King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 617 - 591: The Angry Orange Cat

The girl sitting beside him looked at Joe Ga with helpless eyes after ’Kitten’ had left, and said, "Sir, where will we be sent? I want to make a phone call to my family..."

Joe Ga was taken aback for a moment and replied, "The signal is being jammed nearby, we need to buy enough time.

Firstly, because we have important things to do, and secondly, we want to catch Mosin Harris’s henchmen and his protective umbrellas all in one net.

I understand how you feel, but I hope you can be patient."

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at the girl, now dressed as a pregnant woman, and with a hint of sympathy said, "You are very brave; I hope you can help calm the other girls down. Believe me, this time your wait will definitely not be in vain..."

After hearing this, the girl wiped away a tear of disappointment and then nodded strongly, "Thank you, sir. My name is Grace, Grace Reed.

Thank you so much for rescuing me!"

Then she lowered her head to look at her slightly bulging stomach and said softly, "And my child..."

Joe Ga couldn’t quite understand the girl’s reaction. In his mind, girls who had experienced such ordeals usually would hate those who harmed them and also reject the child in their womb.

He was puzzled by Grace’s reaction, but he didn’t care much about it, nor did he really want to delve into their experiences. It was not only troublesome but would also severely affect his mood.

Joe Ga patted Grace on the shoulder and said, "I just happened to be there, and I’ve received your thanks."

With that, Joe Ga walked back to the operating room, closed the door, and stood with his arms crossed, looking at the howling Mosin...

When a person begins to break down and begs for death, it nearly proves they’ve hit their limit.

Joe Ga had nothing he wanted to ask him, but Orange Cat was constantly questioning him, wanting to extract everything possible from the guy.

Joe Ga knew that something was off with Orange Cat’s psyche; he was kicked out of HRT for being ’too hateful’ and ’violently aggressive’.

Watching the interrogation entering its final stages, with Orange Cat’s eyes turning red, Joe Ga walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Buddy, that’s enough. We don’t have time to deal with his fixed assets."

With bloodshot eyes, Orange Cat looked at Joe Ga, his voice somewhat hoarse as he said, "Boss, those women need money, and they won’t get justice..."

Joe Ga wanted to say that he really didn’t have time for this, but after Spurs whispered a few words in his ear, he chose to stay silent...

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"Boss, Orange Cat’s sister was once kidnapped, and the offender was released after spending just two years in juvenile detention because he was a minor.

When the guy got out, Orange Cat found an excuse to kill the bastard, resulting in the loss of his job.

His sister didn’t get anything; everyone was persuading her to forget the hate, telling her that it would twist her soul. In the end, the kid killed herself."

Joe Ga was stunned; he had truly not expected Orange Cat, a tough man, to have such a painful past.

Maybe he didn’t really have a psychological issue. What he had was anger born from a lack of justice being served.

Joe Ga felt that such a person indeed didn’t fit the role of a police officer. Although perhaps every victim would like the officer handling their case to be angry, anger is only a motivator—too much of it can easily lead one astray.

Yet, such people are suited to be mercenaries, crossing that line between black and white, driven by their own hearts. Maybe one day when honor completely replaces anger as Orange Cat’s main driver, he will return to normal.

Joe Ga looked at Orange Cat, whose eyes were blood-red, and nodded his head, saying, "This guy is just a gang boss; how much money can he have?

Go find Thompson, dig out his backers, only then can you get enough money.

If doing this makes you feel a bit better, then do it; it’s the right thing to do!"

After speaking, Joe Ga drew his dagger and stabbed Mosin forcefully in the chest, then patted Orange Cat on the shoulder, saying, "I now understand why you always seem so angry, you’re not wrong!

But I think you’re not torturing him right now, you’re torturing yourself, and there’s no need for that!"

With his eyes still red, Orange Cat looked at Joe Ga and said, "Boss, I understand. Letting him wait for death slowly is more satisfying than torturing him..."

Joe Ga was puzzled and asked, "What do you mean?"

With a twisted smile, Orange Cat replied, "Didn’t you stab him without killing him, so that he has to wait to die slowly?"

Startled, just as Joe Ga was about to look at what he had done, Karman grabbed his arm, pulled him out of the room while walking to the door, and said to Orange Cat, "You’re responsible for watching him take his last breath."

Joe Ga didn’t understand what was happening, and he looked at Karman, whispering, "What’s going on?"

After pushing the door open and pulling Joe Ga out, Karman glanced at Dorian, who was standing with his arms crossed against the wall, and then said to Joe Ga, "You stabbed him wrong, but it’s not bad this way..."

On hearing this, Joe Ga’s expression turned serious as he looked at Karman and said, "Actually, I did it on purpose. I wanted to prolong Mosin’s suffering."

With a chuckle, Karman shook his head and said, "I believe you; next time you’ll definitely stab in the right place."

Joe Ga wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but it felt like Karman was trying to console him...

Considering he was practically seasoned in killing, yet a stabbing could go wrong, Joe Ga, feeling irked, pointed at Karman’s hunting knife on his waist, and said, "It’s definitely because my dagger is too small. Next time I’ll switch to a bigger knife, guaranteeing a fatal wound wherever I stab."

Karman looked at Joe Ga’s hand and then at the gun on his waist, finally nodding and saying, "A big knife takes up too much space. Next time use a hatchet, or just shoot them. You’re the best in that regard!"

Just as Joe Ga was about to stubbornly argue back, Dorian said lazily, "Boss, have you ever thought, what if that guy was just lying to you earlier?"

Joe Ga was startled by Dorian’s question, and then he raised his middle finger and said, "I don’t believe someone would watch their own leg being sawed off and still dare not to tell the truth.

Besides, is it really that hard for a gang leader to betray others?"

Dorian looked at Joe Ga, who suddenly became uneasy, grinned, and said, "Boss, Blow Dart sent a message. He drove around that warehouse and saw a bunch of people from Liberia.

Mosin died too quickly; we have to take those guys out today, otherwise, there’d be trouble if they can’t get in contact tomorrow."

Joe Ga slapped his forehead and said, "I’m so pissed off by what Mosin did that I’m confused..."

As he spoke, Joe Ga pressed the communicator and said, "’Duke,’ have you found anything at the train station?"

"This is G1, no abnormalities at the train station, we checked the trains as well and found nothing suspicious."

After hearing that, Joe Ga decisively said, "Go to Modena Warehouse; we’ll meet there."

Saying this, Joe Ga pushed open the door to the operating room and yelled at Medical Officer Bird, "Medical Officer Bird, come with me; Spurs, Orange Cat you stay behind and wait for Thompson.

FUCK, I really was too anxious; I even advised ’Kitten’ before.

Next time remember to remind me, can’t mess up when I’m angry..."

In the sickroom, Mosin was still not dead, whimpering in pain; Medical Officer Bird decisively packed up his things, grabbed his equipment, and walked out.

Nobody would speak ill of Boss Qiao, because they all could see that the boss was affected by what happened to Orange Cat.

He had already stopped and was waiting for Thompson’s reply. It was after hearing about Orange Cat’s encounter that Boss Qiao angrily lost control a bit.

Everyone present wasn’t an agent; they were soldiers. The anger, empathy, and protectiveness that Boss Qiao showed made them happy and touched.

But men usually don’t speak sentimental words; once the boss gave an order, that was the end of it!

When Joe Ga went downstairs, he had regained his composure. He saw Thompson had already arrived downstairs and had taken over the evidence from ’Kitten’.

He walked over and glanced at the flickering police lights around, then watched a short-statured cop yelling something loudly at Officer Musbauer...

Seeing Musbauer’s impatient look, Joe Ga gave Dorian a pat on the arm...

Dorian fiercely rushed over, grabbed the short-statured cop by the neck, pressed him onto the car engine, and smashed his jaw with a punch.

Seeing some commotion among the surrounding cops, Joe Ga said sternly to ’Ginger Head’, "Disarm all the cops that arrive afterward..."

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at Thompson and said, "You go with Officer Musbauer for a tour upstairs.

The area around here is all office buildings, completely empty on a late night like this. I don’t believe the cops could have arrived so quickly.

If they really were that efficient, crimes of that level wouldn’t exist here.

Check the emergency call and also check out this police officer who wants to take over the crime scene."

Thompson was able to remain clear-headed in any situation; he knew what was important at the moment, so he decisively nodded and said, "Tony is still providing technical support at police headquarters. I will handle things here.

Boss, your mission is more important!"

As he spoke, Thompson looked at the slightly brightening sky and urged, "Boss, you need to hurry up. Once it’s light, those guys might start moving around; moreover, daylight will diminish your tactical advantage... "

Joe Ga wasn’t afraid of a fight, day or night it was all the same, but he still appreciated Thompson’s good intentions.

Hitting the guy’s shoulder firmly, he said, "I was a bit rattled back there; give me a good show. A few dead gangsters aren’t enough; someone has to take responsibility for what happened inside."

Thompson looked at the boss with a bit of emotion. Compared to the companies he served before, the current boss was indeed a good person, and a good person with a strong ability to empathize.

"Boss, I’ve contacted all the reporters I could reach. Now I have an hour to sort out the evidence and send it to them.

By 8 am, the news will be spread online, and the whole world will know what happened here.

The print media will follow up with an extra edition this afternoon. I can’t guarantee that all involved will die, but I can assure you that those who survive will find it hard to move in this world from now on."

Joe Ga liked clear-minded guys like Thompson; he pretended to search in his backpack, then took out two spray canisters with respirators and handed them to Thompson, saying, "This contains a type of micro metal powder. Once inhaled, it stays in the trachea forever and can never be eliminated.

I don’t believe people who would do such things for money will repent; only pain can remind them of what they did.

You know what to do, right?"

Thompson laughed without saying a word, instead, he put the two canisters into his pocket...

"Boss, you should set off now, and take Pincers with you; he’s an explosives expert!"