King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga had originally harbored no hopes of capturing any important figures...

His sole intent was to annihilate everyone in the warehouse and then present their corpses to the CIA as a grim token.

However, since Frester, who seemed to be the leader inside the warehouse, had survived until the final round of shooting, Joe Ga obviously couldn't just kill him off simply.

Joe Ga was well aware of what the big shots behind Eric wanted, and this living witness was valuable.

Sanderson ultimately couldn't bring himself to shoot the panicked young technicians, who were clearly logistical staff and didn't even have weapons.

Joe Ga could understand Sanderson's adherence to honor, so he simply had these young ones help pack up the bodies and then knocked them out before they all retreated together.

The idea of having the Shadow Messenger act to coerce a confession out of Frester came to Joe Ga after meeting with FBI Director Cooper, who had come to provide assistance.

He now knew that he lacked any real expertise in 'interrogation' and couldn't get hands-on to flay and disembowel the Shadow Messenger and the CIA personnel under FBI supervision, so he might as well make use of the conditions to let the Shadow Messenger act.

To be honest, Joe Ga held no personal grudge against the Shadow Messenger; it was normal for their professional stances to result in mutual loathing.

But now that the Shadow Messenger had been sold out by his boss, his allegiance naturally shifted.

Joe Ga certainly wouldn't trust him, but in the current situation, this guy definitely needed to cooperate with the FBI to continue striking against the Glorious Society, so he shouldn't be killed after all since Joe Ga's main enemy was always the Glorious Society.

Calling so many people to witness was also Joe Ga's idea...

As a 'contracted enforcer,' with a philosophy that nothing should be hidden from others, he laid everything out openly, ultimately exonerating himself.

When Frester admitted to his deeds under Leinker's influence, giving a conclusive end to the affair, Joe Ga extracted himself from the situation...

The CIA had no grounds to retaliate against him, they even had to pinch their noses and begrudgingly commend him, 'Well done,' then after the FBI finished interrogating Frester, they sent him to prison to serve as a warning to others.

Actually, all present were 'winners,' including the CIA's deputy director, but in terms of outcomes, Joe Ga and DEA's Michael Beach gained far too little from this affair...

However, Frester, in a bid to save his life, shouted something about a 'money cache,' which piqued Joe Ga's interest.

Pulling Michael Beach over to Frester, Joe Ga said with a smile, "Since you're going to confess, might as well do it swiftly."

Frester, with a dim look in his eyes, glanced at Joe Ga and shook his head, saying, "You've already got what you wanted, why should I say more?"

Joe Ga smacked his lips looking at this seasoned CIA agent, glanced at Michael Beach, and said with a smile, "This guy's going to prison, right?"

Michael Beach probably guessed what Joe Ga wanted to do and nodded with a smile, saying, "Of course, and he's going to the worst prison in Texas. I've been there once, and the conditions are absolutely dismal.

With what this guy has done, he'll get a tiny, windowless cell and rot there till the end."

Joe Ga, looking at Frester's expressionless face, smiled and said, "Tell me, give me the information, and I'll ask Director Beech to arrange a cell with a window for you. I believe everyone would agree to that much face."

Seeing that Frester seemed unmoved, Joe Ga sighed and shook his head, saying, "Then I'll just have to arrange your cellmates...

You hit me with a missile, I'll send the biggest 'missile' to greet you, and I'll regularly send Viagra to your cellmates."

After saying this, Joe Ga looked at Frester, whose color finally changed, and smiled, saying, "We're at this point now, you're probably not going to die, since it's all come to this, killing you is pointless, right?

Tell me the location of the 'money cache,' and once you're in prison, I'll personally deposit $200 into your prison account every month.

I bet even your wife wouldn't take care of you like this. This is my final offer; miss it, and you get nothing."

Frester, looking at the grinning Joe Ga, couldn't associate him with the devilish figure he had been before.

And weirdly, Frester couldn't even muster the energy to hate Joe Ga because he hadn't killed him, and he was subjected to 'internal judgement' for his own mistakes.

This wasn't even a case of the victor being the king; he couldn't understand why he had lost, nor could he predict Joe Ga would conclude the power games of the big players in such a manner.

Everyone at the scene was a pawn, but Joe Ga unexpectedly claimed the initiative in the most brutal manner.

Thinking about his impending fate, Frester finally nodded reluctantly, saying, "A single cell with a window, $1000 a month.

That's the Sinaloa Group's money cache in Los Angeles, containing at least two hundred million US dollars in cash, definitely worth it!!

Harlotte has dealings with the higher echelons of Sinaloa, and our strike against Seta and Jalisco was to help Sinaloa.

I received orders to send a batch of cash that had been stored for a long time from Sinaloa Group to Mexico.

The money is in a warehouse in Pasadena, Los Angeles, guarded by a team of drug-trafficking gunmen."

As Frester looked at the interested Joe Ga, he said, "You'll definitely be able to take them down, and then that money will all be yours."

Joe Ga listened, squinting at Frester, and smiled, saying, "I was going to agree to your terms, but now it's not $1000, it's $500.

Because you always treat me like one of your kind, and it seems like you want to trick me.

This is an insult to me, so your prison funds will be cut in half."

Frester, lying on the ground with a strange expression, said, "Why? Don't you want it? With your fighting skills..."

Joe Ga didn't wait for him to finish, he waved his hand and said, "You're mistaken, P.B isn't a rat from the sewers; we're contractors collaborating with the DEA, and fighting drug traffickers is our common goal."

"For those $20 tickets from traffickers, $10 million can crush someone, why wouldn't I want a check from the DEA?"

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at the beaming Michael Beach and said with a smile, "I'm right, aren't I, Michael?"

Michael Beach smiled and raised his thumb, saying, "That's a good choice. No matter how much cash P.B seizes, I will deposit 35% into the P.B company's account after counting it, and it's after taxes!"

I personally suggest you use this money to start a charity fund, and then you can invest in Africa openly and above board."

Operating a charity fund has some tricks to it, but you will have to figure those out yourself. You definitely won't be at a loss."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga laughed and shook hands with Michael Beach, then looked at Frester and said, "You see, there are other, better ways to handle things.

People shouldn't be too greedy. Those who always want to win it all not only have no friends but also lose everything in an instant when they lose."

Frester looked at the colluding Joe Ga and Michael Beach and finally realized why he had lost so miserably.

He thought this was a clandestine competition, where the outcome was merely a matter of winning, losing, or life and death.

But he was wrong!

In Joe Ga's view, he never considered himself as a thug lurking in the darkness.

He positioned himself as a 'law enforcer,' thought about and solved problems from that perspective, and then everything slid onto a strange track.

Many people won, only he lost!

Hu Lang made many friends, while he lost his entire life!

At this point, Frester realized that his loss was not at all unjust. When he went to war under the 'illegal' label and the first airstrike didn't take Joe Ga down, the conclusion was already sealed.

Hyenas can only take advantage when the lion isn't paying attention. Once the lion comes to, the hyena is doomed.

Now, Frester couldn't even muster the energy to be angry. He looked at Joe Ga and said, "1500 dollars a month, I'll give you another tip...

There will be a huge drug deal in Los Angeles in three days..."

Joe Ga heard this, exchanged a look with Michael Beach, then nodded at Frester and said, "OK, a cell with a window, 1500 dollars every month, FUCK, you make more money in prison than many hardworking people outside."

Frester smiled wryly and shook his head, saying, "If you saw the prices in prison, you definitely wouldn't say so.

Do you think it's possible for me to be transferred to a prison with more drug traffickers?

I'm quite the talker and I have good ears and eyes; I could certainly be a good informant."

At this moment, Joe Ga realized Frester's intentions. This guy had a strong will to survive and was extremely purposeful in his actions.

He was desperately showing his value without crossing the line, hoping he could have a chance to get out of prison before his life was ruined, or at the very least receive some preferential treatment that would make his time in prison a bit easier.

Smart, pragmatic, highly capable, just down on his luck.

If it weren't for this guy having bombed him with missiles, Joe Ga might really have put in a good word for him.

Nodding in agreement to Frester's request, Joe Ga said with a smile, "I agree to your request; give me the information..."

Upon hearing this, Frester looked at the pleased Joe Ga and said, "Could I make one more request?"

As he spoke, Frester saw Joe Ga's eyes suddenly grow sharp, and he hurriedly waved his hands saying, "It's not for myself, it's for them..."

"These young people don't know anything. I'll tell you everything you want to know, can you let them go?

"They don't know anything. They were supposed to go work with me in Africa after this, but now...

"These young people are done for, they won't last a week in prison."

Joe Ga looked at the sincere-faced Frester, squinting his eyes and said, "Are you really that kind-hearted?"

In pain, Frester shifted his body and struggled to sit up, saying, "I learned something from you. If I still have value, then why not help more people?"

As he spoke, Frester looked at several young faces showing gratitude, and he smiled bitterly, saying, "Even if they just put a little money into my prison account in the future, it's good."

Seeing that Frester had adopted a similar philosophy to his own, Joe Ga raised his thumb, then turned his head and whispered something to Michael Beach. After receiving a positive response, he walked up to the young men and handed out a business card...

"I am the boss of P.B's powerful military contracting company, Hu Lang!

As the real victims of your operation, having my forgiveness will significantly help your situation.

P.B is currently a partner of the DEA. If you are willing to work for me, call me, and I will get you a great lawyer.

Of course, given your 'blemishes,' your starting salary won't be high, and you'll be working in Central Africa.

But that's still better than prison, right?"