King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 399 - 385 Influence

Inside Monica’s seaside mansion...

Joe Ga, wearing a pair of baggy shorts and with several ice packs tied around his ribs, sighed wearily as he lay on the sofa, his head resting on Nis’s lap. "Rub my head for me, I’ve got a bit of a headache, probably a side effect of getting shot," he said.

Gently pressing her fingers against Joe Ga’s temples, Nis, after hesitating for a moment, replied, "Let’s go back to Africa, I think it’s safer there.

"We’re always tied down here, and if Dragon Gecko were here, he would surely have Elephant bring a grenade launcher..."

Joe Ga held Nis’s face in his hands, squeezing a smile from her lips, then shook his head and said, "We need to give the bad guys some room, or our fight will keep escalating.

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"We’ve always had the upper hand, it’s just that this time it was quite sudden. If we had prepared a bit more beforehand, would it have been so disastrous?"

While speaking, Joe Ga glanced at the TV and called out to ’Kitten’ sitting not far away, "Turn up the TV volume; these FBI guys really suck. Over a hundred of them charged in and still nearly let someone get away."

’Kitten’ took a bite of an apple, grabbed the remote control to increase the TV volume, and then they heard the TV announcer say with excitement, "According to the latest news, a joint operation by the FBI and DEA has dismantled a huge drug operation between the Sinaloa Group and the Glorious Society.

According to reports from our reporters at the front, our agents have seized a total of 2 tons of HLY and over 250 million US Dollars in cash."

Then the TV image switched to a smoking airport, filmed by the TV station’s helicopter from above.

Numerous ambulances and fire trucks were moving around the private airport, and FBI agents with injuries kept being loaded onto the ambulances, while several bodies covered with white sheets lay on both sides of the airport runway.

The TV announcer’s tone became solemn...

"FBI and DEA agents engaged in a fierce shootout with Glorious Society operatives using a transport plane to ship drugs at a private airport in Pasadena. According to the tally, 5 agents were shot dead on the spot and 38 were injured.

The HRT’s ’Baboon Squad’ and ’Hammerhead Shark’ Squad lost four excellent team members.

But our brave agents held on till the end, not a single armed member of the Glorious Society escaped; 38 were killed, and 32 were captured.

This is the most intense drug war since America was founded.

Now let’s connect to our reporter outside the Pasadena Warehouse, where it’s said that the battle was equally fierce..."

Soon, the TV showed a scene outside the warehouse, where a reporter leaning against a tree, vomited out everything in his stomach, then stood up with effort, wiping the vomit from his lips, and said with a grim expression, "Our camera operator just captured some shots inside the warehouse with a drone, and those images need to be processed before we can show them to you.

But I must tell you, the battle that happened here was definitely much more brutal than at the airport.

Our camera operator briefly counted the bodies, reaching a total of 86, and there are still more uncollected inside the warehouse.

I don’t know what happened here, but the HRT Fallen Angels Squad members are unwilling to be interviewed, and the FBI’s on-scene commander looks very somber; he only told me that Sinaloa Group’s rank three operative Selas was killed here.

As to whether any of our agents were wounded or killed, the FBI’s on-scene commander is keeping mum, but I guess the situation here wasn’t good before.

I will keep monitoring the scene and will update you with any news."

Joe Ga, watching the camera switch back to the airport on TV, said to Nis, "See, see, I told you those guys are useless. They had helicopters and armored vehicles against only 70 people, and it still turned out like this.

Look at us; we’re the professionals, right?"

Nis, looking at Joe Ga’s smug expression, gently shook her head and said, "Facing warriors from an organization like the Glorious Society, setting limits on ourselves is like sending our own to death.

"I don’t want to contest with the Glorious Society or drug traffickers in America anymore. With this lesson, they won’t handle things like this next time.

"Last night, if they had two RPGs, the outcome might have turned around."

Joe Ga was aware of Nis’s thoughts; she was frightened because she had been shot, feeling that America was full of restrictions, which had begun to erode her sense of security.

This girl is not the type who, out of worry, persuades her man not to stir up trouble.

She’s the kind that will join you in murder and arson, but only if you have a bigger gun than your opponent.

Joe Ga also couldn’t tell her that he had unique logistic support; if things really got to the worst, pulling out two Cloud Bombs to clear the way was still no problem for him.

Understanding Nis’s thoughts, Joe Ga held her hand and smiled, saying, "Yesterday was our last battle in America; we’re done fighting.

"You want to go home, then let’s go home, but there’s still something I haven’t finished...

"Prince Sayyid has already arrived in Los Angeles, and I have to attend a party the day after tomorrow.

"I need to see that Harlotte; he’s Frester’s behind-the-scenes boss, a pity I can’t kill him myself just yet."

"I can go say hi to him, and after we clear up Monica’s mess, we can catch a ride back to the States with the Prince on his plane."

"We’re heading back to Sangha Town this time, and our house there is almost finished being renovated."

"It will be a perfect opportunity to check it out and maybe introduce that rascal Gino to Rick and Phil, which might help tone down their wild side a bit." Read new adventures at novelbuddy

Joe Ga, grinning with his teeth showing, looked around quickly and said, "Where has Gino gone? That kid is bound to cause trouble if he disappears for more than an hour."

Nis said nonchalantly, "Gino and Ayu went out shopping with Tony."

"Tony said they need a lot of gear for Africa, so I gave them Eric and your brother’s numbers, and then they left with a list in hand."

Joe Ga, massaging his temples in frustration, said, "Call them and tell them to stop dealing with those second-hand vendors. We have money now; tell them to buy the genuine, branded stuff... FUCK, how did I not realize before that Gino is literally a little bandit? He’s going to corrupt Ayu."

Nis just smiled and didn’t respond, while Monica drifted over like a ghost with a cup of tea in hand and sidled up to Joe Ga.

Seeing the hot pants and tank top Monica was wearing, Joe Ga rubbed his nose and said, "What’s up now?"

Monica handed Joe Ga the tea and after a small cough, solemnly said, "I want to thank you—properly thank you!"

Joe Ga took a sip of the overly sweet tea, grimaced, and set it aside, asking, "What’s going on now?"

Monica, with a brilliant smile, said, "Alejandro called, he wanted me to thank you and hopes you’ll visit when you’re free.

I checked with someone from the FBI, and Tony’s team spent the whole day assisting the FBI, DEA, and police in a joint operation, capturing hundreds of gang members and drug traffickers.

Alejandro took the opportunity to take over Sinaloa’s turf in Los Angeles."

Monica, seeing Joe Ga looking somewhat indifferent, paused and then said, "Tony told me that a lot of the equipment he needed was not available in the store, so I took the liberty of contacting Director Cooper of the FBI…"

"He arranged for a few agents, along with someone from the FBI’s tech division, to accompany them to Santa Monica.

With the FBI involved, Tony and the others were able to purchase many things they wanted from those tech companies."

Joe Ga paused, then nodded in approval...

He needed someone who was aware and considerate to handle some social niceties for him.

For instance, if Monica called Cooper and he refused, Joe Ga would know where he stands and still have room to negotiate as a boss.

Since Cooper didn’t hesitate to fulfill Monica’s request, it showed he was a decent guy.

Probably he was just embarrassed about the issues with HRT’s ’laxity’ and the severe casualties at the airport, so he felt uncomfortable meeting Joe Ga.

Sometimes eschewing flat communication, although it might cause some misunderstandings, provides everyone additional leeway, which is crucial for people of stature.

Realizing Monica had saved him a lot of hassle, Joe Ga said with a smile, "Since you’re so capable, why don’t you call Michael Beach and ask him when our ’bonus’ will be deposited?

And when will this damn witness protection program ever end?

Oh, and if you’re free, why don’t you join Devil Bird, ’Kitten’, Hemostat, and Carmen for a shopping trip in Los Angeles, buy some stuff or whatever.

Making other women like you should be easy for you."

Then Joe Ga looked up at Nis and said with a smile, "Do you want to check out the party the day after tomorrow? If you’re thinking of going, you’ll need a suit."

Nis glanced at the cheerful Monica, shook his head, and said, "I’m not going, I’m not interested in that sort of thing."

Joe Ga, nodding, said, "Then go out and take a walk, don’t just stay cooped up here. We still need a lot of stuff for our house, even if you don’t want to buy anything for yourself, get something fun for our home, like a robot vacuum cleaner or something…"

As Joe Ga was speaking, as if by telepathy, he received a call on his phone from Prince Sayyid...

"Hi, Hu Lang, I’m in Los Angeles, do you have time to come to Malibu?

I have a friend who would like to meet you."