King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 328 317: There are Ways to Make Money

Joe Ga wasn't talking nonsense…

Jemma's mother, Alicia, had helped arrange contract work that, though replete with duties, paid commissions for every completed task.

The commission was disbursed per person, varying from $5,000 to $50,000 depending on the task's location and objective, with the DEA covering round-trip flights and accommodations.

In reality, it was similar to a business trip; the per diem for food and lodging in the Capital City was certainly different from that in the northwest, and if the client was important, even the cost of a five-star hotel and massages could be reimbursed.

Of course, one couldn't get rich from this alone; what truly enabled Joe Ga to make big bucks was the "service commission."

It was like informants for the police who, upon providing tips that led to a breakthrough, could claim 10% of the seized illegal earnings as informant's fees.

While the DEA wasn't exactly generous, the contract still stipulated that 20% of the ill-gotten gains seized in drug trafficker busts would go to Joe Ga or, as he was currently known, 'Fatal Strike'.

This was all legal inco, and such bonuses even ca with tax incentives.

Drug traffickers are known to epitomize cash flow within various industries, with the major drug lords being incredibly wealthy.

Take the Georgian mob we took down last night as an example…

The cash Joe Ga and his team seized on the spot was nearly $3 million and, assuming the mobster father and son were convicted, part of their secret bank accounts involved in the case would be frozen, undoubtedly containing even more money.

The Glorious Society had fronted them 200 kilograms of drugs to break into the market, of which Joe Ga and his team had seized only 100 kilograms.

Even going by the past rate of $100,000 per kilogram, that would amount to $10 million.

That money wouldn't just disappear; if the father and son duo wanted to bargain for reduced sentences with the prosecutors, they'd have to cough up the funds, or else the charge of killing a cop would ensure they'd spend the rest of their days behind bars.

Now you see why, when catching these major drug lords, there's all the hassle of incarcerating them rather than simply finishing them off?

They're just too valuable!!!

Now Joe Ga felt that if only he had t Jemma's parents sooner, and had a few more of these drug bust deals, he'd be raking in the cash.

He also wondered if there was any money with the Glorious Society's 'ssenger'?

Now Joe Ga held a license to kill, but killing drug traffickers alone was no longer cost-effective; it's only considered a job well done if you squeeze them dry.

By the Georgian duo's standard, a few more hits like that would not only recoup the costs but also leave a surplus.

Joe Ga and his team didn't stay in New Jersey for long; after sending off the guests, Joe Ga had a chat with the farm's chef and discovered he was indeed a farmworker. He just happened to be good at barbecuing, which was why his previous employer had arranged for him to entertain guests.

This guy earned a monthly salary of $2,000, not only responsible for the farm's cultivation tasks but also had to take care of cooking.

Joe Ga liked people with a skill, so he decided to keep this big-bearded Thomas on board at the sa monthly salary but added health insurance for him, which delighted him beyond asure.

After settling everything and instructing Thomas to take good care of the farm, Joe Ga got into his car and said to an excited Dorian, "Let's go, to that whatever Fifth Avenue, it's ti for us to splurge a little…"

Dorian, with much flair, put on his sunglasses and nodded, "Boss, I need to get myself a pair of sheepskin shoes. Although Arican craftsmanship can't compare with Italy's, I think I still need so designer clothes to complent my looks.

I can't wait to hit the bars already and wonder when that damned Glorious Society will quiet down."

Joe Ga, with an arm around Nis's shoulder, gazed out the window and said with a laugh, "So first we shop around. 'dic Officer Bird' and 'Dart' have found that 'ssenger's' residence, after we're done shopping and eating dinner, we'll pay a visit."

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Joe Ga's shopping spree on Fifth Avenue made the FBI tails extrely nervous.

From the mont Joe Ga stepped out of the car, his protection detail had ballooned to 15 people, making his entourage seem grander than the president's. It caused pedestrians to step aside, and occasionally, one could hear various accented curses of the wealthy.

Being cursed certainly wasn't enjoyable, but looking at it from another perspective, it might also be a sign of 'success'—after all, those people only dared to whisper, haha…

Since it was the afternoon, the dazzling neon lights were not yet lit, and in Joe Ga's opinion, the legendary Fifth Avenue seed to lack the magic depicted in 'Breakfast at Tiffany's'. At least Nis had shown no interest in any of the stores.

In so places, Joe Ga even felt as though he had been transported to a county town in China, only the signs had changed from 'Invigorate Yang and Reinforce Kidney,' 'Gynecology Hospital,' and the like to 'LG,' 'Samsung,' 'Sony'…

Since Joe Ga did not recognize the luxury brands endorsed by the handso n and beautiful won, he montarily felt an illusion of East Asians infiltrating Arica.

Truth be told, Joe Ga was sowhat disappointed because their group of rich guys, flush with cash, hadn't found the right place to spend it.

They could only squander a few hundred bucks on street food stalls near the departnt stores, to the amazent and delight of the hot dog and taco vendors.

Estelle had no idea what Joe Ga was up to, and driven by a woman's fantasy of a good life, she followed him for about 500 ters, only to have her attention diverted by the clothes in the shops along the way.

She wandered around until around 7 pm. The anticipated shooting never occurred, and Joe Ga, leading a large group mixed with two patrol officers, stord into a steakhouse they had managed to find online.

He arrogantly paid the bill for the diners who were eating and, with the cash he had smoothly taken from the Albanians, rented out the entire restaurant to invite the FBI and police to dine with him.

Watching the manager and the waitstaff with their indignant yet silent expressions, Joe Ga relished the feeling of playing the bad boy.

Estelle found Joe Ga's behavior absolutely detestable—she thought of his behavior throughout the day as that of an overbearing bumpkin who was not only rude but also utterly indifferent to the feelings of others.

By the ti the most expensive steak that Estelle had specifically ordered arrived at the table, she didn't want to give Joe Ga another glance.

What she didn't know was that while Joe Ga was pretending to go to the washroom, he had switched suit jackets with Dorian and quietly slipped out through the back door of the steakhouse, eting up with 'dic Officer Bird' who had been waiting on the side of the road.

anwhile, Dorian stayed in the steakhouse, sitting in the furthest corner, and continued to draw attention with Joe Ga's bully antics.

The high booths and Ayu sitting on the outside hid Joe Ga from the view of the FBI and the police; they hadn't noticed that Joe Ga had left.

It wasn't until Estelle went to the restroom and noticed Nis's silence that she took a closer look and realized that it was Dorian sitting opposite Nis. She then beca aware of the situation, and her loud inquiries caused a commotion in the restaurant…

Seeing that she could no longer keep it a secret, but guessing that by now Joe Ga must have reached his destination, Nis simply motioned Estelle to sit beside her and said in a rather flat tone, "Calm down, no need to scream.

Be cooperative, and I'll buy you a pair of shoes."

At that ti, Joe Ga, led by 'dic Officer Bird', had entered a high-end apartnt building near Central Park.

Taking the elevator to the 16th floor, Joe Ga followed 'dic Officer Bird' into an empty, luxurious apartnt.

Watching 'dic Officer Bird' move through the place like it was second nature, Joe Ga arrived at the curtained window and took a peek at the apartnt opposite. Then he asked curiously, "How'd you guys find this spot?"

'dic Officer Bird' handed a beer to Joe Ga with a smile and said, "We figured out the 'ssenger's' room and then looked for a real estate agent across from his place—that is, here. We checked out several apartnts for sale.

Chose this one and then slipped the agent a 500 dollar tip for 48 hours of consideration ti. Then picking the lock was the easiest job."

Joe Ga gave a thumbs up after hearing this. 'dic Officer Bird' was doing an excellent job, truly living up to his Delta Force reputation.

Looking at the planted cara at the window and a monitor placed on a work table stacked with cardboard boxes, Joe Ga took a sip of his beer and asked with a smile, "Is the 'ssenger' over there right now?"

'dic Officer Bird' turned the monitor toward Joe Ga and said, "He's been there the whole ti. The 'ssenger' was making calls all morning, took a nap in the afternoon, then made a lot of calls, and now he's sitting on a couch in his living room."

The resolution of the monitor was high, but the windows of the apartnt on the 14th floor across the street were obscured by white sheer curtains, making it impossible to see a clear image inside the room.

If this was a habit of the 'ssenger', then it was surely developed over a long period of secretive work.

To maximize natural light exposure while limiting the visibility of one's privacy as much as possible.

Joe Ga flicked through the tablet display and then noticed a 'red' flower appear in the black and white image of the TV in front of the 'ssenger'.

Glancing at the ti, Joe Ga frowned and said, "Is this guy watching a movie?"

'Dart' spread his hands and replied, "Right, he started two hours ago."

At this point, Joe Ga felt even more certain sothing was off. He took out his cellphone, brought up the copied photo of the 'ssenger', shook his head, and said, "Do you think a Middle Eastern guy would get into 'Schindler's List'? Israel is practically dismantling them!"

'dic Officer Bird' and 'Dart' looked at each other, raised their thumbs in agreent, and walked over to Joe Ga. Pointing to the lower part of the tablet, they said with a smile, "He's on this floor. I don't know how he did it. The door to the apartnt never opened, but he managed to slip down to the 13th floor.

If we hadn't caught him closing the curtains, we might not have figured it out.

This guy is cunning. Upstairs is his Touchstone—if sothing happens there, he can slip away undisturbed from downstairs."

"I thought booking an extra floor at the Waldorf was cautious of , but this guy is even more careful," Joe Ga said admiringly.

"I'll have to rember that!"

'dic Officer Bird' nodded and added, "In a foreign place full of hostility, that's a good habit.

I think the guy might have received spy training, or he could outright be a field agent."

Joe Ga lifted the curtain to take another look around, shook his head curiously, and mused, "If this guy's so smart, why doesn't he run?

With the disappearance of the Georgians, he should have realized he might be exposed.

What's he waiting for?"