Chapter 201 Team D and Team E

Joe Ga felt it was indeed like using a cannon to kill a mosquito, but since it was delivered, why not use it?'Pathfinder' is the codename for this rudimentary guidance system! 'Professor,' as a research-oriented talent, did not forget his main job while transporting arms to Africa. The delivery of 100 Lazar 3 armored vehicles not only solidified 'Professor's foothold but also allowed him to secure more research funding. There's no sense in arguing about this matter. An arms dealer with only one customer has a lot of free time. This bona fide professor took a few months to gather a group of students at the university and develop the 'Pathfinder System' in an effort to expand the company's business scope. The prototypes sent to Joe Ga needed to be tested by him to assess the system's performance. If the results were up to standard, Seville's air force strategy would be adjusted. Instead of trying to sell off nearly expired missiles, it would be cheaper to add wings to them, making them a budget version of guided missiles. Calling it a poor man's guided missile wouldn't be an overstatement. The best part was that if 'Pathfinder' really worked, this product could quickly revive a factory. And there were no export restrictions for this item—anyone with missiles could buy it and retrofit it themselves. Of course, as the tester, Joe Ga would not have to pay. 120 'Pathfinders' meant 120 guided bombs; Africa's drug traffickers were in trouble. Thinking about how 'Professor' was meticulously boosting his firepower from the rear, Joe Ga cheerfully approached his black assistant, Lenore, who was explaining the contract details to a pilot... "Go get some of your specialties—water buffalo, coffee, tobacco—it doesn't matter how much it costs. Fill that cargo plane and have them take it back." Faced with a boss of high principle, Lenore decisively nodded his understanding, then turned and instructed his own assistant, Xiao Hei, in Sango, who nodded vigorously, excitedly assuring that he would accomplish the mission. Watching his assistant's assistant, with a crew of assistant's assistants' aides, mount several armed pickups with whoops like bandits and charge out of the base gate, Joe Ga shook his head, chuckling, and turned to find 'Wrench,' saying, "Let's get to it then, move the stuff in first. Let's retrofit a few and go test them out tomorrow. Teams B and C have been soaking in the jungle for half a month now. We need to make a gesture, otherwise, they might start growing fur." 'Wrench' glanced at the new guys and, revealing a happy smile, said, "Didn't you want to give the opposition in 'Senggar Town' a show? Let's make it big. Four Mi-24s and two 'Super Albatrosses' will get moving. Small actions won't scare anyone. You could choose to overpower them all at once." Joe Ga calculated how much it would cost to proceed in this way. Thinking of the price of those missiles, he finally clenched his teeth and said, "Then let's do it. China has a saying, 'Better to stop the trouble with a single blow than to invite a hundred more.' If we've decided to spend the money, let's do it once and for all. Hopefully, the target guided by Pastor Gamor is worth this much effort." 'Wrench,' looking at the overly generous Joe Ga, chuckled and said, "There's no target in Central Africa worth your full effort. But if one isn't enough, you can pick four. Teams D and E haven't received combat orders yet and are getting restless. Plan well. Use 'Hippo' to drop them in early tomorrow morning, and they can strike by tomorrow afternoon." With that, 'Wrench' looked at Joe Ga, who appeared noncommittal, shaking his head, and laughing, "Boss, this is Africa; you don't need to be too cautious. You need to give teams D and E a chance to earn your trust, instead of running teams B and C into the ground." Upon hearing this, Joe Ga nodded slightly… Up to now, he was still just a fairly competent ordinary person. When it came to serious matters like combat, he instinctively trusted teams B and C that he had fought alongside. There's no logic to explain this; it's just a matter of mindset that hasn't completely adjusted. He assigned tasks to teams D and E with the intention of slowly getting them involved, starting from a small target and gradually increasing. His intentions were good, but it resulted in a somewhat awkward atmosphere for teams D and E. All of them had joined through the same selection process. Why should teams B and C be seen as better? Why were they always the ones chosen for missions? Joe Ga had realized the problem, but his previous choices still leaned toward being conservative. Teams B and C were deployed early, preparing to tackle the toughest targets. Meanwhile, Teams D and E were still waiting, waiting for the accurate location information from Father Gamor's guerrilla squad, which they would then use to conduct preliminary scouting. This approach was logical but perhaps too cautious. Now that the heavy weapons had arrived, it was time for Teams D and E to set out; otherwise, these men would become irritable. ... In the P·B base's conference room. Except for Teams B and C who had already set out, all the remaining mercenaries and a Sevillian veteran representative, Second Lieutenant Belic, along with all the 'air force' personnel, were seated together in the conference room. Belic was very satisfied with the current situation. Although he envied the mercenaries who went on missions and received high combat allowances, training new recruits in the base gave him a greater sense of achievement. As a lieutenant, he was effectively doing the job of a major in P·B's camp. He set up the camp's rules and regulations, established training schedules, and even formed a military police squad responsible for maintaining discipline in the camp. The money was a bit less, but the sense of achievement was a completely different matter. The majority of the veteran Seville soldiers were not as eager for battle as the D and E teams, being generally over 40 years old, not only stable in temperament but also very clear about where they could best utilize their strengths. Knowing that the boss was about to launch a large-scale assault, Belic was neither surprised nor in a hurry. He was well aware that it wasn't their turn to go to battle yet. There was still a month left for the training of new recruits to be finished, and their task was to lead these local soldiers into the jungle upon completion, to exterminate the scattered drug traffickers or guerrillas, and thoroughly eliminate the remnants of brutality in the jungle. This was a long-term and stable job. Compared to the short-term, high-intensity battles experienced by the mercenaries, the benefits of such missions were actually not low. Everyone had their own perspective and understanding of battle. If several mercenary teams were the heavy artillery and hammers, in Belic's mind, they were the chisels that would come in after others had carved out a rough shape and then re-sculpt the boss's territory, smoothing out all the rough edges. Compared to Belic's calm approach, there was also the composure of those pilots. The members of D and E teams, on the other hand, seemed a bit restless. The core of D team were three members of the BOS special forces from Albania, "Grey Wolf," "Big Bear," "Caviar." After being rejected by the Sri Lankan trio, they chose two retired soldiers from the Brazilian field reconnaissance units, "Sloth" and "Poison Dart Frog," and a Malaysian "Capybara," to form a strong assault squad. Team leader Assault Soldier "Grey Wolf," machine gunner "Big Bear," machine gunner "Caviar," Assault Soldier "Sloth," sniper "Poison Dart Frog," sharpshooter "Capybara." The BOS trio was potent and had an accurate eye for talent. Unfortunately, they didn't get any attention from the Sri Lankan trio; therefore, they skipped over several others who looked more professional and chose two shorter Brazilians and an even shorter Malaysian. Although the two Brazilians were not special forces, they served for a long time near the jungle. The tropical rainforest of South America is a bit different from Central Afrika, but because of the proximity in latitude, the climate and environment are similar. However, before the team started their official training together, nobody expected that the most formidable member of the team would be the Malaysian "Capybara." The Malaysian special forces might sound like a joke, but "Capybara," the reticent and shy gaunt soldier, made everyone understand that special forces from any place are no joke. Assault, diving, demolition, stealth, reconnaissance—there wasn't a field where "Capybara" did not excel, and most crucially, he was also a sharpshooter. This guy's parents were a pair of Bajau who settled on land. He carried with him an unworried and good-natured simplicity wherever he went, fooling most people with his simple exterior. Only during joint training did everyone realize just how astute the BOS trio was. "Capybara" might have been a bit lacking in strength, a bit lacking in language skills, but in terms of combat effectiveness and lethality, he was no less than the Sri Lankans. Who would have thought that such a straightforward and simple-looking individual, like a plain fisherman, had been fighting pirates and guerrillas in Malaysia for eight years? Compared to the team-building strategy of the BOS trio, Team E was a bit weaker because they had no other choices. Three men who claimed to be from Colombia's "Jaguars, " but in reality were dropouts from the service, a Finnish hunter and part-time militiaman, a Danish frogman, an Armenian militiaman, and a militiaman from Eastern Ukraine. The three Colombians were called "Bullhorn," "Harelip," "Saint." They were eliminated during the selection for Jaguar and then simply decided to leave the service to find work, stumbling upon Eric who was recruiting online, just as they were starting out. Compared to the Diamond Quartet, the Sri Lankan Squad, and the BOS trio, their strength indeed fell short. However, the team-building ethos of these four squads was also evident here—it was about forming a core from a natural group and then finding the right roles to fill the gaps within the squad. The advantage of this approach was that the squad could integrate more easily, and the period of adjustment would be faster. Armenian machine gunner "Loom," Eastern Ukraine machine gunner "Ironman," Danish sniper "Water Ghost," Finnish sniper "Iceman," Colombian sharpshooter "Saint," sharpshooter "Harelip," Assault Soldier "Bullhorn." On paper, Team E was the weakest and had a rather awkward setup; there was only one certified Assault Soldier, the team leader "Bullhorn." In the previous joint training and exercises, they had not won a single match. In the non-shooting battles of the jungle, only the three Colombians could manage a bit; the others would be harshly dealt with upon entering the veterans' area in the jungle. But they were not discouraged. After changing their mindset from being a powerful assault team to a reconnaissance support team, the overall effect was decent. The Danish frogman, theoretically, should be the most high-profile special forces soldier among everyone, save for Cavalryman Sanderson. Yet, what reality showed was that special forces soldiers who hadn't experienced long-term combat, no matter how high their training standards, also needed a period of acclimatization in an unfamiliar place. "Water Ghost's" period of adaptation was particularly long compared to others because the camp was filled with too many battle-hardened monsters year-round. But the fellow was tenacious. He may not have had Sanderson's ability to integrate the strength of Diamond, but he could only proactively move closer to the three dropout Jaguars and leverage his professional skills to earn the position of deputy team leader. Searᴄh the NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Handling negotiations and contacts was mostly done by "Water Ghost." Watching the boss instruct his assistant to open a large projection screen and start assigning tasks, "Water Ghost" and "Grey Wolf" exchanged a glance, then smiled and bumped fists... "It's our turn!!"