King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Eric said oddly, "Aren't you exploring mercenary websites to find suitable tasks?

If you're not a mercenary, why are you looking for Antar?"

Joe Ga frowned at Eric's words and glanced at him irritably. "Although my company isn't big, what's the problem with forming my own team to ensure the safety of my business?"

After listening for a while, Joe Ga only learned about a dark platform called 'Dark Web.' It sounded thrilling, but in reality, it didn't seem to help his business much.

Without a reliable middleman or broker, placing orders on the Dark Web is just spending money for no return, because you have no idea who the person on the other side is.

He had thought that mercenaries should have their own forum or website where he could advertise and solicit some high-end firearms business.

However, Joe Ga was disappointed to find out that, although he could advertise on the Dark Web, without anyone to vouch for him, who would trust him?

This Eric mentioned he knew several well-known brokers. If Joe Ga entertained his claim, the fellow wouldn't know how proud to be.

They weren't particularly close, and Joe Ga didn't want to ask such a person for help.

With a shake of his head and disappointment in his voice, Joe Ga said, "Although I occasionally fight, I'm not any mercenary. I'm 'Hu Lang,' an arms dealer."

Upon hearing this, Eric responded incredulously, "You, an arms dealer? A Chinese arms dealer? Are you joking?

All the Chinese arms dealers I've met are into big business. Does SD need you to peddle weapons?"

Not wanting to discuss his issues with Eric, Joe Ga, while driving, asked patiently, "I want to know if there's a website where I can communicate with mercenaries. You've seen my rifle, I think my clients could be there."

Eric nodded and said, "Do you even need to ask me? A simple search will turn up many PMC websites.

One of the most famous is 'Global PMC Website,' where most individual mercenaries exchange information. However, you need someone to vouch for you to get an account there, but that I can help you with.

They've got everything: personnel recruitment, task distribution, second-hand equipment trade."

As he spoke, Eric curiously eyed Joe Ga's profile and said, "But are you really an arms dealer?

If some guy in America orders a rifle from you, how do you plan to deliver it to him? Is the transaction in cash or a bank transfer?"

Joe Ga was taken aback by the question, just as the car reached his doorstep. As he got out, he shook his head and replied, "Since you've raised so many questions, there must be solutions, right?"

After hearing this, Eric pursed his lips, shrugged, and said, "Of course, but only if you formally renounce your request to destroy my WA2000, will I tell you everything you want to know."

Joe Ga glanced at the cunning Eric, shook his head, and welcomed a few people into his house, instructing Nis to brew a pot of black tea.

Taking a look at Eric's legs propped up on the coffee table, Joe Ga shook his head and said, "OK, your rifle is safe. Now tell me your solution."

Eric, trying to look impressive, sipped his black tea and said in an annoying tone, "The best way is to set up a firearms modification workshop in America. America is a gathering place for big fish in the PMC business, and there, it's possible to get any inconceivable thing legalized through attorneys."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga slapped Eric on the head, making him jump up with an "Ow!" and then grumble irately, "I'll call you a cab. Hurry up and leave, or I'm afraid I might not be able to resist slaughtering you."

Eric, startled by Joe Ga's action and clutching his head, noticed that Joe Ga had no intention of continuing the assault. He complained, "OK, OK, I was just joking.

You can hand over your top-notch precision rifle to me because I'm a 'big shot' in the field of sniping, and they all trust me.

Take your WA2000, for example. If it's handed over to me, I can find buyers for you. Although it's a replica, the quality of the rifle is even better than the original. With my guarantee, the selling price will definitely not be less than 300,000 US Dollars."

As Eric watched Joe Ga's impatient face, he backed up behind Antar and loudly asserted, "I'm telling the truth, don't believe me? Ask Antar or 'Devil Bird.'

When Joe Ga shifted his gaze to Nis, the girl nodded slightly and said, "Eric is the maintainer of the largest sniper forum in the world and is also one of Sweden's top hackers. Hmm, it's said that he is also the youngest son of the Swedish Kopke family…"

Eric, upon hearing this, jumped up dissatisfied and exclaimed, "Hey, I'm the best, the world's best hacker. I just have different passions than those guys who love destruction. Also, my career has nothing to do with my last name."

Nis nodded and said, "As far as I know, this guy has the best shooting skills among hackers. Of course, the reverse is also true.

He indeed has connections with many top snipers and has even organized some offline competitions.

This guy's codename is 'Albatross'. His network bird marker has doubled the worth of many snipers, but it has also caused trouble for many.

Antar caught the Turkish intelligence department's attention because he got noticed by him.

Of course, compared to the risks, this guy can provide more help. I've received technical emails from him, and he's the one who advised me on where to buy the right bullets for the TAC-50."

Joe Ga had no idea about the meaning of 'Kopke' and didn't think it had anything to do with him. Curiously, he looked at Nis and asked, "So, you two knew each other before?"

Nis shook his head and replied, "This is our first meeting; the last time I contacted him was 6 years ago."

After a moment of silence, Joe Ga asked, "So this guy has some credibility in the sniper circle?"

Nis nodded and said, "To my knowledge, that's the case, or else I wouldn't have brought him along."

After hearing this, Joe Ga turned to Eric with a smile and asked, "Are you sure you can sell my guns?

I'm an arms dealer; I can tolerate jokes on trivial matters, but if you try to pull one over on me in business, guess what the consequences would be?"

Eric shrank behind Antar and said, "You just want to make money, right? Have you ever thought that targeting a group of high-risk professionals might be problematic?"

With that, Eric, looking at Joe Ga whose expression had softened, said, "Dear, in this world, any product's most powerful consumers are always those 'enthusiasts'.

Some would spend thousands of dollars for a lifelike fishing lure.

Some would spend hundreds of thousands of dollars for an antique car.

Some would spend $300,000 for a rifle that can hit a coin from 1000 meters away.

Mercenaries aren't gun enthusiasts; they use guns to earn money. They need the most practical and cost-effective equipment, or else their commission might not even cover their losses."

As Eric spoke, he saw Joe Ga nod slightly. So, he boldly patted Joe Ga on the arm and then quickly retracted his hand as if he had touched an electric fence.

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Noticing that Joe Ga showed no signs of anger this time, Eric proudly said, "If you give me two WA2000s and two of the AWMs that Antar was using earlier, I can help you make at least $800,000 a year."

The moment Joe Ga heard this, he instinctively brushed Eric's hand away and said, "Why can't we sell more guns?"

Eric looked at Joe Ga as if he were looking at a fool and said, "Buddy, even the best things lose their value if there are too many of them. Besides, how many of that kind of rifle can you even make in a year without sleep?"

Joe Ga didn't bother explaining his situation to Eric. This guy's so-called boutique approach was exactly like the pitch he made to Lu Jun for exquisite weapons.

His information channels were all snipers, as well as those fervent civilian shooting enthusiasts. Obviously, Eric thought those 'enthusiasts' had more purchasing power!

What he said actually made sense. If a WA2000 could sell for $300,000, which iron-willed mercenary would take it into battle? Is the commission more expensive than the gun?

If the gun gets damaged or lost on the battlefield, who would they go crying to?

Just as Joe Ga was about to nod and accept this little dealer, his phone suddenly rang...

Lu Jun's voice came loudly from the other end, "Hu Lang, come save me..."