King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 864 - 864 776 Press Conference

864: Chapter 776: Press Conference 864: Chapter 776: Press Conference Joe Ga heard the dical officer ntion ‘Tracker’; he looked at Ronnie who had beco completely silent after being injected with a sedative, moving closer to examine the peculiar tattoo on the man’s arm…

The tattoo of Delta Force was a triangle with a dagger going through it, Joe Ga didn’t notice anything different about Ronnie’s tattoo.

Seeing the dical officer’s strange expression, Joe Ga curiously said, “Isn’t that the Delta Force tattoo?

What do you an by ‘Tracker’?”

The dical officer stretched out his hand towards the handle of the dagger in the tattoo and said, “There’s an extra demon claw here.

It’s a special mark, indicating that this person once joined a special team.

‘Tracker’ is a secret squad dedicated to capturing high-risk criminals or traitors, only eligible for selection after serving in Delta Force for over five years.

These guys are extrely formidable.

I’ve dealt with a retired ‘Tracker’ who now runs an international investigation company, specializing in truth inquiries and hostage rescue missions.

The training they undergo is different from Delta Force, it’s sort of like that of a secret agent but much stronger in combat capabilities.”

Dorian, seeing everyone’s attention on him, chuckled and said, “Well then…”

Glancing at the dical officer with a peculiar expression, he angrily said, “If you keep looking at with those eyes, I’ll beat you up, Delta, huh, think you’re so great?”

The dical officer slightly shook his head and said, “I an you perford very well, the ‘Trackers’ are incredible, extrely so!

The ‘Tracker’ I know is not only excellent with guns but is even better at hand-to-hand combat…

He alone with two assistants completed 45 hostage rescues in xico over three years…

It was six years ago that I t him; he was already 58 years old by then.”

Looking at Ronnie on the floor, the dical officer said, “People like him shouldn’t turn out like this, they have better logistical support than Delta Force.

Moreover, he’s dangerous and shouldn’t be released into society…”

Upon hearing this, Olivia, clutching the dical officer’s hand anxiously said, “Sir, are you saying Ronnie was once a soldier?”

The dical officer nodded and said, “He must be one of the best!”

Olivia, excitedly said, “Then could you please ask the Military Service Departnt for ?

The doctor just ntioned that Ronnie might recover normally if he undergoes craniotomy.

Sir, my husband was a soldier but he died in Aqionghan; Ronnie has been taking care of our family, but he has changed since he returned three years ago…

I don’t know what happened, but Ronnie suffers every day and often engages in conflicts.”

Listening to this, Joe Ga said with a bitter smile, “You have a slight misunderstanding of the word ‘conflict’…”

Hearing this, Olivia repeatedly waved her hands and said, “No, no, no, Ronnie was never like this; in the past, he only subdued people, rarely letting them get hurt, um, at most minor injuries…

I don’t know what happened today?”

Lying on the hospital bed, Foreman whispered, “Mom, Uncle Ronnie didn’t take his dicine today, he ran out, so he drank a lot of alcohol this morning.”

Hearing this, Olivia, depressed, sat at the bedside, just about to cry, when Joe Ga waved to this shrewd woman and said, “Don’t cry…”

He then took a wad of twenty-dollar bills from his pocket, threw it to Olivia, and said, “From now on, no crying!

Consider this money an advance on your salary, which you can repay monthly.”

Olivia, with a cry, rushed towards boss Joe, hugged him, and kissed him fiercely, crying while saying, “Thank you, thank you, you are an angel sent by God, thank you, boss!”

Joe Ga struggled to push Olivia away and glared at the unqualified bodyguard Ayu, then irritably said, “Get the dicine quickly, I need to rest for a while, and there’s a bunch of reporters waiting for downstairs.

Shit, how did I get into this ss?”

Seeing Olivia happily running out of the ward, the dical officer said to Joe Ga, “Boss, what about this guy?”

Thinking about what the ‘Chinese dicine’ doctor had said, Joe Ga stroked his chin and remarked, “You ntioned ‘Tracker’, and now I’m quite curious; let him have a checkup here and see if he can undergo surgery?

Get Valkyrie to co here, have him sign a dical loan agreent; just because he hit doesn’t an we’re even…

If he’s really that formidable, then let him work for for a few years to pay off his debt.”

The dical officer nodded and said, “Such a guy is bound to be sowhat troubleso, but it should be worth it.

I, too, am particularly keen to find out what exactly happened to him that he didn’t seek help from the ‘Tracker’ superiors…

These guys have very generous pensions…”

Joe Ga was now very interested in this Ronnie, such experts are indeed very rare, and if possible, he should be made to work for himself.

Joe Ga gestured to the dical officer to go fetch a doctor, then stood up to straighten his clothes, and said to Ayu, “dical officer stays here, let’s go down and et those reporters…”

Ayu nodded, made a throat-slitting gesture at the shabby-looking Dorian, then grinned, signaling the Spurs and others to follow the boss and take the elevator down to the first floor.

Presbyterian Hospital has a dedicated news center; as Joe Ga entered the dia center, he heard a flurry of ‘click-click’ sounds, and a barrage of flashlights sowhat dazzled his eyes.

Seeing several photographers carrying caras shooting from various angles, Joe Ga gestured for them to not co too close and then walked to the podium amidst so reporters’ jeering…

Having been accustod to grand scenes, Joe Ga tapped the microphone on the podium, and after hearing a “pop” sound, he spread his hands and said, “Guys, I’m here!

You can ask your questions now…”

As soon as Joe Ga finished speaking, a white female reporter stood up and said loudly: “What are your thoughts on the New Jersey tragedy that happened six days ago?

The excessive use of force by P.B.

resulted in hundreds of injuries, do you have anything to say to those injured?”

Joe Ga imdiately knew that this reporter was his ‘Undercover’, trying to steer the topic with her questions…

Although calling the battle that happened six days ago a ‘tragedy’ was not quite appropriate, it allowed this white reporter to appear aligned with the black community, making it seem like she was speaking on their behalf.

Now everyone knows, don’t confront the black community on public opinion issues.

They declare themselves as a vulnerable group and have suffered losses, pushing against them would certainly bring no benefits.

Joe Ga nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders, and after the crowd cald down, he earnestly said: “I think it was indeed a tragedy, but a tragedy that didn’t happen.

I prevented a preditated terrorist attack, rescued a dozen children, and found several powerful bombs.

You ask what I think?

Then I tell you, I’m moved and proud of my guys!

They accomplished their mission excellently!”

Joe Ga’s words infuriated a group of black reporters; a black female reporter, with her hair ticulously styled, stood up and yelled: “You executioner, where do you place those blacks that you hard?

If the battle had taken place in a white community, would you have acted the sa?

Even now, there are more than a dozen people still lying in hospitals, don’t you feel sorry at all?

Many people think you have severe racial biases, and there are so organizations preparing to jointly sue you, what are your thoughts on that?”

Joe Ga looked at this elite-looking black female reporter and shook his head, saying: “Madam, I think you’ve misunderstood my actions…

When I was shooting at those people, they were not black in my eyes, they were enemies!

You want to place the ‘racist’ label on my head, but you are bound to be disappointed.

If you truly knew about , you should know that I own many businesses in Central Africa that have helped tens of thousands of blacks find employnt.

In Sangha Town, Ndele, Nova City, hundreds of thousands of blacks have benefited from my businesses.

One of my closest buddies is also black, he is now responsible for protecting my girlfriend and future child.

My bodyguard is a black woman nad King Kong; we’ve been through life and death together!”

Speaking, Joe Ga looked at the reporter who wanted to say sothing, he gestured with his hand and said: “I entrust the lives of my family and myself to blacks, and then you say I am biased against blacks?

The characteristics of a racist are disgust and rejection of colored people, if you can’t even understand this, I think you’re not fit to be a reporter.

Of course, if you think that blacks in Arica and those in Africa aren’t the sa, then I don’t think there’s any ground for discussion.

You want to sue , sure, I can delay paying for those hospitalized blacks, we can await the verdict of the court, then see what I should pay?”

After finishing, Joe Ga watched as the reporters below again beca noisy, he smiled and gestured with his hand saying: “Let finish speaking, then you can ask…

The first reporter friend asked what I want to say to those injured, the second reporter asked if I feel sorry…

I tell you, I don’t feel sorry!

If I have to say sothing to those injured, then I can only express regret, because they were in the wrong place, at the wrong ti, doing the wrong thing…

Guys, don’t be mistaken, P·B is counter-terrorism, safeguarding your safety, and those injured, they were protecting the terrorists…

P·B’s people are soldiers; we aren’t responsible for investigating cases, nor are we responsible for judging what those people did, our first choice in facing missions is always to take them down.

I can seriously tell you, if the sa situation happens again, whether it be on Wall Street or the Upper East Side, I would make the sa decision.

P·B is a private contractor, our duty is to execute contracts, targets being black or white is all the sa to us!”

Speaking, Joe Ga looked at the elite-looking black female reporter, he smiled and said: “I bet you wouldn’t even want to step foot in that community…

Initially, I intended to cover all the dical expenses of the innocent injured, but now I’ve changed my mind.

I want you to move in, for every day you stay there, I will pay for one person’s dical expenses.

Madam, now is the ti for you to prove your responsibility!

You wouldn’t want your fellow n to be robbed by those unexpected ergency ‘surprise bills’, right?”

Black female reporter…