King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Chapter 333 Want to Run?

Joe Ga looked somewhat regretfully at the Messenger as he drew his last breath.

He wasn't troubled by his own harsh methods, he just felt that this guy's luck was quite bad. Villains typically manage to spout some lines before their end, but this guy…

Watching Thompson carefully squat beside the Messenger after his death to adjust his arms, Joe Ga curiously asked, "You still believe in this?"

Thompson shook his head and said, "From the day I entered the intelligence field, I lost my faith.

However, I promised him I would give him a dignified death.

My experience tells me that promises made should be fulfilled whenever possible."

Joe Ga could somewhat understand Thompson's approach; interrogation had always been a craft. Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Pointing a gun at a corrupt cop's legs and firing seemed satisfying, but in reality, it would only intimidate those afraid of death.

The Messenger was too severely injured, going at it fiercely would definitely yield nothing in the end.

Thompson was truly impressive, managing to extract the whereabouts of the 'Shadow Messenger' and the name of the Glorious Society's leader in such a short time!

Though it was only a name, knowing that the counterpart was in Paris meant the rest could be left to the surely frantic FBI.

The 'Shadow Messenger,' with his noticeable British accent, was exceptionally bold, and Joe Ga didn't even want to ask what he might achieve because it would undoubtedly be huge trouble.

The only thing Joe Ga found pleasing was that this guy had also brought a significant enemy upon the Glorious Society.

The strongest law enforcement agency on Earth wasn't a joke, and the FBI operated not only within domestic borders; bearing the name of the most powerful country on Earth, they could do much in France.

After all, an organization like Glorious Society was considered a public enemy of humanity, something no stable government could tolerate.

If tonight's operation was an interview for Thompson, then his interview score would be an A+.

Watching this emotionally sparse old fellow step aside as DEA agents and police arrived at dawn's first light, he called his kids to wake them up and softly reminded his wife not to give their little daughter too much candy…

Joe Ga couldn't quite describe it but felt that someone who could completely separate work and family like this was incredibly impressive.

After Thompson finished his call, Joe Ga approached him and whispered something…

Thompson looked at Joe Ga in surprise after hearing it. He wanted to say something but eventually just nodded, taking Joe Ga's command to find Dorian and 'Medic Officer Bird,' and the three of them drove away from the chaotic scene.

DEA's Michael Beach had been on his phone non-stop since getting out of the car.

Joe Ga waited for him a bit and, realizing this guy wouldn't be free anytime soon, simply grabbed the excited Danny and Serial, relayed what the corrupt cop had disclosed to them, greeted Michael Beach, and then drove his men back to the hotel.

He had been awake for 72 hours now. Combat Diving Training taught him how to control himself, but it didn't turn him into a superhuman; once relaxed, his sleepiness became unbearable.

......

Joe Ga went back to the hotel to sleep, but the FBI was completely losing it.

Last night, the FBI's New York Division was invaded, and the 'Engineer' imprisoned there somehow managed to open the doors.

Then a group of armed men in SWAT uniforms stormed in, killed all the remaining FBI agents, used the New York Division's internal network to enter the FBI's main server, downloaded a large amount of classified information, and then retreated.

All 18 FBI personnel on duty last night were killed, and Cooper, who had just woken up at the hospital, suffered a stroke upon hearing the news and was taken back to the emergency room.

The loss was immeasurable for the time being, as the FBI's server contained too much clandestine content that could be exploited with entirely different powers in different hands.

The corrupt cop's testimony indicated that the attackers were after several politicians' scandals.

But now, no one dared to bet what the 'Shadow Messenger' would do with those materials.

The FBI had too much authority, and America had too many dirty secrets; the best-case scenario now was that the 'Shadow Messenger' would release that classified content online like Assange.

And the worst-case scenario was unthinkable to everyone!

For instance, a congressman, to prevent the exposure of his mistress and illegitimate child and to avoid the massive losses from a divorce, might resort to many outrageous actions.

Like some insider trading that could cause a major stock market crash could become public.

Who could handle that?

.........

After Joe Ga returned to the Waldorf Hotel, he went back to his room amidst the hotel manager's bizarre expression and went straight to sleep.

.........

At noon, 12 o'clock, at Kennedy International Airport…

A middle-aged man with slightly disheveled hair, wearing an outdated suit, carrying a briefcase, passed through security and entered the terminal building.

He walked down the lengthy corridor to the boarding gate, looked around for a moment, and then sat down in an empty seat, ready to board the flight to Canada. The person next to him put down his newspaper and extended his hand, saying, "Hello, my name is Thompson, York Thompson."

The middle-aged man instinctively shook hands with Thompson and said, "Hello, and you are?"

Thompson covertly injected a syringe into the thigh of the middle-aged man and, before he could react, shook his head and said, "Leonardo Gauss, 'Engineer' gives such hasty names…

"My boss invites you to visit Africa!"

The middle-aged man tried to shout for help, but as he opened his mouth, he felt his consciousness slipping away and soon leaned on Thompson's shoulder, falling asleep.

A few minutes passed, and Dorian, holding a bottle of whisky, came over, splashed a bit on the middle-aged man's clothes, then helped him up and said with a smile, "The other two were also found; 'Medic Officer Bird' is watching over them. Who knows when these sleeping beauties will wake up?"

Thompson glanced at his watch and said, "Theoretically, they should sleep for 14 hours; by that time, we'd almost be in Africa."

Saying so, Thompson stretched and said, "I hope Ethiopian Airlines' first-class is somewhat comfortable. It's been a long time since I've taken a long flight.

Are you sure there's no issue? Three men sleeping from boarding to deplaning might cause trouble if someone on the plane calls the police."

Dorian shook his head nonchalantly and said, "Mate, you still don't understand the meaning of P·B. In most parts of Africa, we can enjoy VIP treatment.

Now, as a certified agent of Congo, be confident. The air hostesses of Ethiopian Airlines are all very pretty; you should think about nicer things now, haha…"

.........

When Joe Ga woke up, it was already 5 o'clock in the afternoon…

Awoken by the urge to pee, he went to the restroom to relieve himself, performed his ablutions, and when he walked out of the room, he saw that his suite was crowded with people.

'Spur' and his team, who probably hadn't been asleep long before they were awoken, were now standing, grim-faced, in a standoff with a bunch of bodyguards wearing earpieces.

Startled, Joe Ga saw Nis with Coffee by the window. He walked over, took a sip, and then frowned as he added half a cup of milk and a few sugar cubes to the remaining coffee, stirred it, and drank it down, sighing contentedly. Then, looking at Alicia Alexander, whom he hadn't seen for a few days, he smiled and said, "You should have woken me; it's not good to keep you waiting."

Alicia stood up from the armchair, walked over to Joe Ga, and hugged him, then glanced at Nis and said, "You've got a very nice girlfriend; she made the Deputy Minister of the United States Department of Justice and a National Security advisor wait for you for two hours."

Joe Ga, admiring the awkward-looking Nis, bent down and kissed the top of her head, then spread his hands apologetically and said, "That's on me, my girlfriend probably wanted me in my best state to face the guests."

As Joe Ga glanced at Michael Beach, who was signaling him, he affectionately put his arm around Alicia's shoulder and whispered, "Am I in trouble? That shouldn't be…"

Alicia seemed in a good mood, playfully slapped Joe Ga's hand, then led him into the living room and said, "The Glorious Society has stolen some confidential files from the FBI's server. You've dealt with them, so you need to answer some questions."

Pointing at a strict-looking bald middle-aged man, Alicia continued, "This is Deputy Minister Christopher Dachi of the United States Department of Justice. You and your team have recently thwarted the conspiracies of the Glorious Society, seizing more than 2.5 tons of drugs. Minister Dachi is here to award you.

"It just happened to coincide with this FBI issue…"

Joe Ga shook hands with Minister Dachi, then sensed something odd in his gratitude.

DEA's Michael Beach was in high spirits, and both Alicia and Minister Dachi also didn't seem too upset, only the unmentioned National Security advisor looked particularly grim.

Joe Ga immediately sensed something amiss; the FBI is, after all, under the jurisdiction of the Department of Justice, so why weren't the Justice Department's people anxious, but the National Security was?

So, without Alicia making introductions, Joe Ga didn't start the topic himself; he looked seriously at Minister Dachi and said, "I only did my duty, and about these recent events, Director Beech from the DEA has given me great support. Without his coordination, we might have missed last night's drug shipment.

Of course, I must also thank Miss Alexander, without her, I wouldn't have had the chance to collaborate with the DEA.

The P·B company is committed to fighting drug crimes, and we naturally align with the DEA in our principles; I look forward to more collaboration in the future."

Minister Dachi was slightly stunned by Joe Ga's formal speech, then seemingly became much more at ease, initiating another handshake with Joe Ga and saying, "You're not quite what I imagined, but I'm grateful for your contributions.

I'll nominate P·B for an 'Outstanding Contribution Award' at the internal Department of Justice gathering at year-end.

Though it's an unrecognized honor, I believe it is a form of recognition for P·B, and I hope that P·B will have more opportunities to collaborate with us in the future."