NOVPUB795: Chapter 723: Joint Air Force Plan
795 -723: Joint Air Force Plan
‘Professor’ was stunned by Joe Ga’s so-called ‘Joint Air Force’…
This wasn’t just some warlord scheming anymore.
If this succeeded, Joe would definitely become the real number two power broker in Central Africa.
Dragging France into this Joint Air Force was a much cheaper and more efficient solution than France stationing its own air forces in Africa.
Originally, the neighboring countries of Central Africa couldn’t even afford fighter jets, as they struggled just to feed themselves.
But once several parties collaborated, it became possible.
To put it bluntly, if those fighter jets truly served the stabilization efforts of several nations, they would become significant political weights, stabilizing the political situations across those nations.
Rebels would then have to opt for more moderate means of dissent.
They would need to pursue their interests through political means rather than exploiting human lives to foment unrest and gain advantage.
If pushed too far, an unbeatable fighter jet would come knocking at their door.
With such beneficial outcomes, France, the big daddy, would definitely fork out some real treasure to gain commanding authority in this Joint Air Force.
What impressed the ‘Professor’ wasn’t the project itself, as there were many details still up for discussion, and France would definitely sabotage it if they didn’t get enough control.
What truly amazed the ‘Professor’ was Joe’s way of thinking; he always seemed to find a bizarre angle to slice into a problem and use the mutually beneficial outcome to gain acceptance.
Organizing an African version of the Joint Air Force was ideal.
If the African Union agreed to invest, that would be best; once France agreed to participate, the Joint Air Force would become a reality.
The ‘Professor’ nodded in admiration and said, “With the Joint Air Force, those African nations can benefit directly.
Stability is more important than anything!”
Hu Lang, you’re doing something incredible!”
Joe Ga, imagining his future air base full of African natives and Frenchmen pounding tables and benches declaring the bombardment of a non-treaty country, felt a headache coming on.
Joe Ga didn’t actually want to spearhead this project because just balancing the interests of France and the locals could make Joe lose all his hair.
But the thing had reached this point!
At first, the two L-159 jets seemed manageable, and Joe had pinched his nose and supported them.
Later, Iraq sent over two Su-25s to clear a debt, and Turkey ‘gifted’ four F-16s and two C-130s, with more Griffin-1s to follow…
As the toy arsenal grew, Joe couldn’t disappoint Cobra and his veteran air force bunch.
So push forward he must!
The worst-case scenario would just be a project failure with the toys getting mothballed!
Disrespectfully spoken, now the Presidents of Central Africa and Congo had to watch Joe’s face, as Joe had rallied a large cluster of interest groups; if he became unhappy, their presidential seats would hang in the balance…
P·B could engage in whatever activities in Africa.
Sometimes, the French needed to consult with P·B to avoid misunderstandings that could lead to unpleasantness.
Having or not having fighter jets didn’t decisively influence P·B’s standing in Africa.
But as P·B’s involvement and influence grew, this power would become pivotal in certain international fields.
P·B wasn’t the strange Wagner type, nor one of those giants dependent on America’s Defense Department; it was an independent private military company with its own stance and thinking.
To choke P·B?
No problem, he could just retract back to Africa.
At this stage, P·B’s influence in Africa had grown to a point where even the French had to tread carefully.
Joe Ga was no longer the small fry worried that a missile might land on his head one day.
He had enough influence and the capability to retaliate.
Dragging Central Africa and Congo into a war with France was not realistic, but sending someone to France to eliminate those who maliciously targeted P·B was entirely within his capabilities.
The worst-case scenario would merely be facing sanctions or an arms trade ban, but as long as China did not abandon Joe, he could withstand it!
Joe Ga talked to the ‘Professor’ about his future and ideals…
Two individuals, once novices who met in obscurity, had both grown to stand on their own.
Joe spoke in great lengths, and the ‘Professor’ could understand immediately and even offer some practical advice.
Their conversation was very enjoyable, and Joe even spontaneously bought some outrageously expensive beverages from Jacques, sharing a drink with the ‘Professor’, and setting a date for his ‘revenge’.
Within three months, the ‘Professor’s’ injuries would be completely healed, and it would also be a critical time in America.
Joe would escort the ‘Professor’ home, pull out those bastards who had betrayed him and kill them, while getting to know the ‘Professor’s’ friend running for the presidency of Seville, Mr.
Prime Minister Zivojin.
After settling the matters in Seville, he would take advantage of the election chaos in America and make a trip to Abu Dhabi to meet with CIA and military intelligence to discuss some ‘treasonous’ deals.
After building relationships with these people, he could strike a lethal blow to the old dame amidst the chaos, quietly extracting himself, and collecting his ‘reward’ from the Republican Party.
In good conscience, Joe Ga had been a bit uneasy about getting involved in the American election at the beginning.
But now the situation was becoming very interesting, continuous updates from Eric confirmed that everyone wanted a piece of the American election…
For instance, the old lady had secured funding from Shah and had united part of Wall Street’s big shots.
And Catfish Depp had even found several Russian sponsors and, with the help of Senator Reed, garnered support from a few redneck states and was setting up shop among America’s lower middle class.
The guy swore to arm wrestle the old lady and then personally kick the black president out.
The more chaotic things became, the higher the chances of him succeeding by muddying the waters.
Joe Ga planned to head to America by September at the latest to finish his cleanup operations, and while at it, make some acquaintances on the ‘Heinz list’ to see if he could get some dependable contracts from the Pentagon to stop the bleeding of his wallet.
After chatting with the ‘Professor’, Joe Ga was feeling great…
Just as he was about to invite the ‘Professor’ to find a spot to sit down in the estate, he saw a fat man followed by several beautiful girls walking over from the distant suspension bridge.
Eric, who he hadn’t seen in a long while, had gained some weight, and the deliberately grown beard didn’t add any more male hormones to him.
With a sly grin on his face and his legs squeezed together as he walked, Joe Ga felt the urge to punch him.
Seeing Joe Ga on the bridge, Eric proudly walked over wanting to hug him, and even after getting punched, he didn’t get angry…
This fat man was now proudly thriving, having partnered with Qiao Liang in the drone blimp business which was making money, and although the hunting group was not, they had recruited a ‘money is dirt’ kind of guy, Sayyid, who alone demanded a salary of 1 million a year.
That wasn’t even counting the fat man’s investments in the ‘Pirate Fund’ and ‘P·B Bank’.
This son of the Kopke family was now fulfilling his dreams while making loads of money — was he not entitled to a little pride? 𝚗ovp𝚞b.𝚌om
As if oblivious to Joe Ga’s disdain, Eric proudly slapped his arm, dodged his old punch, jumped back, pulled the three girls behind him and proudly announced, “Ta-da…
Let me introduce you: these three ladies are the Syrian shooting champions, the three sisters Shali, Tali, Yali…
I personally went to the safe zone to bring them here.
They will be the range managers and instructors at the Ndele branch.
Hu Lang, give me some credit.
My sniper rescue plan has saved our hunting company a lot of trouble.”
Upon hearing this, Joe Ga nodded at the three girls, noting by their looks that these girls were not Kurdish, but Syrians…
If Eric could bring them out from the safe zone, it meant it was running according to his vision.
The area was a safety zone for all war victims, not just for the Kurdish.
Accepting Syrians was a fantastic start!
After greeting the three sisters, Joe Ga pushed disdainfully at Eric, then he said to the three girls, “That’s perfect, tomorrow I’m accompanying some princes on a hunt, you come along, let me assess your performance…
The clients we receive here are generally not the low end; I need you to be professional enough so I can confidently entrust you with handling the shooting range and shotgun sales.”
The three sisters were quite attractive, though they seemed a bit restrained…
Upon hearing Joe Ga’s words, the eldest, Shali, nodded and said, “Sir, we won’t disappoint you!”
Then Shali hesitated a moment, her eyes hopeful, and asked, “Sir, Eric said we could meet the legendary Devil Bird here, can we visit her?”
Realizing that his lady was probably more popular than himself with these female snipers, Joe Ga didn’t mind, and cheerfully nodded, saying, “Devil Bird is right inside…”
Then looking at Eric, Joe Ga asked, “What have you been exaggerating about Devil Bird?”
Eric looked cluelessly at Joe Ga and said, “Don’t you know?
Devil Bird updated her status on a sniper website, she’s broken the record previously held by Antar and is now the creator of the longest-distance combat shot by a woman.
Shali has always been the long-distance record holder in the Syrian region, and now she naturally wants to meet Devil Bird.
Hu Lang, you’d better be careful, Devil Bird is now a superstar among female snipers.
She’s more popular than you!”
Joe Ga laughed at Eric’s antics, waved his hand, and said, “No matter how tough Devil Bird is, she’s my sister.
You, on the other hand, bragging like a fool, what’s that about?
I’ve arranged a shooting contest with a few princes tomorrow; 500,000 US dollars are just for entry.
Do you have the money?
If not, tomorrow you’re just carrying guns around…”
Though Eric was lousy, when it came to shooting competitions, he was dead serious!
$500,000 was enough to make Eric wince, but this guy was that crazy type of competitive shooting enthusiast, being left out of the action was a huge torture for him.
“I’m in.
I brought my WA2000 this time; I will definitely impress you guys!”
Judging the giving-behavior Eric, Joe Ga smirked and said, “Then be ready to write a check; I thank you on behalf of the schoolchildren of Central Africa for your donation!”
