King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

'Fly' is really enjoying himself now!

Ever since Thompson left Liberia, 'Fly' has been the top dog in Liberian intelligence.

PB has such a reputation in Liberia that 'Fly' doesn't even need to go out of his way to gather intelligence. All he has to do is set up a hotel in downtown Tubruq and have a bar inside, and he can gather most of the intel people together.

The title of a spy sounds impressive, but actually, spies themselves are not all that mysterious.

It's basically just gathering information; sometimes it's enough just to pay attention to local media news and online public opinion.

If it's a bit more technical, you integrate some information and make your judgment, then send the intelligence back to bluff for funding.

The hotel 'Fly' runs perfectly meets the needs of intelligence agents. People don't need to hide—just have a drink and brainstorm over publicly available information.

Of course, each place has a bit of exclusive information, and this 'exclusive information' is valuable intel that can be exchanged for the intelligence one needs.

The information exchange platform set up by 'Fly' has greatly facilitated his integration of Liberian intelligence, making his work efficiency even higher than Thompson's.

Sadly, the valuation of Liberian intelligence is limited, no matter how hard 'Fly' works, his professional ceiling is restricted.

This guy, as an operations supervisor, didn't make it to a high position in the French Intelligence Bureau, so he hasn't earned much money over the past 40 years, and he's been left with a lot of injuries.

Now Her Majesty in Tubruq suddenly transferred him to Congo, which made him very happy.

Look at Pigeon Thompson...

The others may not know, but 'Fly' knows too well; the highest-paid individual in PB isn't Dragon Gecko or Elephant, it's Thompson!

Dragon Gecko gets a level 25 salary with a base of 150,000 US Dollars.

Elephant gets a level 22 salary with a base of 120,000 US Dollars.

Thompson has a unique level 35 salary with a base of 450,000 US Dollars.

PB's salary structure is such that before level 20, base pay increases by 5,000 US Dollars with each level.

From levels 20 to 30, base pay increases by 10,000 US Dollars with each level.

From levels 30 to 40, base pay increases by 50,000 US Dollars with each level.

From levels 40 to 50, base pay increases by 100,000 US Dollars with each level.

Thompson is recognized as the most likely person to touch above level 40 salary under this pay system.

Of course, intelligence work and frontline combat soldiers are different.

PB's special forces teams go on missions very frequently; those who get a 500-a-day bonus can easily rack up 20,000 in a year, and the busiest could earn 200,000, along with various invisible benefits.

'Fly' has done so many things and mixed in so much performance but still only receives a level 15 salary, with a 75,000 base job salary without operational bonuses, which makes him a bit anxious.

In terms of ability, 'Fly' considers himself only slightly inferior to Thompson, but definitely not as much as the salary suggests.

Working is all about money, and when 'Fly' received the notification that he'd been transferred to Congo, he knew his chance had come.

Since arriving at the mansion, 'Fly' has been considering how to express his loyalty to the boss, while continuously sorting the Congo intelligence, wanting to perform well when the boss asks questions.

Frester looked at 'Fly' a bit enviously, smiling and saying, "Buddy, you're going to thrive. The Congo situation is quite complex; if you handle it well, you'll soon catch up to Thompson.

Your French background is a massive advantage here. In the future, if I transfer over, you'd better back me up a bit."

'Fly' raised his middle finger at Frester, saying, "Isn't CIA good?

Your funding and resources are enviable to most peers!"

Upon hearing this, Frester shook his head and said, "That's because Eric helps make arrangements in Washington...

Big Mouth Tang's appointment of the CIA Director has been stuck there. Currently, many people inside CIA are eyeing that position, but Eric's rapport with Big Mouth Tang is solid, which indirectly benefits me also.

But I haven't taken much advantage; most of that money has gone into the Tubruq hotel, which you know."

Saying that, Frester took a glass of whiskey and handed it to 'Fly', saying, "Remember to give me a copy of Tubruq intelligence keys when you leave; that 'Long Legs' won't hold things together, I can lend a hand and accumulate some capital.

Recently, the jihadist organizations in North Africa have been causing quite a stir. We need to prepare a bit.

Do you have any suggestions?"

As a former French Agent, 'Fly's' understanding of North Africa is deeper than most. He nodded slightly and said, "Hold Tubruq and Byrdi, control the politicians elected by the locals, keep a good relationship with Hasan, and be wary of Russian people...

As for other places, my advice is not to meddle too much!

If North Africa stabilizes, the boss would face pressures from the French domestic issues on Congo exerted on him.

Now, the primary work of the boss is no longer counter-terrorism. With the precedents in Iraq and Syria, North African terrorists wouldn't proactively trouble PB.

In fact, if the boss is willing to nod, the Liberian Al-Qaeda is willing to negotiate.

But the boss doesn't want to negotiate with terrorists, and with Al-Qaeda in Haftar, he always needs P·B's support.

The situation in Niger and Mali is the same. As long as the Jihadist organizations don't stop, France won't bother P·B voluntarily.

This situation is good. Everyone does their job well and can maintain relative stability."

Frester listened and gave a thumbs-up, laughing as he said, "You should say this to the boss, best to prepare a detailed report. That way, your salary might increase a level soon.

I'll give you the investigation I recently did in Congo and the general information from various places. You owe me a favor."

'Pigeon' laughed, shook hands with Frester, and said, "I don't know why, but I feel very comfortable working at P·B. Do you feel the same?"

Frester nodded with a smile and said, "Of course!

Our role at P·B isn't as intelligence officers. I don't know how to describe it, but I envy Thompson's state.

No scheming, no secret confrontations, no political pressure, not even the need for counterintelligence...

Working at P·B is very stressful because the boss doesn't like to handle specific matters, but the mind is relaxed.

That's also why I'm increasingly hating working for the CIA, especially after I saw the candidate list for CIA director, there are a few incredibly annoying guys on it..."

'Pigeon' understood Frester's current state particularly well. When someone has a way out, it's hard to maintain a normal mindset toward their existing work, especially when their superior is a jerk.

If Frester weren't the chief officer and had to work under the eyes of unpleasant people, every day would probably feel as painful as swallowing dirt.

Seeing Frester's envy showing through, 'Pigeon' happily said, "Bro, everything will get better!

Oh, I almost forgot, can you let me have York and Sofia?

You know I don't have enough staff right now. I need two experienced technical field operatives to assist me with the work in Congo."

Frester weakly waved his hand and said, "Take them, take them. Those two are Eric's old subordinates, following the boss all the way from Benghazi to Tubruq.

They're very young and lack enthusiasm for the complex work in Liberia, just right for a change of environment."

Frester sighed helplessly and said, "I wonder when the boss will expand externally.

Actually, I think there are many opportunities in South America, and Eastern Europe is good too. I'd also like a change of environment."

'Pigeon' laughed heartily and said, "I think you have a chance. The boss has a special affection for Brazil and will open a branch there sooner or later."

"If you can straighten out the situation in Congo within half a year, then I'll head to Brazil for a stroll..."

As 'Pigeon' was speaking, Joe Ga and Gami appeared at the door of the reception room.

Seeing the two standing up, Joe Ga gestured for them to sit down, then voluntarily walked to the side of the liquor cabinet, pouring a glass of whiskey for himself and Gami.

After signaling with the glass, Joe Ga downed his drink in one gulp, then let out a comfortable sigh, saying, "Pigeon, keep an eye on Congo, and cooperate with Gami to integrate South Kivu Province into our bank control range...

I'll arrange for Team D and a unit of P·B soldiers to stay behind to coordinate with you, plus the river patrol team, which is enough for you to control the situation in Kinshasa.

As long as those Congo officials don't cause trouble, we'll soon be able to quell the disturbances."

'Pigeon' heard this and said in a somewhat strange tone, "Boss, are you leaving Kinshasa?"

Joe Ga naturally replied, "Of course, otherwise why would you be here?"

'Pigeon' heard this and pointed towards the distant spires of the mansion outside the window, saying, "What about those people?"

Joe Ga shrugged indifferently, "Those are patients with infectious diseases...

They only have the significance of being talked about if they survive!"

Seeing 'Pigeon's' odd expression, Joe Ga laughed and said, "If you're free, go and dig up their backgrounds a bit. Anyway, after this matter is over, they need to cough up all their assets in Congo.

Get a clear account of their industries in Congo and hand it over to Gami.

If those people can miraculously survive, then send them to Newborn Town as volunteers.

If these guys can endure two rounds of infection, then the heavens are really protecting them. People shouldn't go against the heavens!"

'Pigeon' blinked, looking at the boss, whose heart seemed as hard as iron, shaking his head and laughing as he said, "The Marburg virus causes severe damage to the immune system. I guess no one can withstand a second infection."

Joe Ga spread his hands and said, "Who can say for sure? If those tycoons' donations arrive, and the hygiene conditions in Newborn Town improve qualitatively, they might not get reinfected..."

Saying that, Joe Ga patted his forehead and remarked, "I almost forgot; Grey Wolf captured a pharmacist who has the formula for a Zika virus vaccine.

Set up a pharmaceutical factory as quickly as possible. G·I·D is gone; we can't let the Zika virus keep spreading."

'Pigeon' took out a notebook and jotted down the boss's requirements, then asked, "Boss, I need clarity on the scope of our actions in Congo!"

Joe Ga hesitated for a moment and waved his hand, saying, "As long as Kabila doesn't interfere with our actions, as long as he doesn't do anything outrageous, he is Congo's top representative."