From arms dealer to king of war

The gold mine is only less than 40 kilometers away from the camp.

Qiao Jia and the others wandered around in the jungle for more than ten years before they found this place, but it only took less than half an hour for the helicopter to fly to this place.

The cargo capacity of the Mi-8 is very good. The three Mi-8s not only brought doctors, medicines, chefs, and food, but also brought enough ammunition and fuel for a small-scale battle.

The old guy ‘Cobra’ was tired of flying the Toucan as a reconnaissance plane, so he defeated the ‘Fat Goose’ with a punch and got the right to pilot the helicopter in this battle.

‘Ace’ can not only fly fixed-wing fighter jets, helicopters are like toys to them.

When he came here, he was fully armed and brought his own fuel. When he went back, he definitely didn't want to take anything back with him.

Qiao Jia admires these old guys. The only bad thing is that fighting for these old guys is too expensive.

Forget about the rocket nest, that thing is cheap.

What anti-tank missiles do you want? If two people sit at the door of the cabin and hold machine guns, can they not kill them?

What car can block 12.7mm ammunition in Afika?

Qiao Jia glanced at the expensive Mi-8 again, then hid the pain in his heart and welcomed the three old men into the barracks where the smell of blood had not yet dissipated.

Asking Antal to make them a pot of bitter local leaf tea, watching the three old guys drink it and then bragging about the good tea to Antal without conscience, Qiao Jia felt a little happier.

When he walked out of the barracks, he saw Father Gamore, Gemma Alexander, and TC coming together.

Father Gamor walked up to Qiao Jia first, he lowered his head and was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "I'm sorry, I had some misunderstandings about you before.

You have proven your kindness to this land..."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Jia quickly waved his hands and said: "No, I don't need other people's approval, let alone give me a high hat. This is my territory, and of course I want to keep my goodwill here.

If you are truly sorry, then you should find a way to help those people get back on their feet.

They can either stay and continue working, and of course I will provide fresh food and a salary.

Either they have to leave here quickly, I can't support so many people in vain, and my money doesn't come from strong winds. "

Father Gamor was choked for a moment, and then said with a sad expression: "Those people need long-term cultivation and psychological treatment, otherwise they will never be able to return to their past state."

Qiao Jia was amused by Father Gamor's appearance. He spread his hands and said, "Then should I find a psychiatrist for them and give them an 80-day paid holiday?"

As he spoke, Qiao Jia shook his head and sneered: "Brother, although you have been in the jungle, you don't seem to understand the poor.

The first thing they want is to 'live' before they can think about anything else.

People who have had this experience will never be able to return to their original state in their lifetime, but they are still alive. They need to eat while they are alive, and they have to work if they want to eat.

You don’t have to work for me, but you can’t just eat and drink here for free.

When they have a little savings, they can't help but think about what their life should be like.

It is your right to pray with them, and I encourage you to do so. But if you want to turn them into moths, and it is me who is eating them, then I cannot agree.

Because I don’t have the budget for this, and I have no sympathy for people who still can’t stand up on their own despite conditions.

I don't discriminate against such people, but I won't provide help to such people. "

After speaking, Qiao Jia looked at Father Gamor with a bitter expression on his face. He hesitated and said, "You may be a good person, but you really don't seem to understand the poor.

The poor are like weeds, they can grow if given some nutrients. They never want much.

I feel your kindness, but I can't help you realize it.

How about you call the Vatican?

I guarantee that as long as they are willing to donate generously, the support will fall into your hands.

When the time comes when you have money, you can do whatever you want, and I promise I won’t put any obstacles in your way. "

Father Gamore has the unique "compassion" of Europeans and Americans, which is similar to the attitude of dog lovers towards dogs.

Some of them are indeed willing to spend real money to save those dogs that are about to be sent to the dining table. Can you say that they are not kind?

These people have been spoiled by their privileged life, and they all have a unique "naivety".

It is irresponsible to arbitrarily classify them as annoying virgin bitches. In fact, when society enters the stage of prosperity and people get rid of poverty, this kind of naivety will be very common.

Apart from those bastards who talk about doctrines but only care about business in their hearts, and keyboard warriors who are only responsible for online condemnation, those who really retain this kind of "innocence" are actually quite cute sometimes.

But this kind of ‘naivety’ needs the support of the general environment, otherwise it will be regarded as a kind of ‘arrogance’.

Even after staying in the jungle for a long time, Father Gamor's 'high profile' still remains.

From Qiao Jia's point of view, it is not uncomfortable to have personal contact with people like Father Gamor. It's just that we are not on the same channel and can't find a common language.

These emotional guys have the ability to empathize so that they can feel the pain of those workers, but they still cannot touch the hearts of the workers because they have never truly felt the endless despair!

After Father Gamor was rejected, he lowered his head and thought seriously for a long time. Then he seemed to think of something. He cheered up and said in a rough voice: "You are right, it is unrealistic to find a psychiatrist for them. Giving them a holiday is even more unrealistic.

But we can make the people who enslaved them pay, and at least let these people get some compensation.

I have a team, and as long as you provide a little ammunition, we can follow you.

God teaches us to be kind, but does not teach us to compromise with the devil! "

As he spoke, Father Gamor looked into Qiao Jia's eyes and said in an unprecedented serious tone: "My people are familiar with the jungle, and we can help you eliminate those drug dealers."

Father Gamore, whose attitude has changed, finally has a bit of the legendary 'Machine Gun Father' demeanor.

But Qiao Jia really didn't need him to help him fight the war, and he didn't want to use it even if he didn't need money, because instead of providing them with ammunition, it would be better to persuade them to come here to help him mine.

Qiao Jia shook his head and rejected Father Gamor's proposal, and said with a smile: "If you are really willing to help, then bring two people who are familiar with the jungle to my base.

We created a digital map of the jungle, but there were many spots on it that we couldn't identify.

If you are willing to help, it will save us a lot of work.

That's enough for me!

I remember I told you that I was paid to fight, and I cared more about time than the combat power you provided. "

As he spoke, Qiao Jia pointed to the heavily armed Mi-8 Hippo and Sanderson and the others who were helping the black men peel cassava. He smiled and said: "As long as I can confirm the enemy's position, what do you think of this jungle?" Can anyone stop me?

Man, I don't want to explain to you why I'm so anxious to get rid of the drug dealers on my land, but I believe it should be confirmed that I have good intentions for this land.

But I didn’t come to Afika to do charity, and I’m not the wealthy big shot you imagined.

I came with a sword and an olive branch, hoping to go home with enough wealth and honor.

Whoever causes trouble for me is my enemy! "

Since Father Gamor proposed to recruit his own team to help Qiao Jia fight, it means that he recognized what Qiao Jia was doing in this mine.

Providing medical care and food to the rescued workers without restricting their freedom was beyond Father Gamor's best imagination.

Now that he was rejected by Qiao Jia, Father Gamor was not only not angry, but also believed Qiao Jia's previous statement even more.

No one in Afika would push out the combat power that comes to his door, unless he really has no intention of using people as cannon fodder.

Although Father Gamore suffered from two consecutive contacts, his character did not change, but his perception of Qiao Jia changed 180 degrees.

Putting away his inherent 'pride', Father Gamor truly fulfilled his responsibilities as a priest and began to approach the seemingly insensitive workers, trying to use comfort, prayer and his own medical skills to make them feel better.

After sending away the stubborn and naive Father Gamor, Qiao Jia spread his hands towards the average-looking Gemma Alexander and said with a smile: "What do you want from me?

You should have seen that I am very busy now..."

TC patted his fiancée on the shoulder, then walked up to Qiao Jia, shook his hands firmly, and said, "Well done!

Sanderson is right, you are a special team! "

After hearing this, Qiao Jia smiled and said: "I feel very happy to be recognized by a cowboy.

But I don’t think you came here specifically to praise me..."

Gemma Alexander, who had been standing next to TC with a gentle expression, suddenly said: "We want to cooperate with you..."

"Why?"

Qiao Jia spread his hands in confusion and said, "What's the need?

You are in Sangha Town. If I remember correctly, I have arranged for someone to go there to arrange a hospital for you.

I have fulfilled my promise, and we have actually cooperated. What do you mean by telling me this now? "

Gemma said with a heavy expression: "We haven't gone to Sangha Town yet, but we followed Father Gamor and saw many things in the jungle that we couldn't even imagine in the past.

The mortality rate among children here is so high that they need enough vaccines and adults need more medicines.

I called my parents and they put me in touch with several pharmaceutical companies and convinced them to agree to sponsor my move.

But those pharmaceutical companies have conditions..."

Qiao Jia frowned and said, "What does this have to do with me?"

Gemma nodded slightly, shook her head, and then said in a slightly apologetic tone: "Those pharmaceutical companies need enough publicity, but this is not a particularly good place because safety cannot be fully guaranteed.

We have encountered three attacks in the jungle in the past twenty days, all of which were kidnapping operations against us. Those people thought they could use us in exchange for wealth..."

Qiao Jia waved his hand and said: "I still don't understand, your fiancé is an elite member of the airborne rescue team, and even your nurse has experience in being deployed.

If those pharmaceutical companies want to come here to shoot some material for gimmicks, the worst they can do is hire some PMCs.

What does this have to do with me? "

Gemma showed an expectant smile on her face and said, "Listen to me..."