King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 604 - 578 I Wish for World Peace

No one would have thought that Joe Ga had a recording of Isabella Foster and her superior.

With this recording in hand, Joe Ga saw the whole situation clearly and was able to negotiate and exchange with ease.

By contacting Ambassador Steven with Prime Minister Cameron of England, and exploiting the contradictions between the Cabinet and the Shadow Cabinet, Joe Ga effortlessly gained Cameron's support.

Frester was absolutely right in saying that, from the cause up, the Detonator incident posed no great threat to England, and having a Detonator alone was actually meaningless.

Because for countries capable of enriching uranium, designing and manufacturing a Detonator was not difficult.

If Gaddafi had quietly obtained a Detonator back then, focused on developing nuclear weapons, instead of causing a stir over currency and energy, he would have fallen into England's trap and lived peacefully for a long time.

The matter was only because it failed; had it succeeded, it would have been touted as a great political victory.

Using this as a bargaining chip in negotiations with England was, of course, not quite sufficient.

But Joe Ga had his own talents. When faced with challenges, he would break them down, seeking out the most core part, that is, an individual.

When he shifted the concept from a national issue to a personal one, and narrowed the scope of the attack, things began to change.

Cameron certainly wouldn't like England's interests being harmed, and now that Joe Ga had handed him a knife, he was, of course, willing to take it up and slash at his opponents a few times, saving England's reputation while also attacking his political enemies.

As long as Joe Ga could stop the chemical bomb, the final result would be a false alarm for France and Germany, while England would smoothly overcome the crisis, and Joe Ga would reap all the favors.

Even Madeline's revenge was avenged, and Isabella's mission was completed!

Apart from a few of England's big shots who had to pay a personal price, everyone else was a winner.

Politicians have to take oaths before taking office, let alone at this moment when party interests and national interests align.

It's not that they are wronged, but even if they were, they would have to grit their teeth and pinch their noses to swallow the arsenic.

Joe Ga met with Isabella not to show off or anything, but to get her to cooperate with him.

Having listened to Isabella's phone call with the Iron Lady, Mrs. Miles, Joe Ga judged that Isabella was an English agent, not someone's personal agent.

Once you grasp what she needs, you can make her cooperate honestly.

There are many patriots in this world, but not many who are heartbroken for their bosses.

How can big shots use grand slogans to sacrifice agents like Madeline, to force Isabella into irregular actions, and not expect the small fry to stick to national interests and deeply trap the big shots in return?

The thrill of challenging the powerful is etched in everyone's mind, and no one is an exception.

Having finalized all plans, Joe Ga drove to Zurich, Switzerland, three days later.

He had scoured the map of Italy, but couldn't find a suitable "battlefield." The Greater Milan area in the north of Italy was too densely populated and socially complex, but Switzerland, the perpetual neutral country, met all of Joe Ga's requirements.

Of course, the Italians played a role in this as well.

Thompson had been staying in Italy; initially, he used France's resources to gather intelligence, but later, the Italian Security Department, using its connection with the Energy Group and P.B., reached out to Thompson, pleading with them not to start a war in northern Italy...

The Greater Milan area is very close to Switzerland. Go fight in Switzerland!

The Swiss have fewer people, more mountainous terrain, complex geography, and smooth roads, able to meet both sides' need to "quietly take care of business."

For this, the Italian Security Department coordinated many resources to assist Thompson's activities, ensuring Joe Ga's safety within Italian territory.

In a mountain chalet about 50 kilometers outside Zurich, Joe Ga, Karman, Dorian, and Kitten drove on the empty road for 30 minutes and entered Zurich...

Joe Ga really liked the environment in Switzerland, clean and fresh, aside from the bizarrely high prices, it was an ideal place for long-term living.

Joe Ga spent half a day in the rented mountain chalet and fell in love with the place.

A man, a dog, a Qing Shan, a small lake, a patch of grass...

The onrush of nature would settle most people's spirits.

As long as you don't go shopping in Switzerland's supermarkets, this is a perfect place.

If not for the sea having a stronger pull on Joe Ga, he might have impulsively bought that mountain chalet.

Kitten has been thrilled these past few days; with Joe Ga, the affluent boss, by his side, they experienced the joy of a credit card that couldn't be maxed out when passing through Milan.

If they hadn't sent those things away while in Italy, they might need an extra car now.

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The car drove into Zurich and eventually stopped outside a French restaurant, following the navigation's directions.

'Kitten' adjusted her gear, picked up her SVD and said, "I'll be going to the second floor of the hotel across the street to keep watch, remember to sit by the window."

"If you touch that Isa's ass, I'll take her out right away," said 'Kitten', pulling Joe Ga's arm and whispering into his ear.

Joe Ga turned his head and kissed Kitten on her delicate nose, smiling as he said, "Your behavior makes me feel very accomplished, try to keep it up."

After speaking, Joe Ga looked at Karman and Dorian in the front seat, saying, "Dragon Gecko stays in the car, Dorian comes in with me. Actually, I am just going to have a chat with that Isa; there won't be any trouble."

As Joe Ga spoke, a waiter opened the car door and extended a polite hand, saying, "sir..."

Joe Ga and Dorian got out of the car, gesturing for Karman to drive away. Then, looking at the rather handsome waiter, Joe Ga smiled and handed over a 20-euro tip before saying, "I'm here to meet someone, Isabella Foster. She's made a reservation."

Upon hearing this, the waiter looked a bit troubled as he glanced at Dorian and then at the very imposing Joe Ga, saying, "Sir, Miss Foster reserved a table for two, and this gentleman..."

Joe Ga laughed upon hearing that, gave Dorian—whose bodyguard air was a bit too strong—a glance, then he took out two large bills and stuffed them into the waiter's hand saying, "I'm sure you can manage to find a nice spot for my associate."

High-class restaurant waiters are mostly smart and aren't shy about taking tips.

After receiving Joe Ga's tip, the waiter smiled and said, "If this gentleman doesn't mind, I can arrange for a single table to be added specifically for him.

Sir, reservations at our restaurant normally require a week's notice; this is the best I can do.

The spot may be average, but I assure you that our food will make this gentleman feel that it's worth his while."

Jokingly, Joe Ga glanced into the waiter's ear and then patted his arm while walking into the restaurant, saying, "How much is your MI6 annual salary?

I like a guy who's articulate like you. Truth be told, knowing how to shoot isn't really a skill; being able to communicate is the real talent."

The waiter was taken aback and said, "Sir, I don't understand what you're talking about?"

Joe Ga pointed to his earpiece, then smiled and said, "Your radio is too sophisticated; I just happen to be quite sensitive to this kind of stuff, and I've seen SAS guys with it."

As Joe Ga spoke, he watched the waiter's face immediately stiffen. He smiled and said, "It's okay, we're not enemies after all. Just remember to get some good food for my guy, you guys can't be changing chefs, right?"

The composure displayed by Joe Ga left the waiter feeling a bit uncomfortable, and he could only give a stiff smile as he led the two into the restaurant...

Joe Ga arrived promptly at 8 o'clock; the restaurant was fairly full by then, with Isa dressed in a silver evening gown sitting in a corner, swaying a glass of champagne in her hand as if deep in thought.

Joe Ga signaled for Dorian to find a seat with the waiter, and himself walked casually up to Isa and sat down, smiling as he said, "Hi, Isa, you look absolutely stunning right now, oh, and let me add, the freckles on your face are quite adorable..."

When Isa saw Joe Ga appear, her face lacked any sign of a smile.

After Joe Ga sat down, Isa waved the undercover waiter over and, looking at Joe Ga, said, "I went ahead and ordered the food without asking your opinion; I think you won't mind since you're used to doing the same, right?"

Joe Ga, as if to be expected, nodded and said, "Of course, as long as we are on the same page and have good intentions, I don't mind someone taking care of things for me."

Upon hearing Joe Ga twist the 'right to order' into a thoughtful service, Isa put down her champagne, looked into his eyes, and asked, "What exactly do you want to do? How did you find out we lost the Detonator?"

Joe Ga paused for a moment before he suddenly laughed and said, "Don't worry about how I found out. Right now, I'm willing to turn in Madeline, but I need your help to set up a meeting with Amal.

I don't care whether you can get the Detonator from Amal; as long as I can deal with the chemical bombs, I might even pretend I don't know what your problem is."

Upon hearing this, Isa furrowed her brows and looked at Joe Ga, asking, "Is that all?"

Joe Ga shook his head with a smile and said, "Precisely, you only need to know that much.

If you have national interests at heart, you should understand that working with me is your best option.

Because, in my view, the Detonator is just a political game, but chemical bombs are a real and present threat."

Isa inherently doubted Joe Ga's intentions, and after pondering a moment, she said to him, "You want to intercept those chemical bombs, why?

You're a mercenary; if bombs go off, you'll have endless business."

Joe Ga was momentarily bewildered by Isa's logic and then, a bit disappointedly, waved his hand and said, "I'm not looking to intercept the bombs because I want to make something of myself from them, but because you all are incompetent.

You're just a minor character with no right to voice your opinion on the mission, so you can't understand what I need."

Then leaning back, Joe Ga let the waiter pour him some champagne, took a sip, and disdainfully shook his head and said, "You probably won't believe me, but right now I want world peace more than most of you.

Yet it's precisely because of people like you, and those who give you your orders, that I've been able to grow to where I am today.

I should thank MI6 for continuously causing trouble, giving me the chance to grow and expand my business."