King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 326 315: Unripe Soul

When Joe Ga returned to the hotel, Estelle from the DEA had already been escorted back by 'Spur' and his team.

This unlucky rookie had confird the 'harvest' at the scene, only to have the deputy director pick the fruits of her labor.

It wasn't fair to bla the deputy director for being 'greedy'; it was just that Joe Ga had left too early, and the rookie couldn't handle the FBI agents. Now, getting her na on the report was a big advantage for her.

When Estelle walked into the presidential suite, she saw Joe Ga, who had changed into a suit. She frowned and wanted to rush over to curse, but was grabbed by the neck by the massive Ayu, suspended in the air flailing like a cartoon character before being tossed onto the sofa.

Joe Ga straightened his stylish bulletproof suit and picked up a pair of gold sunglasses, placing them on his nose bridge. He embraced Nis, also in a freshly changed suit, looked at themselves sideways in the mirror, and then laughingly said, "I think we're a perfect match. Always being in combat uniform doesn't show my class. Now that we have new enemies, it's ti for us to look sharp…"

Nis didn't have much feeling about what she wore, but she liked to coordinate with Joe Ga…

She raised her hand to tie her hair into a neat ponytail, then awkwardly pursed her lips mimicking Julie's big mouth and soon realized she'd never reach that level without eating bowls of xican chili, shaking her head in resignation.

She turned around to adjust the quick draw holster on Joe Ga's right waist, and checked the M9 holster across his lower back. Nis nodded satisfactorially and said, "Looking sharp!"

Joe Ga wrapped his arm around Nis's neck and kissed her on the forehead, saying, "Rember to complint every day from now on; it helps build my confidence."

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at Estelle, who was sulking on the sofa and glaring at him. He chuckled and said, "Hey, don't look at like that, it's not like I asked you to coordinate with .

Plus, you've made your mark. You should be thanking now, and just follow orders. When I leave Arica, your salary might even go up a few notches."

Estelle scanned the room packed with finely dressed bodyguards. Grinding her teeth, she said, "Who exactly are you? I'm not your puppet to be tossed around…"

Joe Ga gestured for the newly arrived 'Spur' and 'Orange Cat' to go change their outfits. He sat down beside Estelle, smiled, and said, "Let introduce ourselves. We are 'D.P Fatal Strike Military Contractors,' specifically handling combat missions as requested by the DEA.

Of course, I don't own the company yet, but I'm about to head off and buy it."

As Joe Ga spoke, he noticed Estelle's incredulous expression. He spread his hands and asked, "What's your monthly salary?"

"What?"

"I asked you, what is your monthly salary?"

Estelle hesitated for a mont and then said, "$4,800. Why do you ask?"

Joe Ga was about to comnt, 'Why bother risking your life for that little money a month?' but upon hearing the amount, he imdiately changed his tone, whistled, and laughing said to 'Pliers' who was eating, "Did you hear that, a DEA rookie makes more annually than you guys.

Why can't you big soldiers find a job like this instead of hanging out with ?"

'Pliers' looked up at Joe Ga, shook his head, and said, "I don't know about the others, but I certainly can't stand the backstabbing office politics and the never-ending reports.

Compared to those who see promotions as their life goal, we might prefer a simpler life," he said as he looked around at the other buddies, smiling, "Maybe we were born for this kind of job."

Joe Ga watched as the others raised their drinks in a laugh, shook his head in an amused manner, then turned to Estelle and said, "You see, we are professionals, just like you, just in different roles, but our goal is the sa: to combat drug traffickers and take down the Glorious Society!

You just focus on doing your job well, and leave the life-threatening stuff to us.

All you need to do is keep up with us, then after we encounter an 'unexpected situation,' you submit a report to your superiors, legitimizing our actions.

I'm not hiding anything from you; I'm Hu Lang, and we'll need to get along for a long ti. Can we be friends?"

As Joe Ga spoke and was about to hear Estelle speak, he raised his hand laughingly, saying, "I know you have a lot of doubts, but so things aren't for to tell you. You can ask your deputy director after it's all over.

I assure you, this is just a special case. Next ti we collaborate, you'll be the 'commander.'"

Estelle wasn't a fool, just a rookie. She had begun to realize many things but still couldn't believe that such issues could exist within a system she trusted.

She knew she didn't have many options now, either to hang up her badge and go ho or to follow Hu Lang and clean up his ss under the DEA's na.

Driven by a law officer's sense of duty, Estelle felt she must do her job well because Hu Lang was too dangerous.

Combating drug traffickers shouldn't be done so ruthlessly, erasing everything without distinction. Sure, it was straightforward, but it wasn't procedural.

The assistant to the DEA deputy director had hinted at how she should write her report, but as Estelle thought about having to fabricate a bunch of nonsense to justify the actions of Hu Lang and his team, she felt her future was bleak.

That's the 'novice's vision obstruction.' The day she could effortlessly write thousands of words of nonsense, turning a massacre into a flawless law enforcent operation, she would discover a whole new world of career opportunities.

The birth of a seasoned player ans the maturing of a naive soul!

This is especially important for DEA agents because they often face not just street-level drug dealers but vicious drug lords. Dogmatism could kill them.

From this perspective, Estelle actually garnered considerable attention because during her rookie years she had experienced an unthinkable 'functional flexibility' and had understood that those complex regulations would be broken when needed.

Once she found the career code that allowed breaking the rules without punishnt, soaring to success was not far behind.

Estelle thought for a long ti, finally looking at Joe Ga and seriously said, "Without my consent, you cannot act on your own."

Joe Ga shook his head and said, "Not this ti—the enemy's caliber is even higher than I thought. I can only guarantee that wherever I go, I'll take you with .

Estelle, what you need to do is not stop but go look through the Glorious Society's files and then roll up your sleeves and join ."

"I could cooperate with the DEA, not because I know their boss, but because their boss thinks my way is more effective," he said.

As Joe Ga looked at the resigned Estelle, he stood up with satisfaction, clapping his hands and said, "Okay, guys, get the car; we're heading to New Jersey.

Your boss is about to complete a crucial acquisition, which will determine whether you can legally carry guns on the street or not!"

After he finished speaking, Joe Ga walked to the door of the presidential suite, clapping his hands forcefully like a coach of a team, "Bring all the cash; let's splurge outside and don't let others think we are hicks from Africa..."

Just as everyone loudly agreed, Joe Ga forcefully pushed the door open...

"Bang."

Joe Ga, feeling sothing was off, looked over and found a gaunt middle-aged FBI agent lying outside the door.

The tools in the agent's hand were scattered all around, a box was overturned, and many items like surveillance devices had fallen to the floor.

The force Joe Ga had used was evident from the blood oozing between the fingers of the middle-aged man.

Frowning at the unlucky guy, Joe Ga said, "What are you doing?

"I agreed to cooperate with the FBI, but that doesn't an I'm happy with you installing surveillance in my bedroom."

The middle-aged man struggled to pull out a handkerchief to cover his nose, then looking down, he said softly, "Sir, this is a request from our superiors, because you did not want to go to our safe house, and you wouldn't allow FBI agents to follow you. They can only stay in the elevator lobby and the main lobby now.

"We need to be aware of your movents at all tis to ensure your safety."

Joe Ga didn't doubt the FBI agent's motives, as they had indeed discussed nurous plans with him. That so-called 'Engineer' was making them incredibly nervous.

Now that they had sent soone, it seed a bit harsh to reject them outright since he didn't actually reside on this floor; this place was rely bait for the Glorious Society...

After hesitating a mont, Joe Ga, seeing the refusal on 'Pliers' face, said with a smile, "'Pliers,' stay and watch him. If he dares install a surveillance cara in my bedroom, break his hands."

Upon hearing this, 'Pliers' sighed, his expression grew sterner as he signaled to the middle-aged FBI agent, then turned to Joe Ga and said, "Boss, wait for a mont; I'll be quick."

Then 'Pliers' voluntarily helped the FBI agent pick up the miniature surveillance caras and listening devices from the floor, saying, "Follow , I'll help you install them. Two surveillance caras and one listening device in the living room should be enough, and don't refuse —I have a terrible temper."

Surveillance had indeed been installed in the presidential suite by 'Pliers,' as bait for fishing. Therefore, it wasn't good to let the FBI agents discover it, as it could cause a misunderstanding or disrupt their fishing sche.

Nobody realized there was anything amiss with this FBI agent because he showed up while everyone was there, and he looked just like a regular technician.

A group of careless soldiers had never suspected that he was the 'Engineer.'

Who would have imagined that a guy whose nose was broken, yet dared not complain, was the 'Assassin Engineer' that made the FBI so cautious?

But the 'Engineer' couldn't have been aware that Joe Ga, who had been staying in the presidential suite for the past few days, actually slept upstairs.

No wonder, for Joe Ga did sleep here the first night, and the second night he didn't sleep at all.

There's no logic to this—if the Engineer is a scholar, then Joe Ga and his n are soldiers.

Face to face, the Engineer definitely was no match for Joe Ga and his n, even if he launched a surprise attack, he surely wouldn't be faster than Joe Ga, and even if he gained an advantage, he surely wouldn't escape.

The Engineer needed to gather intelligence and formulate plans, using wisdom and strategy to compensate for the lack of action ability.

But luck is really hard to predict...

Seemingly to accommodate 'Pliers' and the boss's outing idea, the Engineer slamd a little box into a socket in the living room, adjusted it with his computer, and then finished up.

Before leaving, he borrowed the guest restroom, left a small device in the water tank, and then cleaned the blood off his face. Covering his broken nose with a bulky tissue, he hurried out of the presidential suite under urging.

In the elevator, he even greeted two FBI agents guarding it, and quietly complained about Hu Lang's rudeness.

Then, when the agents were not watching, he stuck a matchbox-sized device under the fire alarm...