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Now that Karman was circling around, as long as they could force their enemies out of hiding into the main road of the village, Joe Ga was confident he could take them down.

Though Karman was not a formally trained soldier, the old man who had fought all his life knew better than anyone how to battle.

The two sides became deadlocked, and after about 10 minutes, the Italian Dorian, squeezed between two trucks, was the first to crack. Being all alone, he was especially worried that Joe Ga and his team would abandon him, and if that happened, he would be done for.

This guy, retired from \'Leather Headgear\', may not have been top-notch in wilderness combat, but urban fighting like this was his forte.

He quickly glanced to the side and then pulled back; no bullets came after him...

Dorian peeked out swiftly once more, still no bullets came.

On the third attempt, Dorian threw out his jacket, and this time several bullets hit it, warning him not to think about escaping.

But the moment the jacket hit the ground, Dorian dashed out, crouching and with his AK74 firing wildly behind him, he actually managed to suppress those few gunmen.

When he dashed out of the enemies\' line of fire and turned into a building, a rocket-propelled grenade hit the crevice where the four had been hiding.

The fragments from the rocket grenade explosion created terrifying high temperatures and lethality; two gunmen died on the spot, and the other two fled the alley in a sorry state, only to be hit by two bullets as soon as they showed their heads.

Joe Ga\'s SVD still aimed for the head, while Nis\'s TAC-50 was much crueler.

The bullet hit the shoulder of the last unlucky one, blowing half of his body apart, splattering blood and innards all over the place.

Standing on the roof, Karman saw the fight was over, so he fired another rocket grenade into the place those guys had been hiding—as a finishing touch.

Afterward, the old man climbed down from the roof with ease, sizing up the \'White Ghost\' Dorian as he passed by, then shook his head with a bit of disdain, apparently dissatisfied with his impatient attitude earlier.

If it hadn\'t been for Dorian\'s action, the four men would have likely stayed together, and the first rocket grenade could have wiped them all out.

As a result of Dorian\'s movement, they mistook it as Joe Ga and his team preparing to attack, naturally spreading out and thus reducing the rocket grenade\'s effectiveness.

Seeing the battle completely over, Joe Ga spoke while walking down, pressing his throat mic, "Devil Bird stays for surveillance, Dragon Gecko, go check on that photographer and make sure he doesn\'t die."

Joe Ga tried not to look at the corpses riddled with holes, quickly stepping over the pile of bodies that resembled a charnel ground at the bottom of the dirt slope.

In a few minutes, Joe Ga arrived at the cabin where the spy had been hiding.

When Joe Ga arrived, Karman had already secured the man.

Turns out, the guy was a Caucasian…

Hit by a 7.62 sniper round in the forearm, this guy\'s right forearm was completely ruined.

The bullet tore a large gap in the middle of his forearm; the bone was definitely shattered, only a bit of flesh and skin clinging together.

When Joe Ga entered the house, he was greeted by a piercing scream.

Watching Karman sever the pesky forearm of the guy completely with a hunting knife and then tying off his upper arm with shoelaces, Joe Ga walked over, bent down, picked up the camera, and checked it...

Looking at the photos inside, Joe Ga squatted in front of the spy and said sternly, "Who are you, and what are you trying to do with these photos?"

The spy had a big beard and said in pain, "I am a journalist from Agence France-Presse. I received information that this place would be the scene of an arms deal between Chinese people and terrorists, so I came."

Joe Ga flipped through the photos, clearly focused on Boss Huang, closed his eyes to think for a moment, took out his cell phone, turned on the camera mode, and then asked, "How do you plan to report this?

China supports terrorists in Darfur?

How much money did you receive? Who contacted you?

Don\'t play dumb with me; you should be well aware that those Chinese people\'s goal was an exchange for hostages, and you are trying to fabricate fake news."

As he spoke, Joe Ga pulled out his handgun and pressed it against the bearded journalist\'s forehead, saying coldly, "Give me one reason not to kill you, five, four, three, two, one..."

"I\'ll tell, I\'ll tell! It was an Englishman; I don\'t know who he is, but I could tell from his accent. He gave me fifty thousand British Pounds in cash to come here and take pictures of the deal between the Chinese and the terrorists, then publish them in the newspapers.

We met in Weiss Hotel in Kamu; he approached me first, I\'ve told you everything, I\'ve told..."

"Bang!"

Joe Ga shot the big-bearded journalist\'s head through, then stood up and said to Karman, "Dispose of all the bodies, we leave tonight to make a turn at Jindawei\'s camp; I\'m a bit interested in that pretentious black man from before now."

Saying this, Joe Ga saw Dorian standing at the doorway, managed a strained smile, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Help with the bodies, I\'ll give you a thousand bucks."

Dorian\'s eyes lit up at the mention of money and said, "Give me fifty thousand, and I\'ll come with you to hit Jindawei\'s camp, of course, I\'ll help you with the bodies too."

Joe Ga looked at Dorian as if he were a fool, shook his head, and said, "You wish, if money was that easy to make, I\'d have been rich by now.

Just a thousand, take it or leave it!"

Seeing Joe Ga\'s serious expression, Dorian volunteered, "Then five thousand, I\'m a very good assault soldier, proficient in using MP-5 and MP-7 for infiltration operations.

You must be interested in rescuing hostages, right? There are at least three hundred people at Jindawei\'s camp; I can definitely be of help."

Joe Ga was amused by Dorian\'s greediness; he thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Alright, five thousand. Help clear out the bodies, and then we\'ll set off."

After sending Dorian on his way, Joe Ga went to where the pickup trucks were parked and called Nis to drive both pickup trucks into the village.

Dorian, who was handling the bodies, saw one of the pickup trucks with a conspicuously designed B-8 rocket nest in the bed, looked at Joe Ga incredulously and asked, "Who are you, really?"

Joe Ga spread his hands, smiling, and said, "I\'m an arms dealer, nicknamed \'Hu Lang.\'"