King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Bearded women aren't rare, but a maned lioness is extremely unusual.

Although it was just a sparse mane, the significance of such a feature was altogether different.

Hearing John's ceaseless urging to get in the car, Joe Ga took out his cellphone and snapped a few photos of the lioness, then got back into the vehicle.

After smelling a strange odor, he shook his head and urged, "Drive faster, it hasn't been that long, but the body is starting to stink."

Ayu heard her boss's complaint, rinsed her hands with water, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Boss, it's not the smell of a corpse..."

Joe Ga turned to ask her, then realized that both the corpse and the injured in the back seat had lost control of their bladder and bowels.

Freeman, who had his belly torn open by a lion, probably wasn't dead at the time. He must have been holding out until he defecated in his pants before dying.

Joe Ga gestured to Ayu, who was about to explain, to be quiet, and then urged John, "Let's go, let's go, the smell will be less if we run."

As he spoke, Joe Ga seemed to think of something. While John sped up, Joe Ga took out his handgun and shot at the four corners of the trunk's window. As the vehicle moved, the glass shattered and fell away, and, with the creation of a draft, the foul smell indeed disappeared.

Seeing John's expression also easing quite a bit, Joe Ga curiously asked, "Why is this pride so strange?

The arrogant leader posing, the low-key deputy fighting, and the mother lioness who looks like a male lion.

And they drag their prey into trees like leopards; what's going on here?"

John, distinguishing directions as he drove, explained, "Such cases aren't rare.

In South Africa, Namibia, and Mozambique, prides ruled by brother lions have been found.

Arthur's Queen, Naxia, was once a wandering lioness with exceptional hunting abilities and evolved a bit of a mane from constantly facing danger, which has been discovered elsewhere too.

As for dragging prey up trees..."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

John glanced through the rearview mirror, shook his head, and said, "They do it because they are full and drag what they can't eat up the trees.

First, it helps shields the leftovers from the eyes of vultures in the sky, and second, it thwarts any hyenas that try to take advantage. Lions can climb trees, especially the lionesses and the little lions. The males don't, simply because they're too large and can't find a suitable space to climb."

Joe Ga nodded in sudden understanding, then turned back to look at the African guide Samo, who started groaning due to the bumpy ride, and curiously asked, "Why didn't the lions kill him?"

John paused for a moment then said, "If you ask them, they'll tell you it's the protection of their ancestors.

But, in reality, they were probably just preserving their food..."

"I'll be damned~"

Joe Ga was stunned by John's words, then said with a laugh, "Isn't that a little too clever? According to your logic, won't those lions start herding sheep in a few decades?"

John blinked, then laughed and shook his head, "Not just lions, most of the carnivores of the savannah are accustomed to hunting prey that is weaker.

In fact, they inadvertently assist the herbivores in the survival of the fittest, how different is that from the selective breeding of calves by herdsmen?

Antelopes, zebras, and wildebeests are actually accustomed to having lions around, because as long as the big guys aren't hungry, they aren't in danger, and the lions even help keep away other carnivores.

Nature is amazing; it has its system for natural selection, but our intervention has changed everything because we are greedier...

Lions are powerful, but they are not greedy at all, as long as they're fed, they don't attack other animals."

Joe Ga liked people like John; listening to his teachings did not bore him but instead engaged him in the discussion...

"So do you think my resort is a form of greed?"

John heard this, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I don't know, in some people's eyes it might be, because the resort is extracting benefits from the savannah.

But I prefer to see it as a compromise.

Because protecting the environment and wildlife shouldn't come at the cost of human suffering.

If people here live without dignity, then what good is an environment like paradise?

Extreme poverty only makes things worse, and poaching is just one of its byproducts, there's worse out there.

Civilization has broken the constraints of time and space to reach here, and if we still demand that local people retain primitive habits to promote so-called harmonious nature, then that's a trampling on human nature.

You can't show them the existance of modern civilization and then restrict them from touching it, from pursuing a life different from their past.

Such an approach is not only selfish but also foolish!"

Joe Ga nodded slightly in agreement. Modern consumerism not only impacted people from developed countries, but the shock was even greater for those in more backward regions.

In the past, when they fell ill, they could only turn to witch doctors, but now they are aware of the existence of medical doctors and know about effective medications.

And all of these require money to access!

How to make money? What can people who usually hustle just to get by do without enough job opportunities?

Poaching is the least of crimes; robbery is a quicker way to make money, and there are plenty of people doing it elsewhere.

The area around the national park still has too few people and relatively limited information; the local population maintains a somewhat simple character.

Visit those places with tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, even millions of poor people and you'll see just how much human nature can be warped under the onslaught of consumerism.

It's not simply about making ends meet, but about money and desire.

The places that are most thoroughly washed by consumerism and simultaneously the poorest are invariably the most chaotic, and this standard applies relatively accurately anywhere in the world.

"I want..."

This is the driving force behind the majority of crimes; the state of the employment environment, the ease of upward mobility, and the level of public security management determine whether people strive to earn or resort to crime to get what they want.

The drug traffickers in Colombia and Mexico clearly chose the latter and then turned their own countries into places people speak of with dread.

John's words made Joe Ga feel that he might not be so mercenary after all, considering he did contribute something.

At the very least, he contributed to some job creation, alleviating some families' livelihood issues.

Provide employment and then combat poaching, only this can ensure long-term stability and peace.

The people of P·B should be like lions, they can be warlike, but they are not greedy!

It had never occurred to Joe Ga that his approach in Sangha Town was actually based on this logic.

'Unite all forces that can be united' is just a method!!

It's not merely about promoting force and sharing profits; the ample job opportunities provided by the industrial chain are the core reason why Sangha Town and the surrounding Tribes did not revolt.

In the past, Joe Ga hadn't realized this, or perhaps he had a faint sense but could not articulate it clearly, thus failing to form his own operational logic.

People need to grow step by step, and the diverse range of people they meet along the way, as well as the reflections these encounters provoke, make the process all the more tortuous and interesting.

No one is born a leader, but now Joe Ga vaguely felt a bit of the responsibility and logic that come with leadership.

The feeling was strange; there was no pressure to be accountable to anyone, but rather an odd sense of clarity.

'With great power comes great responsibility' is just some seemingly sensible nonsense.

The strong should be like lions; they are lazy, fond of fighting, but not greedy!

In the past, Joe Ga acted like a hyena, taking life as it came, satisfied with whatever he could scavenge; his Central African iron mine was essentially a byproduct of such a state.

But now, Joe Ga had a clearer mindset and a set of core principles.

The logic of a lion!!

This logic might not stand in developed countries, because their advancement is due to their success, and successful people naturally have their own set of principles.

However, in places of chaos and poverty, Joe Ga's logic could be especially effective.

I came bearing arms and olive branches; if you listen to me, I will share the profits, create jobs, stabilize the social environment, and we can all make money together. Ideally, we can even expand the pie and share it more widely.

As long as this logic is supported by reasonably strong military force, even applied to gangs, it could enable the rapid growth of those gangs.

"Unite all forces that can be united"

"Protect the interests of the grassroots"

Stripped of their spiritual aspect, these two sentences are the underlying code of this logic!!

Sometimes, an 'epiphany' comes that suddenly; a few words from someone leading to a chain reaction that makes Joe Ga suddenly understand things he had never considered before.

The truth, when broken down, is understood by everyone, but very few can integrate it into their lives and careers and persist with it.

While the strange clarity in his mind hadn't faded, Joe Ga instinctively used his phone to capture the image of Arthur watching him leave as he passed a bush.

When Joe Ga passed by Arthur, not more than 5 meters apart, he did not feel a trace of fear; on the contrary, it was Ayu in the back seat who tensed up.

It wasn't until they drove into 'N'Dele' that Joe Ga snapped out of his reverie.

Seeing Nis and the others who had been waiting on the main road of the town, Joe Ga got out of the car and instinctively embraced Nis. He was about to continue hugging the others when he was playfully butted by an eager young elephant, sending him tumbling awkwardly to the ground.

Cradling the big head of the creature, he said to Linda, who had come to assist with his work, "In a week, I'll present a proposal, and I want the decision-makers to listen patiently until I've finished explaining it. Is that okay?"

Joe Ga spoke with a smile, his tone not very harsh, yet Linda felt a great deal of pressure; this impetuous boss of hers had never given off such a vibe before.

Startled for a moment, Linda saw Joe Ga smiling at her and quickly nodded, saying, "Don't worry, I'll prepare the meeting room and gather everyone who can directly affect the national park.

My grandfather is the minister of the Central African Agriculture Development Department, and my mother, Ale DuBelle, is the minister of Central Africa's 'Environment, Sustainable Development, Forests, Rivers, Hunting, and Fisheries Department.' She would certainly be happy to hear your opinions about this place."

The oddly long ministerial title made Joe Ga pause before he continued, rubbing the scruffy elephant's head and saying with a laugh, "I didn't expect my assistant's support team to be so full of talents.

Ask your mother if your family would be interested in having a stake in my resort.

You don't have to invest financially; just ensure my profits are protected legally, and I'll give you 5% of the profit share every year."

As he spoke, Joe Ga pointed at the Jeep John had driven back and said, "A white man died, but he truly got what he deserved.

I'm very interested in the Lion King trio; go inform the park authorities that I don't want to see anyone harming them.

Once my plan is formed, I'll personally deal with the Lion King trio's issue, ensuring they don't feel troubled by it!"