King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1443 - Capítulo 1443: 1199: The Right Thing to Do (P

Capítulo 1443: Chapter 1199: The Right Thing to Do (Part 3)

Watching Monica slither into his arms like a seductive snake, the dress on her upper body slipped off, exposing her arousing flesh while she murmured so explicit words…

Qiao endeavored to maintain his stoic abstinent posture, helplessly saying, “I’m injured…”

Monica, her eyes like silken threads, exuded a sweet champagne scent from her mouth, her tongue moving like a snake’s tongue from Qiao’s earlobe downwards…

As a normal man, Qiao could no longer resist. He stood up, holding Monica, and placed her on the sofa in the reception room…

Glancing at the tightly closed reception room door, Qiao asked, “How’s the soundproofing here? My role as an injured man is quite critical…”

Monica looked at Qiao’s frightened deanor, laughed heartily, wrapped her arms around his neck, and entwined her honey-colored legs around his waist, pulling him down into the soft sofa…

……………

While Qiao was feigning injury and falling into the Silken Cave, at the Munich Police Station…

Garci, dressed in a well-tailored suit and carrying a briefcase, walked into the interrogation room and t with two assassins from the Bright Ladder Group clad in prison uniforms.

Looking at the two across the interrogation table, Garci smiled and said, “Gentlen, I am your lawyer. From now on, you don’t have to answer any questions from the police…”

A white man with a burn mark on his face frowned at Garci, saying, “We didn’t ask for a lawyer…”

Garci glanced at the surveillance in the interrogation room, and once he confird that the red light indicating it was off, he pulled two industrial gas masks out of his briefcase…

“I’m sent by the group. You’re in big trouble.

Put these on and follow . There’s soone waiting for us at the police station’s back door…”

The two assassins, seeing Garci’s calm deanor, exchanged a glance and then put on the masks…

Garci stood up and walked to the interrogation room door, pretended to listen for a while, then watched as the two assassins suddenly fell unconscious to the floor…

A smile appeared on Garci’s face as he watched his watch, waiting for nearly a minute, then used a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose carefully, crouched by the assassins, pressed a button on their masks, removed them, and packed them into a sealed plastic bag which he then slipped into his briefcase.

As the drugged assassins began to cough involuntarily during their breathing, Garci nodded in approval, turned, and left the interrogation room…

Exiting the interrogation room area and entering the office area, Garci t up with Puyol, who was dressed in a vest with a cara and in charge of handling the police station’s surveillance system.

The two asked a few police officers holding docunts about the location of the Chief’s office, then naturally approached the sowhat numb Munich police chief under the guise of journalists for an interview…

Midway through the interview, a police officer burst into the office, whispered a few words to the chief, who then strangely stood up and politely excused himself from the two journalists purportedly from Agence France-Presse, arranging for officers to escort them out of the station, before rushing to the interrogation room…

Looking at the unconscious policeman in the observation room adjacent to the interrogation room, and the two assassins who were violently coughing even in their sleep, the police chief incredulously asked, “What on earth happened here?”