He did not discuss business with 'Jackal' either, in order to avoid spoiling his mood.
Upon the vehicle stopping, he found 'Jackal' to be reliable.
The real P·B training facility was isolated from the outside, a four-story concrete building serving as the offices and dormitories for core members.
On both sides there were several huge barns, one of which had been cleared out, with several elderly farmers using welding torches to create cages to be used as temporary detention rooms upon completion.
The exterior walls of the small building lacked any decoration, the mottled concrete surface giving it a desolate appearance, but once inside, it was different...
Terrazzo floors, pristine white walls, nothing flashy, simple, clear, and fully functional.
The second floor had been cleared for a large space; the meeting room was converted into a temporary command center, just awaiting Bayar to bring over the equipment for installation and configuration.
Adjoining the meeting room were an equipment room and a changing room...
There was nothing in the empty meeting room. Joe Ga walked around and had Ayu and Dorian bring in their 'personally provided' equipment in huge suitcases to the equipment room.
Then, he went to the changing room to change out of his suit, donning combat trousers and a T-shirt on top...
When he put on the tactical vest, Joe Ga finally felt back in his element.
Urban combat is different from the field; with vehicle support, there's no need to carry much.
An HK416, two pistols, six magazines...
Just as Joe Ga was about to load flashbang grenades, smoke grenades, and gas grenades into a small tactical backpack, Bayar, who had entered, paused at the door...
Faced with the watchful gaze of 'Spur' and 'Orange Cat', Bayar pondered for a moment before saying, "Sir, our people are assembling the equipment, do you need to take a look?"
Joe Ga waved nonchalantly and said, "You guys just handle it, I'm waiting for Thompson's news. As soon as he extracts the intelligence, we're off."
Speaking, Joe Ga patted his head and added, "You'd better contact Donald's team. You should coordinate the security in New Jersey. Our manpower is limited, and your status is perfect for mobilizing the FBI."
Originally, Bayar wanted to ask what Joe Ga was planning, but he ended up being ordered around like a workhorse by Boss Qiao...
After standing stunned for a few seconds, Bayar saw the gleeful expression on Joe Ga as he cycled the action on his gun, wisely closed his mouth, and turned to leave to look for the communicative Thompson...
Dorian put on his helmet and clasped the G36C to his chest, hopping on the spot. He chuckled to 'Spur' while feeling lighter than ever, "You know, I love coming to America, because there are no tough guys here. Fighting here, I don't even need to bring a grenade launcher."
'Spur' responded with an annoyed middle finger and said, "It's not that you don't need to bring it; it's that you're not allowed to...
Buddy, you can't treat this like Iraq. Our boss needs captives this time."
As 'Spur' turned his attention to Ayu, who was fiddling with a Minimi light machine gun and a Scorpion Backpack, he said resignedly, "King Kong, we don't need that much firepower here..."
Ayu played with the Minimi, which seemed like a toy in her hands, and shook her head, "I don't ..."
Saying so, she picked up a small Scorpion Backpack, loaded with 800 rounds, and added, "I even less..."
Seeing Ayu looking somewhat 'wronged,' 'Spur' said hopelessly, "There's no Godzilla in New York; this is enough.
The boss wants captives..."
'Spur' emphasized "we need captives," making Joe Ga subtly shake his head...
"Don't worry about captives; we won't set limits for ourselves. If there are any, we'll capture a few on the way; if not, we move on to the next stop.
Thompson will always find us the right target..."
As Joe Ga spoke, Thompson entered the equipment room...
Seeing his armed boss, Thompson shook his head with a wry smile, "Boss, you owe each one of us a drink. Hitting the battlefield with you, we all risk being disliked by Devil Bird."
Joe Ga laughed heartily, "One drink isn't enough; I've got you covered for a year of booze.
Shit, I haven't shot a gun properly since Iraq; I need some enemies to remind me I haven't gone soft..."
Faced with his belligerent boss, Thompson said with a smile, "Well, you'll have a worthy opponent this time...
The people we caught are from a Russian Mafia group in Queens.
They were ordered to monitor the hospital situation, probably looking for an opportunity to take out Eric.
I've got the addresses of a few of their key properties; now we just wait for Bayar and the team to set up the gear, and then use the phone numbers to track their boss's location."
Upon hearing this, Joe Ga whistled and added a few extra grenades to his bag, then looking at the ready 'Jackal', he said with a smile, "Buddy, any qualms about taking on the Russian Mafia?"
'Jackal' paused for a moment, then shook his head, "One of Signal Flag's key missions was to fight the Mafia.
Those bastards don't become heroes just because they're in America; they're even more vicious when they prey on Russians."
Joe Ga listened and gave a slight nod, "Looks like the Mafias everywhere are all the same..."
Saying so, Joe Ga slung the compact tactical backpack on his back and added with a smile, "Let's move out. Either way, let's make some noise first."
As Joe Ga spoke, Danny Logan entered the equipment room. Seeing the fully armed group, he dejectedly tugged at his reddened earlobes, "Can I get a bulletproof vest? I suddenly feel all wrong!"
Then Danny looked over the variety of grenades and other items on the table, speaking with resignation, "I left my red headband and Rambo Knife at home, maybe I can't be much help?"
Seeing Danny wanting to back out, Joe Ga sneered, "You wish. Thompson will contact you soon, you're in charge of clearing the way for us, keep the New York cops out of our hair...
Remember, you begged me to let you follow!"
Danny, already knowing he couldn't stop Joe Ga's madness, turned and hugged the door of the equipment room, slamming his head against it, expressing his frustration...
With a loud "bang", the noise startled a new girl.
DEA agent Estelle had received a Homeland Security order to come coordinate with P·B's operation.
Expecting an easy job with a chance for recognition, this Latina was taken aback upon seeing Joe Ga, along with familiar faces Dorian and Ayu, in the equipment room...
She clutched her head and wailed in pain...
"I knew it, I knew it, good things never come my way!"