King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1042: 927 Admission

Chapter 1042: Chapter 927 Admission

Even though Joe Ga ntally prepared himself, he was still startled by the scene inside the thatched hut.

It was at this mont that Joe realized the deeper aning behind the old freaks’ use of skin-stripping witch dicine. He understood better that this stuff wasn’t actually lethal. This realization was what allowed him to resist the icy dread erupting from deep within himself. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have lasted a minute in this room.

A living person without skin had their arms spread open and nailed to the ground with large spikes.

Their body twisted incessantly, like a red, plump worm, wailing in despair while crying out in Sangha dialect for Dorian to kill them.

There was no pain perception, but the man had already been terrorized into complete breakdown.

It seed as though most of the Evil Ghosts in this world couldn’t bear to face their true selves, just as people can’t voice their darkest desires aloud.

The impact of this scene was indescribable…

Joe Ga gazed into the skinless man’s unblinking, lidless eyes and read an unbearable depth of despair within them…

Watching Dorian’s visibly unsettled deanor after entering several minutes earlier, and glancing at Benjamin Flake’s soaked pants, Joe Ga pulled out a dagger, pressed it against the unfortunate man’s chest, and freed his right hand.

The skinless man wasted no ti grabbing the dagger and forcefully slashing his own throat.

As the carotid artery was severed, a torrent of blood spurted forth, flowing down the grooves carved into the ground and pooling at Benjamin Flake’s feet.

The middle-aged white man, appearing around forty, collapsed into a trembling ball as though cornered by an Indian thug, completely disregarding his thigh wound and screaming in fright…

“Don’t do this! I’ll tell you whatever you want to know! Please, just spare ! I’m just an employee…”

Dorian raised his phone, carefully avoiding the horrifying corpse in the cara shot before signaling to the boss that it was ti to begin…

Joe Ga watched Ayu treat the corpse like garbage, wrapping it in a patched, worn-out thatched mat, tying it up, and dragging it outside to toss it in with the villagers’ bodies, further adding to the sins committed by this group…

He crouched down in front of Benjamin with a smile and said, “Hello, Mr. Flake, welco to Africa…

I believe we need to discuss what you’ve been doing here. I’ll need a full and objective account of your actions, as this confession will beco evidence in court.

Make sure not to lie, and don’t try to shirk responsibility—we all know you’re just one of the operatives.

The number of guilty parties you can drag down with you will decide the treatnt you’ll receive going forward.

Personally, I lean towards skinning you alive and letting you watch yourself being devoured by snakes and bugs as you die in despair.

But then I thought, if you die, your superiors might pin all the bla on you while escaping scot-free…

That wouldn’t be fair—to you, to those who’ve died, or to the world…

Don’t you agree?”

Benjamin’s trembling intensified as he realized Joe Ga seed intent on respecting legal procedures. He stamred, “The confession you get this way wouldn’t be valid in court.”

Joe Ga chuckled indifferently and said, “That’s sothing you’d have to discuss with a Central African judge or a Congo judge.

If you find it invalid, you can argue with the judge when you’re in court.

But before that, I need you to tell everything you know…

I’m a gentle man—I usually hate to resort to violence against captives—but my partner here is different. He has a hobby of collecting human tissue. The kneecap is his favorite part…”

Dorian shot a curious glance at his boss, wondering when he himself had beco a sadist…

Under Benjamin’s terrified gaze, Dorian smiled mischievously, pulled out a dagger, slashed open Benjamin’s pant leg, and used a carbon pen to mark his kneecap before growling viciously, “I love those smooth, pristine pieces…”

Dorian’s acting skills were diocre, but the suffocating atmosphere left Benjamin no room for doubt…

Watching the blade’s tip sliding across his knee, Benjamin shrieked and recoiled, shouting, “I’ll talk! I’ll talk! I’m a virus experinter for South Africa’s ‘G.I.D.’ company…

My task this ti was to spread a mutated Zika virus in the Congo region, test the company’s new drug, and verify the vaccine’s efficacy.

I was accompanied by a 16-person corporate team and a group of local collaborators.

Our operation began four months ago, releasing virus-carrying mosquitoes along the Congo River and Ubangi River during our boat journey.

The Zika virus wasn’t very lethal, and for a long ti, the locals didn’t even realize what was happening.

It wasn’t until the virus reached Sangha Town that it was discovered.

I’ve told you everything—this is all I’ve done…”

Joe Ga listened and shook his head, saying, “That’s not enough. I need more information…

Perhaps losing a few things might jog your mory…”

Benjamin instantly felt a sharp pain in his knee. Seeing the gash Dorian left with the knife, he cried out in terror, “Wait! Wait! Let think—let think…

Early on, I went to a place called Yamako. The company’s higher-ups ordered the action team into a jungle to collect hybrid coca samples.

But after many attempts and several n dead, they failed to succeed.

Eventually, the company stopped sending updates, but I knew more rcenaries had gone into the jungle. They started training so rebel forces.

We provided them with new stimulants, enabling them to form larger guerrilla factions to raid towns along the tributaries, diverting the attention of the jungle defenders.

But those jungle defenders were ferocious. The company’s team never found a chance to seize the hybrid coca.

After a while, the company gave up on hybrid coca and focused entirely on experinting with the virus.”

Benjamin then noticed Joe Ga’s dissatisfaction and shouted desperately, “Sir, Sir, I know one more thing…

Northern Congo isn’t their major battleground—South Congo is!

Corporations are banding together, hiring more rcenaries to infiltrate Congo, and selling weapons to guerrillas. They aim to create chaos to overthrow Kabila and install soone new.

Their target is the North Kivu and South Kivu provinces, and their leader is an Englishman…

Sir, Sir, that’s all I know—I beg you, I beg you not to harm …”

Joe Ga paused to think before asking, “Do you have a partner nad David?”

Benjamin’s pupils shrunk sharply, and he nodded forcefully, saying, “Yes, yes, David Carson. He’s the leader of this experint.

He’s currently in the nearby jungle. He’s gone missing, and the action team is looking for him.”

Joe Ga grinned and nodded, saying, “So you stayed on the boat to rendezvous with them once they found him, correct?”

Benjamin nodded vigorously, replying, “Yes, yes. ‘Barsakya’ told to stay on the boat and wait for news. He said he’d et after locating David.”

Joe Ga stroked his chin and asked, “‘Barsakya’—is that a na or a codena?”

Benjamin, having realized he wasn’t escaping, replied promptly, “Codena. ‘Barsakya’ refers to a type of venomous dragon.

He’s been the captain of the ‘G.I.D.’ action team, specializing in virus experints and collecting new viral samples.”

Joe Ga feigned realization, nodding, and saying, “Wow, it seems this isn’t your first ti doing this. Tell , where else have you done similar things?”

Benjamin lowered his head and admitted, “We lab workers handle different projects, and the virus research isn’t limited to just us.

But I know that six years ago, our company tested a similar virus in West Africa, though the outco wasn’t very effective…”

Joe Ga frowned, took out his phone to search, and scoffed, saying, “What about the Ebola virus? I don’t believe you didn’t study that…”

Benjamin protested, shaking his head, “Nearly every virus research institution has an Ebola virus sample, and many labs work on it.

The 2014 Ebola outbreak in West Africa resulted from an accident—it wasn’t deliberately leaked by any virus research facility.

Because Ebola’s fatality rate is too high, its onset ti too short…

Without discovering a specific treatnt, Ebola provides no profit for pharmaceutical companies.”

Joe Ga lightly shook his head after hearing this…

The reason pharmaceutical companies weren’t interested in Ebola was apparently because the virus was too deadly…

A virus without a cure offers no profit, so regular pharmaceutical firms wouldn’t touch it—it made sense.

Yet why were so many people still researching it?

Joe Ga didn’t want to delve into issues unrelated to him. He simply felt that in terms of courting death, virus researchers had to be at the top of the list.

Looking at the captured Benjamin, Joe Ga stood up, loaded his gun with bullet ant ammo, and shot him in the thigh. Before the man could scream, Joe turned to Dorian and said, “Once he recovers, have him disclose the nas and contact information of his superiors, as well as how he managed to operate here under the guise of the Red Cross.

I need a few nas to cross-reference with TC’s investigation…”

As Benjamin writhed on the ground, clutching his leg and shrieking in agony like soone branded with a hot iron, Joe Ga shook his head slightly and said, “You won’t die—you’ll stand trial in court.

Congo’s prison conditions are pretty good. I’ll make sure you’re arranged with cellmates suffering from contagious diseases—you’ll love them…”