When Joja took action, he wore a mask and tactical goggles, and he didn't even bother to make eye contact with the hostages.

He had no intention of communicating with the hostages, not even with the two male compatriots he found inside.

Being inexplicably involved in a spy conspiracy, he had now formed a deep hatred with the British intelligence agency.

While others still didn't know what was going on, Joja had Kaman throw Kindweke and William Cah's bodies into the fire, burning all the clues.

He no longer planned to inform the embassy about the information he obtained from William Cah today.

Those sharp people would definitely notice, and Joja had already thwarted two conspiracies by the British. Now he just wanted to live a low-key life for a while, let the storm pass, and avoid being targeted by the British.

Even if someone came looking for him, Joja had a way to deal with it. He would just say he was a gun dealer who came to deal with Kindweke for a reward. As for William Cah, he didn't know who he was.

As long as he didn't deliberately target the British, he believed their intelligence agency wouldn't deliberately cause trouble for him, because they themselves were not honorable.

As a businessman who wanted to make a fortune by selling guns, Joja couldn't hide. How could he do business if he hid his identity?

Approaching the hostages, Joja waved to Dorian, who seemed a bit excited, and said when he approached, "We're leaving. You stay here to protect these hostages. Someone will come to assist you soon.

These are executives from big companies, and I believe they will be willing to give you a generous reward.

My identity is not suitable for meeting with official personnel. You stay here and wait to receive your medal."

Joja gestured to stop Dorian from speaking and smiled, saying, "We're not familiar with each other, so there's no need to say more. If you want to clear your debts and do some exciting work, find Yellow Boss and ask for my phone number.

If you want to live a peaceful life, then let's pretend we've never met."

After saying that, Joja decisively turned and left, wanting to leave this place before it got light, avoiding the SD people and heading straight to Damajin to lay low.

...

The SD turmoil lasted for a long time, but Joja no longer paid attention to it.

After staying in Damajin for a while and organizing a series of company establishment documents, Joja gave a sum of money to Sairimu, asking him to help set up the company, and then took Kaman and Nis to Egypt to apply for visas and enroll in a flight school to learn how to fly helicopters and small planes.

Joja didn't know if the operation of the flight school in Egypt was legitimate, or if the fees were reasonable. As long as the flight license they issued was legitimate, it was fine.

Kaman never expected to have the opportunity to fly a plane in his lifetime. Although he was illiterate in Arabic and English, which didn't meet the requirements of a pilot, he couldn't resist Joja's persuasion.

It didn't matter if Kaman had a driver's license or not, as long as he could drive.

Several truck drivers in Joja's hometown were illiterate and could only write their own names, but they drove big trucks skillfully and nothing happened.

Compared to Kaman, who loved fixed-wing flying, Nis had a mysterious obsession with helicopters, which might be related to being chased by a helicopter in Libya.

But no matter what, it was a good thing that their enthusiasm for learning was high.

Ordinary people might think that learning to fly a plane was a very high-end thing, but in reality, aside from the theoretical knowledge and flight terminology that required some brainpower, when it came to actually flying, you would find that it was just like learning to drive at a driving school.

Flight instructors would also scold people, and if you gave them something, they would let you fly a little longer the next day. They would also give you some benefits, and the instructor would even show you some tricks.

Fortunately, Joja wasn't short of money now. He spent a lot of money, booked 40 lessons, and added extra time because he believed that as a novice, he shouldn't use his own plane. Since he had spent a lot of money, he would definitely make full use of the flight school's planes.

Compared to Kaman and Nis, Joja himself was much busier.

With the help of his versatile toolbox, he quickly became friendly with the flight school's owner and technicians.

He spent three months studying full-time, not only obtaining a pilot's license but also systematically learning about the maintenance of fixed-wing aircraft and helicopters, and even participating in practical operations.

During this period, Joja also took the time to buy tickets and attend an international defense weapons exhibition, and through the flight school owner's channels, he contacted a used aircraft dealer.

Joja used to think that buying an aircraft was a very high-end and serious matter, but in the end, he found that reality was not like that.

An aircraft was just a commodity, bought to be used. Aside from the show-off factor, it was essentially no different from buying a car.

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Setting aside the advanced weapons with clear prices at the exhibition, those second-hand aircraft were really cheap.

Joja didn't plan to buy a fixed-wing aircraft because he didn't want to compete with his old friend Sairimu's business. So he only wanted to buy a sightseeing helicopter to meet the daily needs of the company.

But what Joja never expected was that the so-called used aircraft dealer turned out to be the Egyptian Army Aviation.

They weren't embezzling for personal gain, but openly selling military helicopters that had reached the end of their service period after changing their paint and removing the core electronic equipment inside, in order to subsidize the army aviation's budget.

When Joja was led by the flight school owner, Andieb, into a military base, he thought this old guy was trying to trick him.

But after listening to Andieb's explanation, Joja couldn't help but marvel at the magical nature of Africa.

Egypt was poor, but compared to the countries around the Red Sea, its military was relatively "dominant."

The Shah was rich, but in terms of combat effectiveness in hotspots, his military was not worth mentioning.

So the Shah reached out to his poor Egyptian brother and said, "You don't have money, right? Big brother will buy equipment for you. Whatever is good, big brother will buy it for you. But when it comes to fighting, you have to listen to big brother."

Egypt's national strength was still quite good, to be honest, but their military equipment really exceeded their capacity. The speed of updating and upgrading was even stronger than many European countries.

Egypt's air force looked great on paper, but because all the equipment was purchased, the maintenance costs were unbelievably high.

Big brother bought you a Rolls-Royce, so you can't expect big brother to pay for the maintenance.

But big brother really had a way. When something happened, they would go to big brother, but big brother couldn't help. The final result was that LV was bought (Mi-28), so let me buy you some Hermes (Ka-52).

In this situation, Egypt's air force had eliminated many old helicopters over the years. The prices were cheap, and they were available immediately. There was no warranty or anything like that. If you wanted to buy, you just needed to pay the money, and they would even deliver it to your door for free.