King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 322 311 Old Acquaintance

A furious Daniel arrived at the hospital only to find that the situation was nothing like what he had imagined.

The deputy director of the FBI, Mr. Cooper, had failed to control the scene, and 'Murderer,' Hu Lang, the creator of a massacre, was actually sitting openly in the conference room.

When a deputy director of the DEA introduced him, this guy actually stood up demurely to express his honor in cooperating with the DEA and stated he would continue to contribute to Arica's drug enforcent efforts...

Daniel instantly felt that the whole world had gone awry; when he burst into the conference room to confront Hu Lang, attorney Wagner blocked him and presented a 'legal immunity statent' from the Departnt of Justice, along with a contract between the DEA and D.B. (Deadly Blow Military Contracting Company).

Looking at Daniel's livid face, Wagner said with a smile, "Officer, our boss reserves the right to hold the New York police accountable.

Because your people led him into the ambush, that's murder.

There's a problem within your departnt; we could fully request the intervention of the Internal Affairs Departnt, and then have you removed."

Daniel was sick to death of this lawyer. He pushed Wagner aside, marched up to the FBI's deputy director, Mr. Cooper, and pointing at Joe Ga, he said angrily, "The murderer from the Yonkers massacre is sitting right there, and you're telling he's a DEA agent?"

In fact, Cooper didn't really like Daniel, but the clues in his hands were still valuable.

Stepping back to avoid Daniel's spit, Mr. Cooper, with a serious expression, said, "The Yonkers engagent was an effective drug enforcent operation by the DEA; we are preparing to exchange case information, to facilitate a press conference tomorrow, to clarify rumors and report the facts to the public."

This twist was so jarring that it left Daniel incredulous; clutching his head, he said, "Sir, this guy is turning New York into a battlefield, and there are bounties being placed on him outside.

The mont he steps out, he could be shot, and that person might be an inexperienced kid or a thrill-seeking youngster.

Sir, New York can't withstand such a situation..."

Cooper, barely holding back the urge to kick Daniel out, said with a cold face, "So what we need now is to find the person behind the scenes, and then everything can settle down.

We have reached an agreent with the DEA, and this will be a tripartite collaboration; we will join forces with law enforcent to take down the Glorious Society's drug network in New York.

The Glorious Society is an organization with terrorist characteristics; we cannot allow it to take root and flourish in New York; you should know what that ans."

Daniel, staring at the smirking Joe Ga, had a belly full of curses that he didn't know where to vent.

But he clearly couldn't stay in the conference room any longer, so he forcefully pushed open the conference room door and kicked the trash bin next to it...

The mont the conference room door closed, Daniel was just about to utter a curse when he saw Serial being held against the wall by the neck by one of Hu Lang's n.

Since Serial was with Interpol, the onlooking FBI agents did not react too violently, rely confronting a group from P.B., ensuring no one was killed before their eyes.

Daniel was a hothead with a strong sense of loyalty; seeing Serial's face turn bright red, he angrily rushed forward and knocked 'Spur,' utterly unprepared...

Just as Daniel's fist was about to smash into Dorian, he felt a tightness around his neck, then the montum of his body's lunge was neutralized, followed by being thrown backward faster than he ca, sliding on the ground for seven or eight ters before stopping...

The hot-tempered Daniel angrily reached for his gun, intending to arrest the person who attacked him on charges of assault on an officer, but when he saw Ayu holding his arms and staring at him, the hand going for his gun switched to reaching for his badge...

"NYPD, stop, everyone stop..."

As Daniel finally incited so action from the FBI, Serial, standing on tiptoes and looking at the infuriated Dorian, said with difficulty, "Should we talk sowhere else? In my mory, it was who had bad luck in Italy."

Dorian stared fiercely into Serial's eyes and said, "Why are you after my boss? If you don't have a good explanation, I guarantee you won't live through today."

Serial said with utmost helplessness, "Your gang screwed up my undercover plan in the Mori Family, and then I got reassigned to the Glorious Society case.

I didn't have any leads except to keep an eye on your boss and wait for the Glorious Society to show up; what else could I do?

Buddy, let down, I'm having so difficulty breathing.

I really an no harm; we got along well in Italy; you don't need to do this.

We're both fighting demons; it's just that our thods are different!"

Dorian hesitated for a mont but ultimately let go of Serial, saying, "Our boss is now a DEA contracted collaborator; we are licensed; don't follow us..."

Seeing Dorian's dismissive posture, Serial grinned and said, "Rember the highway fight in Italy?

One of the survivors, 'Leather Headgear,' is now my assistant; his na is Frank, and he's been to your estate in Addis Ababa; your boss's cheetah was very enthusiastic about him."

The ntion of 'Leather Headgear' softened Dorian's face a bit, but he still didn't engage in idle chatter with Serial; instead, he signaled that he would keep an eye on him, and then waved to his mates to head back to the corridor outside the conference room...

Seeing the conflict over, Daniel walked over to Serial curiously and asked, "You've known them for a while?"

Serial nodded and said, "Yes, I t them in Italy.

They had intended to strike at the Mori Family, but in the end, it seed the Glorious Society had interfered.

Eventually, the Mori Family was left with only a young daughter, Claudia, who used the DEA's power to take out the Glorious Society's main man in Italy, then forced the Glorious Society to negotiate, handing over the Mori Family's drug network in exchange for a total ceasefire.

"It was then that I was kicked out of the Mori Family's drug network, losing my chance to penetrate the Glorious Society."

Daniel listened, incredulous, and said, "What kind of thought process do Italians have? They ask for peace after winning?"

Serial shook his head and said, "The Mori Family was weak at the ti, using the DEA's power to strike at their own kind made their reputation plumt; it was a choice of necessity."

As he spoke, Serial looked at a frustrate-faced Daniel and said with a smile, "I told you we shouldn't have co here. What's the situation inside now? When did Hu Lang beco the DEA?"

Daniel agitatedly tugged at his earlobe and said, "Just now!

FUCK! The world must have gone mad!!"

Upon hearing this, Serial nodded as if sothing had dawned on him, then put an arm around Daniel's shoulder and after coughing a few tis said, "You need to show so usefulness, otherwise, you're going to be kicked out.

Just being angry won't help you protect your city!"

Upon hearing this, Daniel glanced sideways at Serial and said, "Why do I feel like you want to stay here even more than I do?"

Serial spread his hands and said, "I'm just an Interpol officer; I have no authority here. The guys from the FBI obviously don't want to deal with , so..."

With that, Serial patted Daniel on the shoulder and said, "Buddy, your partner just called; they caught the taxi driver's boss. You should head back now and pry so clues from him.

The only reason those in the conference room haven't kicked you out is that they think there are Glorious Society people among the New York police, and you're soone they trust.

The two cops that led Hu Lang into the trap are dead, but that doesn't an the police force is clean. You need to turn your gaze inward instead of tailing Hu Lang."

Daniel listened, bewildered, and said, "? They trust ? Why?"

Serial said helplessly, "Because you provided clues on your own, and most importantly, well, you know. You don't look... you know."

Danny pointed at his own nose, glaring at Serial, and said, "Are you saying I'm stupid?"

Serial pushed Daniel's shoulder and said as they walked out, "No, I never thought that.

Let's leave this place and head back to the station. I'm not too keen on running into Hu Lang; that guy's usually easy to talk to, but he definitely won't take kindly to soone tailing him."

......

Inside the conference room, DEA's Deputy Director Michael Beach, a slightly overweight and genial-looking white middle-aged man, was now showing great enthusiasm.

After the recent 'negotiations,' the destruction of the Albanian Gang had beco a badge of honor, with the DEA set to claim the glory.

Michael Beach knew the business well. Now that he was involved, he wanted to scoop up enough benefits and credit, but since he wasn't familiar with the case details, he chose to side with Joe Ga and kept silent.

"If this Hu Lang wants to go on a rampage, and the FBI wants to strike at the Glorious Society, then go ahead. I'm just here to cheer from the sidelines, at most offer so intelligence support, and then join in the celebration party in the end."

Seeing Mr. Cooper, who normally acted high and mighty, with a face like he had swallowed a fly, Michael Beach said with a smile, "I will authorize Hu Lang to cooperate with the FBI's actions, and my n will provide support from the rear.

Eradicating the Glorious Society is an important objective for the DEA worldwide. If we can make a good start in New York, it will have significant implications for other regions."

Mr. Cooper, with all his plans bottled up inside, looked at the submissive Joe Ga and said, "Hu Lang isn't suitable for making appearances now, the bounties on the street will make him a target.

I will arrange a safe house for you to stay in. Once we apprehend the person behind the bounty, we can consider other matters."

Joe Ga didn't want to sour relations with these temporary colleagues, but he had the problem of preferring not to sleep on his vendetta.

Hearing that Cooper wanted to 'protect' him, Joe Ga imdiately raised his hand and said, "Sir, my n tracked the gunn lurking outside the station and found their hideout."

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at Michael Beach and said, "Sir, I believe they are Glorious Society people, and we all know the Glorious Society's main business is drugs!"

Upon hearing this, Michael Beach decisively said, "Then take action. I will have agents with search warrants support your operations."

As he spoke, Michael Beach looked at the livid Mr. Cooper, tapped his forehead, and said, "Oh, we can't forget about the FBI...

Rember, at the scene, you must follow the command and preserve the evidence as much as possible. We can't have anymore incidents of gasoline being poured on drugs..."

Joe Ga, in an excellent mood, put two fingers to the corner of his eye and gave a Patton-style salute, laughing as he said, "Understood, sir. We'll handle the entry; the agents will look for the evidence..."