King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Chapter 357 I'll give money, a huge amount of money

Leinker sneered as he shook his head and said, "You think you can become a bargaining chip?"

"If you were in the hands of the FBI or someone else, that might be possible, but you're in Hu Lang's hands."

"I ambushed him in New York, and then do you know what he did?"

As he spoke, Leinker seemed to fall into some painful memories, muttering to himself, "To get his revenge, he killed 46 Albanians in Yonkers.

Then he went on a killing spree in Georgian territory, taking out 59 people."

He still wasn't satisfied, and in the end, he came back to Yonkers, destroyed my deal at the shipyard, and killed nearly 70 people.

The entire New York gang conflict for the year didn't have as many dead as he killed in three days.

He completely ruined me...

And then you treated him like an ant at your feet, shooting him with Hellfire missiles. What do you think he's going to do to you?"

After finishing, Leinker looked around at the few guys with expressions of despair, and he laughed miserably, "You should have had your boss give you a briefing on PB Company."

The number of people Hu Lang killed in Central Africa is more than all the people you know.

He has never suffered like this!!

Do you think Hu Lang intentionally left you alive when he raided you?

Don't dream. You're alive because you've been lucky, but now you're out of good luck, haha...

Do you know why you're still alive, lying here?

It was me who pleaded for you, telling him you could fetch a good price.

I have no ability to take revenge on the people behind you, but I can watch you die before me, a hundred times more painfully!!"

The gleeful words from Leinker frightened a young man so much that he wet himself. He stood up, rushed to the back door of the van, and began banging on it, shouting, "Open the door, open the door, let me out, let me out...

I beg you, I beg you...

I'm begging you..."

As an experienced agent, Frist knew it wasn't completely hopeless yet. He looked at Leinker and said in a deep voice, "We're not dead yet, we still have a chance...

So do you!

Even if Hu Lang wants to sell us, he'll need time, and even if we fall into the hands of terrorists, we still have a chance."

Leinker sneered, "What can you do? Even if Hu Lang lets you go now, what do you think the CIA will do with you?

You're alive only as a bargaining chip, dead you would finally give your people over there some peace of mind. Our lives are worthless in their eyes."

Frist, after listening, was silent for a long while before he looked at Leinker and said, "No, we still have a chance, let's work together!

The people behind Hu Lang need you alive. You can tell them that I have Harlotte's files on using the CIA as a Black Hand, as well as recordings of his backers negotiating with the Pentagon people.

I know what those behind Hu Lang want. They want to keep their mail from being exposed, to avoid being blackmailed by rivals, and now I can offer them an even bigger bargaining chip."

With that, Frist painfully crawled to Leinker's side, rasping, "We have a chance if we work together because together we can form a complete chain of evidence, a bargaining chip with enough weight.

The value of our combined assets is the greatest, and I know those big shots just don't care if we're dead or alive once things are settled.

In exchange, we could ask for new identities, even a sum of money, to never return to America."

Leinker looked at Frist with a weird expression and sneered, "Aren't you being too naive?

Do you think Hu Lang would let you go?"

Leinker then pointed at his left ear and said, "The only reason that guy didn't kill me was because he made me deaf with a blast, and he couldn't interrogate me on the spot, so he needed me alive to prove he had completed the mission.

I'm glad you showed up; otherwise, I'd probably be in pieces by now.

Hu Lang doesn't think like most people. He's the sort who, if you kick him, shoots you. Now that you've bombed him with drones...

The only reason you're alive is that I told them you could fetch a price because I want to see you die a worse death than me."

After saying this, Leinker appeared particularly exhausted. Pointing to the wound on his thigh, he said, "My whole body is in pain right now; please step aside, let me enjoy these young people's fear and agony. It will make me feel a little better."

Leinker's attitude left Frist completely panicked; if Leinker was unwilling to cooperate and only wanted to see him die, then his fate was truly sealed.

The wound on Leinker's thigh let Frist know that he had suffered the same fate and knew all too well what that agonizing pain felt like...

Grabbing Leinker's shoulders forcefully, Frist shook the man, who seemed on the verge of passing out, and yelled, "Losses, we can make up for all the losses, I need a chance to fight for it, FUCK, come to your senses, I still have a chance to survive..."

Leinker's eyes, cloudy, shook his head, "NO, you've become Hu Lang's enemies; you ruined his toys and caused him huge losses.

I negotiated a price with the terrorists for him, $300,000 each; he can trade you in for $1.8 million.

You're doomed, you're going to die in unimaginable pain and desperation..."

Having heard this, Frist collapsed in despair, and then something suddenly dawned on him...

"Losses, haha, losses. Hu Lang is a mercenary, what he wants is money..."

Saying this, the utterly intimidated Frist, no longer calm, dragged his remaining intact left arm and himself along the ground for a few meters, then stubbornly stood up, climbed onto a pile of corpses, and pounded on the front compartment with all his strength, bellowing, "I have what you want in my hands..."

"Spare us, I'll give you money. I'll tell you the location of a vault with 200 million US dollars..."

"Bang bang bang!" "Bang bang bang!" "Bang bang bang!"

By now, the young men had also realized what was happening, they rushed to the pile of corpses that had forced them to keep their distance, and started banging frantically on the front cover of the carriage...

"Let us go, we're innocent, we were just following orders..."

".........."

".........."

As if in response to their cries, the constantly shaking carriage suddenly came to a halt.

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Thinking that their shouting had been answered, just as they were about to double their efforts, the carriage suddenly fell apart like a toy, and then they were blinded by several dazzling beams of light.

Frist rubbed his eyes hard; after about a dozen seconds, he witnessed an unbelievable scene.

There was never any carriage at all, the one they were in was a prop set up temporarily, and the shaking of the vehicle had been caused by the terrifying female machine gunner.

What despaired them most was not Joe Ga, who was clapping and cheering, but the people standing behind him...

The FBI Deputy Director Cooper, DEA Deputy Director Michael Beach, the Deputy Attorney General Dachi, a Deputy Director from the CIA's Management Office, and a Major General from the Pentagon...

The worst was the television with a large screen hanging over their heads, playing the footage of their conversation with Leinker...

"I have the operation files of Harlotte using the CIA as the Black Hand, as well as recordings of his backer negotiating with the Pentagon people..."

Hearing the repeatedly played footage on the TV and seeing the eerie expressions of the onlookers...

Frester, like a madman, crawled to Leinker, grabbed his collar hard, and shouted maniacally, "You tricked me..."

Leinker forcefully pushed Frester away, pulled out a syringe of morphine, and injected it into himself to ease his pain; then, looking at the crumbling Frester, he nodded and said, "You said it yourself, once everything's resolved, in the eyes of those big shots, our lives don't matter."

With that, Leinker glanced at Joe Ga, who was high-fiving the DEA Director in celebration, and he said with a smile, "Now that it's all settled, I probably don't need to die. But you guys..."

Frester knew he had been played, but he also completely broke down...

Because of what he had just said, the FBI had won; they now held dirt on two powerful figures, which to some extent brought about a balance between them.

In the future, when those two powerful figures faced the FBI, they would have to be a bit more courteous.

And FBI Director Cooper had recovered what was lost...

Although a portion had been given to the drug traffickers of Seta and Jalisco by Leinker, most of it was recovered; from now on, all that was needed was targeted protection for those exposed targets.

The FBI won, so the Justice Department won. As it was already somewhat dismissive of these forceful politicians, the Justice Department, with the information the FBI held, would act even more deftly.

The Justice Department winning meant the DEA under it won too, because the mission was carried out by the DEA's contract mercenaries. P·B surely didn't care about honor, so the internal benefits naturally fell entirely to the DEA.

If the Justice Department was the big winner, then neither the Pentagon nor the CIA lost...

No agency is ever a monolith; certainly, the Major General from the Army would be a winner, so long as he obtained the recordings in Frester's possession, the outcome would be clear.

The CIA was even more interesting...

As we all know, the Director of the CIA primarily focuses on flattering the president.

Its core consists of four divisions, led by four power-wielding Deputy Directors who do the actual work.

Management Division, Intelligence Division, Operations Division, and Science and Technology Division.

The one who came was the CIA's first Deputy Director of the Management Division, holding the reins over various departments of communications, logistics, security, finance, medical services, personnel, training, and data processing.

And Frester was just an employee from the Operations Division's foreign intelligence section, their statuses differed too much.

Hauling the CIA bigwigs to the scene to watch seemed like a slap in the face, but it was actually giving them an opportunity to reorganize within the CIA.

The first Deputy Director couldn't suppress the third one, could he?

Ensuring the CIA's internal security was the duty of the first Deputy Director. Now, someone was colluding with the Pentagon under the CIA's name and illegally using drones to strike within America's borders? How could that be acceptable?

With the evidence of their wrongdoing, wouldn't the culprit have to submit to the first Deputy Director until his retirement or promotion?

This dishonorable information certainly wouldn't be disclosed to the public. Those who had done 'bad deeds' might lie low for quite a while for the sake of balance.

But what of it?

The Justice Department triumphed, the big shot chasing emails didn't lose out, and Harlotte's backer suffered a minor setback.

Even 'Shadow Messenger' Leinker, for his cooperation and performance, survived.

In the end, the ones who got screwed were only Frester and those few youths...

Frester knew he wouldn't die before he was thoroughly dealt with, but he would also spend a very, very long time in a dark, endless prison, enduring ceaseless torment.

Just as Frester was in utter despair and wanted to smash his head to death, Joe Ga approached him with a smile and said, "What was it you said earlier?

A vault? Two hundred million?"