King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1017 - 908 Disclosure

When Boss Joe encounters some "trouble," the first thing he thinks of isn’t his multi-functional intelligence system, but Aaron—once a double-crosser, now the North American regional president of an international brokerage firm.

This bastard has a bit of an ambiguous thing going on with Isa from the England Intelligence Service. Back in the day, Boss Joe used to freeload intelligence from there.

But after Aaron’s identity changed, Thompson’s connection with "Isa" got cut off.

Now the issue in Congo clearly has foreign forces meddling. Investigating it himself feels like too much hassle—better to just call Aaron.

The guy’s practically "in prison," drowning in free time and obsessively monitoring news wherever he can, so he’s bound to know the answers! freewebnσvel.cѳm

As Nis saw Joe Ga dialing a video call, she was just about to leave for some privacy when Joe Galla grabbed her...

When the video call connected, Joe Ga grinned at Nis and said, "This guy is a friend of mine; you should meet him. Just in case anything comes up in the future, you can go straight to him.

An international brokerage firm still has some clout!"

Nis obediently sat next to Joe Ga and slightly nodded toward Aaron on the other end of the video, saying, "Hello..."

Seeing her pregnant belly, Aaron gave Joe Ga a peculiar look and said, "Hu Lang, looks like you’re having a kid—a boy or a girl?"

Joe Ga chuckled smugly, saying, "A boy. I’m about to have me a son!

Bro, you’re falling behind—you’ve got a wife as stunning as a model living in the hustle of New York, and yet you’re cooped up in ’prison’...

You need to step things up, man. You’ve only lost your legs, not that other thing—you should still be able to have kids."

Aaron was momentarily taken aback but said, "That’s my problem, but I still have to congratulate you.

Kids are the extension of our lives and careers. Having an heir is truly important!"

As he spoke, Aaron placed his right hand on his chest, gave a slight nod toward Nis, and said, "Congratulations, Devil Bird..."

Faced with Aaron’s courtesy, Nis stood up, solemnly nodded in return, and said, "Thank you!"

Looking at Nis’s belly, Aaron’s eyes betrayed a hint of envy as he turned to Joe Ga and said, "Alright, you’ve flaunted enough. What do you need? I’m a busy man."

Joe Ga burst out laughing, saying, "Busy? What’s keeping a ’prisoner’ like you so occupied?

I’ve got a couple of questions for you—help me check them out...

Congo’s a mess lately, and I’m losing quite a bit on my end.

I suspect the English are behind it. Get your ’side chick’ Isa to help me figure out what’s really going on and drop me some useful intel so I can carve those bastards up into pieces.

Oh, and Kenya’s stirred up a bit of trouble too—that place’s also part of the English’s traditional turf. Get Isa to check on that for me while she’s at it."

Looking at Joe Ga with an almost uncanny disbelief, Aaron said, "Isa’s now Deputy Director of the Intelligence Service, and you want her to investigate her own people for you?"

Joe Ga nodded as though it was the most natural thing in the world and said, "Of course. I helped them out countless times back in the day; it’s payback time—they owe me some face.

Damn it, I invested a lot of feelings in that Cameron guy, only for him to screw up a referendum and knock himself out of power.

In the end, England’s oil business in Iraq is still hanging there, and I didn’t get a single penny out of it.

If they refuse to show me respect, do you believe I can make one call to Iraq and have England’s Energy Group utterly gutted?"

Aaron shook his head in disdain at Joe Ga’s righteous demeanor and said, "You’ve never seriously considered formally establishing your own intelligence system, have you?

PB, a so-called top-tier military contracting firm, is using intelligence handouts from the CIA, the Intelligence Service, and the French Intelligence Centre—you have no shame, do you?"

Joe Ga scoffed, saying, "I’ve always been upfront in my dealings. Besides, intelligence work costs a fortune.

Talents with high academic achievements deserve to be placed in profit-generating positions rather than wasted on petty schemes.

I have invisible privileges at the CIA that outrank their director; I just don’t care to do the investigating myself, which is why I’m asking you.

Give me a straight answer—if you can’t help, I’ll figure something out on my own."

Aaron laughed out of exasperation at Joe Ga’s shameless attitude and said, "Do you have the gall to ask me?

Kenya has issues—can’t you check for yourself?

You promised to take out Clive Robinson for me, yet that bastard’s still alive and kicking.

Kenya’s problems definitely link back to him—his boss underwent a major shake-up, and he’s got to expand his sales channels to maintain his current position.

The Ethiopian civil war’s scale has been tightly controlled; the guy’s tasted success and now wants to use Kenya, with its superior transport infrastructure, to export more arms to neighboring countries.

You’re his competitor!"

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga smacked his forehead vigorously, saying, "Shit—is Congo’s rebels’ firearm supplier this guy?"

Aaron spread his hands and said, "Buddy, I’m a big shot now—I have no time to bother with these minor issues.

You’ve been overextending yourself—the frontline is too long. It’s time to pull back and consolidate your resources; otherwise, trouble will keep following you.

Europe and America’s interest in Africa lies in its natural resources and mining—the more divided Africa is, the easier it is to control, aligning with the big shots’ agenda.