King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 378 - 364 Isn’t this a coincidence?

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Joe Ga felt chills all over his body when ’Kitten’ called him "boss".

Facing ’Kitten’s pleading look, Joe Ga said to Monica, "I’m sorry, I misunderstood you earlier."

Monica’s face showed a bitter expression as she replied, "No, you guessed right, it’s just not time yet. Find exclusive stories on novelbuddy

I had no choice, but ’Kitten’ did!

If you want to go to war with the Sinaloa Group, then go, don’t worry about me, I don’t care.

Before I become that Crown Prince’s mistress, the CIA won’t let me die."

Monica’s helplessness made ’Kitten’ very uncomfortable, she stood up, took a couple of steps, and then said to Monica, "I’m going to buy plane tickets right now, we’re going to Central Africa, the CIA can’t take you away from me."

While saying this, ’Kitten’ looked at Joe Ga and said, "Right, boss?"

Joe Ga squinted his eyes at ’Kitten’, who was willing to pick a fight with the CIA just to protect her boss, and shook his head, "Sit down, what’s the use of running from a problem?

I’m not afraid of the CIA, but do you really want Monica to hide out in P·B’s base for the rest of her life?

Sit down and let me ask clearly, the CIA is nothing special..."

After saying this, Joe Ga looked at Monica and after a few minutes of thought, he said, "I’ve dealt with people from the CIA recently, and they are quite reasonable.

Tell me the name of the guy who developed you into a spy, and I’ll give him a call to see if he’ll give me some face."

Monica looked at Joe Ga as if he were a miracle worker, and in disbelief said, "That’s the CIA, someone who can make big shots from the Sinaloa Group do their bidding..."

Joe Ga scoffed and shook his head, "You’ve watched too many movies, how could the real power players have contact with the Sinaloa Group’s people? The guy doing that job is at most just a lackey.

Spit it out, what’s his name? I’ll go have a talk with him."

Having witnessed P·B people’s fiery temper, Monica said worriedly, "How do you plan to talk to him?"

Joe Ga looked at Monica with a touch of sympathy. The carefreeness she had previously shown was just indulgence after powerlessness, and now, seeing a glimmer of hope, she seemed a bit flustered.

In the face of ’Kitten’s pleading look, Joe Ga smacked his lips and said, "How I talk is my business, you just need to trust me.

Can your current situation get any worse?

At least we won’t harm you, right?"

Monica clenched her hands tightly, then said softly, "Frester..."

Joe Ga thought he had misheard and incredulously asked, "Who?"

Monica looked cautiously at the ’shocked’ Joe Ga and said, "Frester, he’s a CIA operative. He turned me into a spy and then arranged for people to train me for six months.

He wants me to get close to a Crown Prince in Shah..."

After hearing this, Joe Ga rubbed his nose bridge and shook his head, "Have you ever heard of a person named Harlotte?"

Monica was briefly stunned and replied, "I’ve met Harlotte once, he’s a major businessman.

Frester said that in a week, Harlotte would arrange for me to ’coincidentally meet’ the Crown Prince."

As Monica said this, looking at the pensive Joe Ga, she added with a touch of disappointment, "Frester is very powerful, if it’s too difficult for you..."

"What?"

Joe Ga paused and looked at Monica, then with a self-deprecating smile, he pulled out his phone, showed a photo of Frester to Monica, and said, "Is this the Frester you’re talking about?"

Monica, seeing the battered Frester in the photo, covered her mouth in surprise and said in disbelief, "That’s him, what happened to him? Who did this to him?"

Joe Ga, with a smile in his eyes, pointed at his nose and said, "Me. I shot through his shoulder and his right knee."

Saying this, Joe Ga looked at Monica’s mouth agape in astonishment, spread his hands, and said, "Beauty, this is what I do!"

Monica, with her hand still over her mouth, exclaimed excitedly, "How is that possible, Frester is a big shot at the CIA..."

Joe Ga could probably understand that in a different time and place, backed by the CIA and wielding power, Frester might seem like a big shot to some...

But thinking about the unlucky guy he had bested and his willingness to sell out for a few hundred bucks in the end, Joe Ga scoffed, "If Frester counts as a big shot, then I’m God."

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at the still incredulous Monica and said with a smile, "Beauty, you need to wash your eyes. That Harlotte, he’s somewhat of a big shot, but Frester really is nothing.

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He’s currently locked up in the FBI’s interrogation room, and if you’re not reassured, you could have ’Kitten’ take my business card and lead you to the FBI’s Los Angeles division with you.

Then you’ll see that the person you’re so scared of is actually just a bit player.

Your identity and background mean that anybody wearing the badge of a legal violent institution can manipulate you because you’re inherently beneath them.

But I can tell you responsibly that you are not any kind of spy, at least not a CIA spy.

That Frester and Harlotte are in cahoots, and I don’t know if they’re sending you to get close to that Crown Prince to please him or actually use you to get something from him.

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But one thing I can be sure of is that you’re not a spy for the CIA, nor do you work for them, and the protection you’re fantasizing about doesn’t exist.

Otherwise, why would the Sinaloa Group send someone to protect you with the resources the CIA has?

Oh, I forgot, I killed all of Frester’s men.

That Harlotte had dealings with the Sinaloa Group; it must have been him who arranged for the Sinaloa Group’s people to protect you.

In order to distance himself from you, he didn’t even want to pay for two security guards and insisted on packaging you as a drug cartel woman. What on earth does he want to do?"

Monica was startled for a moment, then suddenly her astonished expression receded, she slightly straightened her back, and her chin lifted a tad — a queenly aura emerged spontaneously.

Seeing the surprised look on Joe Ga’s face, Monica raised her hands to tidy her hair, then used a hair tie from her wrist to tie her long hair into a neat ponytail, and said, "Maybe it’s because the Crown Prince has grown tired of those women who obey him and has become more interested in a woman like this."

Joe Ga wasn’t surprised; to those immoderately wealthy dudes from Shah, having some unique taste was quite normal.

He watched Monica, whose demeanor had drastically changed, and said admiringly, "It’s such a waste you’re not an actress..."

Monica shrugged her shoulders lightly and lazily slouched in the chair, propping her cheek with one hand and looking at Joe Ga, saying, "My mentor was indeed an actress.

She taught me a lot, and it’s with those very things that I became the wife of Ochoa, the number two in the Gulf Group."

Watching Monica lay languidly on the lounger like a lazy cat, supporting her head with her left hand, her eyes hazily gazing at Joe Ga, her right hand unintentionally sliding over her waist and hips...

’Kitten’ saw the boss unconsciously touch his nose and she suddenly pinched Monica’s butt hard, followed by a moan that was tough for even a woman to withstand...

Watching a much more relaxed Monica chuckling and playfully tussling with ’Kitten’, unbothered by the sudden reveal of her allure...

At that moment, Joe Ga truly perceived the power of this enchantress but he also realized that Monica was displaying her abilities to him.

This woman belonged to that breed who conquer the world by conquering men; she would grasp any opportunity she saw.

In the past, she couldn’t afford to choose because offending the drug cartel and being pinched by the CIA left her helpless.

Now seeing a glimmer of freedom, she spared no effort in showcasing her beauty-derived capabilities to Joe Ga, hoping to win favor and find a new substantial backing to continue the ideal life she envisions.

In all honesty, Joe Ga felt a long-missed sense of vanity at this moment.

Even though he was aware that Monica was trying to get something from him, he seemed not to care.

That’s the amazing thing about women who can provide emotional value to men.

Just as women like wealthy and generous men, not because the man has money per se, but because he can satisfy a woman’s vanity with his wealth.

And men can derive sufficient emotional value from women — youth, beauty, compliance, status display — and so on...

And the reason why playboys are often successful is that they can use various methods and small gifts to bring immense emotional satisfaction to women.

At the end of the day, the good or bad of relationships between men and women boils down to emotions.

Simply talking about money is too superficial; there are plenty of humble yet happy marriages out there, where they may lack wealth, but both can provide emotional support to one another.

But vanity is a higher level of indulgence.

Nobody can refuse the joy brought by satisfied vanity, and it’s the same for both men and women!

Even if Monica remains silent, she’s like a vase that can offer enough vanity to men.

Any man who can resist her once she makes a move must have a peculiar sense of aesthetics.

Joe Ga admits he felt pretty good at this moment, but he knew Monica wasn’t looking to get into his bed but was ’auditioning’.

She was showing him what she could do.

She needed to find a new pillar to lean on after getting away from the CIA, or else the people from the Gulf Group would tear her to pieces.

Unfortunately, Monica’s tricks were useless with P·B.

Because Joe Ga didn’t play that game; he relied on power and integrity to handle things.

Having a mistress by his side would not only damage his Tough Guy image but also, if it displeased Nis, it would be unnecessary.

Noticing that though Joe Ga’s eyes were on her, they seemed to gradually lose focus, Monica stopped horsing around with ’Kitten’ in surprise and unconsciously sat upright, gingerly asking, "Sir, you’re not feeling uneasy, are you?"

Joe Ga was startled for a moment, then he waved it off with a laugh, "Frester is finished, but I’m a bit interested in that Harlotte; the guy has done some wild stuff.

He has always been tight with Shah, and now he wants to plant a spy by the side of the Crown Prince, which is quite interesting...

Even if he doesn’t come for you, I plan to take you to their gathering to have a chat with him; it’s a better setting to discuss your issues."

Upon hearing this, Monica curiously asked, "How are you planning to..."

Joe Ga took out his phone and waved it, saying, "I happen to know a prince in Dubai. He might not carry much weight with the Prince of Abu Dhabi, but if he introduces me, I guess the Crown Prince would still show some respect.

P·B is a military contracting company, after all; Shah always needs Tough Guys to fight their battles because they really are too weak."