordinary people to steal, but not for Boss Joe.

Even Boss Joe felt that if he had the chance to enter the New York Gold Exchange vault, he could reap a greater reward.

With Boss Joe's space recently upgraded, allowing him to ignore the weight of gold and only consider volume, he could silently walk away with a massive amount of gold.

It's difficult for ordinary people to imagine the size of a ton of gold, but a physics lesson easily reveals that a cubic centimeter of gold weighing one kilogram has an edge length of only 3.73 centimeters, roughly the size of a phone charger block.

And the edge length of a cubic meter of gold weighing one ton is only 37.3 centimeters.

If we disregard the carrying capacity of a suitcase, an ordinary suitcase could hold up to 2 tons of gold.

Those scenes on TV where two people can carry a chest of gold bullion and still run quickly are purely wishful thinking; a tissue box-size amount of gold, and an adult man might not be able to run far with it.

Joe Ga's available space now is the size of a garage, 6 meters long, 4 meters wide, and 3 meters high, totaling 72 cubic meters, whereas the concentrated volume of 20 tons of gold is only 1 cubic meter.

It's a pity that what's stored in the New York Exchange is circulating gold, so there's less of it, at most not exceeding 300 tons.

If Joe Ga ever gets the chance to enter the Federal Reserve Vault, he could walk away with one-sixth of America's gold in one go.

Considering America, along with gold stored by other countries there, has a total of just over 8000 tons.

To say the least, losing one-sixth, even losing one percent, would be enough to plunge America into a credit crisis.

Volatility in the gold futures market can create a large number of billionaires.

The more chaotic the American financial system gets, the more important the Pentagon becomes, and the more profit Joe Ga can reap.

If Joe Ga really succeeds, no matter the result of the investigation, in the end, this blame would surely be placed on ISIS.

Given P.B.'s current status in Iraq, where else could the contract go?

What was initially a leisurely hunting game is now starting to get interesting…

Joe fixed his eyes on the scope, and the moment he saw several gunmen rush into the wooden hut, he decisively pulled the trigger...

"Swoosh"

The bullet fired and hit the gunman who first rushed into the room...

The effect of the electromagnetic weapon was tremendous, and the armor-piercing bullet used by Joe Ga ensured that after the bullet penetrated the exterior wall of the hut, it could still maintain sufficient kinetic energy and trajectory.

Although the bullet would be slightly unstable after piercing through the wall of the hut, given its small size, the little instability didn't greatly affect Joe's shooting accuracy.

Rather, the instability caused the bullet to deflect and tumble upon hitting the human body, magnifying its deadly force.

Just imagine, a 10-millimeter caliber bullet, 8 centimeters long, striking the body sideways at several times the speed of sound...

The first gunman was hit in the left chest, and it was as if he had been sliced by a chainsaw from the shoulder down...

The muscles and bones from the left chest to the collarbone were completely torn apart, and finally, the entire left shoulder, along with a significant portion of the chest, collapsed outward, connected only by a small piece of skin and flesh at the ribs.

This horrific scene froze the following gunmen in their tracks...

As the critically injured gunman with his ruined lung protruding fell to the ground, these gunmen finally snapped out of it. After shouting loudly, they tried to scatter and escape...

There was no thought of counter-attack, no cover, no tactical moves – all they wanted was to escape this horrifying place.

In their minds, their boss was likely done for!

Joe's position was basically level with the hut, and infrared thermal imagers couldn't penetrate two walls to see the gunmen on the other side...

Watching the gunmen try to flee, Joe lifted the camouflage fabric, stood up, rapidly climbed a large tree next to him, then sat on a branch ten meters high. After tying himself up with a safety rope, he curled up into a ball, his left hand gripping the rifle strap, his elbow propping up the muzzle...

Joe loaded armor-piercing bullets with lead cores, purposely waiting until the gunmen were all in the car and began to flee along the only dirt road before firing...

"Swoosh~"

"Swoosh~"

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The moment the lead core bullet hit the vehicle's exterior, the high-speed flying bullet's casing deformed, and to Joe's surprise, the soft lead core actually created a kind of metal jet effect. After piercing the vehicle, it turned into a fan-shaped jet, instantly shredding the people inside to pieces.

After emptying one magazine, turning the escaping vehicles into scrap metal, and confirming that no one was alive, Joe finally climbed down from the tree, packed up the excessively powerful rifle, and slowly walked towards the hut.

Joe did not enter the hut immediately but circled around the wrecked vehicles.

The unexpected power of the lead core bullets took Joe by surprise.

There were only four vehicles, and Joe's magazine held 50 rounds of reserve ammunition.

The consequence of calmly hitting each car with 12 bullets was that the people inside were basically unrecognizable as human.

What was left behind by the metal jet was not shredded flesh but a juice of flesh...

'Coffins' were no longer suitable for these men; plastic bags would suffice to carry away most of their bodies.

Joe verified his battle results and assessed the new gun's strengths and weaknesses...

The strength is that the power is too great; the weakness is also the power being too great.

Using this gun on civilian cars is like attacking cars with armor-piercing rocket-propelled grenades.

The only downside is that the lead core bullets might not have the same effect on real armored targets.

And using armor-piercing bullets, the excessive penetrative power would lack sufficient lethality against human targets.

Moreover, such firepower can easily cause collateral damage in indoor or urban warfare, tearing through human bodies and then wreaking havoc on objects behind them.

It's indeed useful, but too much power, coupled with high recognizability, restricts the use of this gun.

After Joe inspected the aftermath of his actions, he took out a big chunk of C4, inserted a blaster and tossed it into the car, then walked around the hut and the barn, setting up several incendiary shells...

Finally, he entered the hut, bypassed the corpses with terrifying death scenes, greeted Anna with a peculiar expression, and then spoke to the still-breathing Yuri, "Sir, there is something I want to know from you...

Tell me honestly what I want to know, and I'll give you a quick end.

Honestly, dying by gunshot and dying by fire makes a huge difference…"