King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 378 364 Isn't this a coincidence?

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Joe Ga felt chills all over his body when 'Kitten' called him "boss".

Facing 'Kitten's pleading look, Joe Ga said to Monica, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you earlier."

Monica's face showed a bitter expression as she replied, "No, you guessed right, it's just not ti yet.

I had no choice, but 'Kitten' did!

If you want to go to war with the Sinaloa Group, then go, don't worry about , I don't care.

Before I beco that Crown Prince's mistress, the CIA won't let die."

Monica's helplessness made 'Kitten' very uncomfortable, she stood up, took a couple of steps, and then said to Monica, "I'm going to buy plane tickets right now, we're going to Central Africa, the CIA can't take you away from ."

While saying this, 'Kitten' looked at Joe Ga and said, "Right, boss?"

Joe Ga squinted his eyes at 'Kitten', who was willing to pick a fight with the CIA just to protect her boss, and shook his head, "Sit down, what's the use of running from a problem?

I'm not afraid of the CIA, but do you really want Monica to hide out in P·B's base for the rest of her life?

Sit down and let ask clearly, the CIA is nothing special..."

After saying this, Joe Ga looked at Monica and after a few minutes of thought, he said, "I've dealt with people from the CIA recently, and they are quite reasonable.

Tell the na of the guy who developed you into a spy, and I'll give him a call to see if he'll give so face."

Monica looked at Joe Ga as if he were a miracle worker, and in disbelief said, "That's the CIA, soone who can make big shots from the Sinaloa Group do their bidding..."

Joe Ga scoffed and shook his head, "You've watched too many movies, how could the real power players have contact with the Sinaloa Group's people? The guy doing that job is at most just a lackey.

Spit it out, what's his na? I'll go have a talk with him."

Having witnessed P·B people's fiery temper, Monica said worriedly, "How do you plan to talk to him?"

Joe Ga looked at Monica with a touch of sympathy. The carefreeness she had previously shown was just indulgence after powerlessness, and now, seeing a glimr of hope, she seed a bit flustered.

In the face of 'Kitten's pleading look, Joe Ga smacked his lips and said, "How I talk is my business, you just need to trust .

Can your current situation get any worse?

At least we won't harm you, right?"

Monica clenched her hands tightly, then said softly, "Frester..."

Joe Ga thought he had misheard and incredulously asked, "Who?"

Monica looked cautiously at the 'shocked' Joe Ga and said, "Frester, he's a CIA operative. He turned into a spy and then arranged for people to train for six months.

He wants to get close to a Crown Prince in Shah..."

After hearing this, Joe Ga rubbed his nose bridge and shook his head, "Have you ever heard of a person nad Harlotte?"

Monica was briefly stunned and replied, "I've t Harlotte once, he's a major businessman.

Frester said that in a week, Harlotte would arrange for to 'coincidentally et' the Crown Prince."

As Monica said this, looking at the pensive Joe Ga, she added with a touch of disappointnt, "Frester is very powerful, if it's too difficult for you..."

"What?"

Joe Ga paused and looked at Monica, then with a self-deprecating smile, he pulled out his phone, showed a photo of Frester to Monica, and said, "Is this the Frester you're talking about?"

Monica, seeing the battered Frester in the photo, covered her mouth in surprise and said in disbelief, "That's him, what happened to him? Who did this to him?"

Joe Ga, with a smile in his eyes, pointed at his nose and said, ". I shot through his shoulder and his right knee."

Saying this, Joe Ga looked at Monica's mouth agape in astonishnt, spread his hands, and said, "Beauty, this is what I do!"

Monica, with her hand still over her mouth, exclaid excitedly, "How is that possible, Frester is a big shot at the CIA..."

Joe Ga could probably understand that in a different ti and place, backed by the CIA and wielding power, Frester might seem like a big shot to so...

But thinking about the unlucky guy he had bested and his willingness to sell out for a few hundred bucks in the end, Joe Ga scoffed, "If Frester counts as a big shot, then I'm God."

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at the still incredulous Monica and said with a smile, "Beauty, you need to wash your eyes. That Harlotte, he's sowhat of a big shot, but Frester really is nothing.

He's currently locked up in the FBI's interrogation room, and if you're not reassured, you could have 'Kitten' take my business card and lead you to the FBI's Los Angeles division with you.

Then you'll see that the person you're so scared of is actually just a bit player.

Your identity and background an that anybody wearing the badge of a legal violent institution can manipulate you because you're inherently beneath them.

But I can tell you responsibly that you are not any kind of spy, at least not a CIA spy.

That Frester and Harlotte are in cahoots, and I don't know if they're sending you to get close to that Crown Prince to please him or actually use you to get sothing from him.

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But one thing I can be sure of is that you're not a spy for the CIA, nor do you work for them, and the protection you're fantasizing about doesn't exist.

Otherwise, why would the Sinaloa Group send soone to protect you with the resources the CIA has?

Oh, I forgot, I killed all of Frester's n.

That Harlotte had dealings with the Sinaloa Group; it must have been him who arranged for the Sinaloa Group's people to protect you.

In order to distance himself from you, he didn't even want to pay for two security guards and insisted on packaging you as a drug cartel woman. What on earth does he want to do?"

Monica was startled for a mont, then suddenly her astonished expression receded, she slightly straightened her back, and her chin lifted a tad — a queenly aura erged spontaneously.

Seeing the surprised look on Joe Ga's face, Monica raised her hands to tidy her hair, then used a hair tie from her wrist to tie her long hair into a neat ponytail, and said, "Maybe it's because the Crown Prince has grown tired of those won who obey him and has beco more interested in a woman like this."

Joe Ga wasn't surprised; to those immoderately wealthy dudes from Shah, having so unique taste was quite normal.

He watched Monica, whose deanor had drastically changed, and said admiringly, "It's such a waste you're not an actress..."

Monica shrugged her shoulders lightly and lazily slouched in the chair, propping her cheek with one hand and looking at Joe Ga, saying, "My ntor was indeed an actress.

She taught a lot, and it's with those very things that I beca the wife of Ochoa, the number two in the Gulf Group."

Watching Monica lay languidly on the lounger like a lazy cat, supporting her head with her left hand, her eyes hazily gazing at Joe Ga, her right hand unintentionally sliding over her waist and hips...

'Kitten' saw the boss unconsciously touch his nose and she suddenly pinched Monica's butt hard, followed by a moan that was tough for even a woman to withstand...

Watching a much more relaxed Monica chuckling and playfully tussling with 'Kitten', unbothered by the sudden reveal of her allure...

At that mont, Joe Ga truly perceived the power of this enchantress but he also realized that Monica was displaying her abilities to him.

This woman belonged to that breed who conquer the world by conquering n; she would grasp any opportunity she saw.

In the past, she couldn't afford to choose because offending the drug cartel and being pinched by the CIA left her helpless.

Now seeing a glimr of freedom, she spared no effort in showcasing her beauty-derived capabilities to Joe Ga, hoping to win favor and find a new substantial backing to continue the ideal life she envisions.

In all honesty, Joe Ga felt a long-missed sense of vanity at this mont.

Even though he was aware that Monica was trying to get sothing from him, he seed not to care.

That's the amazing thing about won who can provide emotional value to n.

Just as won like wealthy and generous n, not because the man has money per se, but because he can satisfy a woman's vanity with his wealth.

And n can derive sufficient emotional value from won — youth, beauty, compliance, status display — and so on...

And the reason why playboys are often successful is that they can use various thods and small gifts to bring imnse emotional satisfaction to won.

At the end of the day, the good or bad of relationships between n and won boils down to emotions.

Simply talking about money is too superficial; there are plenty of humble yet happy marriages out there, where they may lack wealth, but both can provide emotional support to one another.

But vanity is a higher level of indulgence.

Nobody can refuse the joy brought by satisfied vanity, and it's the sa for both n and won!

Even if Monica remains silent, she's like a vase that can offer enough vanity to n.

Any man who can resist her once she makes a move must have a peculiar sense of aesthetics.

Joe Ga admits he felt pretty good at this mont, but he knew Monica wasn't looking to get into his bed but was 'auditioning'.

She was showing him what she could do.

She needed to find a new pillar to lean on after getting away from the CIA, or else the people from the Gulf Group would tear her to pieces.

Unfortunately, Monica's tricks were useless with P·B.

Because Joe Ga didn't play that ga; he relied on power and integrity to handle things.

Having a mistress by his side would not only damage his Tough Guy image but also, if it displeased Nis, it would be unnecessary.

Noticing that though Joe Ga's eyes were on her, they seed to gradually lose focus, Monica stopped horsing around with 'Kitten' in surprise and unconsciously sat upright, gingerly asking, "Sir, you're not feeling uneasy, are you?"

Joe Ga was startled for a mont, then he waved it off with a laugh, "Frester is finished, but I'm a bit interested in that Harlotte; the guy has done so wild stuff.

He has always been tight with Shah, and now he wants to plant a spy by the side of the Crown Prince, which is quite interesting...

Even if he doesn't co for you, I plan to take you to their gathering to have a chat with him; it's a better setting to discuss your issues."

Upon hearing this, Monica curiously asked, "How are you planning to..."

Joe Ga took out his phone and waved it, saying, "I happen to know a prince in Dubai. He might not carry much weight with the Prince of Abu Dhabi, but if he introduces , I guess the Crown Prince would still show so respect.

P·B is a military contracting company, after all; Shah always needs Tough Guys to fight their battles because they really are too weak."