Chapter 73: Chapter 73: First Meeting Gift, How About a Helicopter?

The designers of the mining community had considered safety issues from the very start; the four buildings, not far apart, surrounded an open space in the center. This area could not only act as a barrier but also provide the people inside the community with sufficient safe space for activities. Joe Ga had little experience with counter-sniping, but Nis and Antar both did, and Antar was even a drone operator. The newly joined woman only had a PPQ provided by Joe Ga, but she brought a drone with her when boarding the plane. Exclusive tales from m v lem|p-yr Captain Wang, the leader of the PMC, eventually decided to evacuate his severely injured comrade himself. Before leaving, this tall man with camouflage on his face repeatedly told his own people to hold the mining community at all costs and wait for his return. While speaking, his expression seemed to be vaguely looking at Joe Ga, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't bring himself to say it. Joe Ga could roughly understand what the man was thinking, but understanding aside, he didn't quite agree with the man's previous actions. The situation before had actually been quite urgent; if Joe Ga hadn't arrived in time to help, the chance of the community being breached wasn't high, but there could have been injuries nonetheless. Joe Ga particularly understood these guys' reluctance to trouble the Peacekeeping Troops, but he didn't agree with that sentiment. Because, when saving your own people, the nation wouldn't negotiate conditions with you; they would definitely come if they could, any issue would be resolved by those higher up, you are the victims, what you are doing is legal trade, what have you got to worry about? It was apparent that these PMCs were from regular armed forces; they had an impressively high level of awareness, yet they had forgotten that their most important function was to protect the safety of their employer. Of course, Joe Ga didn't have the authority to criticize their actions since they were now his clients, albeit for a small order of only 80,000, but a mosquito, no matter how small, is still meat. Moreover, Joe Ga could faintly sense that the PMC members who were left were quite covetous of his "little antelope," and perhaps after some further discussion, he could manage to sell off an extra "little antelope." Boss Lu generously paid 1.5 million in cash, which included the cost for home delivery and counter-sniping. The PMC paid 80,000 and took away the firearms and RPGs they ordered. If Joe Ga could sell off another "little antelope" for even just 1 million, that would mean a total gain of 2.58 million from this trip; deducting a cost of 500,000, Joe Ga could earn 2.08 million. Searᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. This was Joe Ga's own business, with no need to share profits with Karman and Nis; he just had to pay them a wartime salary of 1,000 per day, and Antar was even cheaper at only 500. That Captain Wang's nickname is 'Wolf Eye,' the severely injured man's codename is 'Ham,' and the four remaining PMCs are named 'Plaster,' 'Donkey,' 'Mung Bean,' and 'Rocket.' 'Mung Bean' and 'Rocket' were trying to evacuate 'Ham' in a vehicle when they encountered an RPG. They reacted swiftly but still sustained some minor injuries. During the recent conflict, these two were stationed near the front gate. Now that their captain, 'Wolf Eye,' had left with 'Ham,' they seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Watching Nis and Antar, who had taken over 'Wolf Eye's' tasks, these men were filled with curiosity, tinged with a subtle disdain for Joe Ga bringing a woman to the battlefield. However, when they saw Nis's firearm, they no longer had the mindset to think about anything else. The G29 was still relatively new, and it was normal for those not especially interested in the light arms trade not to recognize it. But Nis also brought along the TAC-50, a gun that was far too well-known. ``` Watching Nis and Antar stroll around the community before entering a small building and setting up a sniper position on the rooftop. As a small drone took off, 'Rocket', with a wounded leg, wiped his sweaty cheek and drew in a sharp breath. He nudged 'Mung Bean' beside him and said, "Damn, those arms dealers sure are loaded. That drone alone is worth over a hundred thousand." 'Mung Bean' was a short guy who had been grazed on the butt by a piece of an RPG shell. He was obviously uncomfortable sitting or lying down, and faced with 'Rocket's envious and resentful expression, 'Mung Bean' replied irritably, "Why don't you mention how much that chick's gun is worth? I only recognize the TAC-50 among those two guns; I've never even seen the other one. I don't know how much the guns are worth, but I've seen the scope in some magazine. Just that scope alone costs over 30,000." As 'Mung Bean' said this, he looked at the tall man 'Donkey', who was fiddling with a PKM, and sighed, "That black dude's AK74 is even better than our AKM, not to mention the HK416 on his back—with a flip-up sight and a holographic sight, and add a laser designator. That guy's gun is on par with the Navy SEALs. And look at us. When I get back, I'm writing a report; this is bothering me like hell." Having finished with the PKM, 'Donkey' came over to 'Mung Bean', laughing, "What's the matter, you feel wronged? Ain't the AKM good enough anymore? When you just joined the company, you wouldn't let go of it, and now, you're already tired of old things for new? Where's the new stuff? Let me have a look." 'Mung Bean' glanced at 'Donkey', who was affectionately holding the PKM, and shook his head disdainfully, "We all earn our money by risking our lives; what's wrong with wanting some decent gear? If we had had better guns just now, would we have been pinned down, unable to raise our heads, by two snipers? If it weren't for Lu Jun's Remington 700, even Captain Wang wouldn't have been able to fight back. Isn't that shameful?" As the two were arguing, Joe Ga, who was talking to Lu Jun, heard the commotion. He walked over and said to the two countrymen with a laugh, "If you guys want something, just tell me, and I promise to provide you with the best." With that, Joe Ga pointed to the empty space in the warehouse district in the distance and laughed, "Honestly, what you guys really need is a helicopter. It's useful for reconnaissance, transport, and combat. If you had a helicopter, how could you be trapped in this place? I'm right, aren't I?" 'Donkey' hastily waved his hand and said, "We're so poor we're patching our underwear; how can we even think of a helicopter? Just refueling that thing costs a ton of money, and operating it in combat is like burning cash. We can't afford it, just can't." Amused by 'Donkey's' remarks, Joe Ga said with a smile, "No way. It sure is expensive to use back home, but here oil is cheap. At most, it costs 8 yuan per kilometer, and that's in RMB. As long as you can change its oil and such, that machine can fly 8,000 kilometers without any issues." Then Joe Ga took out a few small packets from his backpack, distributed them to the group like handing out cigarettes or booze, and said with a cheerful grin, "Talk to your leaders, who really lets people risk their lives for nothing? Get a helicopter, and the brothers will feel a bit more confident. Wouldn't you agree?" 'Mung Bean' opened the packet and glanced inside, blinked, and showed his companions what was in his packet... A Glock 17 and five round grenades! ```