King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga woke up to find himself lying in a medical room, his bulletproof vest had been unbuckled, and an IV needle was inserted into the back of his left hand.

In a daze, Joe Ga felt his head spinning, then uncomfortably turned to the side and stretched his head out of the hospital bed, and with a 'vomit' sound, he threw up a wave of acid, which accurately landed in the trash bin that seemed to have been prepared in advance.

After vomiting, Joe Ga suddenly felt a sharp pain in his oppressed chest, followed by a cool sensation at the back of his head. Instinctively reaching to touch it, he found his hair had been shaved off at the back of his head, and there was an evident lump with stitches.

The after-effects of the concussion were extremely uncomfortable. Joe Ga struggled to sit up to see where he actually was, but then a voice came from behind him...

"You're awake; don't move; you've just got fifteen stitches in the back of your head and are also suffering from a slight concussion," the voice said.

Joe Ga turned his head to look and was surprised to see it was the waitress who had helped him rush out.

Looking around, Joe Ga realized he had been brought to the hospital.

The doctors and nurses were hurrying by, and a large number of patients were emitting painful moans.

A middle-aged man in a white robe was holding a young child, his body completely stained red with blood.

Seeing the huge gap in the child's shoulder caused by a stray bullet, Joe Ga knew the child was already dead.

Shaking his dizzy head, Joe Ga, speaking in Arabic, said to the calm-faced waitress, "How are things at the hotel?"

The waitress shook her head and said, "The SD security department attempted a forceful attack but got repelled.

There were many car bombs set up by the terrorists in Khartoum; these casualties are the result of the car bombs explosions."

Pointing to a body covered with a white cloth on the bedside next to her, the waitress continued in a calm tone, "Your embassy was a great help, or else I wouldn't have been able to retrieve my brother's body."

"Your brother?"

Joe Ga shook his head in confusion, as he didn't remember knowing this woman's brother and even now, he didn't know her name.

The waitress, however, appeared very composed as she lifted a corner of the white cloth to reveal the face of the body underneath.

Joe Ga looked at the familiar face and was shocked to find that it was actually the manager in the black suit from the hotel.

"He's actually your brother?"

Joe Ga couldn't understand how a brother could treat his sister with such a scathing attitude.

But then, considering their beliefs and the way that guy desperately covered for others at the end, it seemed somewhat reasonable.

However, Joe Ga didn't have the time to ponder the waitress's issues. He had difficulty getting off the hospital bed, looked around to see that no one was paying attention to him, and then said to the waitress, "What's your name, thank you for saving my life, but I need to leave here first. Can you give me your phone number?

In a few days, I'll contact you by phone. Hmm, maybe I can attend your brother's funeral, after all, he was hit because he was covering for us in the end."

Looking at Joe Ga's disheveled state, Nis was silent for a moment before she said, "My name is Nis, Nis Mansour from Liberia.

If it wasn't for you saving me on the second floor, none of this would have happened."

"You help me, I help you, and neither of us owes the other anything."

With that, the female waitress looked into Joe Ga's eyes. After a moment of silence, she said, "But I really do need some help right now. If you're leaving, can I come with you?"

Joe Ga was stunned for a moment. After hesitating for a long time while looking into Nis's big eyes, he said, "That might not be possible. You should be able to see that my work isn't exactly safe..."

Before Joe Ga could finish, Nis nodded and said, "Your shooting is fast and accurate, much better than many of the so-called special forces soldiers I've seen.

I don't know what you do—are you a mercenary? A spy? An assassin?

I don't care about that. I just want to leave this place. My passport was lost in the hotel, and I can't stay here to be interrogated by the SD security department."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga understood that Nis's background certainly wasn't clean either.

But this girl had, just a few hours ago, helped him out of a hail of bullets. Even though it was just a few steps, it was a true act of lifesaving.

He himself was no saint with a clean background, and he had just killed more than a dozen terrorists. He was definitely not suitable to stay here.

Since they both needed to leave, they might as well go together.

In the chaos of the emergency center, no one paid any attention to Joe Ga and Nis. They easily slipped out of the hospital, then Joe Ga contacted Karman to drive to the hospital to pick them up, and they quickly left the troubled spot, quietly returning to Joe Ga's villa.

Once back at the villa, Joe Ga asked in detail about what had happened after he passed out.

According to Nis, after the armed police at the embassy had secured them, the terrorists turned their guns on the hotel, began a massacre of the staff, and gathered hostages.

Moreover, at the time of the hotel terrorist attack, car bombs detonated on several of Khartoum's main streets, and the security situation in Khartoum became extremely serious.

The embassy had no equipment to confirm his condition at that time, so Joe Ga was not in a good shape. In the end, an armed police officer drove them to the hospital.

Given that the terrorist attack occurred opposite the embassy and due to the security needs of the embassy, the officer did not stay with Joe Ga but recorded his passport number and left.

Before he left, he contacted people from the SD security department to ensure Joe Ga's safety. He also asked Nis to stay and look after him for a while.

Actually, Joe Ga himself knew that his condition was very suspicious. Fleeing after a gunfight with terrorists and then no one came to question him was not logical at all.

Could the people from the SD security department really be that stupid?

When Nis heard Joe Ga's question, she turned on the TV in the living room. Watching the news, she said, "The hotel attack was done by a warlord from Darfur named 'Jindawei.' His goal was to attack, abduct, and intimidate.

This guy's men killed many people in the hotel and eventually abducted several executives from large companies, managing to escape from Khartoum.

Jindawei fulfilled his objective and certainly made demands on the SD government. Now, restoring order to the city and rescuing hostages is the priority; it's normal that no one is paying attention to us."

Joe Ga nodded after listening and said, "It does seem to be just like that. I've just had the misfortune—if only I had left a few minutes earlier."

Just as Joe Ga was reflecting, his work phone suddenly rang. Seeing the name 'Boss Huang' on the screen, Joe Ga answered the call and said in Mandarin, "Hello, this is Hu Lang."

Boss Huang on the other end seemed especially anxious. He spoke hurriedly, "Hu Lang, do you have any goods? I need a lot, and price isn't an issue."