King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 591 568: Bring it on!!

Joe Ga and Thompson walked into the room...

Watching Frester greet the agents from England and France with a beaming smile, as if he owned the place, Joe Ga was pleased with the guy's smarts. He took a seat in an empty chair and, pointing to the drone footage, said with a laugh, "I see you're not interested in watching this either, so let's cut to the chase.

I'm all about transparency in my dealings, as long as it's within my capabilities. I won't shy away from helping, and at most, we'll just need to talk about compensation," he said.

As Joe Ga spoke, he looked at several agents with odd expressions and continued with a smile, "I own a military contracting company, so this kind of request is reasonable, right?"

No sooner had Joe Ga finished speaking than the room fell silent...

Sensing the tension, Frester smiled at Joe Ga and said, "Sir, Madeline Parker has explained the process for making dirty bombs and chemical bombs, and then she clamd up."

With a bizarre expression, Frester added, "She said she only wants to talk to you..."

"Not going..."

Joe Ga decisively waved his hand and said, "What could the head of a bunch of rcenaries possibly have to discuss with a terrorist?

I'm certain I don't know her as well as you do!"

With that, Joe Ga looked at the agents whose expressions had grown strange and said discontentedly, "The intelligence agencies of Arica, England, and France combined can't handle one woman?

Why not get tough with her, instead of pampering her with good food and drink all the ti?

Starting today, feed her shit. I bet she won't hold out three days!"

Isa, finding Mr. Qiao's words distasteful, spoke up, "Sir, Madeline has undergone the strictest training, and her resistance to interrogation is perfect.

Ordinary thods are useless against her; they would only anger her and provoke her to resist."

As Isa spoke, she glanced at the French Agent and earnestly said, "We have been sidelined, but in reality, we are the people who understand Madeline the best.

Sir, if you agree to communicate with Madeline, I can assist you.

The crisis of three dirty bombs and two chemical bombs looms before us; we must work together."

Joe Ga had no interest whatsoever in communicating with Madeline. The reason that wretched woman specifically wanted him, it surely wasn't because Mr. Qiao was handso; it had to be her wanting revenge...

During the exchange, Madeline made so excessive demands, what could Joe Ga do?

Decisively refusing Isa's request, Joe Ga said, "Not going!

The truth is, you all know that Madeline is singling out for trouble just because I caught her.

Instead of that, why don't I provide you with a lead? You could follow up on it; maybe you'll find sothing?"

"What lead?"

The French Agent code-nad 'Fly', a nondescript, bald-headed office drone standing a little over five and a half feet tall, had been treated respectfully by both Frester and Isa.

The French carried the greatest burden, yet 'Fly' had maintained his composure and patience.

Now that Joe Ga ntioned having a lead, 'Fly' couldn't stay seated...

"Sir, if you have any leads, please tell !"

Joe Ga glanced at Frester sitting beside him, then said with a smile, "I'm not sure if the lead will be useful, but at this stage, I think every lead is worth trying out, right?"

After hearing this, 'Fly' straightened up solemnly, nodded, and said, "Sir, please go ahead. Whether it's useful or not, we can make that judgnt."

Joe Ga liked 'Fly's' straightforwardness and said with a smile, "You should know that I'm mortal enemies with the Glorious Society, and often, enemies understand each other better.

The fact that the dirty bomb landed in Italy triggered a strange association since that route overlaps with the Glorious Society's narcotics smuggling route.

Normally, the Society's drugs would be trafficked northward through Italy, selling along the way until the remaining stock reaches the Netherlands and is sent from Amsterdam to England.

The Italian police and Interpol have been chasing this for years, but they can't pin down the transport lines of the Glorious Society.

Doesn't that strike you as a bit suspicious?"

'Fly' pondered for a mont after hearing this, then said, "The Glorious Society's leader is shrouded in secrecy, and our security departnt marked him as a target long ago, but we've always co up empty.

Sir, re speculation isn't enough for us to mobilize many resources because if we go after the wrong target, the consequences are unimaginable."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga waved his hand and said with a laugh, "No need, I know the Glorious Society's boss is nad Suleiman, living sowhere in Paris.

It doesn't matter if he's hard to find; I have another lead for you.

I once captured a 'ssenger' of the Glorious Society in Arica; he's a core mber and is currently helping the FBI and DEA track Suleiman.

But they all overlooked soone—there's an Arican diamond trader nad Harlotte who I'm sure has dealings with Suleiman, and word is, he's now in Eastern Europe."

Frester saw the agents from England and France turn their gaze to him; his expression beca peculiar as he looked at his boss...

So vindictive!!

This was about making Harlotte suffer!

As a forr underling of Harlotte's, how could Frester not know that Harlotte had never t Suleiman and that their only interaction had been over the phone?