King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 370 357: I’ll give money, a huge amount of money

Leinker sneered as he shook his head and said, "You think you can beco a bargaining chip?"

"If you were in the hands of the FBI or soone else, that might be possible, but you're in Hu Lang's hands."

"I ambushed him in New York, and then do you know what he did?"

As he spoke, Leinker seed to fall into so painful mories, muttering to himself, "To get his revenge, he killed 46 Albanians in Yonkers.

Then he went on a killing spree in Georgian territory, taking out 59 people."

He still wasn't satisfied, and in the end, he ca back to Yonkers, destroyed my deal at the shipyard, and killed nearly 70 people.

The entire New York gang conflict for the year didn't have as many dead as he killed in three days.

He completely ruined ...

And then you treated him like an ant at your feet, shooting him with Hellfire missiles. What do you think he's going to do to you?"

After finishing, Leinker looked around at the few guys with expressions of despair, and he laughed miserably, "You should have had your boss give you a briefing on PB Company."

The number of people Hu Lang killed in Central Africa is more than all the people you know.

He has never suffered like this!!

Do you think Hu Lang intentionally left you alive when he raided you?

Don't dream. You're alive because you've been lucky, but now you're out of good luck, haha...

Do you know why you're still alive, lying here?

It was who pleaded for you, telling him you could fetch a good price.

I have no ability to take revenge on the people behind you, but I can watch you die before , a hundred tis more painfully!!"

The gleeful words from Leinker frightened a young man so much that he wet himself. He stood up, rushed to the back door of the van, and began banging on it, shouting, "Open the door, open the door, let out, let out...

I beg you, I beg you...

I'm begging you..."

As an experienced agent, Frist knew it wasn't completely hopeless yet. He looked at Leinker and said in a deep voice, "We're not dead yet, we still have a chance...

So do you!

Even if Hu Lang wants to sell us, he'll need ti, and even if we fall into the hands of terrorists, we still have a chance."

Leinker sneered, "What can you do? Even if Hu Lang lets you go now, what do you think the CIA will do with you?

You're alive only as a bargaining chip, dead you would finally give your people over there so peace of mind. Our lives are worthless in their eyes."

Frist, after listening, was silent for a long while before he looked at Leinker and said, "No, we still have a chance, let's work together!

The people behind Hu Lang need you alive. You can tell them that I have Harlotte's files on using the CIA as a Black Hand, as well as recordings of his backers negotiating with the Pentagon people.

I know what those behind Hu Lang want. They want to keep their mail from being exposed, to avoid being blackmailed by rivals, and now I can offer them an even bigger bargaining chip."

With that, Frist painfully crawled to Leinker's side, rasping, "We have a chance if we work together because together we can form a complete chain of evidence, a bargaining chip with enough weight.

The value of our combined assets is the greatest, and I know those big shots just don't care if we're dead or alive once things are settled.

In exchange, we could ask for new identities, even a sum of money, to never return to Arica."

Leinker looked at Frist with a weird expression and sneered, "Aren't you being too naive?

Do you think Hu Lang would let you go?"

Leinker then pointed at his left ear and said, "The only reason that guy didn't kill was because he made deaf with a blast, and he couldn't interrogate on the spot, so he needed alive to prove he had completed the mission.

I'm glad you showed up; otherwise, I'd probably be in pieces by now.

Hu Lang doesn't think like most people. He's the sort who, if you kick him, shoots you. Now that you've bombed him with drones...

The only reason you're alive is that I told them you could fetch a price because I want to see you die a worse death than ."

After saying this, Leinker appeared particularly exhausted. Pointing to the wound on his thigh, he said, "My whole body is in pain right now; please step aside, let enjoy these young people's fear and agony. It will make feel a little better."

Leinker's attitude left Frist completely panicked; if Leinker was unwilling to cooperate and only wanted to see him die, then his fate was truly sealed.

The wound on Leinker's thigh let Frist know that he had suffered the sa fate and knew all too well what that agonizing pain felt like...

Grabbing Leinker's shoulders forcefully, Frist shook the man, who seed on the verge of passing out, and yelled, "Losses, we can make up for all the losses, I need a chance to fight for it, FUCK, co to your senses, I still have a chance to survive..."

Leinker's eyes, cloudy, shook his head, "NO, you've beco Hu Lang's enemies; you ruined his toys and caused him huge losses.

I negotiated a price with the terrorists for him, $300,000 each; he can trade you in for $1.8 million.

You're dood, you're going to die in unimaginable pain and desperation..."

Having heard this, Frist collapsed in despair, and then sothing suddenly dawned on him...

"Losses, haha, losses. Hu Lang is a rcenary, what he wants is money..."

Saying this, the utterly intimidated Frist, no longer calm, dragged his remaining intact left arm and himself along the ground for a few ters, then stubbornly stood up, climbed onto a pile of corpses, and pounded on the front compartnt with all his strength, bellowing, "I have what you want in my hands..."

"Spare us, I'll give you money. I'll tell you the location of a vault with 200 million US dollars..."

"Bang bang bang!" "Bang bang bang!" "Bang bang bang!"

By now, the young n had also realized what was happening, they rushed to the pile of corpses that had forced them to keep their distance, and started banging frantically on the front cover of the carriage...

"Let us go, we're innocent, we were just following orders..."

".........."

".........."

As if in response to their cries, the constantly shaking carriage suddenly ca to a halt.

Thinking that their shouting had been answered, just as they were about to double their efforts, the carriage suddenly fell apart like a toy, and then they were blinded by several dazzling beams of light.

Frist rubbed his eyes hard; after about a dozen seconds, he witnessed an unbelievable scene.

There was never any carriage at all, the one they were in was a prop set up temporarily, and the shaking of the vehicle had been caused by the terrifying female machine gunner.

What despaired them most was not Joe Ga, who was clapping and cheering, but the people standing behind him...

The FBI Deputy Director Cooper, DEA Deputy Director Michael Beach, the Deputy Attorney General Dachi, a Deputy Director from the CIA's Managent Office, and a Major General from the Pentagon...

The worst was the television with a large screen hanging over their heads, playing the footage of their conversation with Leinker...

"I have the operation files of Harlotte using the CIA as the Black Hand, as well as recordings of his backer negotiating with the Pentagon people..."

Hearing the repeatedly played footage on the TV and seeing the eerie expressions of the onlookers...

Frester, like a madman, crawled to Leinker, grabbed his collar hard, and shouted maniacally, "You tricked ..."

Leinker forcefully pushed Frester away, pulled out a syringe of morphine, and injected it into himself to ease his pain; then, looking at the crumbling Frester, he nodded and said, "You said it yourself, once everything's resolved, in the eyes of those big shots, our lives don't matter."

With that, Leinker glanced at Joe Ga, who was high-fiving the DEA Director in celebration, and he said with a smile, "Now that it's all settled, I probably don't need to die. But you guys..."

Frester knew he had been played, but he also completely broke down...

Because of what he had just said, the FBI had won; they now held dirt on two powerful figures, which to so extent brought about a balance between them.

In the future, when those two powerful figures faced the FBI, they would have to be a bit more courteous.

And FBI Director Cooper had recovered what was lost...

Although a portion had been given to the drug traffickers of Seta and Jalisco by Leinker, most of it was recovered; from now on, all that was needed was targeted protection for those exposed targets.

The FBI won, so the Justice Departnt won. As it was already sowhat dismissive of these forceful politicians, the Justice Departnt, with the information the FBI held, would act even more deftly.

The Justice Departnt winning ant the DEA under it won too, because the mission was carried out by the DEA's contract rcenaries. P·B surely didn't care about honor, so the internal benefits naturally fell entirely to the DEA.

If the Justice Departnt was the big winner, then neither the Pentagon nor the CIA lost...

No agency is ever a monolith; certainly, the Major General from the Army would be a winner, so long as he obtained the recordings in Frester's possession, the outco would be clear.

The CIA was even more interesting...

As we all know, the Director of the CIA primarily focuses on flattering the president.

Its core consists of four divisions, led by four power-wielding Deputy Directors who do the actual work.

Managent Division, Intelligence Division, Operations Division, and Science and Technology Division.

The one who ca was the CIA's first Deputy Director of the Managent Division, holding the reins over various departnts of communications, logistics, security, finance, dical services, personnel, training, and data processing.

And Frester was just an employee from the Operations Division's foreign intelligence section, their statuses differed too much.

Hauling the CIA bigwigs to the scene to watch seed like a slap in the face, but it was actually giving them an opportunity to reorganize within the CIA.

The first Deputy Director couldn't suppress the third one, could he?

Ensuring the CIA's internal security was the duty of the first Deputy Director. Now, soone was colluding with the Pentagon under the CIA's na and illegally using drones to strike within Arica's borders? How could that be acceptable?

With the evidence of their wrongdoing, wouldn't the culprit have to submit to the first Deputy Director until his retirent or promotion?

This dishonorable information certainly wouldn't be disclosed to the public. Those who had done 'bad deeds' might lie low for quite a while for the sake of balance.

But what of it?

The Justice Departnt triumphed, the big shot chasing emails didn't lose out, and Harlotte's backer suffered a minor setback.

Even 'Shadow ssenger' Leinker, for his cooperation and performance, survived.

In the end, the ones who got screwed were only Frester and those few youths...

Frester knew he wouldn't die before he was thoroughly dealt with, but he would also spend a very, very long ti in a dark, endless prison, enduring ceaseless tornt.

Just as Frester was in utter despair and wanted to smash his head to death, Joe Ga approached him with a smile and said, "What was it you said earlier?

A vault? Two hundred million?"