King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer
Chapter 898 - 809: Prince, Engineer

Intelligence agencies around the world began to receive reports one after another...

ISIS not only acquired anti-aircraft missiles but also a large number of weapons, equipment, and soldiers.

It wasn't just ISIS that bore a grudge against P·B, but also the Glorious Society that spans the continents of Asia, Africa, Europe, and America.

When Boss Qiao declared his intention to stand his ground in the village and face a decisive battle with ISIS, he was no longer up against just ISIS alone.

Since its encounter with P·B, the Glorious Society's revenue has been declining, and the rising costs of drug trafficking in Africa have caused them excruciating pain.

Add to that Boss Qiao's relentless vendetta, blaming the Glorious Society for any mishap from morning till night, hitting their operations around the world and forcing them to contract their sphere of influence.

Now that they've caught an opportunity, they definitely can't beat P·B on the battlefield, so they choose to financially support ISIS.

And the Glorious Society wasn't the only one—others were also keen to see Boss Qiao meet an untimely death...

Thus, a large number of mercenaries, lured by hefty rewards, entered Syria through the Turkish border.

Turkey's relationship with P·B was complicated, and they found it inconvenient to retaliate directly. Hence, they simply opened the floodgates, allowing masses of mercenaries to enter Syria.

.........

The big boss of Arctic Fox Mercenary Corps, 'Silver Fox' and 'Iblis', walked out of a mansion in the outskirts of Moscow.

After getting into the car, 'Silver Fox' looked at 'Iblis' sitting in the driver's seat and after some contemplation, said, "50 million, Syria, is it worth it?"

The handsome 'Iblis', a traitor from the SEALs, had experienced countless battles and had personally buried a SEAL squad in Afghanistan.

Facing 'Silver Fox's question, 'Iblis' pondered for a long time before replying, "If we're looking at it from a mercenary's perspective, then of course we should go.

But we've both dealt with Hu Lang before, that guy is not easy to handle...

We've already lost 6 comrades, 'Silver Fox', are you prepared to lose even more?"

'Silver Fox' was taken aback for a moment and then nodded slightly, "Not worth it, certainly not for 50 million!

But if we don't accept, then the compensation Sheriff promised us regarding Iraq will be as good as non-existent..."

Upon hearing this, 'Iblis' laughed and nodded, "You guys are getting old, it's time to retire.

The mercenary business is changing, and old-school methods like yours are starting to fall behind.

Of course, we want the 50 million, but Sheriff doesn't require us to go personally.

There's a feast of mercenaries in Syria now, and we can fully afford to hire a batch of good hands to go over with that money.

This is the normal way a mercenary company should operate!"

As he spoke, 'Iblis' looked at the somewhat aged 'Silver Fox' and said with a smile, "We should have changed the company's operation mode long ago, always relying on a few people to fight desperately is not the way to go.

'Arctic Fox' is one of the best mercenaries in the world; as long as you open the door wide enough, we can recruit thousands of good hands."

'Silver Fox' looked at the cold smile on 'Iblis's face and shook his head slightly, "You want to take over Arctic Fox?

No, it's still too early for you..."

As 'Iblis' was driving, he pulled out a pistol from near the seat and placed it on his waist, firing several shots at 'Silver Fox'...

"Bang bang bang..."

'Silver Fox', hit by multiple bullets in the abdomen, frantically tried to pull the door handle to jump out of the car, and after realizing the door was locked, he slumped against the door, looking at 'Iblis' and barely audible, said, "I knew I shouldn't have trusted someone who betrayed his own comrades!"

'Iblis', upon hearing this, showed a trace of pain on his face, then murmured to himself, "Nobody is born a traitor, perhaps they were just born in the wrong place...

'Silver Fox', thank you for taking me in, but I need power and money...

With you gone, I would have both!"

'Silver Fox', clutching his tattered abdomen, nodded bitterly, "You're in a hurry, so you need the name 'Arctic Fox'.

Promise me, don't let my old comrades go to their deaths..."

'Iblis' seemed unable to meet 'Silver Fox's eyes, instead looking at the road ahead and nodded slightly, "Don't worry, we now have 50 million in hand, I'll prepare a pension for every comrade so that everyone can retire...

'Silver Fox', I don't expect your forgiveness, see you in hell!"

As 'Iblis' spoke, 'Silver Fox' had already breathed his last...

This handsome man put the gun back into the glove box, then extended his right hand to straighten 'Silver Fox's body, next he pressed the passenger side window button, letting the breeze of Moscow's summer wind into the car, as if trying to dissipate the smell of blood...

'Iblis' extended his hand out the window, feeling the warm breeze, looked at the distant view with a smile and said, "Sorry, guys, I am the Prince of ISIS, I'm taking my men to fight in Syria!!"

With that, 'Iblis' took out his phone...

"I am 'Iblis', the current in-charge of Arctic Fox, I want to urgently recruit 200 international mercenaries.

I will provide a guarantee of 40 million..."

"Hello Mr. Iblis, Arctic Fox is one of our platinum clients. I will transfer you to our manager of the VIP customer service department, and they will contact you within 48 hours.

If you have any other needs in the meantime, I am at your service.

For instance, you can provide me with your requirements for mercenaries, and we will specifically screen and select for you accordingly."

Iblis listened and a cold sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, saying: "Those who are not afraid of death, love money, have no morals... Aren't these the hallmarks of your international intermediary company?"

"Sir, I think you have a misunderstanding about us. The mercenaries signed with the international intermediary company are required to pay a deposit, and we offer complaint pursuit services, so anyone hiring soldiers through us can be free from all future worries.

Sir, our mercenaries may have ethical blemishes, but functionally, they will certainly meet your needs."

Iblis had no intention of wasting words with a 'customer service boy'. After hanging up the phone, he muttered to himself, "There's no such thing as morality in this world, what people need are rules...

Rules will save this damned, chaotic world..."

............

Less than 15 minutes after Iblis and his party left oligarch Sheriff's house, three men dressed in work clothes entered Sheriff's country mansion...

The three donned gas masks at the mansion's front door and then, as they pushed the door open, no one inside was left standing...

The technologically advanced mansion was filled with the smell of anesthetic gas; the mansion's owner Sheriff and his bodyguards were sprawled across the floor.

The three engineers neatly tied a rope over the archway that led to the backyard, then put the noose around Sheriff's neck...

With the help of the rope, they stood Sheriff up and placed a chair under his feet. One of the engineers took out a smelling salt and waved it under Sheriff's nose...

Sheriff sneezed and gradually came to his senses. He looked at the three masked men in front of him and cried out in terror: "Who are you?"

The Engineer spoke with an electronic voice through a voice changer: "You should have an idea..."

Sheriff, with his hands clutching the rope around his neck, stood painfully on tiptoes on the chair and cried: "Are you people from the Interior Ministry?

No, you can't kill me, all my business is legal..."

The Engineer, with a laugh, said: "But secretly transferring large sums of assets abroad is illegal.

You took money that you shouldn't have..."

Sheriff, clearly misunderstanding the Engineer's identity, yelled out in horror: "I was just following orders, you can't kill me."

The Engineer shook his head slightly and said: "In the past five years, you have transferred more than 300 million euros in batches to several secret funds that have continuously supported anti-government figures.

You can now write a confession letter and then your wife and children in Georgia can continue to enjoy the life they have now.

Otherwise..."

Sheriff knew there was no saving himself and after a few seconds of silence, he said: "I'll write..."

"No need..."

The Engineer took out a pre-written confession letter with hurried handwriting, and with a smile, said: "Please sign here, and we will make sure you suffer as little as possible."

After finishing, the Engineer placed a tablet under the letter, thoughtfully handed it over to Sheriff, and said: "Please sign at the bottom right corner!"

Sheriff picked up the pen and with difficulty signed his name on the 'confession', then fiercely stared at the Engineer and said: "If you harass my wife and children, I won't let you off even in death."

The Engineer listened, took the 'confession' away, glanced at the tablet, then took off the gas mask on his face, looked at Sheriff with a smile, and said: "Sir, rest assured, people from P.B. don't generally involve family members when seeking revenge."

As he spoke, the Engineer shook the tablet and said with a smile: "Thank you for your signature!

The arms you were sending to Libya for delivery to the base organizations will instead dock at Tobruk in Libya.

Oh, and you just incidentally signed a donation agreement, expressing willingness to return the stakes in the oil company to the Russian government without compensation.

Sir, on behalf of our boss and the Russian government, I thank you!"

Upon hearing this, Sheriff looked at the Engineer in horror and said: "P.B.? Why is it you guys?"

The Engineer, with a laugh, pulled the chair from under Sheriff's feet, watching him start to desperately struggle with his feet in the air, and with a smile, said: "All those who took P.B. lightly have paid the price in the end."

Saying this, the Engineer watched Sheriff begin to stick out his tongue, shook the tablet again with a smile, and said: "Those shares weren't yours to give away, doing so will put your wife and children in danger.

Sir, you still have a little time, do you wish to do something for your wife and children?

For example, entrust a reputable military service company to move and ensure the safety of your wife and children...

I know you have an anonymous account in the Swiss Bank, it's through that account you paid Arctic Fox...

I wonder, with only half the down payment received, if Arctic Fox would be very angry?

I hope she doesn't take out a loan to fight in Syria, otherwise the consequences would be serious!"

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.