King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer
Chapter 934 - 841: How Do You Fight Against the Dealer?

'Iblis' was exhilarated at this moment!

News from America made him know that Hafali's plan had succeeded!

The White House, in order to solve the dirty bomb crisis, had gone to war with the military-industrial complex...

A nuclear weapon had forced the White House into a precarious position, and a huge internal consumption was about to unfold.

ISIS would obtain a precious respite to expand its influence within Syria.

'Iblis', also a victim of the military-industrial complex, being a member of America's elite SEAL Team Six, was seen as a killing machine because of his Middle Eastern heritage and proficiency in Arabic, continuously dispatched to the most dangerous places in the world...

Consequently, he developed psychological issues until he discovered his ancestry, until someone found him, and religious faith alleviated his inner torment...

Thus, the legendary captain of SEAL Team Six became a 'Prince' who dedicated his life to the cause of ISIS.

He joined 'Arctic Fox', attempting to use the reputation of 'Arctic Fox' to operate a powerful armed force outside of ISIS, facilitating the protection of ISIS's interests beyond the Middle East.

But a company called P·B became an obstacle to the growth of ISIS, the battle of Mosul mired ISIS in a quagmire.

Northern Iraq is the core area of ISIS; losing Mosul would mean losing the refineries and oil fields there, and ISIS would lose all its economic sources.

Now, with the boss of P·B trapped in a small village, Iblis saw the opportunity to solve the problem once and for all...

'Iblis' lay on a small hill, watching the convoy on the road below through binoculars...

With 200 mercenaries, he had been entangled with 'Ferryman' and 'Jazz' for nearly a week.

Two elusive special forces teams caused the hastily assembled Fire Cannon battalion to be exhausted.

'Iblis' knew where the critical point of the war was; in the past week, the main force of ISIS had left nearly 400 corpses in that damned village.

Modern military arrangements left the still manpower-based ISIS forces helpless.

Those people seemed to have inexhaustible ammunition, causing great damage to the morale of ISIS troops.

Iblis was now personally leading the troops to encircle Ferryman and Jazz, aiming to cover the Fire Cannon battalion to move into striking range.

As long as ten 122mm cannons could hit the village, then everything would be over.

"Only 6 kilometers left..."

Iblis took out a GPS, glanced at it, then took out a radio and said: "Extend the search perimeter, absolutely must not let them appear within 3 kilometers of the convoy.

Butcher Squad, create some disturbance in the nearby village, see if you can draw out those two teams for me."

Upon hearing this, someone from the Butcher Squad exclaimed, "Boss, can we have some fun?"

Iblis actually despised these 'war dogs'; these war dogs recruited by international intermediary companies were the vicious dogs that even mercenary companies were reluctant to keep.

Hearing the request from the Butcher Squad, Iblis's eyes flickered, and he said, "Go ahead, create some noise..."

Iblis actually had no other choice...

He had portable anti-air weapons, able to cope with drones and aircraft like the Griffin-1.

The only thing Iblis truly feared now was someone guiding on the ground, then calling for beyond-visual-range missile bombings.

Iblis still didn't understand how a company like P·B could possess such formidable armaments...

He had no choice; as long as he could move 'Ferryman' and 'Jazz' away, letting the Fire Cannon be deployed in the right position, any cost was worth it.

The former Iblis was also a soldier with a sense of honor...

The great inner conflict forced him to seek a remedy in his fanatical beliefs.

Too fanatical a faith produces folly, and even zeal and extremism.

In more severe cases, they would use slaughter to maintain the greatness and dignity of their own beliefs.

Because by not doing so, to some extent, it means they are admitting they are wrong.

People like Iblis can't withstand a second internal collapse!

Once a person falls into paranoia, to achieve their own goals, the lives of others mean nothing to them, even if the village the squad is heading to was originally under ISIS control.

Bowing his head to look at the road below, confirming there are no enemies nearby, Iblis once again ordered the team to move, using a rolling method for cover on both sides of the convoy.

"6 kilometers more, just 6 kilometers..."

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

'Ferryman' and 'Jazz' squad were hiding in a location 8 kilometers away from the ISIS Fire Cannon convoy.

They are humans, not gods, chased by Iblis, the former SEALs captain leading 200 mercenaries, forcing them to the brink, nearly getting surrounded and captured several times.

If it weren't for the covering fire from both squads always enabling them to breakthrough, they would not just be carrying injuries, but would have suffered casualties.

When the radio signal that had been sporadic over the past week suddenly became clear and stable again, 'Comet' knew that P·B's drone had retaken to the sky...

This disfigured Frenchman lifted the camouflage cloth off his body, sat up, made a gesture towards the nearby bushes, then pressed his communicator and said: "'Crow', the drone is airborne, our mission is over, we're pulling out..."

As 'Comet' spoke, the nearby bushes seemed to come alive.

'Crow,' who was hidden under a clump of bushes on his back, sat up and after coughing a few times, grinned and said, "We're not leaving, aerial support is almost here, I want to meet those mercenaries once more...

These sons of bitches only breed mad dogs, I want to leave them all on this piece of land."

'Comet' turned to look at his colleague. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded and said, "We do as we can, those guys are not important, the boss's plan is what's most important..."

'Crow' removed his disguise, stood up, and cracked his neck, smiling maliciously, "The boss's plan is to wipe out these people, once the enemies are all dead, the boss's goal will be accomplished.

'Comet,' you French guys are too soft..."

'Comet' stunned by the intense killing intent of 'Crow', was about to argue when suddenly, a spotter in the distance spoke up on the common channel: "Boss, there's a group of 30 mercenaries separating, they are entering a village.

Oh shit, they are starting to kill people, what are they trying to do?"

Hearing this, 'Comet' hurriedly ran a few steps forward, took out his binoculars, and looked...

The outskirts of the village burst into huge flames, those maniac-like mercenaries trapped several men with discarded tires and then poured gasoline over their legs...

Upon ignition, those men, like frogs on a hot plate, desperately jumped and rolled, emitting utterly piercing screams of agony.

'Comet,' who initially didn't want to get entangled with these mercenaries, seeing the cold light in the eyes of his comrades, sighed and said, "These guys just want us to come…"

The deputy captain of 'Ferryman,' 'Hatchet,' suddenly smiled and said: "But we have to go, right?"

'Comet' troubled, rubbed his temples and nodded, "We are soldiers, we are born to fight demons!"

Saying this, 'Comet' turned to look at 'Crow' and others, he took out a magazine, tapped it on his helmet, slid it into his rifle, then stood up smiling and said, "We're being quite unprofessional!

But, let's move...

After this is over, I want those inside to jointly write me a thank letter, my daughter should know what her dad is doing…"

When 'Crow' passed by, he glanced at 'Comet,' who always 'finds excuses', shook his head and spoke a few sentences in Russian......

'Comet' paused, looked at 'Hatchet' beside him and said, "What did that guy say, I think he's mocking me..."

'Hatchet' took out all the magazines from his backpack and stuffed them into his Tactical Vest, absent-mindedly smiling, "Boss, he said you're acting like a man now..."

As he finished preparing, 'Hatchet' looked towards the distant village and seriously said, "That place appears to be a trap, we need to leave at least three people on the perimeter for support.

Hopefully, air support arrives a bit sooner...

Being a soldier in P·B is damn hard!"

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