King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 614 - 588: Fury Unleashed

Joe Ga couldn’t fathom from where a gang leader mustered the audacity to set a trap for himself.

But when he stormed into a massive office and pushed open a huge door, he found that the people Mosin Harris had arranged there were too few.

It was a makeshift sterile surgical room, where several individuals in white lab coats were cowering in a corner, screaming incessantly.

On the operating table lay a corpse, its abdomen flayed open, all the valuables inside gone.

This was the end of the line for an organ farm. Attacked, the first response was to counterattack and then destroy all evidence.

The sight inside the operating room didn’t faze Joe Ga; instead, it made him pause for a moment.

Although the boss had seen many atrocities and had reviewed data about the Glorious Society’s organ farming operations, witnessing people being treated like pigs, carved up on a dissection table for their organs to be sold, was beyond his tolerance.

Gazing at the red incubators on either side of the operating table, Joe Ga incredulously looked at those trembling white lab coats in the corner, shook his head in disappointment, and then raised his gun, pulling the trigger repeatedly...

"Da, da, da, da..."

In total, four people, two men and two women, were almost simultaneously hit in the abdomen.

The low retention speed of the subsonic bullets meant they would tumble upon entering the body...

The intense pain instantly broke the will of those in lab coats; they fell to the floor, clutching their abdomens, screaming loudly for help.

Professional instinct told them not to move, for fear of worsening their injuries. Hence, holding onto their abdominal wounds, they looked up at Joe Ga with beseeching eyes...

"Save us, save us..."

Dorian reached out to close the eyes of the corpse on the operating table but found that the eyes, with the corneas removed, simply wouldn’t close.

Overwhelmed by anger, Dorian raised his gun...

Joe Ga stopped Dorian just as he was about to pull the trigger, took out his phone, and snapped a few photos of the faces of the lab coats. Then, standing up and turning around, he said as he walked away, "Don’t mind them, let them suffer..."

Dorian hesitated, then nodded emphatically, took out a Broad Sword from his bag, and when closing the door, hung it on the doorknob, placing a reflective sign on it to prevent the Hammer Squad from triggering it by accident.

Joe Ga didn’t concern himself with Dorian’s actions. He sent the photos to Thompson and said, "There’s an organ farm in the building. Investigate them, publish their identities, and have the Austria police comb through anyone connected to them with a medical background."

As Joe Ga pressed the communicator, he said, "Guys, I’ve seen the most disgusting scene in the world.

I can deal with murderers and even terrorists, but I can’t stomach people treating their own kind like pigs, slaughtering and selling them for money.

Everyone but Mosin, kill them all!

I want to personally rip that guy’s heart out and see..."

After a few seconds of silence in the communicator, Spurs spoke amidst a barrage of gunfire, "Yes, except for Mosin, kill everyone!"

Saying so, Spurs barked "Mag change!" then tossed a Flashbang Grenade towards the emergency exit and coordinated with Orange Cat, rushing to the emergency exit...

As they advanced, emptying their magazines, they took down six or seven gunmen gathered in the corridor, then moved forward to shoot each one again before continuing their search upstairs...

Far away, on the 4th floor at the other end, ’Ginger Head’ heard the boss’s order. He gestured for silence towards two people curled up in a room awaiting harvest that evening, then signaled his companion...

"Hammer Squad received, kill all the gang members!"

It was SAS’s first time fighting side by side with the boss. The battle wasn’t too fierce, but they vaguely felt as if they had crossed some line.

There was still a difference between soldiers and mercenaries, yet Joe Ga managed to maintain their sense of honor while fully unleashing their wild nature.

They felt nothing but ’thrill.’ Forget safety regulations and rules of engagement, they were all non-existent.

If you are Evil Ghosts, we will exterminate you!

These unshackled SAS were terrifying. Once they made up their minds, the cautioning voice in their heads urging them to ’take it easy’ disappeared, and they started blasting their way with grenades, instantly doubling their attacking efficiency.

The advance of Joe Ga and his group stalled in a corridor...

About 40 meters long, the remaining enemies on the 4th floor were gathered in a room on the left side of the corridor.

By then, the gang gunmen realized they were up against professionals. They gathered in the room; one group defended the doorway, shooting blindly towards both sides of the corridor, blocking the one-and-a-half-meter-wide passage, while another group huddled inside the room, desperately making phone calls for backup, some even dialing the emergency number...

But the signals around them had been jammed, and even civilian radios were useless.

This discovery plunged them into exceptional despair, yet they were clueless about how to respond.

Several gunmen, faint of heart, after running out of bullets, tentatively waved a towel outside...

"Let’s talk, we can surrender, as long as you..."

The gunman hadn’t finished speaking when a bullet hit his forearm. As he leaned forward in pain, another bullet struck his head.

At that moment, ’Ginger Head’ at the other end of the corridor signaled everyone to turn on their ID lights, then shouted into the communicator, stretched out his arm with the IR patch, and shook it rapidly...

When the counterattack resumed indoors, ’Ginger Head’ retracted his arm and said, "Boss, I need a chance to get closer."

Joe Ga pressed close to the corner and tentatively fired a few shots at the wall, only to discover that the office walls were the building’s load-bearing walls, and it wouldn’t be easy for the bullets to penetrate them.

Hearing ’Ginger Head’s’ words, an irate Joe Ga said, "Then figure something out, do I have to exchange niceties with a bunch of gangster gunmen?"

While speaking, Joe Ga took out a gas mask from his backpack and pressed the communicator, "H1, have your men get up to the ceiling and use gas to smoke them out."

’Ginger Head’ was startled by Joe’s irascible attitude and then, gritting his teeth, said, "No need, the ventilation system here is very narrow, it would take a long time to smoke them out with gas.

Watch ours..."

With that, ’Ginger Head’ gestured for everyone to put on gas masks and then collected several of their custom-made bombs from his comrades, connecting these cylindrical bombs together...

Once everyone was ready, ’Ginger Head’ nodded to a tall guy behind him, and then the big guy stepped forward with a bulletproof shield to ready himself.

After everyone was prepared, ’Ginger Head’ pressed the communicator and said, "Boss, cover us with gas and flashbang grenades..."

Being at the same angle as Hammer Squad, Joe Ga couldn’t see what ’Ginger Head’ and his team were about to do.

However, out of trust for T1, he nodded at Dorian and then threw two gas grenades with force toward the gunmen’s doorway.

Then, just as the gunmen noticed something was amiss and tried to close the door, two flashbang grenades tossed by Dorian exploded simultaneously at the entrance.

The loud explosion and blinding flash caused several gunmen at the door to scream...

It was at this moment that ’Ginger Head’, covered by the big guy, charged to the doorway, tossed the cylindrical bomb into the room, and then retreated as swiftly as if he’d been pricked by a needle.

Joe Ga and Dorian peeked in and saw a blinding flash, followed by a muffled explosion. Then the high-tech night vision devices on their faces went dark for a moment, recovering their function a few seconds later.

"Don’t move, boss. Hammer Squad, go, go, go..."

’Ginger Head’, having retreated, supported the big guy’s shoulder, leading his teammates forward rapidly and without hesitation, charging into the room. A series of gunfire erupted inside.

"Clear, put on gas masks and come over..."

Seconds after the gunfire ceased, ’Ginger Head’ called out over the communicator.

Joe Ga and the others quickly flipped up their night vision devices, put on gas masks, and rushed over.

Inside the room, six flashlight beams cut through the darkness, accompanied by silver fragments scattered all around.

Joe Ga, muffled by a gas mask, had no direct sense of the matter and was unaware of what the substance was. But the appearance of the wounded, disarmed gunmen, coughing as if to expel their lungs, indicated the weapons used by ’Ginger Head’ and his team were extremely vicious.

Watching ’Ginger Head’ and his team swiftly check the people in the room before standing up and shaking their heads in disappointment, Joe Ga decisively shot the wounded gunmen dead and then looked at ’Ginger Head’ to ask, "What kind of bomb did you use?"

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’Ginger Head’, seeming not to want to stay longer, signaled everyone to exit. He found a restroom, smashed the tap, and rinsed his head thoroughly under the gushing water...

"Boss, we used a metal fragment bomb. The metal fragments are at a micrometer level and can be inhaled into the respiratory tract when dispersed in the air. If someone gets caught, they’ll cough for the rest of their life."

A Hammer Squad member seemed genuinely haunted by the weapon; seeing no immediate access to a tap, he dashed over to a fire valve, attached a hose, and opened it wide.

Not only did he rinse himself, but he also cleaned the room they had just cleared and the hallway in front, allowing the deadly metal fragments to settle with the water to the ground.

Joe Ga wasn’t scared, as he ran the long-unused Omnipotent Toolbox, scanning all surrounding spaces. Its special grabbing functionality allowed him to sweep away the hazardous metal splinters.

Then, to appear more team-oriented, Joe Ga rinsed himself quickly and pressed the communicator, "Spurs, Orange Cat, how are you doing over there?"

"Boss, Kitten’s team has caught Mosin. But you might want to come up and have a look; I’m not sure how to deal with this situation..."