King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 377 - 363 Beauties are Always Complicated

Joe Ga didn’t want to help ’Kitten’, but he could clearly feel that Monica didn’t seem to care too much about her own safety.

This woman was a temptress, a top product of a consumerist worldview...

Having left the glittering land of America to go to Central Africa, she might not have lasted a day.

If you say she was just a vase, that would definitely be wrong.

Any other woman, faced with the situations she had faced, might not have handled them as well as she had.

She found herself a perfect protector, a very deterent old man.

Although the old man was a drug dealer, but for her to protect herself and achieve her revenge, given her situation at the time, she really didn’t have many choices.

’Kitten’ seemed to be stronger than her sister through her experiences, but what she actually embodied was mainstream values...

My family was killed by bad guys, and when I grow up, I’ll become a cop and catch bad guys.

But in reality, ’Kitten’ had spent those years in the Elite Forces of a Brazilian city, where she killed many people, but to effectively no avail.

Brazil remained the same, and her enemies were still living well, even she herself, due to an impulse, made more enemies for herself.

Purely from the point of ’revenge’, Monica was leagues beyond ’Kitten’.

Monica gave Joe Ga a feeling of ’very expensive’, and this was not his misconception, but an image Monica had materialized and deliberately created for herself.

She really was ’very expensive’; every accessory on her, every outfit, even her hair, skin, nails...

All were maintained at a high cost!

Normal men would salivate at the sight of her, but ’unqualified’ men wouldn’t even muster the courage to greet her.

She was a hell’s flower grown in a world awash with materialism; she didn’t escape from Mexico to America because she had a change of heart.

It was because, with the old man’s death, she had the opportunity to get enough funds to accomplish the revenge in her heart.

Selling the old man’s ledger to the DEA was to avoid harassment from the old man’s idiot son and also to exchange for protection to avoid retaliation.

Joe Ga wasn’t familiar with Monica, and didn’t know whether she did this deliberately or if it was a passive response.

But he was certain that he didn’t feel a hint of fear from her.

The retaliation she had to face was from the Gulf Cartel; her fearlessness was either because she simply didn’t want to live anymore, or because she had a way to deal with it, but definitely not in the way ’Kitten’ thought.

Looking at Monica with a light smile, Joe Ga took a sip of his ice-cold beer and said with a smile, "If there’s anything you need our help with, for ’Kitten’s’ sake, we’ll do our best.

’Kitten’ lost half her ear in Niger while covering for us to carry out the raid.

I’ve never said ’thank you’ to her because I feel it’s her duty, that’s what I hired her to do.

But I also believe in loyalty; if someone willingly bleeds for me, I am willing to bleed for her, even for her family.

Monica, P·B never lets down our own!!"

As he spoke, Joe Ga glanced at ’Kitten’, who was nearly in tears from being touched. He shook his head and looked at Monica to say, "Monica, I admire the effort you put into your revenge.

’Kitten’ is very concerned about you, if there is anything you need help with, please just say it. Your security is temporarily assured here, but we won’t be staying here long.

If you have any plans for yourself, speak out, we will not refuse what we can do, but if we cannot, I can only have ’Kitten’ knock you out and send you on a plane to Central Africa."

After listening, Monica looked at ’Kitten’, who was beaming with eagerness, and said helplessly, "This is your boss? If someone is disobedient, he just knocks them out and sends them away?"

’Kitten’ was quite pleased, arrogantly arching her eyebrows, "I think that’s not bad, you should find a place to wash off the b*tch vibe from yourself.

Central Africa is good, at least you need to wear more clothes there, because the mosquitoes there are bigger than your dead ex-husband’s dick."

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Facing her sister’s crudeness, Monica rolled her eyes, then turned to Joe Ga, and after hesitating for a while, said, "It’s not the Gulf Cartel that wants to kill me, but Alexanderson, Ochoa’s son.

Because the person who made me give up the ledger is a big shot; he collaborates with the Sinaloa Group, and me giving up the ledger helps the Sinaloa Group seize the Gulf Cartel’s territory.

After achieving victory in the clash with the Gulf Cartel, sparing me became one of the terms of the deal.

I spoke on the phone with him, he got in touch with people from the Sinaloa Group, and soon someone will come to protect me."

Joe Ga, narrowing his eyes, looked at Monica and shook his head, "If it’s a stepson’s vengeance against a stepmother, what reason does she have to protect you? What cards do you have in hand?

It’s just a few hours’ drive from Los Angeles to Tijuana, and the Gulf Cartel has a strong presence there.

You put yourself in the dangerous Los Angeles surely not because that big shot is noble..."

As he spoke, Joe Ga glanced at ’Kitten’, who was a little tense. He then sighed and said, "Come on, tell us, ’Kitten’ is worried about you. If you can guarantee your own safety, I’ll certainly be glad to persuade her for you."

"You don’t even bring bodyguards when you go out, so you don’t seem like a drug trafficker. Then what significance do you have to that so-called big shot?"

Facing Joe Ga’s ’accurate’ conjecture, Monica remained silent for a long time.

Just when ’Kitten’ was getting a little impatient, Joe Ga waved his hand at her and said, "You need to be patient. If the reason your sister gives is sufficient, then it’s up to you to choose..."

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Upon hearing this, ’Kitten’ said anxiously, "Choose? What am I supposed to choose?"

Joe Ga didn’t answer ’Kitten’s’ question but instead, looking at Monica’s complex expression, said, "I’m not in a hurry. You have a day to think about whether or not you want to tell me."

After hearing this, Monica bit her lower lip and looked at Joe Ga, saying, "You think you’ve guessed it, don’t you?"

Joe Ga spread his hands and said, "I haven’t said anything. I’m waiting for you to speak."

Monica looked at ’Kitten,’ who suddenly seemed a bit flustered, and with the smile gone from her face, she said, "You said if my reason is sufficient enough, then it’s Luna’s turn to choose. Why?"

Joe Ga finished his beer, then spread his hands and said in a deep voice, "Because P·B doesn’t collaborate with drug traffickers, and soon we’re going to start a war with the Sinaloa Group, yet you want to enjoy the Sinaloa Group’s protection. I don’t want ’Kitten’ to be caught in the middle and in a tough spot.

I understand the helplessness of what you’ve been through, and I’m willing to give you a hand for Kitten’s sake, but if we’re on opposing sides, then there’s simply no basis for communication between us."

After hearing this, Monica frowned at Joe Ga, saying, "What exactly do you know?"

Joe Ga disliked these obscure conversations, shaking his head, he said, "First, you have to tell me, who is this ’big shot’ that can arrange for someone from the Sinaloa Group to protect you?

Someone high up in the DEA? Or someone in the CIA? Maybe even a senator from Los Angeles?

You must serve some purpose for the big shot to send someone to protect you, right? If you’re the bridge between him—the ’big shot’—and the Sinaloa Group, then what do you think ’Kitten’ should do after I go to war with Sinaloa?"

As Joe Ga spoke, he looked at ’Kitten,’ whose face had turned pale, and said with a smile, "I certainly won’t let you harm your sister.

If you still want to hang with me, then by the time we’d knock her out and send her away.

If you think your sister should have her own career, then we’ll move immediately and sever ties with her; otherwise, you’ll get her into trouble."

After hearing this, ’Kitten’ immediately glared at Monica, as if looking for where to strike.

Monica glared back at ’Kitten,’ annoyed, and then said to Joe Ga, "You think I’m someone’s mistress, don’t you?"

Joe Ga shrugged and said, "Isn’t that obvious?

No one to back you up, and here you are in Los Angeles with 50 million—fine, but how could you have the capability to get revenge in just six months?

The DEA’s focus in South America is Colombia, so I guess it must be someone from the CIA. Those people have the means to do this.

They have access to a rich network of assassins and mercenaries. As long as you pay enough money, you can have whoever you want killed."

After speaking, Joe Ga smacked his lips in disdain and said, "If you ask me, that guy’s not a decent person; how could he still make you pay for it?

If even the public channels are closed to him, then he’s probably not much of a bigwig.

You might as well just hop on a plane and not put ’Kitten’ in a difficult position. When I manage to gain the upper hand over the Sinaloa Group, I’ll apologise by buying you a bag."

After listening, Monica, looking at ’Kitten’s’ disappointed eyes, spoke with a hint of sadness, "You also think I’m someone’s mistress?"

’Kitten,’ feeling a pang of distress, gripped Monica’s hand and said, "Monica, come with me. I can protect you. Forget those damned men, we can start a new life."

As she spoke, ’Kitten’ glanced at Joe Ga, whose expression was unreadable, and clenched her teeth, saying, "If worse comes to worst, we’ll go back to Brazil; our enemies are all dead, and we can live in our hometown."

Monica shook her head with a bitter expression and said, "I can’t run away. Alexanderson of the Gulf Cartel won’t let me go; without protection, we’re unsafe anywhere we go.

And..."

"And what? Just say it..."

Facing ’Kitten’s’ anxious questioning, Monica said helplessly, "Your boss is right, it is the CIA, but I’m not someone’s mistress. The CIA wants me to become someone’s mistress.

Luna, I’m now a CIA spy, it’s just that my mission hasn’t started yet."

’Kitten’ listened, unable to believe what she’d heard, "You’re actually a spy?"

Monica nodded helplessly and said, "They say I am. What can I do? I can’t escape it!

In maybe a week, or two, I’m supposed to have a chance encounter with the Crown Prince of Shah here in Los Angeles, and then become..."

"No way..."

’Kitten’ angrily gestured for Monica to stop talking, then clasping her hands together, looked at Joe Ga and said, "Boss..."