King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Chapter 323 Coming

CACI's headquarters are located in Arlington, Virginia, in the United States, with over 100 offices in North America and Western Europe, and approximately 9,400 employees on the record.

Its main clients include the U.S. Department of Defense, intelligence agencies, the Department of Homeland Security, Customs, the Coast Guard, and judicial institutions. CACI is the sixth largest security supplier for the U.S. federal government, the 23rd largest supplier for the Navy, the 53rd for the Department of Defense, and also the 36th largest public company in the Washington area.

Its main operations include debt collection and financial management, knowledge management, intelligence management technology, laboratory information management systems, cyber security, engineering and logistics, sensor systems, and simulation systems.

Joe Ga researched the company out of curiosity about his peers. He was astonished by the corporation, recognizing it as a true powerhouse!

It's said that the NSA hands off half of its work to CACI, which gives you an idea of their capability.

Yet this Thompson Heller was in charge of intelligence work at CACI for many years. Why would he be looking for a job? With that kind of background, he'd be in high demand anywhere.

Thompson saw the look of doubt on Joe Ga's face and, after remaining silent for a while, said, "I reported an official's illegitimate son because he was involved in business dealings with terrorists.

Then I lost everything: my job, my pension, my medical insurance, my children's college fund...

I received a warning, and then I surrendered, but I could never get back what I lost."

Joe Ga exclaimed in surprise, "The official you crossed must be incredibly high ranking; they didn't even need to silence you..."

Thompson nodded slightly and said, "Everyone treats me as if I were a madman so long as I'm alive, but if I died under mysterious circumstances, then people would start remembering me...

That's the harsh reality!

Sir, I need a job that pays over $300,000 a year. All three of my children are in private schools, and I need enough money to support them until they complete their education."

Joe Ga blinked at Thompson, who was asking for a sizable salary right off the bat. He smiled and asked, "If you don't mind me asking, how much was your salary at CACI?"

Thompson thought for a moment, then said, "After taxes, $350,000!

However, I'm no longer suitable for work in America, so I'm willing to accept my salary in an offshore account, or even in cash."

Joe Ga, observing Thompson's honesty about everything from the beginning, hesitated before saying, "There's one thing I must ask, if I hire you, will it cause me any trouble?"

Thompson shook his head and said, "No, because the illegitimate son I reported is already dead, from a drug overdose.

And his father doesn't care about someone as insignificant as me. He's at a critical juncture and won't want any extra trouble for himself."

Thompson spoke too calmly, even as he mentioned his enemy, his emotions didn't fluctuate at all; it seemed as though his foe's death wasn't even worth his celebration.

Joe Ga felt there might be more to the situation than what was being said, but being able to survive such peril and still move freely, Thompson was truly formidable!

Since his main place of work would be in Africa, Joe Ga felt there was no need to hesitate any longer...

"Your salary will be $350,000, but I need you to help me recruit or train a few electronic surveillance soldiers."

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at Thompson, whose expression finally changed. Joe Ga smiled and said, "I'm not hiring you primarily to be a spy in the field, but to build a tactical intelligence center.

I have a few reconnaissance airships in Central Africa, and there may be more in the future.

I can't afford many intelligence officers, so I have to make do with what I have.

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After listening, Thompson suddenly laughed, a bit helplessly saying, "So you're recruiting me not to solve the immediate issues you're facing, but to seek an electronic surveillance director."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga immediately shook his head and said, "Of course not. You'll also need to handle some other intelligence work, like developing a few informants and such, without incurring too much expense...

P·B is just a small company, so we need staff who can multitask. You understand, right?"

Thompson was amused by Joe Ga, his expression shifting from calm and serious to one of curiosity as he said, "Sir, do you not understand your situation at all? Don't you think you could use some advice from me?"

Joe Ga frowned and said, "What about my situation? It's a bit dangerous, but I should be able to handle it.

You've just arrived; how could I expect you to solve my problems?"

After looking into Joe Ga's eyes for a few seconds, Thompson finally confirmed that his new boss wasn't seeking him because of the current situation, but for the job responsibilities he had just described...

This pleased Thompson, as what he needed was long-term and stable employment.

He placed the folder he brought with him on the coffee table, subconsciously aligning the edge of the documents with the table's edge, and then pushed it across to Joe Ga.

Watching Joe Ga yawn and take up the folder to start reviewing it, Thompson spoke in a voice like a chalk eraser scraping glass, "Due to time constraints, the first part of the document is information on the Glorious Society, including their organizational structure, operational patterns, and some typical incidents.

The third part contains information about Heinz's farm, and since there wasn't much time, I don't have a complete report. However, I'll have some useful information by tomorrow.

This part won't be of much help to you, but the second part about the 'Engineer' is directly relevant to you."

Sir, I have analyzed your recent actions and the adversary's pattern of behavior, and I believe the 'Engineer' will launch an attack by today, at the latest by tomorrow."

Joe Ga was momentarily electrified by the eerie voice deliberately crafted by Thompson, which surprisingly invigorated him.

Hearing the conclusion Thompson had reached, he curiously asked, "How do you know?"

With a shy smile, Thompson said, "I asked a friend at the airport to check for me, and the 'Engineer' has booked several plane tickets for today, no, for noon tomorrow."

Unable to believe his ears, Joe Ga asked, "How do you know who the 'Engineer' is?"

Thompson fell silent for a moment before finally saying, "I don't know the 'Engineer,' and the Engineer is not just one person. I was in charge of intelligence analysis on these people during my service at the DIA.

I once submitted a report about the patterns the 'Engineer' uses in fake passports, which unfortunately was not adopted.

They have a habit of taking the names of famous mathematicians and scientists from the past and jumbling them to create their own pseudonyms.

Moreover, their actions are highly regimented, with the most critical aspect being their plan of retreat, which is always their top priority.

So I had my friend use a small software program to search within the airport system..."

As he spoke, Thompson observed Joe Ga's incredulous expression and calmly said, "This method of searching isn't entirely accurate, but since it's certain that the 'Engineer' is operating in New York, and three 'mathematicians + scientists' have booked tickets to leave tomorrow, then..."

Joe Ga was astounded by the intelligence officer's display of brilliance. What level of intelligence officer was this?

This fellow had been preparing from the moment he received the interview invitation, in just three days' time.

There must be some tricks of the trade that laypeople wouldn't understand, but that wasn't important. To Joe Ga, Thompson was like David Copperfield, instantly dispelling the fog for him.

To the FBI, the 'Engineer' was a formidable foe, but to Thompson, they didn't seem so formidable after all.

Of course, this was just Joe Ga's illusion because knowing the 'Engineer's' schedule doesn't solve the imminent problems he would face.

Looking at Thompson in amazement, Joe Ga said, "Man, you're a genius. Compared to you, the FBI looks like dumb pigs."

Thompson remained calm in the face of praise, shaking his head as he said, "Sir, this doesn't help your current situation. The 'Engineer' won't just leave without doing anything. Right now, what we need is to ensure your safety."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga laughed and said, "I am quite safe now. I booked this room under someone else's identity, and my bodyguards are very capable..."

Thompson shook his head and said, "No, bodyguards aren't much use against the 'Engineer.'

Because the 'Engineer' never confronts people directly, they prefer to create various situations, then coerce the target into moving along a path they've set."

Sir, the Engineer might just be an 80-year-old man, too weak to fight even a street addict, but anyone caught in the trajectory they've set is in mortal danger.

For your safety, I suggest you stay vigilant..."

Joe Ga smacked his lips, his confidence somewhat shaken, and said, "You've made them sound quite formidable; it's got me feeling a bit uneasy.

What should I do exactly?"

After some thought, Thompson seriously said, "When you encounter something unexpected, do the opposite of what your instincts tell you.

The 'Engineer' will carry out their plan once it's set, including their escape plan. If you can make it past tomorrow noon, you'll be safe.

Later, if you're inclined for revenge, we can go to the airport and 'greet' the 'Engineer.' Though we won't be able to do much to them, we could ensure they give up on targeting you in the future."

Joe Ga's curiosity piqued about these mystical circumstances, he glanced at the time; it was already 2 am.

Just as Joe Ga was about to press for more details, in the presidential suite below his...

In the public restroom, a faint explosion sounded from the water tank, then the toilet's sensor malfunctioned, and blue liquid began to pour out, quickly spreading through the door gap into the living room.

FBI Agent Lesler, who had been sitting in the living room drinking coffee, hadn't noticed anything odd until there was a slight explosion near an electrical outlet below the fireplace, and a strange smell began to spread—that's when he sensed something was wrong...

The odor wasn't irritating at first, but when it mixed with something volatile in the water flow, it changed and became a gas more stimulating than natural gas...

This type of hybrid toxic gas could evade most detections!!

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Lesler sensed something amiss and immediately covered his mouth and nose with a towel, then rushed to the room to wake up Agent Victoria...

"Move, it's toxic!!!"

As Lesler was getting Victoria up, a faint explosion sounded near the elevator fire alarm bell, triggering the hotel's alarm...

Two FBI agents who had been stationed near the elevator hurried to the door of the presidential suite. The instant they smelled the odor, they exchanged horrified looks and pressed their communicators, shouting, "A suspected biochemical weapon attack at the Waldorf Hotel, evacuate all hotel guests..."