King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Chapter 346 Bring Me Some Good Stuff

Joe Ga was amused by the "Coyote's" confession...

He didn't know if the 'Englishman' mentioned by the 'Coyote' was the 'Shadow Messenger' he was looking for, but if it was, that guy was really out of luck.

Watching the Coyote, whose senses were already becoming unclear from the pain, Joe Ga smacked his lips and, glancing at Estelle who was also starting to catch on, he said with a smile, "You're a lucky star. Next time you think it's absolutely not okay to kill someone, be sure to remind me. Sometimes being too rough can indeed miss a lot of interesting information."

Estelle knew how important the 'Shadow Messenger' was, so now the 'Coyote' simply couldn't die.

She looked around and saw that the biker gang was still intact, while the people from the Mexico 'Faust Gang' had all been subdued...

This rookie sister, realizing Joe Ga was smiling at her, hesitated for half a minute before gritting her teeth, dashing out of the restaurant, and calling over to the DEA colleagues monitoring outside. She ran across the street to the open field, where she found a car loaded with drugs.

Then the sister walked into the restaurant carrying a big bag of drugs, had the Coyote, whose senses were clouded with pain, leave his fingerprints honestly on the drugs, and then loudly recited the Miranda rights...

"You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say now will be taken down and used as evidence against you in a court of law."

Joe Ga nodded, implying Ayu to come over and take the 'Coyote' away, and then everyone left the restaurant through the back door.

Originally, he had planned to drive overnight to Los Angeles, but under the current circumstances, he had to stop.

After Joe Ga left, the few remaining DEA agents walked over to the bewildered green-bandana undercover cops and whispered a few words. Then some of them immediately ran out, and when they returned, they handed each of their mates a thick baton...

The intention of the bikers to become drug dealers was so evident that they dared to fight with undercover cops, and now they were in for trouble.

As for the people from the Mexico Faust Gang, it was even worse; they hadn't managed to do anything but wanted to grab a girl for their boss and ended up getting knocked down. Now, they couldn't escape the charge of drug trafficking.

What was most unfortunate was that, given the severity of people like Sanderson and Old Cow, these guys wouldn't get better without spending a couple of months in the hospital.

The entire case processing was filled with simplicity, violence, and unprofessionalism. Still, with DEA agents taking the lead and risking it, the Texas police had their fill!

Meanwhile, Joe Ga and his team had split into two...

Old Cow and Tony, along with Carmen and Rebecca, drove following Spurs, Orange Cat, and Dart to Los Angeles to meet up with 'Kitten' and 'Hemostat' who were there for surgery.

Joe Ga didn't know if the 'Englishman' the 'Coyote' talked about was the Shadow Messenger, nor did he know how long he would need to stay here.

Therefore, he had to arrange for reliable operatives in Los Angeles to cooperate with the operations there.

If the situation in Texas turned out to be a misunderstanding, it wouldn't cause a collapse in Los Angeles.

Tony might still be somewhat lacking, but the combination of Old Cow, Spurs, Orange Cat, Dart, Kitten, and Hemostat was already enough to handle most urban combat situations.

'Dart' the Indian SWAT was still a local snake in Los Angeles, and Spurs and Orange Cat had a very powerful drill instructor there; any problems could be handled well.

Meanwhile, Joe Ga, Nis, Ayu, Sanderson, Waters, and Pincers, this newly formed team of six, had found a DEA safe house with Estelle's navigation.

The safe house was located on the border between Texas and Mexico, which was actually a deserted farm at a remote location.

Because they had to turn back urgently, Joe Ga and his team had spent several hours.

As Joe Ga stepped out of the vehicle, he found that the Homeland Security advisor Eric Bent, along with four fully-equipped field agents, was already waiting there.

The Eric Bent, who had rushed over by helicopter from Los Angeles, had an extremely somber expression. Experience new stories with My Virtual Library Empire

He had never expected that the intelligence he considered reliable would have a leak.

It was still unclear whether Joe Ga's so-called 'Englishman' was the 'Shadow Messenger', but this was a very bad sign.

America's National Security Department did not have the control capability they imagined; 'Shadow Messenger' had numerous loopholes to exploit.

Watching Ayu pulling the 'Coyote' out of the trunk of the car, Eric Bent walked over, took a look, and said to Ayu, "Hand him over to me..."

Ayu didn't pay any attention to Eric Bent and walked straight past him. Facing four field agents who were eyeing her tigerishly, she didn't even think of stopping.

The manner in which she acted indicated that if they tried to stop her, she would simply walk over them.

Joe Ga could understand Eric Bent's urgency, but no matter how anxious you are, that's no excuse for lack of manners.

They were merely cooperating; it didn't mean that P.B.'s people were under his command.

As the field agents subconsciously reached for their waists when Ayu approached, Joe Ga shook his head, looked at Eric Bent, and said, "Keep your men in line. I caught him, and I can give him to you, but you can't take him by force."

Eric Bent, accustomed to being in control, was taken aback for a moment and then nodded with a complex expression.

He turned around, waved his men aside to clear the way, and looked at Sanderson and his team, busy organizing their equipment. He then addressed Joe Ga, "Is the intel really reliable?

Hu Lang, I've received the operation report about you. Just don't use us to create chaos; I have no room for error.

If I'm out of luck, your business goes down the drain."

Joe Ga looked at Eric, who was threatening him without much confidence, shook his head, and chuckled, "Do you think I'm the kind of madman who kills drug dealers on sight?

You guys aren't nearly as tough as you think you are. I'm fucking cleaning up your mess.

If 'Seta' can smuggle people through Juarez with the help of their fellow traffickers, then others can do the same.

Eric, things are getting complicated. Do you dare bet that the intel I got is false?"

How could Eric dare to bet?

He rushed over as soon as he got the news, precisely because he had no margin for error.

If his mistake led to the Shadow Messenger escaping America, it would completely ruin his life.

Once the powerful figure behind him falls, everything he's done in the past will become justification and evidence for his cleanup.

Facing the assertive Joe Ga, Eric bowed his head for the first time...

Watching Sanderson and the others move large and small packs of armaments into the safe house, Eric said, "If you have any special needs, you can tell me directly. There's no need to waste time at those small exhibitions in Austin.

I have interrogation experts among my people. Hand that 'Coyote' over to me, and my men can make him spill everything we want to know."

After listening to Eric, Joe Ga patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "That's the spirit a good partner should have. Get me a few 'Springblade Drones,' both the 300 and 600 models. I think we could use them.

You should trust me because I hate the Glorious Society even more than you do, and I always have the drive to wage war on drug traffickers."

Eric, determined not to be completely outdone in terms of momentum, decisively took out his phone and said, "You'll have what you want within eight hours, but do you know how to use them?"

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga grabbed 'Pliers,' who was passing by with two large bags, and asked with a smile, "Do you know how to use a Springblade Drone?"

'Pliers' replied with a laugh, "Boss, I can disarm bombs with robots. How could I possibly not know how to use a kamikaze drone?"

After hearing that, Joe Ga turned to Eric with a smile and said, "Make sure they include the self-launching kind of Springblade when they deliver.

We've only got six people, and since you don't want other teams involved, we need some precise firepower."

Eric nodded, acknowledging the problem Joe Ga pointed out. Fighting Mexican drug traffickers sometimes felt like going to war with an entire community, so six people were certainly not enough.

After communicating with his field agents, Eric moved aside and began making calls on his phone.

Joe Ga enjoyed dealing with people like Eric...

He tried his best to keep aligned with Eric's major directives and maintain his personal interests as much as possible.

Even if he made some excessive requests, Eric would fulfill them as much as possible.

He only cared about the success of the mission. As for costs and material losses, it wasn't his money anyway.

As long as he understood the mindset of American politicians at every level, they were quite easy to deal with.

As long as you could leverage their personal interests, you could then use the resources at their disposal to generate influence and accomplish more things.

After reaching an agreement with Eric, Joe Ga entered the outwardly shabby but still solid safe house. He had Ayu hand over the Coyote, who was groggy from the drugs, to the field agents...

"This guy injected 'HLY' to kill the pain. If you want to ask him something, you'll need some special methods."

One of the field agents, a middle-aged man with a scar near his eye, nodded and said, "We have ways to make him snap out of it quickly. It doesn't matter if his physical senses are dulled; nobody can resist the 'Scream of Death.'"

Curious, Joe Ga asked, "What's the 'Scream of Death'?"

Looking at Joe Ga's curious expression, the scarred man suddenly smiled maliciously, gestured to someone nearby to hand over a pair of earphones to Joe Ga, and said with a smile, "Listen and you'll know. The current record is 28 hours, but I bet this guy won't last 30 minutes."

Joe Ga frowned, carefully inserted the earphones, and then, as the middle-aged man turned on a small player, he heard a grating sound like fingernails scraping across a blackboard.

The agent had obviously lowered the volume deliberately, but Joe Ga still felt an unbearable itch, a scratching irritation. He could bear it until a blend of horror movie screams and various strange high-frequency noises began to mix in, at which point he removed the earphones in discomfort.

At that moment, Joe Ga realized that these four field agents were truly professional, because this device was designed to destroy a person's consciousness!