Chapter 68: Chapter 68: I Deserve It

Joe Ga stood behind Antar and watched for a while, realizing that this woman was truly remarkable. Apart from the awkward shooting stance caused by the absence of her thumb and the overly slow shooting speed, everything else was impeccable. She communicated very smoothly with Nis, the spotter, designating targets, reporting wind speed, humidity, angle, and then calculating data to adjust the sights. She conducted every task in an orderly fashion. Moreover, Joe Ga vaguely felt that Antar was leading Nis's actions. Her experience was abundant, and her shooting skills were excellent, but the problem was she was too slow. After each shot, she needed to readjust the position of her body and the rifle's muzzle, and her awkward shooting stance couldn't be maintained for long. Perhaps Antar was indeed an excellent spotter, but Joe Ga couldn't risk her life. If it was the kind of one-on-one, single-shot-decides battle from a long distance, then Antar would have no problem. But once the number of enemies increased, and the combat moved to close range, Antar had no ability to protect herself because she simply couldn't hold a rifle properly. Antar was aware of her own issues; shooting was not what she mainly needed to perform. When she extended her shooting distance to 1500 meters, she voluntarily stopped, took Nis's binoculars, and actively assumed the role of a spotter, assisting Nis with shooting. Joe Ga could clearly feel that with Antar's assistance, Nis's shooting efficiency increased a lot, especially in target distance conversion. When the target distance was extended, Antar would directly remind Nis to adjust by a few clicks, and then they could hit the target. This was not important for their hundred-meter interval range, but in real combat, having a spotter with a rangefinding scope could save a sniper a lot of time and effort. As Nis hit a target 1800 meters away with a shot, Antar and Nis cheered simultaneously, then high-fived each other in celebration. This was the first time Joe Ga had seen a genuine smile of joy on Nis's face. She liked the feeling of holding a gun, but she had never been as happy while shooting as she was now. This was a joy that came from deep within because she had found companions with whom she could communicate and help each other. By then, Joe Ga had already decided to keep Antar, even if it meant paying her a little extra salary. She didn't need to go to battle; just staying and practicing shooting with Nis would suffice. A satisfying round of shooting significantly reduced the animosity among them. An embarrassed Eric came up to Joe Ga with a WA2000 in his arms and said, "Um, this is a good rifle." Sёarᴄh the NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Joe Ga smiled, took the rifle, removed the sights and put them in the box, and then said, "I'm not in a hurry. After you go back, you can video call me, and I'll watch you destroy your rifle remotely. I don't mind if you back out, I don't care!" The previously provocative Eric, hearing this, angrily jumped up and exclaimed, "Am I that kind of person? Huh? You, you really don't care?" As Eric looked at Joe Ga's half-smiling expression, he reluctantly said, "It's not that I can't bear to destroy my rifle, it's just that the serial number of my gun has sentimental value. Its tail number is my birthday, and there's only one like it in the whole world. I'm a man of my word. I'll definitely destroy the gun, but, but could you give me a little time to prepare? I want to hold a funeral for it..." Joe Ga looked at Eric, who appeared ready to personally put an end to a loved one, shrugged, and scornfully said, "Like I said, I don't care. Whether you keep your word or not doesn't matter to me, nor does your character, because to me, you're just a minor character." The composure Joe Ga displayed was more distressing to Eric than a slap in the face. This guy had a special status, which gave him the courage to venture into dangerous places and make bold statements. His purpose from beginning to end was to provoke Joe Ga, to make Antar give up the job because he knew Antar was not suited for dangerous work. Not only had he failed to achieve his goal, but the current Joe Ga left him with little will to confront him head-on. Joe Ga didn't care what Eric thought. He waved his hand to signal the guy to stop talking nonsense and take off, then looked at Antar and said, "You've done great, and if you're willing, I can hire you to be the deputy general manager of the Ad-Damazin Travel Company. Your job is not that complicated. If you have any salary requirements, feel free to bring them up with me." Dive deeper into the story on m-vle-mpyr "I really admire you; you truly are a top-notch sniper, but..." Seeing Joe Ga's manner, Antar said with a bitter expression, "Sir, I really need this job. I need a place where I can utilize my abilities. I want to earn that war-time subsidy. "I need the money, as a regular salary isn't enough to help my family out of hardship." With that, Antar took off her gloves, revealing her disabled hands, and said bitterly, "I used to be the best sniper in the tribe, and the Turks deprived me of my ability to hold a gun. "But my family needs me, and I don't dare ask for more. I'll only do what I'm good at and can surely do well. "Sir, what I need isn't charity but a job that can truly make me feel valued." Joe Ga looked at Antar with her earnest face and curiously asked, "Why do you think that doing anything else would be worthless? "Even if you don't want to work in tourism, why not consider becoming a sniper instructor or a shooting coach? The salary for such jobs isn't low anywhere." "Antar was branded a rebel by the Swedish Government, and her thumbs were chopped off by people from the Turkish Security Bureau because they had captured her parents. "Had it not been for a rescue operation, her whole family would have died long ago. "The Swedish Government granted asylum to the entire Antar family, but nobody wants to hire a woman with such a background. "Had it not been for Antar's unwillingness to accept my financial support, I would have hated to see her looking for a job." Joe Ga glanced at Eric disdainfully and said, "Aren't I offering a job? Is the US Dollar paid by my travel company stinky?" Eric spread his hands and said, "Then what kind of salary can you offer for this job in Africa? A thousand? Two thousand? Three thousand? "Surely not four thousand. That's a salary many Americans can't even get. "Antar needs a position where she can utilize her abilities, along with the 500 US Dollars a day war-time pay. "Although I disagree, I don't want to see the light die in Antar's eyes. Just now, I saw them glow." After hearing this, Joe Ga spread his hands and said, "I'm a businessman; I'm not fighting every day." In a very earnest tone, Eric stated, "When a sniper picks up a rifle, the spotter's war begins." Joe Ga paused, thinking that although Eric was an idiot, his last sentence made some sense. When doing business, most of the clients on the other side have guns, too. In all uncertainty, is this considered 'war-time'? Snipers provide long-distance support, so when they pick up their rifles, is it 'war-time'? In truth, Joe Ga was not so opposed to doing business with Antar by his side anymore. This daughter could speak six languages, which made her useful everywhere. She could be a translator on the front stage or sit beside Nis as a spotter. This Antar is indeed a talent! Following Eric's calculation method, Joe Ga estimated his business frequency and figured that Antar's ideal monthly salary should be between eight to fifteen thousand. When it came down to it, it was still a matter of money! Having thought it through, Joe Ga looked at Antar and said, "If I offer you an annual salary of one hundred thousand, would you be willing to work at the travel company?" Antar was taken aback and then shook her head, "I'm not worth that much money working at a travel company. "Although I have issues with shooting, my professional skills are still intact. I've also learned to use drones. I can act not only as a spotter but also as the eyes of the team. "These are the reasons why you'd be justified in paying me such a high salary!"