King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga had no real interest in the so-called "bigger deal" the other party was proposing.

50 AK74s and 20,000 rounds of ammunition, even with a heart-blackening price, could only sell for 200,000 US dollars, and any higher would risk getting ripped off.

Although he had charged an extra 100,000 US dollars for delivery fees, Joe Ga was very clear about the risks involved.

The black guys from South SD weren't all reasonable, and risks worth 300,000 US dollars were still within Joe Ga's tolerance. But if there was a million-dollar deal and they got greedy, thinking a rip-off would be more cost-effective, then Joe Ga would be in trouble.

Actually, Joe Ga's greed was to blame too. When he took the deposit from the other side, it just so happened to be when his younger brother Qiao Liang was going to report to the university.

Joe Ga, who was very strapped for cash at that time, gritted his teeth and took a deposit of 100,000 US dollars from the other party, then wire-transferred 50,000 back home.

Looking back now, Joe Ga still felt he had been a bit impulsive. It was fine if the other party fetched the goods themselves, but delivering them was a bit too risky for him.

The other party's urgency meant that their situation wasn't good, and the danger would definitely increase.

The only silver lining might be that their urgency indicated they truly needed it and wouldn't easily kill the supplier, reducing the likelihood of a rip-off.

After sitting in the chair and thinking for a long time, Joe Ga finalized his plan and took out his phone to call a friend in SD.

...

Around 2 p.m., when the SD weather was at its hottest.

Joe Ga parked his pickup truck on the side of the road north of Khartoum.

Checking his watch and seeing it was almost two o'clock, he wondered if he should leave and give up on the deal when an SUV approached from a distance.

Seeing the SUV flash its headlights a few times in the rearview mirror, Joe Ga put on his sunglasses and duckbill cap, rolled down the window, and waited for them to come closer before loudly asking, "Are you the one referred by Boss Huang?"

Seeing a handsome young man nodding in the co-pilot seat of the opposite car, Joe Ga waved his hand in a "follow me" gesture and pressed the gas pedal to turn onto a small road.

After driving on the dusty road for about 30 minutes, Joe Ga stopped his car on a piece of Gobi.

This section of the Gobi was where Joe Ga usually practiced shooting. He walked over to some fallen steel pipes, stood them back up in no time, and used a black net to shield from the scorching sun above.

Only after Joe Ga had set up a simple tent and magically assembled a folding table did the people from the Toyota get out of the car.

The young man who had greeted Joe Ga was followed by two very professional-looking bodyguards into the shade.

The young man was quite chatty, reaching for a cigarette to offer Joe Ga, which was refused, then he naturally lit one for himself and said with a smile, "This damn weather is practically killing me.

Since we were introduced by mutual acquaintances, I won't stand on ceremony with you, Wolf Brother. Can you bring out the goods for a look?"

Joe Ga nodded, walked over to the back of the pickup truck, pushed open the tailgate to take out several gun bags, then grabbed a few boxes of bullets and placed everything on a shabby folding table under the tent.

Glancing at the young man and his two bodyguards, Joe Ga gestured with his hand and asked, "Do you know how to use them?"

The young man couldn't wait to open a gun bag, but at the sight of the AKM inside, he gave a dismissive "Eh" and threw it to the side.

The AK74s also failed to catch his interest. It wasn't until he unzipped the bag containing the FN-SCAR that his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Holy smokes, finally seeing the real deal, and there are even 5.56 and 7.62 caliber conversion kits—professional, really professional!"

Watching the young man clumsily trying to disassemble the assembled FN-SCAR and switch to the 7.62mm shooting kit, Joe Ga shook his head, stepped forward, and assembled it for him in no time. He then pushed a box of ammunition over and said, "Money first, then you can test fire.

The full SCAR set is 50,000 US dollars, the AKM is only 1,000, and the AK74 is a bit pricier at 2,000.

Bullets, regardless of caliber, are all five for one US dollar."

The young man, unconcerned, gestured for a bodyguard to go get the money from the car. After the bodyguard placed a leather bag brimming with cash on the table, another bodyguard suddenly pointed to the last canvas bag containing handguns and asked, "What's the price for the pistols?"

Joe Ga took out an M1911 from the bag and handed it to the bodyguard, saying, "2,000 bucks, no haggling. If you're sure, then test fire."

The bodyguard examined the gun, deftly disassembled it, then reassembled it, quickly racked the slide a few times to get a feel, and then said, "The gun should be fine, but these guns don't have serial numbers..."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga snorted with a chuckle and shook his head, "Do you want me to help you register it too, maybe apply for a gun license or something?"

The bodyguard must have been military, still not quite comfortable with such illicit dealings.

After being snapped at by Joe Ga, he paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "My mistake. As long as the test fire is fine, we'll take it."

Hearing the bodyguard speaking for the young man, Joe Ga curiously glanced at the guy clinging to the SCAR, refusing to let go, and said, "Then let's do the test. You guys find your own target, or should I set up some targets for you?"

"You have targets?"

Joe Ga, seeing the curiosity of the group, walked over to the side of a steel pole and gave a good kick at the mechanical catch of a small winch on the ground. Then in the distance, miscellaneous popping noises rose as several crude iron targets of various distances sprang up from the ground.

Since the targets were mounted on springs at the base of their poles, they continuously swung from side to side.

Joe Ga was ready to let go of this shooting range; what he needed now was a new, more remote, and concealed shooting range.

So seeing their strong interest, he simply let them play with the targets.

Joe Ga couldn't guess how much money the young man's family had, but it must have been a lot, as Joe Ga had often seen that watch of his in photos flaunting wealth.

Joe Ga didn't understand what it felt like to carry hundreds of thousands on his wrist, but he was well aware that this was a big-spending customer who generally wouldn't cause issues, and if possible, he would do his best to satisfy them.

Observing the shooting stations that were clearly meticulously designed, and the barely discernible shooting lines on the ground, the two bodyguards exchanged looks, and then glanced at Joe Ga, wearing his quick-draw holster, with noticeably different expressions.

This was a typical mixed combat shooting range for pistols and rifles, as the farthest target was obviously beyond 200 meters. Judging by the angles of the targets, the shooting lines were also deliberately set, just missing some obstacles to define the path clearly.

Most importantly, these targets were moving, their swift and significant swaying drastically increased the difficulty of shooting.

Ordinary people would suffice to shoot at fixed targets; this was no longer just for fun. Those who could master this kind of range were generally experts.

The young man was unaware of the intricacies involved; he just felt dizzy looking at those swaying targets.

Not very adept in his actions, the young man loaded 20 rounds into the magazine, switched the selector to full auto, then disengaged the safety and pulled the trigger forcefully...

"Bang bang bang bang..."

"Ah..."