King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 509 491 Desperate Eric

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The sudden news threw the CIA's office area into chaos...

Every single person was on the phone, everyone was pressuring soone in Liberia to find out who was behind the attack on the ambassador, which person or organization it was.

There's nothing unusual about the CIA's work, it's just bullying or begging softly, or exchanging favors—you take my money or my benefits, you have to give an answer.

The CIA and the diplomatic system aren't affiliated, and the embassy didn't ask the CIA for help either.

But soon a call from the White House ca through to Eric's cell phone. It started with an inquiry into the situation in Benghazi, then they began to ask how many people at the CIA station were available...

At that mont, Eric realized that sothing seed off. He hadn't reported Joe Ga's presence, and he'd concealed the existence of the 'Iron Wall rcenary Corps' that was responsible for his own security, only reporting the 20-man team from P·B.

Eric didn't hide the fact that he was taking the call from Joe Ga, and after he hung up, he glanced at Joe Ga, who wore a strange expression. Eric kicked his desk forcefully, then walked to the center of the office, pulled over a whiteboard, and wrote a number on it with a carbon pen. Then he clapped his hands loudly and announced, "We start the base destruction procedure now, all paper docunts must be destroyed, all electronic files are to be sent to the CIA's server.

Stop trying to find out the attacker's identity, I want you to mobilize all the local connections we have, we need to plan a safe evacuation route to the docks."

As he said this, Eric banged on the whiteboard, pointing at the long string of phone numbers, and said, "Rember this number, if any of you get separated, use your cellphone to dial this number, and the CIA can track your position using satellites.

Ladies and gentlen, you are all professionally trained individuals, from now on we are responsible for our own safety. Whether we can evacuate safely depends on whether your actions are ticulous enough.

Rember, any move you make now could determine whether we live or die..."

Eric's tone was extrely heavy, and the atmosphere on-site was very tense. Sofia, the female agent with platinum blonde hair, suddenly raised her hand and said, "Sir, shouldn't we contact the command in Africa?"

Eric looked at Sofia as if she were a fool and said, "Who do you think the Ambassador would contact first?"

With that, Eric gestured forcefully and said, "Carry out the order..."

Joe Ga didn't express any opinion on Eric's actions; he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, frowning, thinking where could the problem lie?

As soon as he landed in Benghazi, the attack happened. Could it be related to Harlotte or the French?

But how did they locate his position?

He was on a private plane; even the Benghazi airport control tower wasn't staffed by professionals, and currently even the CIA was 'own people'!!

Joe Ga didn't think anyone from P·B would betray him. Could he have been recognized during that short mont he appeared at the airport?

"What are you thinking about?"

Eric, with a serious expression, walked over to Joe Ga and said, "I have a very bad feeling..."

Joe Ga glanced at Eric, frowning, and said, "I'm wondering if it was my arrival that triggered the French to act prematurely?"

Eric shook his head after hearing this and said, "It's not related to you, look over there..."

Joe Ga followed Eric's pointing finger to look at the electronic clock on the wall, which clearly displayed that today was September 11th...

Realizing sothing, Joe Ga painfully massaged his temple and cursed, "Shit, today is 9/11 anniversary, the attackers must be from the terrorist organization. FUCK, these people want to declare war!!"

Eric, with a grave face, said, "It might be more than that. Soone from the White House just called , asked about my manpower and setup, but they didn't tell their rescue plan."

Joe Ga was stunned for a mont and said in disbelief, "You an soone behind Harlotte can influence the White House?"

As he said this, Joe Ga looked at Eric's aningful expression, his eyes widening as he said, "Don't joke around, don't tell that black guy from the White House is Harlotte's boss?"

Eric shook his head and said, "Of course he isn't, but Harlotte's boss is closely connected to Arica's Vice President and the Director of National Intelligence."

Hearing this, Joe Ga slightly shook his head and said, "What does that an? Your boss can't make a difference?"

Eric bowed his head and was silent for a dozen seconds, then said, "I'm afraid the situation is worse..."

Upon hearing that, Joe Ga nonchalantly waved his hand and said, "No problem, we should have anticipated this situation. So, no support, we just need to figure out the general situation and can fight our way out ourselves."

Eric took out his phone, looked at it with a low mood, and said, "No, I an it could be worse..."

Joe Ga was taken aback, then, grabbing Eric's collar, stared at him and said, "Are you saying you've been betrayed by your boss? How is that possible? Harlotte's people were after those email evidences before..."

As he spoke, Joe Ga realized sothing and said, "Oh shit, your boss is currently competing in the Democratic internal elections, and might soon beco the presidential candidate. She is also from the Democratic Party, am I right to guess that you and the ambassador have been used as pawns?"

Eric managed a weak smile and said, "A single phone call can't prove anything..."

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Joe Ga looked at Eric, whose face was quite unsightly, fell silent for a mont, stared into Eric's eyes, and said, "If I can guarantee your safe return, could you continue to mix with your boss?"

Eric knew this was a critical mont, he was silent for a long ti, and finally said, "I'm not sure!

Hu Lang, I've been away from Washington for too long, I'm not sure!

All I know is that if I can make it back alive, I definitely can't return to my previous core position..."

As he spoke, Eric looked at Joe Ga, whose expression was very serious, and said nervously, "But I can still help you, my network is still there.

Their goal has been achieved, as long as I don't go public, nobody will trouble ."

Joe Ga waved his hand and said, "Don't be nervous. I promised to save your life, and I will keep my word!

I can understand the ebb and flow among those big shots, but what I don't understand is what benefit they could possibly have by betraying you and pleasing the French?"

Eric said dejectedly, "Arica is internally divided about the situation in Libya...

I guess their intention was to use the death of the ambassador to make up so people's minds, to get the Energy Group's spokesperson to completely give up on Libya and focus on the Middle East.

If I am right, then their next move will be to send more troops to Syria and hand over Libya to England and France completely.

This lets Europe maintain energy security and keeps the French satisfied while reducing their commitnt to the Middle East.

This is sothing England and France would long for; they have even more troops involved in Aqionghan than Arica does, and they don't want to get stuck in Syria.

Lots of people would be satisfied with this political shift!"

Joe Ga felt a shiver run down his spine after hearing this, as the consequences of such high-stakes gas by the powerful are utterly terrifying.

There's a saying that 'a grain of sand in the workings of ti is a mountain on everyone's back,' and every decision these era-defining giants make could result in rivers of blood.

The worst part is their pursuit of interests; they care about how they can reap the maximum benefits for their respective interest groups.

Harlotte's people initially wanted to intervene in the Libyan conflict. After all, by planting a flag and controlling the energy output in Libya, they could influence Europe. Otherwise, they would not have gone out of their way to trouble the French.

But when sothing went wrong midway, not only did ISIS get away with nuclear material, but the French also seized the opportunity to grab them by the scruff of the neck, and then they firmly shifted direction, turning around to collaborate with the French.

And that ambassador was obviously kept in the dark, still carrying out the previous strategy, so he beca a bargaining chip.

Eric was in an even worse position; he was just a step, a step for the French to ascend.

Actually, the severity of the situation hadn't exceeded Joe Ga's expectations, but Eric's importance greatly diminished in the passive stance of his boss.

Possibly worried that Joe Ga would abandon him, Eric earnestly said, "Hu Lang, as long as I live to get back to Arica, I can be safe, at least secure a Deputy Director position within the CIA.

I might be marginalized then, but my connections remain intact. The Deputy Secretary of Holand Security, Flynn, owes a favor, and by having been involved in drafting the defense budget, I'm on very good terms with the Deputy Secretary of Defense...

I still have a chance!"

Looking at the panicked Eric, Joe Ga laughed and said, "Are you worried I'm going to abandon you and run off on my own? Then you're worrying too much...

Don't make promises you can't keep!"

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at Eric, hesitated for a mont, and said, "I'm actually considering whether you're worth the effort to support?

I'm an impatient person. The mont your boss becos a presidential candidate, or even president, you might not have a chance to rise up for the next ten years.

Don't mind my bluntness. I'm a man of my word; I'll do everything in my power to ensure your safety, but as you know, I have a company in Arica, and I need one or even several spokespersons.

I can't hire retired generals or even Secretaries of Defense like those big corporations do, and the Justice Departnt isn't necessarily the best option for ."

Eric was stunned; he looked at Joe Ga hesitantly and said, "At this point, are you still considering whether to support ?"

Joe Ga shrugged his shoulders, smiled, and said, "You have helped quite a bit. I wouldn't cross a river and then break the bridge.

I think I can roughly understand your situation. What if you just co with to Central Africa and mix there?

You have the ability and the connections. As long as you leave the political scene, your boss probably won't go out of his way to make sure you're done.

But from what you're saying, you still want to go back to Washington; this ans I have to think hard about whether to really commit to helping you.

Because to help you, I'd have to take down your boss; otherwise, you'd never make it."

After hearing this, Eric looked at Joe Ga as if he had seen a ghost and said, "You're actually thinking of taking down my boss..."

As he spoke, Eric suddenly realized sothing; he stared at Joe Ga, who seed to be smiling, and said, "Oh shit, those emails..."