King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer
Chapter 912 - 823: Act, Act

Joe Ga sat in the liaison office, staring at the computer screen in front of him...

Thirteen green dots representing the special forces squads were scattered across the northeastern region of Syria.

Each squad was marked for easy identification...

Watching the green dot that represented 'Sharp Knife Squad' nearing a concealed village 30 kilometers away from the village, Joe Ga picked up the radio and said, "The F-16 can take off now..."

Far in Baghdad, Cobra boarded an F-16 equipped with 'Little Bull' missiles, gestured a thumbs-up to the ground crew, closed the cockpit and slowly slid towards the runway...

The hefty 'Archerfish', holding his helmet, after watching Cobra take off, glanced at his watch and said with a smile to the pilots behind him: "It's time to get serious, we will take off one by one in 30 minutes; this might be our last chance to prove ourselves in Iraq."

A handsome middle-aged Russian pilot said with a smile, "Coach, we've just found our rhythm, why is this the last chance?

There are plenty of munitions in the warehouse, even without precision missiles, we can cover ground troops with regular bombs..."

'Archerfish' glanced at the nearby Iraqi Special Forces and Kurdish Militia, shaking his head, he said, "After this bombing, I'm going to 'die'.

Someone is targeting us, so we have to 'die for others to see', then others will replace us for the task."

Speaking, 'Archerfish' looked at the somewhat regretful pilots, he laughed and said, "Don't regret, we also have work back in Africa.

The boss has been away from Africa for quite a while, people are getting restless...

Just perfect that the latest Griffin-1 has been sent to Sangha Town, you guys will like it there!"

The middle-aged pilot, looking at the F-16s in the hangar, said regretfully, "So they don't belong to us, right?"

'Archerfish' nonchalantly said, "Our boss has only 4 F-16s, these are what 'Cobra' and I snatched from Turkish hands. The rest of the F-16s belong to the Iraqis.

If you like them, then those four are yours, 'Cobra' and I can manage with L-159 too.

We're getting old now, piloting F-16s is starting to wear us out!"

Having said that, 'Archerfish' walked over to a nearby chair, sat down, poured himself a glass of vodka, gulped it down, and then smacked his lips while saying, "Lads, you're catching the best time, don't disappoint our boss!"

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

'Hellhound' led the squad to conceal two 'Polaris' off-road vehicles and then carefully ascended a small hill following a narrow path.

It was 4 o'clock in the morning. 'Hellhound' took out a tactical computer, checked the coordinates, then lay on the hilltop and pulled out a night vision binoculars to observe.

A radar vehicle was positioned in the village's small square surrounded by two anti-aircraft missile launchers, totaling six missiles...

This group looked rather professional; the radar was operational, and people were on duty inside.

The village was surrounded by eight sentries, four visible and four hidden, blocking all directions of the village.

It's questionable whether the outdated vehicle-mounted radar could detect the F-16, but 'Hellhound' thought it best not to take the risk.

'Hellhound' and his team were now about 3 kilometers away from the village. Using Javelin to strike the radar vehicle was a stretch.

Furthermore, there were several ISIS posts nearby, and if they missed the target and were discovered, they would be in a very passive position.

'Hellhound' had roughly figured out the layout of the village. He waved to 'Saint', saying, "It's too far, we'll enter from the east...

Once we get within a kilometer, we'll take out the radar vehicle with the Javelin and then direct the bombing...

After the bombing is over, we'll immediately retreat south. If we encounter any problems on the way, do not stop. We'll regroup near 'Polaris', then shake off pursuers and head to the next station."

'Saint' nodded slightly and said, "I and Flying Disc will first go find positions to take out the hidden sentries, then cover your approach to the village."

As he spoke, 'Saint' bumped fists with 'Hellhound' and said, "Boss, if we win, we can get back what belongs to us, right?"

'Hellhound' paused for a moment and said, "If you're talking about the pension, then yes, we can get it back. If it's about other things, I think as long as we don't lose it ourselves, it will always be with us!

'Saint', we're no longer SEALs, earn money, take care of our families, and then do what soldiers are supposed to do!"

'Saint' fell silent for a few seconds, then nodded, got up and started moving to the side. In a few minutes, he and 'Flying Disc' disappeared into the darkness.

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

In a small town on the border of Syria and Iraq...

The young Sape led a team escorting the ISIS diplomat 'Teacher' out of a Mosque. They crossed the main road of the town and came to a simple village on the outskirts, finally hiding in an ordinary-looking courtyard.

They covered all the vehicles with camouflage nets and then extinguished all the lights in the courtyard.

Sape was 28 years old this year and he wasn't a local Syrian, but an Englishman.

Four years ago, disheartened by his inability to find a job, he met his life mentor online...

Later, when his mentor was arrested, Sape joined ISIS to save his mentor, participated in four years of fighting, and eventually became a small gang leader. Now, he was the personal bodyguard of 'Teacher'.

Sape was extremely loyal to 'Teacher'!

After settling 'Teacher' into the innermost room, he walked out of the courtyard to start patrolling, any slight negligence from his subordinates would incur his fierce wrath.

This young lad from England, driven by sheer fanaticism, found his place and value in life among ISIS.

A group of terrorists who frightened ordinary people bowed to him, filling Sape with immense satisfaction.

He felt that even if it meant dying for the 'Teacher', it would be worth it!

Sape scolded a soldier who dozed off while on guard duty, and, satisfied by the fear in the soldier's expression, turned and walked towards a small hut in the center of the village.

People who are especially harsh on their subordinates are often more lenient with themselves. Sape had hidden a few women there, planning to vent his frustrations...

The 'Teacher' generally needed about 8 hours of sleep, Sape thought he had some time...

Sape reached the door of the hut, dismissed the two followers he had with him, then pushed open the door and entered...

Two ISIS figures with big beards watched Sape enter the house, simultaneously spit thickly on the ground, muttered "sooner or later I'll have to chop this bastard's head off," and then turned and left...

Sape walked into the room aided by dim lighting, staring at several women cowering in the corner...

The fellow smiled smugly, swiftly took off his robe, rummaged through a cabinet, and pulled out a leather whip. He swung it forcefully, then strode over to the women and lashed out fiercely...

After a loud 'snap', the usual suppressed cries of pain did not follow...

Sape felt insulted; as he raised his hand to strike again, he found the whip seized...

'Crow' with a grim face ripped off the headscarf on his head, stood up facing the surprised Sape...

"Why the fuck aren't you asleep?"

'Crow' cursed irritably, then delivered a cruel low blow to Sape's groin...

"Ugh～"

The critical hit caused Sape's body to tighten instantly, and he slowly knelt down with his legs clamped...

The immense pain made his throat feel as if it was being choked, his mouth agape, yet he couldn't cry out loudly.

'Crow' picked up the whip from the ground, approached the kneeling Sape, grabbed his hair, and stuffed the wooden handle of the whip a foot long down his throat...

Pain and death, but it was death that frightened Sape even more...

A feeling of suffocation swept through his brain, he tried to pull the whip from his throat, but 'Crow' gave him no chance...

When this old signaller came to the cabin earlier, he saw several women's bodies, brutalized and abandoned behind the hut; this was how Sape treated them.

Originally, 'Crow' only wanted a place to hide, but who would have thought Sape would be so unlucky...

Pulling out his military knife, he stabbed Sape under the armpits, then 'Crow' ignored the struggling man on the ground and reluctantly activated the communicator, saying, "This is Jazz Squad, I might be exposed, when does the attack start?"

'Crow's words finished, and a pleasant female voice came through the channel...

"Sharp Knife Squad's signal has been sent, F-16 already crossed the Iraq border, expected to make a raid in 10 minutes.

Sir, do you need support? Two Griffin-1s are already armed and have taken off, they are very close to you."

'Crow' moved to the cabin's window, carefully peeked outside sticking to the sidewall, and finally said, "I need evacuation cover..."

"Understood!

A Griffin-1 will arrive near you in 30 minutes, I will keep an eye on your situation, assisting in guiding the bombing."

'Crow' to this day is still not very used to the nanny-style service, especially since the Kurdish woman over the communicator has been particularly enthusiastic about him since their first cooperation in Tikrit.

'Crow' doesn't know, but the ones who actually know best about each squad's achievements are these rear communicators.

They track the condition of each squad during combat, offering one-on-one services, not changing personnel unless necessary.

This female communicator has been cooperating with Jazz Squad throughout their operations. Jazz Squad's achievements and gains made her proud, hence her particular enthusiasm.

The cold-natured 'Crow' dislikes idle chatter. He acknowledged the rear arrangements and started a patient wait...

About 15 minutes later, two flashes of fire erupted in the hills several kilometers away...

'Crow' took a deep breath, activated the communicator, and said, "Let's move, this time capture them alive..."

As 'Crow's voice fell, Jazz Squad's men burst from several buildings, 'Executioner', a tall figure, kicked open the back gate of the courtyard, then several flashbang grenades and grenades were thrown inside...

"Bang～"

"Boom～"

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

Joe Ga, overseeing the operation from a distant part of the village, watched as the so-called ISIS air defense positions were hit by two 'Tomahawk' missiles fired from 35 kilometers away...

Excited, Joe shouted, grabbing the radio and yelling: "Action, action, wake up everyone from ISIS..."

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