King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

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Joe Ga (Qiao Ga) worked his persuasive magic on the mountaintop of Sangha, inflaming the passion of the scions of Central African (Zhong Fei) elites.

However, building infrastructure was not a matter that could be resolved with mere words; it would take a considerable amount of time.

But these were areas where Joe Ga could no longer be of assistance.

He had set up a business consultancy center in Sangha Town, where several elder professors took turns to energetically lecture the local novices and their offspring, thereafter dividing the steel industry chain into many segments according to Joe Ga's plan.

Lenore, his African assistant, was tasked with overseeing each segment, ensuring that no single tribe or alliance could fully master any link in the steel industry chain. This measure guaranteed that Joe Ga would always maintain the upper hand as the primary source supplier.

In this way, once each link in the industry chain started turning a profit, the locals, accustomed to earning money, likely wouldn't even entertain the thought of rebellion.

Jori Amon, Joe Ga's personal lawyer, helped him form a management team comprised entirely of African elites, who began urgently finalizing the mining equipment.

The tradition left by Europeans to let Africans govern Africans was simple and effective during peaceful times, requiring only a guarantee of basic fairness to minimize backlash.

Even before the equipment arrived, the mine managed to recruit nearly 400 miners for a monthly salary of 15 US dollars, including two meals a day, and thus the preliminary preparations commenced.

They were not opening mines, but roads!

With the P.B. base as a backup, they would blast away any obstructions. The miners, carrying their tools, would then proceed to clear out the debris and fill in the holes.

It was a tough job, but the impoverished of Central Africa weren't as lazy as Joe Ga had imagined; no one complained about overtime or the work being too demanding.

When Jori Amon displayed the blueprint of a community composed of hundreds of tube buildings prominently in the temporary worker dorms, and promised a house to any worker after five years of service, complemented by a diet that included meat, and with a set of rules listing hundreds of 'firing' conditions, those hired as laborers performed exceptionally well.

The 'divvying up' process of the entire industry chain lasted almost 50 days.

This wasn't a simple matter of relocating and choosing housing; it wasn't just about picking and signing off.

Rather, one had the right to enter only after paying a deposit, and, after a period of study, had to put forward their views according to the professors' explanations and state their advantages at a certain link in the industry chain.

For instance, "My tribe is abundant in manpower," or "My territory is relatively flat," or "There are some minerals essential for steelmaking on my land," or "I can find a market for the final product..."

After a series of comprehensive assessments, only those who emerged victorious from the competition were considered successful.

In the meantime, near Bangassou, due to disputes over the distribution of the industry chain, multiple serious brawls occurred, even drawing the attention of peacekeepers. However, when they tried to intervene, the locals, who nearly came to blows, shook hands and made peace instead.

The government of Central Africa might be ineffectual, but tribal elders still commanded respect.

Faced with the prospect of a considerable economic upswing, potentially amounting to enrichment in the tens of billions, the wise and influential figures joined forces and declared that anyone who caused trouble before the dust settled would become the enemy of all.

Joe Ga didn't concern himself with these people; while the tribes were busy, he initiated an intense crackdown on all drug traffickers within his territory.

The BCDE four teams launched attacks from all sides, eliminating all the 'Evil Ghosts' that had been hiding in the jungle, and destroying all the drugs they encountered.

Then the trainees, whose basic training was nearing completion, began to deploy in groups under the leadership of veterans from Seville, driving armored trucks under the protection of armored vehicles, and started to cleanse the drug transportation teams operating along the roadways between Central Africa, Congo, and Uganda.

After all, Africa was merely a production and transit point for drugs; while camps in the jungle were the foundation of the drug traffickers, their real workplace was on the highways.

Aside from those particularly perverse bastards, a significant proportion of those who made big money from drugs were entrenched in the towns—and they were definitely among the wealthiest.

And the task of the Seville veterans was to lead their extremely powerful armed forces point by point through the towns, clearing out the drug dealers.

Once the border tribes surrendered to Joe Ga because of the steel industry chain, those drug traffickers entrenched in the towns had no place to hide.

However, dealing with the drug dealers in the town needed a softer approach than that used in the jungle because the drug chain involved too many ordinary people, and being too harsh could easily provoke local backlash.

Moreover, not all of them were as perverse as those in the jungle; many were just trying to make a living.

"If I couldn't even afford a meal, and someone offered me 50 bucks to carry 30 pounds of marijuana over a dozen miles, would I do it?"

This is where the advantages of a disciplined force, primarily comprised of locals, became evident.

The well-trained young Africans, led by locals with armored vehicles for protection, stormed into the towns and surrounded the drug lords' strongholds.

First, they issued very humanized warnings, repeated offers of preferential treatment to captives, waited for five minutes, and if there was no response, it was the armored vehicles with their large-caliber machine guns opening the way, mortar fire providing cover, and after the bombardment, the Africans moved in to clean up.

If it were an armed force of a different skin color doing the same thing, dissatisfaction would emerge after just one or two incidents, and if not handled well, it could lead to unrest.

But when the attackers were a group of energetic and highly disciplined Africans, the situation was completely different; the occasional incidental damage was compensated with some money, and the local people would let it go.

The young Africans performed superbly in their first engagement, although it was all easy victories. According to the old timers from Seville, repeating the same combat repeatedly, say ten or eight times, allowing everyone to get bloodied, would be sufficient training.

After the stronghold was taken down, the drug lord must die!

The highest court of Central Africa sent two judges, more akin to wizards, who would stage a prompt trial if the drug lords inside didn't perish, sentencing the drug lords to death within minutes, and the rest involved were all sent to forced labor.

The unlucky ones who were sentenced would all be sent to Bangassou, guarded by the local defense force there, waiting until the number reached a thousand. Then they would start rebuilding the road between Bangassou and Sangha Town.

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Some had proposed to Joe Ga to let these individuals go directly to his mine for hard labor as a form of reformation, but Joe Ga firmly refused.

People who have made quick money are not suitable for a place like the mines. They are not only unstable in character but also potentially harmful to the current workers' morale.

Joe Ga felt it was unnecessary to do such a thing at a time when the workers had just begun to build some cohesion and started to put in real effort.

Because Joe Ga had taken the same path—he had been over the moon with a salary of fifteen thousand, and then, after making tens of thousands from the first gun sale, he slid deeper into the trade, eventually finding himself unable to get out.

Everything was now in place, and Joe Ga wanted a minimum return of 10 to 15 years. Treating the workers well, letting them benefit, and eventually getting them to voluntarily protect the boss's interests was the right approach.

As for those accessories to drug traffickers...

You should be grateful to be alive; go pave some roads!

The drug traffickers in Africa had never experienced such a blow.

In just 40 days, the overland drug route from Congo to Central Africa had been severed.

At this point, the only option for drugs to pass through Joe Ga's territory was to detour through the Congo Basin, then redirect through Cameroon and head north.

Not to mention the detour distance and dangers of the rainforest, the loss of drugs was unacceptable to the traffickers.

The traffickers' significant losses quickly caught everyone's attention, and Central Africa's achievements in combating drugs were soon in the news.

The Uganda rebels, 'God's Resistance Army,' lying in wait on the eastern border of Central Africa, and 'Glorious Society' began to take action due to their heavy losses...

Meanwhile, Joe Ga, amidst the chaos, arrived at the 'Manovo-Gounda St. Floris National Park' in the north of Central Africa.

This only national park in Central Africa, spanning 17,400 square kilometers, is recognized by UNESCO as a 'World Heritage Site.'

This vast national park is divided into three sections...

In the park's northern region, the grassland-dominated Bamingji-Bangoran National Nature Reserve.

In the park's southwestern region, the wetland and lake-dominated Ndaka National Park.

In the park's southeastern region, the tropical rainforest-dominated Sangha Special Reserve.

Joe Ga's understanding of managing the steel industry chain was merely verbal.

Moreover, he was not known for his patience, fearing he would lose his temper watching those yokels dawdle in Sangha Town.

As for participating in jungle warfare, Karman and his men were not very keen.

Special forces teams B, C, D, and E were extremely proactive, seemingly afraid their boss would take away their work opportunities.

So Joe Ga chose to fly the helicopter on a few inconsequential missions, but when RPGs started appearing on the ground, even the chance to fly armed helicopters into battle was taken away by the pilots.

'Cobra' and 'Archerfish' continued to welcome him, but Joe Ga himself was not keen.

Aerial missiles weren't too expensive, but coordinating the Super Albatross with ground forces to precisely target the traffickers while rescuing the innocents was too difficult a task for Joe Ga.

Rather than being a mascot commander who could only serve as a cheerleader, Joe Ga chose another business he genuinely liked.

'Hunting Company'

Although he hadn't been back to Ad-Damazin for half a year, Joe Ga's connection with the place had never been lost.

Without reliable customers, once Ad-Damazin entered the tourism off-season, losses began.

Had it not been for Joe Ga dipping into his own pocket to subsidize it, Ad-Damazin's tourism company would have already closed down.

No blame could be laid on Sayram, who had been put in charge. The problem was that Joe Ga had initially expanded the operation too quickly, keeping operating costs consistently high.

Not to speak of the people, just the eating expenses of Ayu's 'children' were enough to make Sayram pull his hair out— they could eat so much.

But Joe Ga wasn't in a rush about this because Eric's company's expansion was still ongoing, with European branches in ten countries already being set up and now spreading towards Asia and the Americas.

The website had already gone live but hadn't started formally attracting visitors because Joe Ga's arrangement in Africa had been delayed by his own doing. How was it acceptable to have only Ad-Damazin as a destination if people came?

Obtaining a hunting company license in Africa was easy, and the license for Central Africa was secured when Joe Ga signed the arms contract with Mary Aenola.

Joe Ga took advantage of his free time to come here, intending to do some on-site inspections before establishing a tourism company similar to Ad-Damazin's.

The most crucial task would be to secure the animal hunting quotas for the next few years in the Central African Republic.

Whether I hunt them or not depends on if I can sell them for a high price; no one else should even think about it.