King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1392 - Capítulo 1392: 1178: Boss Qiao's Patience Run

Capítulo 1392: Chapter 1178: Boss Qiao’s Patience Runs Out (Part 2)

“I’m not the enemy, I just want you to leave…”

“I’m not the enemy, I just want you to leave…”

Joe Ga glanced at the guy’s urine-stained pants, shook his head, and pressed the communicator, saying: “Notify the Iraqi Special Forces to check all suspicious buildings around the airport.”

As he said this, Joe Ga switched channels and asked: “Hellhound, when will Chris and the others arrive in Baghdad?

I’m shorthanded here…”

“Three hours, at most three hours and we can be back at the base…”

Joe Ga hung up the communication, looked at the convoy that appeared again in the distance, and said to Dorian: “It’s the Iraqi Defense Forces. They won’t co in. Go and hand over this guy to them…”

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at the ground not far away and gestured, saying: “Tell them not to rush off, arrange for soone to pick up the bodies from the ground, pack them up and send them to the Pri Minister’s Office together.”

Dorian listened and nodded, called over a few Kurdish Auxiliary Forces to tie up the middle-aged officer, then pressed the communicator to call the logistics people to send out a large batch of body bags.

Then he gave each of the Kurdish Auxiliary Forces a shovel and started collecting the body parts from the ground.

When they ca, there were over 300 people; when they left, four trucks were cramd to drag them away.

Killing these intruders didn’t improve Joe Ga’s mood. He sat on a bench, arms crossed, watching the busy scene, murmuring to himself: “Mortar, intercept, subversion, airport ambush…

None of these can guarantee 100% success. What other tricks do you have?

The hospital, it’s the hospital, right?

You think I’m injured, the attack may not be completely effective, but the hospital can deal the final blow, right?”

…………

Baghdad Central Hospital…

Sixty-sothing Puyol held a phone in his hand, standing beside the hospital bed, looking at the sowhat eerie Baghdad…

Lights were everywhere, but apart from patrolling military police, everyone had gone ho.

The old man’s phone also received a text ssage informing everyone to go ho, but he hadn’t expected that P.B.’s ssage could have such an effect.

This kind of influence is unimaginable for Puyol, an European!

Two old n sent back by Ghoul lay in the hospital bed, having suffered interrogation while captured, their frail bodies heavily damaged, just having finished orthopedic surgery, the anesthesia effect not yet fully worn off.

While Puyol was in a daze, the ward door was knocked on, and an Asian doctor wearing a Red Cross marking and a mask walked into the ward…

The doctor checked the condition of the two old n and turned to Puyol, saying: “The surgery was very successful, but they are too old and need long-term hospital observation.”

Puyol walked to the bedside, looking at his two old friends, and said with a bitter smile: “We haven’t been in this situation for many years, it’s a bit hard to get used to now…

But as spy agents, we always knew this day would co.”

As he spoke, Puyol turned to the doctor with a heavy expression and said: “Don’t you think so, doctor?”

The doctor hesitated, just about to say sothing when the injured old man on the hospital bed, who should still be asleep, suddenly raised his hand and stabbed a syringe into the doctor’s thigh…

The doctor backed up a step in surprise, trying to raise his elbow to strike Puyol’s head when he suddenly felt his limbs weaken…

“Muscle relaxant, what do you want to do, I’m a doctor…”

Puyol supported the doctor, letting him gently lie on the floor, then skillfully took a bag of glucose from a dical kit, connected it to a syringe, and stabbed it into the doctor’s vein.

Looking at the terrified look in the doctor’s eyes, Puyol took a small syringe from his pocket, injected the dicine inside into the glucose…

“Don’t worry, this dicine was invented by the intelligence service’s pharmacists, it’s very low harm to the body, many use it as an auxiliary dicine for muscle injury recovery.”

Finishing speaking, Puyol crouched down, took off the doctor’s mask, pulled out his phone and compared it with the Tracker’s photo…

Seeing the obvious differences between the doctor and the photo’s only Asian Tracker, Puyol pushed away the doctor’s bangs, pressed his thumb on the hair part of the photo for another comparison…

Then the old spy suddenly smiled, reached out and felt around the doctor’s temples and jawbone area, ripping off four transparent sticky patches.

Without the pull of the patches, the doctor’s face shape and eye shapes changed noticeably.

Puyol gave the doctor a thumbs up, then took a picture of the face with his phone and sent it out…

“Amazing makeup skills…”

Seeing his identity couldn’t be hidden anymore, the doctor opened his mouth to say: “How did you see through it?”

Puyol shook his head and said: “We don’t need to see through it; Chris was kidnapped less than five days ago, Hu Lang decided to co to Baghdad a few days ago…

Hu Lang thinks people like you will have many contingency plans, and hospitals are easier to attack, so he inford to help investigate.

Actually, just by comparing the ti you appeared, we can roughly confirm your identity.

Even if it’s a mistake, an old man like apologizing to you doesn’t matter…”

Speaking, Puyol reached out and began searching the doctor’s body. Except for a phone, there was nothing suspicious.

Using the doctor’s fingerprint, he unlocked the phone, Puyol browsed through the extrely clean ssages inside…

So seemingly normal greetings, but they made Puyol smile, he handed the phone to an old man on the bed, saying: “Frolo, take a look. I think Arica’s spies haven’t made much progress over the years—it seems complicated codes don’t suit them…”

The old man called Frolo held up the phone, bringing it in front of his swollen eyes and watched for a while…

“It’s initial letter code, this guy has five unmarked contact numbers, he should be the operation commander.

They should have a special codebook, but if Hu Lang is rather anxious, I can write a ssage based on my experience to send to the others.”

In the doctor’s complex expression, Puyol dialed the phone of Boss Qiao…

“Sir, we caught a Tracker, his identity is a Red Cross doctor…

This guy is the mission commander, he has a phone that can contact other Trackers.

We can write a ssage to try to deceive the other Trackers…”

On the other end, Joe Ga paused before decisively saying: “Send the phone number, then kill him!”

Puyol paused, surprised: “Just kill him like that? These Trackers are very troubleso…”

On the phone, Joe Ga said in a deep voice: “Their abilities are troubleso, but they’re just small potatoes!

To solve the problem, their boss needs to be killed!

Kill him, make it painful for him, these bastards chose unscrupulous ans to complete the task…

I have many problems to deal with, I don’t have ti to play hide-and-seek with the rest!

My tech departnt can locate the positions of those phone numbers…

The Dagger responsible for rescuing Chris and Ferryman are back, I’ll send everyone out; if they can escape under these circumstances, then it’s with divine help.

I don’t go against the heavens!”