King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1109 - 976: Acquaintances Everywhere_3

He stopped in front of a café, then walked into the café under the protection of two bodyguards.

DEA agent Estelle was sitting in the café, holding a newspaper and reading it with great interest.

It wasn’t until Jorge Andres sat down in front of her that she put down the newspaper, folded it a few times, pushed a page to the opposite side, and said, "Yesterday a journalist was shot dead at his doorstep in front of his wife and two children.

As far as I know, he was investigating the ’Red Command’..."

Jorge Andres disdainfully pushed the newspaper away and said, "What does that have to do with me?"

Estelle picked up a straw and stirred the iced coffee in front of her, then said, "Sir, you have business dealings with the ’Red Command’. If I don’t come to you, who else would I turn to?

Don’t forget, it was the DEA that helped keep your past under wraps, turning you from a tainted businessman into a congressman.

If I need your help, you should be more enthusiastic!

That’s what our director Michael Beach told me, he said you’re a good friend of the DEA..."

Jorge frowned, looking at Estelle in front of him, shaking his head and said, "I’ve already repaid the favor I owed you. I’m a legitimate businessman now, and a very reputable congressman.

Please don’t bother me anymore in the future!

If you think having some dirt on my past can threaten me, you’re gravely mistaken."

Estelle was no longer the rookie of the past. Facing Jorge’s tough stance, she nonchalantly stood up and said, "OK, then I’ll leave now and promise not to bother you again in the future..."

Seeing Estelle about to leave, Jorge struggled for a moment and said through gritted teeth as Estelle was about to leave her seat, "OK, OK, I’ll have someone check into the ’Red Command’s’ news, and I’ll inform you if I get any results."

Hearing this, Estelle stared into Jorge’s eyes and said sternly, "That journalist was the first informant I developed. The Red Command publicly executed him in front of his wife and kids.

I want those bastards to pay!

Sir, I need you to order Sao Paulo police to cooperate with me. I want to put all those assassins in prison."

Jorge reluctantly waved his hand and said, "I’ll make the arrangements, but you’d better be careful.

Yes, you’re with the DEA, but you can’t act recklessly, or I worry you’ll end up like your predecessor, gunned down at the doorstep...

I’m not threatening you; I just promised your director, Michael Beach, that I’d look out for you."

Hearing this, Estelle’s mind flashed with many images, and she shook her head with a smile and said, "Sir, you’re sure you’ve never seen what real ’recklessness’ looks like?

I’m not afraid of them because I’ve faced guys a hundred times more ruthless than them!

Those drug dealers just look fierce, but when they face professionals, they’re like Boys Scouts."

Jorge shook his head helplessly and said, "You Americans are all egomaniacs...

My previous bodyguards claimed to be former Marines, but they lasted only six months before fleeing back to America.

If I were you, I’d be more cautious..."

Saying this, Jorge seemed to remember something and looked at Estelle, saying, "I just saw that guy Hu Lang at the airport. He seemed to be here with his family for vacation.

I heard you’ve worked with them before. Have you ever heard of someone named Alexandra Andria?"

Estelle was stunned for a moment and said in surprise, "Shit, what are P.B.’s people doing in Sao Paulo?

Did you do something heinous?"

Saying this, Estelle seemed to feel a bit out of line, so she cleared her throat and said, "I don’t know any Alexandra, but if you have a grudge against someone close to Hu Lang, I’d advise you to buy a ticket and flee now..."

Jorge shook his head and said, "No grudge, just met once before...

That Alexandra used to be in the city SWAT team, and she killed many drug dealers. To this day, people in the City of God still remember her.

I thought about having a chat with Hu Lang, but..."

Estelle looked at Jorge with amusement and said, "What makes you think you’re qualified to chat with Hu Lang? Do you know who he is?

Your status as a congressman means nothing to him!"

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