King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 323 312 Rookie On Duty

Late at night, under the Brooklyn Bridge...

Two speedboats slowly approached the shore under the cover of the bridge's shadow.

DEA rookie agent Estelle was dressed in a neat work attire with a tightly tied ponytail and had even deliberately put on a pair of $500 leather shoes, all to celebrate her first field assignnt.

Yet as soon as she crossed the river, she stepped into the mud and embarrassingly let out a soft curse.

Estelle was a Latinx girl, fairly attractive, and fluent in English, Russian, Spanish, and Portuguese, making her one of the DEA's elite agents-in-training.

Initially, she thought she was in luck because her superior had ordered her to "lead" a special ops team on an assault mission targeting a group of Georgians.

Upon researching the DEA's internal network, she found that these Georgians had been particularly active for over a month.

Past police records linked them to nurous arms smuggling operations, but they had begun drug trafficking in the past month, dealing in significant quantities, which naturally caught the DEA's attention.

Indeed, the DEA's work involved investigating and combating drug networks globally, but "investigation" was the focus. "Combat" often required assistance from various local and departntal forces to be carried out.

Their influence was especially significant overseas, particularly in Central, the Aricas, and South Arica; but dostically, just getting SWAT assistance from the FBI or police for an arrest operation could give many DEA agents a headache.

Estelle, the rookie caught in a performance indicator bind shortly after starting her job, was considering requesting a transfer when a "good opportunity" ca her way.

Estelle was a trained agent, but she had never experienced such a joint operation.

The FBI would complete a land-based encirclent, disrupt local electronic communications, and then the DEA was responsible for launching an amphibious assault from the waterway.

Even Estelle, inexperienced as she was, now understood that this was no simple arrest operation but a special operations style assault—bloodshed was inevitable!

But why should a rookie like her be involved in such an operation?

Watching nine figures clad in black combat gear, equipped with night-vision goggles, effortlessly reach shore, Estelle was about to extricate herself from the mud when she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist, and suddenly her feet were off the ground as she was hoisted onto the land.

She watched as those guys subdued the holess folks warming themselves around an oil drum under the bridge, binding them with zip ties and sealing their mouths with tape.

Estelle approached their leader with hands spread, saying quietly, "There's no need for this!"

Joe Ga looked at the rookie before him and with the patience of soone soothing a child, said, "You stay here and watch them. When we signal it's safe, then you can go in, OK?"

Hearing this, Estelle stiffly objected, "I'm the lead agent here; you're supposed to follow my orders."

Joe Ga sighed at this straightforward girl, who still hadn't realized her place and thought her superior had given her a chance for a promotion.

DEA Deputy Director Michael Beach, a sly old hand, knew his current partnership with Joe Ga ant any scumbag Joe Ga took down would ultimately be considered a bad guy confird by the DEA, thus earning them a share in the rits.

But where there's opportunity, there's risk. Based on Joe Ga and his team's approach during the day, "collateral damage" might be hard to control. Forcing them to act like SWAT was out of the question.

The DEA needed soone onsite to prove their involvent, but the old hands were not keen on working with the unpredictable Joe Ga because writing a report afterward could be deadly. Hence, the rookie Estelle was sent in.

Estelle's orders were to "lead" the assault team to storm the Georgians' warehouse...

She was the scapegoat rookie because she was bound to make mistakes, and then Michael Beach would step in to clean up after her, take the credit, and let her be endlessly grateful.

Seeing Estelle's resolute expression, Joe Ga shook his head with an amused smile and said, "Alright, what do you think we should do now?"

Estelle looked into Joe Ga's eyes and, after a mont's hesitation, said, "First, we need to confirm the situation inside the warehouse, and then..."

Joe Ga was amused by this rookie girl. He pulled out a night-vision scope and handed it to Estelle, leading her to a bridge pillar closer to the road, pointing at the busy warehouse beyond the wire fence on the opposite side of the road, "You're in charge of reconnaissance. If anything happens, contact by radio."

It was also Estelle's first field assignnt. She took the scope, looked through it for a while, and, holding the radio, said, "They're moving cargo as if they want to relocate..."

As she spoke, Estelle felt sothing was off. She turned around and saw that the others had vanished. Scanning around with the night-vision scope, she discovered they had already moved close to the wire fence across the street...

"FUCK!!"

She cursed under her breath, and as Estelle was about to give chase, a cold voice spoke out above her head...

"Don't move, keep an eye on the warehouse's back door. If soone tries to escape from there, alert ."

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Estelle, looking up at Nis who had sohow climbed atop the bridge pier, said with a hint of grievance, "What exactly is going on here?"

Nis glanced down at Estelle and after a mont of thought, said, "Look carefully, or the report will be difficult to write. Rember one thing, everyone inside has a gun."

Before Estelle could fully understand, she saw the guy nad Hu Lang had already breached the wire fence, shot a gun-wielding sentry in the head, and then rushed over to help him lie down on the ground slowly.

Sensing sothing was terribly wrong, Estelle kept pressing her radio and called out, "We need to identify ourselves first, shit..."

Joe Ga, who was too busy to deal with a rookie carrying the bla, rubbed the microphone on his collar and said, "A1 received, the signal is bad right now, the rest wait for my signal to enter..."

Estelle heard the static noise in the radio, and looking up with wide eyes she asked, "What did he receive?"

Nis, with her eye on the scope, pulled the trigger and took down a guy about to climb onto a truck, then said, "You said 'attack'!"

"I didn't say that, I didn't..."

"You did, we all heard it!"

"......"

At this point, Estelle finally realized her role. She cursed several tis in anger, then took out her phone to call her supervisor, only to find there was no signal...

"Shit!!"

Joe Ga, Dorian, Ayu, and Spurs ford Team A.

The dic, Orange Cat, Pliers, and Dart ford Team B.

The two teams entered from two directions at the sa ti, forming a pincer and creating crossfire, heading straight for the warehouse doors.

The area outside the warehouse's back door was a flat construction site, one would need to hope for Nis's shots to miss in order to break through.

At a farther location, the FBI had already blocked the way, ensuring that if the people inside tried to escape from there, unless they were incredibly lucky, they'd fall right into the FBI's net.

Joe Ga and his team weren't sure about the total number of enemies, but at the instant the fight broke out, so retreated into the warehouse, seemingly not completely unprepared.

In the parking lot with the trucks, there were about a dozen ard Georgians. When they heard gunfire and wanted to retaliate, firstly the lights were shot out, then they felt enemies all around...

A middle-aged man with a big beard, holding an AKM, fired in the direction of the gunshots, which quickly invited a ferocious suppression.

The middle-aged gunman, cowering behind the rear tires of a truck and not yet pondering his next move, was approaching within about ten ters of Joe Ga, who shot him across the nose bridge...

Hearing Ayu cursing dissatisfied behind him and replacing the box of machine gun ammunition, Joe Ga glanced at the 5.56mm caliber Minimi in her hands, then turned and continued moving forward while laughing, "King Kong, focus and keep them suppressed."

After Ayu loaded a 200-round box, she stepped forward past Joe Ga and sprayed at several shooters huddled inside the cover at the warehouse entrance, suppressing them so much so that they dared not even attempt prayer shooting. This gave Team B on the flank the chance to storm in and take out the firepower at the door.

Seeing 'Orange Cat' and 'Dart' succeed and the enemies outside the warehouse cleared, Ayu complained to Joe Ga for the first ti, "Boss, I don't like these peashooters. If it were my gun, that guy would've been dead already."

Joe Ga, holding his gun, followed Dorian to reach the warehouse doors, then looked at Ayu who caught up, laughed, and said, "This isn't Africa, the PKM can't be used here, or the FBI would go crazy, and the DEA's report would be a nightmare to write. The Minimi is already their last concession."

By now, all mbers of Teams A and B had arrived...

The warehouse's main gate was a double iron door opening inward, and Pliers, an EOD specialist, naturally didn't need an order to attach the already prepared explosives to the hinges connecting the doors to the walls.

Seeing Dorian and Dart on the other side of the door pull out flashbang grenades, Joe Ga took out a gas grenade. While patting Dorian's shoulder to indicate he was ready, and putting on his gas mask, he laughed and said, "King Kong covers the rear, Spurs and Orange Cat handle opening the door, get ready..."

"Three, two, one..."

On hearing the attack order, 'Pliers,' with the remote in hand, stretched out so everyone could see it, and then detonated the explosives when everyone had their heads down hugging the wall...

With a 'boom,' not overly loud, the walls by the two sides of the door were blasted open, and the iron door collapsed inward.

The instant the door fell, intense gunfire erupted from inside the warehouse, along with the gunn's unconscious shouts.

Joe Ga and his team did not move, allowing the bullets to fly wildly around the doorway...

As the gunfire fell silent for a mont, Joe Ga and 'Dart' across from him extended their arms at the sa ti, tossing the gas grenades into the warehouse.

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