King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 868 - 868 779 Surprise

868: Chapter 779: Surprise 868: Chapter 779: Surprise Bronx, the northernmost borough of New York.

Joe Ga got out of the car, bid farewell to ‘Jackal,’ and located the inconspicuous black Chevrolet Malibu Thompson had prepared for him by pressing the car keys in his hand…

After checking the condition of the vehicle, Joe Ga, now in common jeans and a jacket and wearing a baseball cap, turned around and walked to the entrance of the apartnt, pulling out his keys to unlock the front door.

After entering, he abandoned the cramped elevator and made his way up to the third floor through a staircase filled with bizarre odors.

Most of the Bronx’s residents were new immigrants or their descendants, including African Aricans, xicans, Puerto Ricans, South Aricans, and so Asians from Southeast Asia.

Reaching the third floor, Joe Ga found the apartnt arranged by Thompson just as he was about to enter, when he heard the noisy door of a nearby apartnt being opened.

A cheap perfu scent hit Joe Ga’s nose, followed by a panicked voice shouting, “Let go, you fat pig…”

“Hey, you bitch, I paid you.

If you don’t solve my problems, you’re getting kicked out tomorrow.”

Joe Ga pushed open the apartnt door and glanced back while he was about to close it, seeing a mixed-race Asian girl forcefully breaking free from an old xican man’s grasp, yelling loudly, “I’d rather sleep on the streets than see your butt, you fat pig…”

As the mixed-race girl headed towards the stairs, she glanced at Joe Ga, mumbled sothing under her breath, and then hurriedly bolted up the stairs.

The old xican man, wearing only shorts and a tank top, shot a furious glance at Joe Ga who had stopped behind the door and barked, “What are you looking at, you yellow monkey?

Have you had a health check?

You’ll have a background check tomorrow, or you can get out too.”

Joe Ga, having never rented a place in Arica before, was taken aback by the xican man’s words, then shook his head slightly and looked around the hallway…

After confirming there were no security caras inside the cheap apartnt, Joe Ga drew his gun and pointed it at the old man’s head, made a silence gesture, and then, with the gun to his head, led him into the room.

With the old xican man’s eyes wide with terror, Joe ga closed the door with his foot, then pointed his silenced M9 at the man’s head, stroking his fake mustache, and said with a smile, “You seem hot-tempered.

Co on, lie down on the bed and let check on you…”

The old xican man collapsed to his knees, begging with hands clasped together, tears and snot streaming down, “Don’t kill , don’t kill .

I have 200 US dollars in my pocket, all yours, and my car too…”

Joe Ga chuckled, shaking his head, “Relax, I don’t like to kill indiscriminately.

Now, lie down on the bed, or I’ll put a bullet in your leg…”

The old xican man looked at Joe Ga with the eyes of soone staring at a maniac, pleading, “Sir, please let go, I know there is soone upstairs if you want…”

Taken for a pervert, Joe Ga paused and, annoyed, pulled the trigger; after a ‘click’, a bullet grazed the old man’s thigh and lodged into the floor, scaring him to the point of collapsing.

Then, as if resigned to his fate, the man scrambled into the room and flopped onto a grimy bed, sobbing without a sound.

Joe Ga looked at the man’s tightly clenched fat butt with a silent shake of his head, and as he surveyed the place, he realized that the old guy’s tastes were quite twisted…

In the corner of the room hung two black plastic bodysuits, and an open cupboard contained an assortnt of ‘toys’ catering to heavy tastes.

Joe Ga couldn’t help but whistle in admiration at how wild the old man’s activities were and then moved to pull out several pairs of fetish handcuffs.

After flipping the old man over, he secured him to the reinforced iron-fra bed.

The man’s mouth was bound with a twisted pink gag ball, his arms and legs sprawled and fastened on the bed, in a spread-eagled position.

Joe Ga thoughtfully put on a blindfold on the horrified man and amid his muffled wails, emptied everything from the freezer into bags and piled them around the man’s lower body.

With the man’s panicked ‘wuwuwu’ cries in the background, Joe Ga turned the room temperature down to the lowest setting, then leaned over the man and said with a smile, “I saw you were quite hot-tempered, so I’m helping you cool down.

I believe you won’t be so hot-headed after this!”

The ice was excruciating for the old man who thrashed about, but the bed he designed himself did not budge.

Feeling the piercing cold and unable to escape, the old man cried ‘wuwuwu’, trying to appeal to Joe’s sense of compassion, but by then, Boss Joe had already left the apartnt, conscientiously locking both the room and the front door.

As Boss Joe entered his own apartnt, closed the door, and settled in to rest, the mixed-race Asian girl, who had stord off earlier, made her heavy way down from the fourth floor.

After a long hesitation, she softly knocked on the door of the old xican man’s room.

Joe Ga, listening from behind the door peephole, saw the mixed-race girl knocking for a while without a response and then crouching down in silent tears against the floor…

Joe Ga originally had no intention of getting involved in these matters, but watching this girl cry at the door, he’d have to relocate tonight if soone discovered the condition of the old xican man.

After hesitating for a mont, Joe Ga opened the door and looked at the girl squatting on the ground, saying, “Hey, that fatso left, crying here is useless.”

While speaking, Joe Ga pulled out two twenty-dollar bills from his pocket and said, “This money probably won’t solve your problem, but…”

The mixed-race girl looked up at Joe Ga and the money in his hands, then, as if she had taken the wrong dication, she stood up, took off her dress, and in her underwear, walked up to Joe Ga, took the money from his hand, and then passed him and entered his room…

The mixed-race girl, now in the living room and having taken off her underwear, stood there naked and said to Joe Ga, “Co on, give another 200 dollars, and I’m yours for the night.”

Joe Ga, discomforted at being treated like a sex-starved john, went into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge, then sat down on the couch in the living room, stroking his chin while eyeing the mixed-race girl who actually had quite a figure…

The dim lighting in the apartnt made the girl’s peculiar behavior very unsettling.

After a few minutes, the courage that the girl had mustered up slowly seeped away in silence, and then, under Joe Ga’s semi-smiling gaze, she crouched down on the floor in humiliation and began to sob.

Having a girl crying in the middle of the night in his apartnt made Joe Ga feel sowhat helpless…

He grabbed a throw pillow and tossed it onto the girl, saying helplessly, “Stop crying…”

As he spoke, Joe Ga pulled out two hundred-dollar bills and placed them on the coffee table in front of him, saying, “I’ve had my look, here’s the money, take it.

Go back and get so sleep.

Don’t co to the third floor for the next three days, I guarantee that xican guy won’t harass you.”

The mixed-race girl’s crying suddenly stopped; she stood up, choking back sobs, hiding her private parts with the pillow, then picked up her underwear and dress and put them on…

Then she walked up to Joe Ga, bent over tentatively, and placed her hand on the money…

Seeing Joe Ga remain completely unmoved, the mixed-race girl’s eyes filled with tears blinked a couple of tis, then huge tears began to fall.

Joe Ga was most annoyed by people who cried at every turn, and just as he was about to send the girl away, she suddenly took off a pendant from around her neck and placed it on the coffee table, saying with sobs, “You’re Chinese, you should recognize this.

I want to trade it for 2000 dollars…”

Joe Ga was about to laugh at the odd woman—he gave her forty and she didn’t want it; she wanted to sell her body for two hundred and couldn’t, and now she was trying to sell a stone…

Joe Ga thought the girl was a bit off her head, but when his gaze swept over the pendant, he paused…

It was a jade token, only about the size of a finger joint, with quite average “water” in the jade and so impurities inside.

But the base supporting the jade had actually caused a slight reaction from his ‘Universal Toolbox’—a situation that had never happened before…

Frowning, Joe Ga reached out and picked up the jade token, playing with it in his hand; the mont the base of the token touched the ‘tattoo’ on his finger, he clearly felt the Universal Toolbox being charged, its storage space slightly expanded.

This discovery was a pleasant surprise for Joe Ga.

He didn’t imdiately make the transaction with the mixed-race girl but instead said, “This thing is definitely not worth 2000 to the average person.

But stuff like this is rare in Arica, I can give you the money, but you must tell , where did you get this from?”

The girl was stunned for a mont, then lowered her head and said, “This was left to by my mother; she said it was personally crafted by my father.”

Joe Ga, looking at the girl’s subdued expression, nodded and said, “Then where are your father and mother from, and where are they now?

I can give you money for travel, so you can go find them…”

The girl, who seed not to have found soone to confide in for a long ti, glanced at Joe Ga, then slowly sat down on the single-seater sofa next to her.

She looked down at her tangled hands and confessed, “My mother was from Mian Dian; she passed away four years ago.

My father was an adventurer; he took to Arica for two years before he received so information and left for Mian Dian.

Then he disappeared.”

Speaking, the girl looked at the jade token in Joe Ga’s hand and said softly, “This is a keepsake my father gave my mother; I recognized my father by it.

Now I want to exchange it for so money; I want to find a different place to work…

I, I can’t hold on any longer…”