King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1113 - 979: Boss Qiao Who Understands Tacitly

Joe Ga understood Nis’s state...

Because he and Nis had similar problems, only he had other things to distract him, while Nis did not.

A sniper with psychological issues, trapped by pregnancy for over a year.

Don’t talk about how women naturally develop maternal instincts during pregnancy; even normal women easily suffer from prenatal and postnatal depression, let alone someone like Nis who isn’t normal.

A seemingly beautiful life, for someone like Nis suffering from severe PTSD, is actually no different from being in prison.

Moreover, Joe Ga’s long absence during her pregnancy and the complex affairs around Sangha Town worsened her condition.

Nis relied on the sniper’s unique calmness to push through the suppression in her heart to complete the process from pregnancy to childbirth.

Her sense of responsibility towards Joe Ga and his career far outweighed the so-called maternal instinct.

Previously, Joe Ga had never realized this, but when Nis handed Igor over to Estelle for care and promised to cover for her, Joe Ga instantly realized the problem.

The Devil Bird in Nis’s heart couldn’t be suppressed anymore, and she was indirectly telling Joe Ga that she was about to break down.

If Joe Ga had strongly opposed it, Nis would probably have continued to repress herself until the day she collapsed.

But Joe Ga showed great sensitivity, and after realizing the problem, he slightly probed and understood Nis’s intentions.

It’s actually just making trouble out of nothing; the appearance of Estelle provided her with a perfect target.

The Devil Bird didn’t care whether those so-called drug dealers deserved to die; she wanted to eliminate her internal stress using them simply because killing them wouldn’t affect P·B’s image.

Igor, being the infant he was, was just unlucky to have such a mother.

Joe Ga, as the father, naturally had to shoulder more responsibility!

He placed his son in a specially designed egg-shaped baby carriage, letting Gino and Adel help take care of their brother...

Joe Ga walked over to the pile of luggage in the living room and dug out a few suitcases, pushing them in front of Nis.

The first large suitcase contained three guns...

A G29 sniper rifle, a super HK417 used by Joe Ga, and a modified M110A1.

The G29 was definitely Nis’s, the HK417 was for Kitten, and the M110A1 was for the B team’s sniper, ’Water Snake’.

The second suitcase contained all of Ayu’s gear: an M240 machine gun, a Scorpion Backpack, a Benelli shotgun, and an M500 large revolver.

The third suitcase contained four UMP automatic rifles, all equipped with highly destructive hollow-point bullets.

These UMPs were the main weapons prepared for B team’s ’Hemostatic Forceps’, and also served as secondary weapons for Nis and the others.

There were also other miscellaneous items like Talus Backpacks and tactical goggles, which everyone brought themselves, so Joe Ga didn’t need to worry about them.

Watching Nis, who looked delighted, pick up the G29 and nimbly dismantle it to start thorough maintenance with tools, Joe Ga helplessly kissed her on the top of the head and said, "Don’t go overboard, let Estelle take the blame if there’s any trouble, I’ll have Michael Beech cover for her."

Nis glanced up at Joe Ga, guilt in her eyes, lowered her head, and remained silent for a long time before saying, "Thank you!"

Joe Ga chuckled and shook his head, saying, "Thank you for what? For serving the public by eliminating harm, the Brazilian Government should give you medals!

If you have any discomfort in your heart in the future, just tell me. We are a natural pair; I will understand!

There are so many bad people in this world; if killing a few makes you feel better, then do it!

That’s what we’re here for!"

As he spoke, Joe Ga glanced at the approaching ’Hemostatic Forceps’ and ’Water Snake’, taking stock of them...

The Devil Bird, Kitten, King Kong, Hemostatic Forceps, Water Snake, plus an extra, Estelle.

Three super snipers, a super machine gunner, an assault soldier, and a medic. With such a lineup already prepared, how could Brazilian drug dealers be opponents?

Signaling to the ladies to help themselves, Joe Ga grabbed Estelle by the cheek and pulled her aside, saying irritably, "Hurry up and write the report, have Michael Beech send over the contract.

FUCK, the boss lady of P·B taking action personally. If you screw this up, I’ll drag you to the Amazon to feed the Crocodiles."

Estelle had gotten used to Joe Ga’s domineering attitude. She had always been uncomfortable with P·B’s way of doing things, but after a few chaotic months in Brazil, she realized that dealing with drug traffickers required unrestricted force.

The local law enforcement couldn’t be relied upon because they all had families and friends. If pushed, those drug dealers would target their family members.

This situation is the same worldwide; merely relying on the justice system cannot completely eradicate organized crime.

Only by having the police and military take action, hide their identities, and conduct quick trials or execute on the spot can the spread of violent gangs be stopped.

In the past, Estelle, who grew up in America, didn’t understand this situation.

But after delving deeper into Brazil’s circumstances, she began to understand why Joe Ga could go on a rampage in America without restraint, and why the judicial system would applaud his actions.

Catching and prosecuting a drug dealer was an unimaginably costly endeavor for America’s judicial system.

Americans often have prosecutors eager to persuade criminals to enter plea deals simply because systemic costs are extraordinarily high.

This is true not only for criminals but also for the Department of Justice.

For criminals, the cost lies in hiring lawyers.

For the prosecution, it involves outsmarting criminals and lawyers and gathering enough evidence to form a chain before going to trial.

Once, when the New York court tried a Mafia boss, the case files related to him required trucks to transport. It’s easy to imagine how troublesome it was to organize the evidence chain!

Don’t mention the energy the prosecutor expends or the time wasted—these all cost money!

Especially when it involves obtaining evidence through scientific instruments, it’s even more costly.

Moreover, because drug traffickers are extremely wealthy, they often bribe witnesses or even silence them permanently, which directly fosters the ’witness protection industry,’ further driving up judicial costs.

The FBI takes an average of three years to investigate one organized crime group.

Old-school American police usually ask gangs not to disturb the common people. If you cross the line, I’ll team up with other gangs to hit you.

Trying to crack down on gangs and drug traffickers like this is pure fantasy.

It’s only because the American economy is very developed, and most middle-class and wealthy people may never venture into the slums in their lifetime, so their feelings aren’t too deep.

If it were in unfortunate Brazil, police ’fighting drug traffickers without cause’ is just forcing them to turn against you!

In the eyes of Brazilian police, drug traffickers staying in the slums is a good thing.

In a way, inside and outside the slums are two worlds—lives there are worthless!

Put bluntly, it’s the system that restricts the effectiveness of the Brazilian Government!

The government budget is too small. Don’t even mention arrests and trials—they don’t even have enough prisons, so what else can they do?

Estelle has finally said goodbye to her rookie mindset and now possesses a mature soul.

After hearing Joe Ga’s instructions, Estelle nodded seriously, then sneakily moved closer to Joe Ga and said in a low voice, "Sir, Devil Bird has just given birth, are you sure it’s okay?"

Joe Ga thought about his poor son, glared at Estelle with annoyance, and said irritably, "If there’s a problem, it’s your problem. Why the hell are you coming to me?

I brought you here to gain experience, to file reports and request funds when there’s nothing else.

Are you stupid for daring to confront the drug cartel on your own?"

Estelle, feeling wronged by the scolding, lowered her head and said, "I’m DEA..."

"Being DEA is something special?

I know there are people in the CIA doing organized drug trafficking, their base is in Aqionghan. I’ll give you the name, dare you investigate?"

As Joe Ga looked at Estelle raising her head to look at him, afraid this chick might act impulsively, he sighed helplessly and said, "Hurry and write the report...

We’re only staying here for 15 days, get that Red Command dismantled for me. I still want to go on vacation to the resort in Manaus."

Upon hearing this, Estelle regretfully said, "Only 15 days?

I haven’t finished gathering information on the Red Command, my informant was killed just a few days ago..."

Joe Ga looked at Estelle in surprise and said, "Don’t tell me you don’t even know who’s the boss of the Red Command..."

Estelle shook her head awkwardly and said, "I know a few people...

But based on past experience, they’re all puppet bosses placed in the slums. I still need to investigate who the real mastermind is.

But no worries, we can first eliminate their armed personnel. Once the slums are leaderless, their operations will pause, and the people behind will emerge."

After listening, Joe Ga painfully pinched his nose, hesitated a few times, and finally chose to stay silent.

This is Nis’ way of releasing pressure. She’ll teach Estelle what ’battlefield interrogation’ is.

Unless the slum boss hasn’t seen the real big boss, otherwise catching one will yield results.

Looking at the slightly improved but still lacking Estelle, Joe Ga dismissively waved his hand and said, "You’re too dumb to save the world!

Quickly go home, pack your bags, and move here, then you’ll be safe.

Remember, listen to everything Devil Bird says next."

When Estelle heard this, she glanced around the extremely luxurious apartment, a little worried as she covered her non-existent chest, and suspiciously looked at Joe Ga, saying, "What are you planning?"

Joe Ga was amused by Estelle’s reaction. He pointed to the floor and said, "Downstairs, you stay downstairs."

Looking at Estelle’s rather unremarkable chest, Joe Ga shook his head and said, "Why cover it? Is there anything worth seeing? A pair of A’s..."

Estelle glared at Joe Ga’s departing back, she raised her hands wanting to gesture, but then saw Ayu watching her...

The raised fist turned into a palm, as she casually brushed her hair...

Estelle angrily sniffed her nose, muttering a few curse words at Joe Ga’s back, then jogged up to Nis, chatteringly seeking justification.

Nis, who was cleaning her gun, glanced at the talkative Estelle, shook her head, and said, "Rest assured, he’s not interested in you..."

Then Nis quickly assembled the gun and said to Estelle, "Someone was tailing us on the way back.

Look for a less crowded place to linger a bit while you’re gathering your things, I’ll cover you..."

When Estelle heard this, she pointed at her nose and said, "Use me as bait?

We don’t even know who’s tailing..."

Nis responded indifferently, "Leave one alive to question, and we’ll find out!"

Estelle: "I...."

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