King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 816 - 816 741 I Just Knew

816: Chapter 741 I Just Knew…

816: Chapter 741 I Just Knew…

Joe Ga looked at Danny, who was visibly agitated, and spread his hands with a smile, “I’m now protecting Arica’s national security, I’m licensed!

You wanted to join in action, right?

If the cops co later, you handle them.”

Upon hearing this, Danny exclaid incredulously, “FUCK, why ?

How the hell do I explain to them that just because soone in the parking lot looked suspicious, you beat them with such a thick stick?”

While speaking, Danny looked at those people who were screaming with less and less strength, and he urged anxiously, “Make them stop, they’re about to beat soone to death…”

Joe Ga didn’t let Danny Logan worry for too long.

After waiting for half a minute, he picked up the radio and said, “That’s about enough, pack them in the vehicles, tow the cars along with them back to New Jersey.

Let Thompson get in the car to ‘question’ them, we’ll go to New Jersey to change clothes, and then set off to cause so trouble…

Guys, this ti we represent the Departnt of Holand Security of Arica.

Even if the asures are a bit rough, I think the Arican people will understand!”

General Maguire stood at the entrance of the hospital, witnessing the thods P·B’s people were using from start to finish.

Seeing those big Russians tossing captives into the vehicles like trash, he surprisingly agreed with this approach…

He turned his head to look at Earl Lavey, who had been following by his side, and said, “I’m actually feeling a bit confident now.

This is how terrorists should be dealt with.”

Now, as Earl Lavey was in the sa boat as General Maguire, he shook his head helplessly and said, “Sir, Hu Lang is making a show of force.

He will have even harsher thods to follow.

Those might not be entirely targeted at terrorists!”

FBI’s Lesler took the chance to walk over and said in a low voice, “Sir, giving Hu Lang a license to kill was a mistake…”

General Maguire, seeing even an insignificant figure daring to question him, frowned and retorted, “Indulging terrorists is the mistake…

Before you speak to , you should at least call ‘Sir’.

Does saluting make you uncomfortable?

I shall have a talk with your bureau chief…”

Lesler, seeing that his honest words earned him a complaint, felt so frustrated he wanted to slam his head against a wall.

Unfortunately, the two CIA officials in front of him had no interest in dealing with him.

Regardless of why Boss Qiao wanted to capture those people, they had to follow and see if any useful clues could be gleaned.

………

New Jersey’s P·B Farm…

In one year, the place had undergone a significant transformation.

The farm expanded more than fourfold by annexing several nearby farms.

Now it sports two shooting ranges, a professional CQB training field, an outdoor training ground, and a luxurious gym.

Even a gas station, a Walmart, and a massive gun store have unexpectedly appeared at the previously desolate entrance of the farm.

With Walmart drawing in traffic, the relatively remote farm was buzzing with activity.

As Joe Ga entered the farm, he saw several robust young n in Boys Scout uniforms training a group of kids.

Healthy throngs of won sat on the grass of the farm chatting while basking in the sunlight and enjoying afternoon tea.

The n gathered under so umbrellas, tidying up their weapons with an instructor’s guidance, waiting for a chance to show off their skills at the shooting range.

P·B’s farm had essentially beco a military and leisure entertainnt center…

Joe Ga truly hadn’t expected you could have such fun on a farm.

Intrigued, he looked at ‘Jackal’ sitting at the steering wheel and said with a laugh, “Who ca up with this idea?

You should pay them a consulting fee.”

‘Jackal’, while steering and leading the convoy deeper into the farm, laughed and responded, “It was my son’s teacher.

She said there weren’t any suitable shopping centers or parks around here.

If we took so land to invest in a supermarket and gas station, we could make a decent sum of money.

I passed this idea on to Monica.

She got in touch with Stuart of the Walton family, and then this place beca what it is now.

I think it’s pretty good.

My son really likes it here…”

Joe Ga nodded continuously as he listened, remarking, “Although we’re a military contracting company, it’s okay not to be so mysterious about ourselves.

Letting outsiders co and see and then charging them for training seems like a pretty good idea.”

‘Jackal’, upon hearing this, smiled and said, “Boss, just the rent from the gas station and supermarket outside brings in quite a bit of money, and our gun shop is doing very well.

Just that alone covers half of the farm’s expenses!

Add on the fees for providing training to the New Jersey police and SWAT, and the farm is self-sustaining.

The Justice Departnt’s witness protection contracts are operating very well, and those are pure profit!”

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga knew ‘Jackal’ wasn’t a qualified Businessman…

From what he knew, the Russian group at the farm would face lawsuits monthly.

To solve these people’s identity problems and to clean up after them, the lawyer Valkyrie had to spend a considerable amount of money each month.

A lot of money was also needed to invest in the comrcial zone.

If you don’t account for the costs and just look at the revenue, doing business this way was bound to fail eventually.

However, Joe Ga himself didn’t expect ‘Jackal’ to beco a CEO; Monica was the one for that.

This guy was just a leader with a lot of comrades.

Joe Ga was extrely satisfied with ‘Jackal’ Wolf’s recruitnt of Jazz Squad!