King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 597 571 A Bit Interesting2

Joe Ga couldn't help but chuckle at Eric's remark, waving his hand as he said, "Getting shot feels terrible, if you're really set on doing that, then I'll have 'Kitten' shoot you.

Since you disrupted her morning, she would definitely be delighted to shoot you."

Eric, upon hearing this, gave a dry laugh and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Forget it, forget it, I'd better report back first, then figure out what to do."

Watching Eric flustered with concern, Joe Ga shook his head with a rueful smile and said, "Aren't you overthinking it?

Once you report this up the chain, do you really think your little head can handle such a big ss?

Bigger heads will co in to take over, and if you could suspect the English, those professional intelligence officers will certainly think of it too.

At this stage, it's all about the higher-ups' gas. Anyway, the English are definitely in for a rough ti, but the extent of their bad luck still needs concrete evidence."

As he spoke, Joe Ga thought for a mont and then suddenly said, "After you report back, tell them not to rush to inform anyone else. I'm about to board a plane to Germany, and I'll bring the English female spy along to probe and see if there's any gain.

I just don't like the arrogant ghostly airs of the English, their secretive ways, their dragging feet even when deploying soldiers, lacking all pragmatism, and I really want to see if they'll finally humble themselves..."

Eric nodded and said, "That makes sense, knowing a bit more helps you crack open Madeline's mouth.

I've seen that woman's file; she's formidable. Boss, you better be careful."

Joe Ga, hearing this, waved dismissively and said, "What do I, a rcenary, have to be careful about?

It's my enemies who should be worried!"

...

At ten in the morning, a small comrcial plane took off from a temporary airfield outside Byrdi City, escorted smoothly into Italian airspace by two Gust fighters.

Madeline Parker, an enigmatic spy who baffled many agents, sat strapped in a straightjacket fit for a ntal patient, her head donned with an eye mask and headphones. Shaking back and forth like a patient in distress, she seed to be fighting sothing.

Joe Ga knew what kind of stuff was playing through the headphones, that sound the CIA guys dubbed 'siren's scream.' Joe Ga had experienced it—it was horribly uncomfortable...

With Madeline's vision taken away by a blindfold, she also had to endure the 'siren's scream.'

She hung on for 36 hours, and it was said that the CIA's record was 38 hours; just two more hours and she'd break that record.

As the plane entered Italian airspace, two F-18 Hornets took off from a United State Army base in Italy, relieving the Gusts to begin escorting.

Joe Ga in his lifeti had never enjoyed such treatnt...

Gazing through the cabin window at the nearby fighters, he waved at the pilots and greeted them. Turning to Dorian, Joe Ga asked, "You, an Italian, seeing Arican planes flying in your own airspace, how do you feel about it?"

Dorian paused, then shrugged and said, "I think it's pretty good; the saved military expenses are used where they're really needed."

Joe Ga looked at Dorian with disdain and said, "Don't you have any sense of national honor?"

After hearing this, Dorian spread his hands and retorted, "What does this have to do with national honor?

NATO is a unified alliance; if Arica is willing to assu the defense duties for allies, why reject it?

Isn't the purpose of a nation to let its citizens enjoy democracy and better welfare benefits?

Security, rules, democracy, freedom—we've got it all!"

Dorian looked at Joe Ga with an obviously peculiar expression and, feeling helpless, said, "Even if we don't like it, what can we do?

If we can't even accept this, then when you enter Germany, you'll find that they have even less 'dignity' in military matters. Arica has 18 military bases there, but the Germans live well."

Europeans really have a different way of thinking. Joe Ga pondered for a long ti and finally got a sense of it, then beca conscious of it. How did the astronomical military budget of Arica co about?

In order to control their allies, the United State Army has more than one hundred thousand troops stationed in Europe, treating it as their own private land.

Only France and England in Europe still have so military self-esteem. Germany takes the path of economic leadership and industrial power, and its military is simply a ss.

On the one hand, they enjoy the cheap national defense provided by Arica; on the other hand, they enjoy the cheap energy provided by Russia, and they occupy high-end positions in several industrial fields. Who else could live better than they do?

Most likely, a large part of Europeans have this ntality, so they all want to join NATO and take advantage of Arica's military wool, after all, maintaining their own army is too troubleso.

However, all of this is predicated on having a powerful enemy!!

Because if the majority of countries join NATO, it would be as if NATO no longer existed!

With no 'leeks' to harvest, internal strife would be the only option left!

The thought struck Joe Ga as funny—the Emperor to the east had applied to join NATO multiple tis but was always rejected, facing a cold shoulder; not to ntion, he was constantly being used as a target.

Initially, Joe Ga thought this might be so-called ideological struggle, but now he realized that as long as NATO didn't fall apart, 'confrontation' would always be the main the of this world.

They needed to have enemies to be united; only by joining together could they use their industrial advantages to harvest those below.

Looking at it now, the Germans were the real winners!

Who really won World War II after all?

At this thought, Joe Ga couldn't help but put away his disdain for Germany.

As a defeated nation, being able to bring the country to such a height through political maneuvering and industrial economic ans, Germany's politicians were very, very capable.

As Joe Ga was deeply engrossed in thought, wanting to have Thompson, who had co with him, help gather so information about German politicians so he could learn a thing or two, his gaze fell upon Madeline Parker...

The woman who had been swaying left and right now showed wet stains on her lower body, and the dim yellow urine followed the edge of the high-quality leather seat, dripping onto the cabin floor.

Just as Joe Ga was about to gesture for a steward to co clean it up, Madeline suddenly scread and banged her head against the window harshly.

After a loud "Bang" sound, Madeline bounced back heavily and then slumped over in her seat, restrained by the seatbelt, beginning to convulse violently.

Frester stood up and took a look, loudly calling for the accompanying doctor to co over and check...

The doctor rushed over with a dical kit, undid the safety belt, laid Madeline on the floor, removed her eye mask, threw away her headphones, and then leaned over to her mouth and nose to listen...

Just then, Madeline suddenly opened her eyes and bit the doctor's throat with her mouth.

As people rushed over to try to save the doctor, Madeline ended up on top of the dical kit in the scuffle, her hands bound across her chest protruding a little through a gap that had appeared at so unknown ti, taking a small pair of scissors with her...

The madness displayed by this woman threw everything into chaos on the plane.

The doctor, who had run over to save Madeline and now held his shattered throat, began to convulse, and Isa, the British spy who had been called over, shouted loudly for the pilot to make an ergency landing...

Joe Ga, who had been keeping an eye on Madeline, exchanged a look with Karman and shook his head slightly, indicating for him not to speak...