King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 583 - 561 Not Taking Enough Advantage

Eric was momentarily confused by Joe Ga's tone, then curiously said, "A guy named Hasan, who was wearing a P·B badge and had the P·B lion flag hung in the manor.

He said that you used the manor's supplies to recruit militias from their village to guard the manor for you.

There was also an old man who testified for him, I've seen that old guy; he's the same one who was extorting us on the road when we left."

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Speaking of which, Eric said with disbelief, "Boss, no one would pretend to be P·B and confront the United States Marine Corps, right? Did you forget?"

Joe Ga prided himself on having a good memory, but Eric's words made him uncertain...

Indeed, impersonating P·B to commit crimes was understandable, but to pretend to be P·B and confront the quick reaction forces of the Americans was asking for death, wasn't it?

Joe Ga still had some recollection of that day's events; he had asked that old man to pass on a message, asking for help to destroy the small pier, and as compensation, the food and supplies from the manor would be given to them.

As for having them guard the manor, Joe Ga vaguely felt that the old man seemed to have mentioned it, but Joe Ga was also uncertain...

But nowadays, who would work for nothing without even a contract?

For the things he was uncertain about, Joe Ga found it inappropriate to jump to conclusions, because one mistake could lead to those people being killed.

After pondering, Joe Ga finally said, "Then tell those people that their mission there is over and they should transfer the manor back in good order."

Eric replied with frustration, "Boss, why do you think I got on a plane to that damn place in Liberia again?

I've told them, but they insist on a direct order from you.

Boss, Frester, a few chemical experts and I will land at Benghazi Airport in four hours. Could you arrange some people to come and pick us up?

I know you're busy, so I'll go there myself. At most, you could video call them. Those chemical materials are extremely important. These kinds of things are rare, and we need to identify the kind of chemical bombs that were transported away."

As he spoke, Eric, woeful and exasperated, said, "Boss, this is really a big deal; you have to help me out, or I'll be resigning with a tarnished record."

Joe Ga frowned, annoyed, and said, "What's it got to do with you? Didn't you intercept a batch of chemical materials? You should be credited for that!"

Eric replied with a bitter smile, "Boss, I'm the head of CIA operations in Africa. Having clues about chemical materials and not paying attention... if the bombs explode, then I..."

Joe Ga was amused by Eric's misfortune. Normally, intercepting chemical materials would be commendable, but now it had turned into this.

When it came to the consequences, Eric was already prepared to resign. Even if a bomb exploded, could he be fired twice?

But the fear was if a bomb exploded in America, causing severe repercussions, all related personnel would be dragged out to be 'flogged'. This was the case in any country in the world.

When the public's anger needed to be appeased, a few scapegoats would have to stand up and take the blame.

Eric, poised to resign, was just the perfect 'big head' for that role.

Eric's career plan was to become a 'lobbyist' or 'public relations manager'. With such a stain on his record, his future career prospects were uncertain, and his value to P·B would also be greatly diminished.

After thinking it over, Joe Ga said, "I'll send 'Spur' and 'Orange Cat' with a team to pick you up; they've been to the manor.

Try to clear your name. Who could have anticipated such a situation in that tense moment?

The source of those chemical materials is 'Jhalu's' terrorists. Let the U.S. military deal with them."

After hearing this, Eric replied with utmost resignation, "I've already said so. SEAL Team Six has entered Jalu, attempting to lock down the terrorists' leaders.

Boss, this is something CIA should be guiding, but you know those youngsters have no experience in this.

If anything goes wrong, all the details from my tenure in Africa will be dug up, and my private use of CIA resources to investigate my predecessor will be exposed."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga immediately said, "Your predecessor was Harlotte's man, right?

The chemical materials being in the hands of terrorists is not a new problem. Do you think your predecessor might have known about it?"

"What do you mean?"

Eric was startled for a moment, then he caught on. His boss was encouraging him to pin the blame on his predecessor. As a seasoned politician himself, after only a few seconds of thought, he said, "After I took office, I had suspicions about my predecessor due to issues with transferring documents, so I decided to investigate in secret.

Following the investigation, I discovered my predecessor had links with terrorists, and then by tracking them, I found the chemical materials and managed to intercept them...

Boss, that's what you mean, right?"

Joe Ga liked smart people like Eric, who did not hesitate at all to set up Harlotte and his branch...

"As long as you get your corroborating statements straight with your two field agents, you won't be the primary responsible party.

I think there's no problem proceeding this way!"

As he spoke, Joe Ga suddenly remembered something and curiously said, "Three dirty bombs, two chemical bombs, which means America is also involved now, right?"

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Eric said helplessly, "Now all of America's intelligence agencies have mobilized to intercept those threatening weapons.

According to current intelligence, three dirty bombs belong to ISIS, and two chemical bombs to al-Qaeda.

But no one dares to bet on the destination of those bombs, for reasons you know..."

Joe Ga laughed heartily and said, "I knew America was the most hated, so the moment they saw this situation, I bet they were more nervous than England and France.

The only good thing is that we have confirmed all the bombs were shipped by sea, which means America, being far away, still has plenty of time to respond."

With a grin on his face, Joe Ga continued, "However, you need clues, and I think it won't be easy to dig anything out from Madeline Parker...

But without Madeline, there are still other terrorists. Do you think America, England, and France would be willing to send more special forces over here?

I'm a bit short on manpower here; if they're willing to send people, I could cooperate with them to capture as many terrorists as possible in Tubruq alive.

These guys aren't professional agents; as long as we send them to Guantanamo, we'll always be able to get something out of them, right?"

After Eric heard this, he thought for a few minutes and said, "Boss, I should be able to convince the Pentagon to send that rapid response team and two SEALs teams to Tubruq.

But there's a problem now..."

"What's the problem?"

Eric said somewhat sheepishly, "The rapid response team entered under the pretense of chemical weapons disposal, and the National Army's Haftar is very resistant to American troops suddenly entering Libya.

Our Ambassador Steven is urgently negotiating, trying to get Haftar to agree to American military action within Libyan territory and to strike at terrorist dens in Jalu.

However, it doesn't seem to be very effective so far, and Steven recommends that the Pentagon ask for your opinion, I guess someone will soon call your cell phone."

Joe Ga was stunned at first, then felt like he was about to laugh his teeth off.

America internally wanted to pivot away from North Africa to focus on the Middle East, and for that, they almost had Ambassador Steven killed.

England and France have invested heavily in Libya and have never stopped supporting the National Army, so they can freely conduct military operations.

Now America's influence in Libya is small; to make Haftar cooperate, they'd have to pay a political price.

Obviously, they don't want to pay that price, as discussing this in Congress would mean trouble for someone...

When Eric said Pentagon officials would look for him, it was a reminder to set an exorbitant price.

'Jhalu' was where the chemical materials first appeared, and it was a place that had to be taken.

But without Haftar's approval, America couldn't get operational permission.

If America's rapid response team took action, it would amount to an invasion.

England and France, hounded by dirty bombs, certainly had no time to strike 'Jhalu'.

The best solution now was to 'open a contract' with P·B, letting boss Qiao negotiate with Haftar and make Haftar willingly offer P·B a military contract to invite P·B to attack 'Jhalu'.

After Joe Ga figured it out, he saw another call coming in, laughed, and told Eric to first sort out the manor issue, then answered the call...

What Joe Ga never expected was that the call was from Jemma's father, William Alexander.

This medical major general, who held little weight in the Pentagon, was surprisingly pulled in at this moment...

"Hu Lang, this is William, I need your help."

Giving the Alexander family face was a must, the more he did so, the more P·B could demonstrate its sincerity to friends.

Joe Ga said with a laugh, "No problem, whatever it is, as long as I can do it, I definitely won't refuse."

With a chuckle, Joe Ga added, "Jemma is currently in Libya commanding the International Red Cross people, are you planning to come over too?"

Alexander gave a bitter laugh and said, "Hu Lang, this isn't a joke. As a Navy medical major general, my responsibilities include counter-chemical warfare.

You should already know about the situation; let's not beat around the bush, I need you to help me get Haftar's agreement to our military action.

Hu Lang, the situation is very tense right now, we don't have time to satisfy Haftar's political demands, because that would conflict with our NATO allies."

Joe Ga, hearing this, said with a laugh, "Sir, you should know that without enough benefits, I also can't persuade Haftar.

If you're really in a hurry, I can offer a solution.

It would not only ensure you can conduct your military operations smoothly, but I can also coordinate drones to provide you with support."

Sitting at the end of the conference room in the Pentagon, William Alexander glanced at the array of high-ranking officials, then cleared his throat and said, "Hu Lang, go ahead, I'm listening... "

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