King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 605 579 Consecutive Surprises

People with different worldviews really have a hard time talking...

Joe Ga had eaten all the way through to the main course before Isa realized what Mr. Qiao intended to do.

"Who did you persuade?"

Joe Ga took a bite of the tender goose liver, then looked at Isa and said, "I persuaded your Prime Minister, sir. As long as I can solve the chemical bomb issue, he'll help me deal with those bastards who tried to screw me over."

With that, Joe Ga glanced at Isa, whose expression had soured, and said, "You're one of those bastards, but just a small fry, so I've decided not to target you.

You can refuse me, but I will tell the French and Germans your feedback, and then, if there's an accident, it's your problem to take the fall."

Isa was stunned for a moment, then looked at Joe Ga with incredulity and said, "So you're willing to hand over Madeline, just to meet Amal and resolve the chemical weapons crisis?"

"What else?"

Joe Ga looked at Isa and shook his head disdainfully, saying, "What do you think I could get from those terrorists?"

Isa shook her head regretfully and said, "I might not be able to agree to your terms... "

Joe Ga indifferently pushed the goose liver into the trash can, casually placed the plate on the next table, then glared at a man trying to argue with him, drew his pistol, slapped it on the table, and looked at Isa, saying, "I thought you'd be on my side in this...

Unfortunately, it turns out that a bitch is always a bitch...

Your people have found where Madeline is, haven't they?"

Isa didn't take offense to the insult, and said helplessly, "Hu Lang, what do you think I should do?"

Joe Ga nodded thoughtfully and said, "Is it that Scarlett didn't go to Germany but came to Switzerland instead?"

Isa did not respond directly, but took a slight sip of champagne and then said, "Hu Lang, we need help, we can work together...

Just hand over Madeline to us, and we'll take care of the rest ourselves."

Joe Ga shook his head slightly and scoffed, "Just you?

Miliband, Scarlett, and the Iron Lady orchestrated the delivery of the Detonators, handing over the key components of nuclear weapons to Gaddafi, creating a significant threat to the world.

You want me to cooperate with you?

You want me to protect those shameless politicians?

Madeline is a madwoman, but she wasn't always, you should know why she seeks revenge.

Do you think you're in control of Madeline, that you can get what you want?"

With that, Joe Ga flipped all the food on his table onto the floor. Amid the 'crash' and 'bang', Joe Ga waved to the MI6 agent and said, "Buddy, get me the most expensive meal on the menu.

And if your MI6 boss is here, have him come down and meet me.

I want to see for myself what kind of self-serving bastard gets to such a high place."

Isa hurriedly signaled and said, "Mr. Scarlett is not here... "

Joe Ga looked at Isa, who was plainly lying, waved his hand and smiled, saying, "You're too fake. I don't know why exactly, but I feel like since I've sat down, not a single word you've said has been true.

If you're not in charge, then get your superior here... "

Saying this, Joe Ga fired a shot at the ceiling and then, addressing the screaming patrons, shouted, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I regret to inform you that MI6 needs to commandeer this restaurant. We'll take care of your bills; please leave the premises now.

You can call the police, make complaints afterward..."

Joe Ga thought that after firing a shot, people in the restaurant would scramble to flee, but to his surprise, there were actually people who recognized him...

"You're Hu Lang, P·B's Hu Lang, you're supposed to be in Liberia..."

As a well-dressed lady covered her mouth staring at him, revealing his identity, Joe Ga touched his own cheek and said with amusement, "Am I really that famous?

Well, okay then, to maintain P·B's reputation, I will take care of your bill."

Seeing that Joe Ga generously admitted his identity, the woman let out a stifled scream, then after whispering to a few women beside her, she turned to Joe Ga and said, "Hu Lang, how's Devil Bird doing, can you let her talk to us?

Our sisterhood has organized a small fund to send some supplies to Liberia.

Devil Bird is our idol; can we chat with her?"

As the woman gave Joe Ga an odd look, perhaps realizing that her behavior was a bit inappropriate, she took out her phone, turned on the camera mode, looked at Joe Ga and said, "Hu Lang, are you in trouble? If it's British spies causing trouble for you, we can vouch for you."

The woman then pulled over a man with a bitterly disgusted expression, and said, "My husband, Walter Hansen is a member of the 'Department of Justice and Police' here. If you encounter any issues in Switzerland, my husband can ensure you are treated fairly."

Joe Ga hadn't anticipated the situation would turn so bizarre, overwhelmed by the enthusiastic displays from the women.

Looking at the nauseated expression on Walter Hansen's face, Joe Ga apologized and said, "Sir, this is an issue between me and MI6. I am not at liberty to disclose details. I suggest you take your wife and leave.

In some time, after this matter is settled, I will pay a visit to formally apologize."

Joe Ga smiled at the enthusiastic lady and said, "Although it hurts a little that you only like Devil Bird, she is my girlfriend, and I'm happy you're willing to generously contribute to her cause."

Having said that, Joe Ga magically produced several badges from his pocket and handed them to a few overly excited women, then said, "These are P·B humanitarian badges, they will prove your contribution.

From now on, whenever you go to a place where P·B is located, you will be treated as our honored guests."

After speaking, Joe Ga embraced Walter Hansen, then whispered a few words in his ear...

The 'Department of Justice and Police' commissioner widened his eyes in surprise at Joe Ga...

"You're not joking?"

Joe Ga nodded gravely and said, "Absolutely not. Just check Ramstein Base's phone number for yourself, then call and ask to know."

"I am doing the right thing; it just happens to be within your jurisdiction. You need to be a little mentally prepared."

Walter Hansen never imagined a simple outing with his wife would invite such trouble; he smiled wryly and shook his head, saying, "I'll verify it, but please don't cause any chaos before I get a definite answer."

Then Walter Hansen leaned in close to Joe Ga and whispered, "There are a few Englishmen upstairs. I know one of them, Rafael Scarlett, the head of British intelligence. I met him at a security conference."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga laughed and said, "I have a NATO immunity declaration in my possession. If I kill Scarlett here, you won't hold me accountable, right?"

Walter Hansen paused, then wiped the sweat from his forehead and said helplessly, "That would depend on the English response..."

Joe Ga appreciated Walter Hansen's pragmatic attitude. He had intended to use his leverage, but with Hansen being so cooperative, Joe Ga felt a little bad about putting him on the spot.

"Give me your phone number, then have people surround the area. Someone will give you a satisfactory response."

The process of clearing the restaurant wasn't going particularly smoothly; Joe Ga was, by now, somewhat of a public figure, and to be honest, he had a rather good reputation.

When his identity was revealed, the people in the restaurant weren't so scared anymore.

It turns out British intelligence wasn't as frightening as everyone thought, at least the local Swiss didn't seem to fear them.

The restaurant Isa chose was very upscale. As the guests were leaving, several who claimed to be bank executives even presented their business cards, offering to provide financial services to Boss Qiao whenever he wanted, and if Boss Qiao needed legal assistance, the bank's legal team would be happy to help, and so on...

Joe Ga wanted to create an atmosphere of deadly seriousness, but under these circumstances, it seemed to backfire a bit.

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Once all the customers in the restaurant had left, Joe Ga looked at Isa, who was sitting silently in her seat, and said with disappointment, "You're stalling for time to see if your people can snatch Madeline away...

Isa, is this your idea, or was it Mr. Scarlett's?"

"If you're the one calling the shots, you've just ruined your life."

When Isa heard this, she managed a slight smile and said helplessly, "Sir, some things are not for us to decide. We need to exchange Madeline for the Detonator and the chemical bombs..."

As Isa looked at Joe Ga's pistol, she said bitterly, "It's too late..."

Joe Ga glanced at the gun in his hand, tucked the pistol back into its holster, suddenly sat down, and said to Isa, "No matter, the outcome will be revealed soon.

But before that happens, I'm very interested in your so-called 'us.'

Who is 'us'? Besides you, who else is there?

You should know the consequences of attacking P·B. Allowing Scarlett to do something stupid means you want him dead, right?

Tell me about this 'us.'

You can't use P·B at will without a price to pay.

You, a small fry, can't provide what I need. Who are the others?"

Isa looked at Joe Ga as if he were a ghost and said, "What do you want?"

Joe Ga shook his head, looking at Isa and said, "That depends on what you have in your hands.

I hate people who think they're smart!

I proposed the best solution, yet you meddle with it for your own benefit.

What was supposed to be mutually beneficial is now unfinished business until you pay a sufficient price."

...

In the mountainous outskirts of Zurich, a 12-person SAS team emerged from the woods, taking advantage of the night to surround the small wooden lodge rented by Joe Ga and his group.

As the squad approached the lodge, with several members readying Flashbang Grenades for an assault, lights suddenly lit up under the lodge's porch and then in the flowerbeds at the entrance...

An imposing SAS member, looking at the Broad Sword Mines placed under the porch and in the flowerbeds, realized he and his comrades had walked right into a killing zone...

"Oh shit!"

Just as the team leader was about to call the teammates at the back door to retreat, a speaker hanging at the entrance blared a flippant voice...

"Guys, you've been captured. Our boss fancies this wooden lodge, so you'd better not move..."