King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Just because Joe Ga had saved a few Rangers' lives in Niger, he had beaten an FBI agent, and even the FBI had to swallow their pride.

If someone says 'good morning' and you draw a gun, you deserve to get beaten to death!

Wagner finally understood Joe Ga's thoughts, and smilingly patted 'Spur' on the arm, saying, "Since the boss has spoken, then we should act according to the boss's ideas.

As long as our movement patterns are not discovered, I believe we can handle any danger."

As he spoke, Wagner looked at Joe Ga and said with a smile, "But boss, I think we should still communicate with the FBI; we are not enemies."

After listening, Joe Ga nodded and said, "Of course, I am willing to contribute to the eradication of the 'Glorious Society'!

I like to do things openly; I am happy to cooperate with the FBI in fighting crime, but that doesn't mean I can tolerate their sneaky maneuvers behind my back.

Go and talk to them, tell them my thoughts, and save yourselves the trouble, you former FBI guys."

.........

Manhattan Police Department...

Detective Daniel with a stack of files and a cup of coffee in hand, headed towards the interrogation room.

Seeing his blonde partner Ailin blocking the hallway, Daniel drank the rest of his coffee in one gulp, then threw the empty cup into the nearby trash bin, and said impatiently, "What are you doing?"

Ailin, with a helpless look, stared at Daniel, the notorious tough cookie of the New York police, and said, "Boss, the guy inside is FBI; the higher-ups called, and someone will be here soon to take him away."

Upon hearing this, Daniel looked puzzled and said, "So does that mean the FBI can brandish a gun at innocent bystanders in Central Park early in the morning?"

Ailin, caught off guard, then replied helplessly, "Boss, why not wait for our chief to handle this? You doing this will..."

Daniel, after listening, suddenly furrowed his brows and said sternly, "This is our city, but now someone is messing around in our city.

This morning's case was clearly someone trying to divert our attention to George Pas.

The dead woman's husband knew very well his wife had taken someone's money, then caused trouble at the airport, but even when I caught him first, he still refused to tell me who paid the money."

Now the FBI is also watching George Pas; there are things here we don't know about. I have a feeling, if we don't figure it out, more innocent people will die."

Ailin did not expect Daniel to have done so much work in just under six hours; she said in amazement, "How did you find out..."

Daniel waved his hand and said, "A seven-foot-tall woman will leave a memorable impression wherever she goes.

I also have an informant who is very popular in the Manhattan doorman circles, so I easily found those who had a conflict with the victim at the airport.

I called to check and found that the main members among those people haven't gone out since checking in, except for one Russian and one American.

Logically, I should now summon George Pas here, but I've changed my mind.

I need to know what exactly happened.

Someone wants me to summon George Pas, but I just don't want to follow their thoughts."

As he spoke, Daniel pointed towards the interrogation room and said, "Now, the answers I need are in there; are you still going to stop me?"

Seeing Daniel's stubborn expression, Ailin hesitated but eventually stepped aside, then followed Daniel and said, "I'll accompany you, but please don't break the rules, okay?"

Daniel looked at Ailin's resolute face. He tugged at his own earlobe and pushed open the interrogation room door, saying, "Of course, we're just going to talk to him about the Class 2 felony he committed."

"The FBI must give us an answer. Why would they let an agent with a compromised mental condition carry out a mission?"

"I have a caller who happens to be a well-known personal blogger in New York. He would definitely be keen to report what he encountered."

Ailin, through the half-open interrogation room door, saw the unlucky FBI agent stiffen as Daniel spoke. She rolled her eyes at the cunning Daniel and then pushed the door open to enter first...

"My mission is confidential. You can't disclose any details about me..."

The unfortunate guy shouted angrily at Daniel, "I'm an FBI agent. I'm on a mission.

I'll report your threats to my superiors, you...."

Daniel slammed the documents on the table. Then frowning, while gesturing for Ailin to turn on the interrogation room camera, he said, "What is this guy talking about? Does he have a problem with his brain? It's my first time meeting him. What did I threaten him with?"

Ailin, seeing the unlucky guy's frustrated expression, touched the corner of her mouth to disguise a smile, then seriously said, "Boss, I don't know what he's talking about either.

I think we should request a psychiatric evaluation for him. As an FBI agent, drawing a gun on innocent bystanders in Central Park, his mental state might be compromised."

Saying this, Ailin looked reassuringly at the unlucky guy, "Don't be nervous. We are actually colleagues. I can understand the issues arising from working under high pressure for an extended period. Don't worry...."

The hapless man looked at Ailin incredulously, who was treating him like a lunatic, and shouted angrily, "You know nothing, you don't even understand how dangerous the 'innocent bystander' you mentioned can be?

I'm on a mission. I'm not fucking crazy!"

Daniel looked at the unlucky guy, shook his head, and said, "Buddy, I think you're seriously ill. I've seen the park surveillance footage and didn't notice anything dangerous about that 'innocent bystander'.

And you...."

While speaking, Daniel pointed at the continuously running camera, "Your behavior just now was like that of someone with schizophrenia. You need a doctor, a psychiatrist."

The unlucky FBI agent was extremely worn out both physically and mentally, and he was naturally unguarded against New York police.

When Daniel labeled him as an agent with mental issues, he felt he had to say something or else his career was over....

Looking at Daniel, who now had a sympathetic expression while sitting across from him, the unlucky guy hesitated and said, "That 'innocent bystander's' code name is 'Hu Lang,' and he runs a military contracting company in Africa.

He's here at the invitation of Admiral William Alexander to establish an international military contracting company in the United States.

And his enemy is the Glorious Society...."

"Enough!"

Just as Daniel's eyes were lighting up with intrigue, a white man with a mustache walked into the interrogation room. He looked at Daniel and said, "You can leave now. We're taking over from here."

Daniel glanced at the chief, who was standing at the door of the interrogation room, signaling him desperately to get out....

The short redhead, Paul Scholes, chose not to obey the order. Instead, he looked up into the mustache's eyes and said firmly with a smirk, "I have evidence related to that Hu Lang and the Glorious Society.

If I'm kicked out of the case, it makes sense for me to forget those clues, right?"

Saying this, Daniel looked at his chief and said solemnly, "Sir, someone has turned New York into a battlefield. This is our city; we can't just stand by."