King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 808 - 733 Greetings from the FBI

808: Chapter 733 Greetings from the FBI

808 -733 Greetings from the FBI

The private jet landed at the airport in New York…

Joe Ga and his group smoothly passed through customs via the VIP channel, but upon reaching the airport exit, they encountered an old acquaintance.

FBI Agent Lesler, who seemed to have been promoted, stood up with a few tall agents from a resting area as soon as he saw Joe Ga and his group coming out…

A young FBI agent wearing oversized suits and sunglasses stepped into the middle of the passageway and blocked Joe Ga’s path.

When ‘Spur’ and ‘Orange Cat’ stepped forward trying to push aside this obstructing guy, the agent flashed his pistol from under his suit and then presented an identification badge in his hand…

“Mr.

George Pas…”

At this moment, Joe Ga could only be calmed, but that did not mean he was in the mood to squabble with the FBI.

Glancing at the now impressively pompous blond-haired Lesler, he shook his head, raised his middle finger at him, and then said to the agent blocking the way, “Step aside, I have important matters to attend to…”

Upon hearing Joe Ga’s tone, ‘Spur’ and ‘Orange Cat’ knew that the boss was somewhat angry; they simultaneously blocked the agent with their bodies, forcing him to step back involuntarily.

Just as the agent was off-balance and trying to reach for his gun, ‘Spur’ opened his own suit to reveal his pistol, shook his head and said, “You need to identify yourself, explain your purpose, and see if our boss is even willing to acknowledge you.

You haven’t done any of it, pulling out your gun is deliberately escalating the situation, and you’re going to be unlucky.”

‘Spur’ was all too familiar with the FBI’s operational tactics, the agent hesitated for a moment, and just as he was about to take a tough stance, his boss Lesler came over helplessly and said, “‘Spur’, we need your boss’s assistance with an investigation…”

‘Spur’ decisively shook his head and said, “You’re going about this the wrong way…

My boss hasn’t been to America for the past half a year, he has no obligation to cooperate with you.

If you have any issues, you might as well queue up to see our boss’s lawyer first.

He definitely wouldn’t mind filing a complaint against you with the Department of Justice…”

Saying this, ‘Spur’ stood straight, staring into Lesler’s eyes, and said word by word, “Now, move aside…”

The authority in ‘Spur’ stunned the group of FBI agents momentarily…

Joe Ga wasn’t in the mood to argue with Lesler; if there was a real issue, his boss Director Cooper should have been the one to find him.

Having a minor character obstructing the airport, sending a veiled warning, such tactics were like those of a small bully making threats at the gate of a school, not daring to make a move but only daring to say, “Be careful!”

Waving his hand signifying everyone to not be startled, Joe Ga prompted Ayu to lead the way, stepping forward intending to bypass the blocking agent.

It wasn’t clear if the young agent was too timid or Ayu’s presence too intimidating, but as Ayu’s massive figure passed by, the agent instinctively tried to draw his weapon…

‘Orange Cat’, quick to react, pulled his gun aiming at the agent while also blocking the line of fire from the FBI, simultaneously blocking the incensed Ayu to prevent a tragedy from happening here.

Then, the agent known for his hot temper surprisingly managed to patiently say, “Put down the gun, step aside!”

Seeing the situation worsen, Lesler nervously gestured to his colleagues not to take action, then shouted at the young agent, “Mike, put down your gun…”

Then looking at Joe Ga, Lesler said, “Sir, I am here waiting for you with good intentions, I hope you will cooperate with us…”

At this point, Joe Ga didn’t even feel like wasting words with Lesler, waving his hand he said, “My people have been attacked, if you really mean well you should be investigating the case.”

Speaking, Joe Ga glanced at the agent pinned by ‘Orange Cat,’ looking infuriated, he shook his head towards Lesler and said, “You guys are just small fries, if you really want to find me, send your Director Cooper.

What status do you have, and what status do I have?”

From the first encounter in New York, meeting with Joe Ga had been very unpleasant for Lesler, thereafter he had been consistently overshadowed by Joe Ga.

He was indeed ordered to come, advise, and monitor this ‘dangerous individual’ Joe Ga.

And he somewhat relished the trouble P.B caused.

Lesler just didn’t expect Joe Ga to be so defiant…

The attack on Eric Bent was clear to anyone who wasn’t blind.

He thought that Joe Ga, caught in the whirl of political strife, would tone it down a bit, but the situation was completely contrary to his thoughts…

Watching Joe Ga leave the airport under the astonished gaze of travelers, the young agent, visibly angered, confronted Lesler, saying, “Chief, that guy’s bodyguards are carrying weapons, according to federal security law…”

Lesler looked at this newbie in frustration; he didn’t know how he ended up picking this guy from Quantico…

Getting a promotion and a raise was supposed to be a pleasant thing; this Mike was competent, but it seemed he still had a long way to go…

Looking at this agent who reminded him of his younger self, Lesler said helplessly, “Mike, have you thought about the fact that this guy flies on a private jet worth millions, and he owns a security company.

You could arrest his bodyguards, but within 24 hours a lawyer will show up with all the necessary paperwork and a lawsuit against us.”

Hearing this, Mike’s expression turned ugly and he said, “Sir, we are federal agents, we…”

Lesler initially wanted to assert his authority, but Joe Ga’s non-response already frustrated him; now Mike’s stubbornness made him realize a sober understanding of his past self…

His past self indeed wasn’t popular, getting promoted and raised in salary was indeed thanks to Joe Ga, who allowed him to join the operation against the Glorious Society, and his progress in several operations earned him his current senior agent position.

Also, after reaching this position, Agent Lesler understood that having a political mind is a lot more important than being able to fight and charge in the federal law enforcement system.

Facing the naive Mike, the fire in Lesler’s mind suddenly extinguished.

He patted the young agent on the shoulder and said, “Buddy, there are some things you’ll understand later…”

While Lesler was speaking, his phone suddenly rang…

Seeing Director Cooper’s name on the screen, Lesler reluctantly answered and said, “Sir…”

“Lesler, I asked you to deal well with Hu Lang, to follow him.

Where are you now?

Why am I getting complaint calls from the Justice Department?

Are you fucking crazy, pointing a gun at Hu Lang at the airport?

Why the hell would you provoke him?”

Director Cooper’s voice was loud, and Mike standing opposite could hear it…

Looking at Mike’s astonished expression, Lesler said with a bitter smile, “Sir, Hu Lang is very angry now, but I don’t think it’s aimed at us.

You know his temper.

If he weren’t willing, he wouldn’t cooperate with us at all, let alone ‘protection’.

That guy is a ticking bomb, and now someone has lit the fuse.”

Director Cooper listened on the phone and said in a deep voice, “That’s why I need someone by his side.

Even if he explodes, you’re the first one to rush up, to prevent more people from being blown to bits.

The New York Police Department has been somewhat passive about the Eric Bent case.

What do you think a person like Hu Lang will do?

America is currently going through an election, do you realize the kind of pressure we’ll face if someone starts a war in New York?

Lesler, I know you don’t like Hu Lang, but you have to follow him.

If you can’t handle it, I’ll replace you!”

Lesler remembered the look and tone of Boss Qiao just now and said helplessly, “Sir, I’d prefer to go to the anti-terrorism task in New Jersey.

Can we let Victoria deal with Hu Lang?

That guy has a bit more patience for beauties…

Or maybe we can temporarily assign someone from the DEA; that DEA Agent Estelle knows him well.

Sir, we both know what kind of person Hu Lang is.

Following him, we might end up in big trouble…”

Director Cooper, hearing this over the phone, was rendered speechless for a moment, then burst out swearing…

“Are you fucking stupid?

Or do you think now that you have an office in New York, you know how to do things?

Hu Lang is just brutal in his methods.

When have you ever seen him act recklessly without something to rely on?

You want to deal with New Jersey matters, right?

Then you go find Hu Lang; he’s now the designated security provider for Donald’s Team.

You fucking need permission from P·B to even talk to someone from Donald’s Team now.”

Lesler was also stunned by his own stupidity…

“Sir, why would Donald Depp go to P·B?”

“Because the Washington Special Service fucking doesn’t have enough manpower, because that Donald trusts P·B more…

The Republican Senator Tom Reid openly criticized the FBI as useless; he thinks P·B is more professional at dealing with terrorists…

Are these reasons enough?

If they’re not enough, then let me tell you, Hu Lang is the closest collaborator of Deputy Attorney General Alicia Alexander, because Jemma Alexander is currently in Tubruq, working on Hu Lang’s behalf.

P·B is the highest-ranked counter-terrorism cooperation contractor listed by the America Special Operations Center, and now many people in the Pentagon are speaking for P·B…

Is that enough?

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Lesler was bewildered by his boss’s barrage of questions.

Listening to Director Cooper finish with swear words, Lesler sighed, hanging up the phone, then glanced at Mike and cursed, “Did you fucking hear that?

With one phone call, our boss got a dressing down, and you still want to cuff that Hu Lang?”

Saying this, Lesler looked at Mike’s unconvinced expression, feeling like he was looking at his younger self…

After a depressing shake of his head, Lesler pulled out his phone to call his former partner Victoria while waving his hand and saying, “Contact the command center, pull the traffic footage, I need to know where Hu Lang went.”

As Lesler heard the voice on the line, he coughed lightly and said, “Hey, Victoria, could you do me a favor?

I’m not good at dealing with Hu Lang, help me out, and I’ll request to pull you into my team.

I have the Glorious Society case, and also the New Jersey case…”