King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 813 - 738: The Boss is Very Busy

Joe Ga dismissed Danny Logan, but left Lesler hanging there.

It’s not that Boss Joe really detests Lesler and deliberately wants to humiliate him, it’s that Boss Joe has his own stance.

The FBI’s current stance is still unclear, and if there’s to be a talk, it should be someone at the level of Deputy Director Cooper with actual authority who does it.

Boss Joe can accept some zealous cop goofing around with him, but he can’t tolerate a small civil servant wasting his time.

Leaving Lesler hanging there is like having a dialogue with Cooper across the void…

Either you make your stance clear, or you don’t get in my way!

Cooper didn’t come himself because he was afraid of this, so he had Lesler stick to Joe Ga like glue, to prevent the situation from escalating to an uncontrollable extent.

Joe Ga walked into the lounge, lay on the couch, and boldly rested his head on Monica’s thigh, allowing her to give him a head massage.

He was waiting, waiting for Eric to wake up, waiting for Thompson to sum up the killer’s intel, waiting for someone from Homeland Security or the Anti-Terrorism Center to show up.

Boss Joe’s brain was running at high speed, that feeling of CPU overload was thrilling, but his brain was very tired.

Monica, wearing a white silk shirt, didn’t know how many times she tried to brush her chest against Boss Joe’s cheek, only to find that her boss was actually completely unresponsive.

His eyes were clearly open, but it seemed the ceiling was more interesting to look at than her face.

This discovery made Monica feel both admiration and a bit frustrated.

Finally, Monica, having no other options, dutifully continued to massage her boss’s head while stuffing the peeled fruit into his mouth.

Watching Boss Joe chew continuously like a meat grinder, Monica quickly found a bit of fun.

Because she discovered that right now, Boss Joe was unconscious; you could give him a banana peel and he’d chew it up and swallow it.

Monica bit her own finger gently between her lips and then tentatively placed her finger on Joe Ga’s lips...

Feeling her boss subconsciously chasing after her finger, Monica, driven by surging hormones, bent down and bit down hard on Boss Joe’s mouth...

Joe Ga blinked his eyes, came back to his senses from his thoughts, and then decisively recalled the reason behind the saying "From this day forward, the king no longer holds early court"...

Having such a juicer around, how the hell can you stay focused on matters at hand?

Outside, Danny Logan, who had just patched up the cut by his eye, came back as soon as possible, wanting to ramble on to Boss Joe, but just as he was about to knock on the door, a large hand stopped him.

Danny, looking at Ayu’s stern expression, chuckled and said, "I just wanted to say thanks to Hu Lang..."

Dorian, seeing Danny’s slightly bent knees and the direction his toes were pointing, knew this guy was ready to turn tail and run at any moment...

"Buddy, if I were you, I wouldn’t disturb our boss at this time.

He promised you, so just wait..."

Danny had had conflicts with Dorian over Serial before, but compared to Ayu, he still found Dorian to be a bit more approachable.

He thought about it and handed Dorian the slightly wrinkled toxicology report from his pocket, saying, "This is the toxicology report from the police, which shows that Mr. Eric Bent has not encountered..."

Dorian waved his hand and said, "It’s no use telling me this. It’s not the report that matters, but how our boss views the matter.

Buddy, our boss always says he’s a leader of soldiers, and we like it when he calls himself that.

The way soldiers solve problems is a bit different from how you police do it.

Either you learn to accept that or you go head-to-head with us!"

Saying that, Dorian clapped a hand on Danny’s arm with a mischievous expression and said with a smile, "Don’t worry, we’re absolutely fair with all our enemies!"

Danny, staring at the arrogant Dorian, decisively flipped the bird and said, "That’s what I fucking worry about, you bunch of..."

In the midst of speaking, as if sensing something, Danny turned to Ayu with a pleasing smile and said, "You guys, the warriors, sometimes take rather excessive measures, and this isn’t friendly to those innocent civilians.

We should be able to come up with a win-win solution..."

Ayu, amused by Danny’s comical appearance, grinned widely and said, "The best solution is for all our enemies to die, it’s just a shame you police can’t make that happen.

Our boss is on vacation and got dragged here; you should despise those troublemakers and your corrupt superiors.

You should pray they don’t get involved, otherwise..."

Danny, covering his ears unwilling to hear things that would make his blood pressure rise, lamented, "Let’s change the subject. Are you guys in the mood for pizza..."

While Danny was pestering at the lounge door, Lesler suddenly received an alert from the guys downstairs.

His eyes lit up, then dimmed again...

The visitors were Bayar, the high-ranking official from Homeland Security, and Maguire, the head of CIA’s Anti-Terrorism Center, former Major General Maguire.

Lesler didn’t know how Joe Ga got in touch with them, but obviously, it meant Hu Lang had made a deal with these people.

The arrival of these two would reduce his pressure, but it also meant he would be marginalized from the New Jersey attack case.

That’s the price to pay; at Lesler’s level, those who don’t want to take responsibility also won’t get opportunities.

Fear of carrying the can means you’ll never climb higher!

That’s why so many high-ranking officials would sigh when talking about their past experiences...

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Because it was extremely difficult to fight one’s way out of the midst of countless troops—having the capability was not enough, one also needed opportunity.

And even with opportunity, one still needed luck; otherwise, one would either have their achievements snatched away by someone higher up or be left holding the bag...

Lesler originally had a chance, as long as he dared to take a gamble, forget about being scapegoated, and fully cooperate with Joe Ga, then he could have obtained a promise just like Danny.

Unfortunately, an office tied down his courage, and by the time he came to his senses, the opportunity had already slipped by.

CIA agent Earl Lavey, with gauze tied around his hand, walked into the hospital with a somewhat grave expression.

This time, he was one of the representatives of the Counterterrorism Center because he had dealt with boss Joe and was safely returned to America by boss Joe.

Everyone believed that boss Joe was saving his life, and Earl naturally acknowledged it.

But boss Joe’s action of having him jump out to survey the situation fell through, and a series of accountability and questioning had resulted in his soft confinement for many days.

It wasn’t until boss Joe made a call to the Counterterrorism Center, claiming to have a piece of intelligence, that Earl was granted freedom.

Now, the dirty bomb was like a hanging sword over their heads...

The thing actually wasn’t exceptionally powerful, but the people in the American Intelligence Department couldn’t afford the responsibility it entailed.

The black president, even less so, did not wish for such an incident to occur during his term; he hoped to bid farewell to his presidential career with the most dignified image.

Counterterrorism and election are two unrelated matters; the black president could pressure the FBI for Rashiri, but he would definitely not ignore counterterrorism matters because of Rashiri.

All matters must give way to national security, and any hint of a clue was worth their all-out effort.

The Department of Homeland Security’s Bayar was a workaholic who had climbed up from the grassroots...

This guy somewhat resembled a shabby version of Edward Norton, with a lean figure, an elongated face, slightly sagging mouth, but particularly bright eyes.

The Department of Homeland Security’s main tasks are fourfold...

First, to enhance the security of air and land traffic, preventing terrorists from entering the United States.

Second, to improve America’s capability to respond to and handle emergencies.

Third, to prevent America from suffering biochem and nuclear terrorist attacks.

Fourth, to protect America’s critical infrastructure, compiling and analyzing intelligence from departments like the FBI and CIA.

Bayar was an intelligence officer, in charge of various intelligence analysis.

And what they needed most now was intelligence, which boss Joe just happened to be able to provide.

Upon learning the news, Bayar took the initiative to apply to liaise with boss Joe; both sides first addressed the possible terrorist attack in New Jersey, then meticulously combed through the intelligence provided by boss Joe in the cooperation, coordinating actions until they caught the real thread. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

For Major General Maguire of the Counterterrorism Center, things were simple; he held the highest position but was just there for the show.

The CIA’s Counterterrorism Center, purportedly connected to global terrorism information, was admittedly a bit blustering; their most important adversary at this stage was ISIS.

And P·B was most professional in dealing with ISIS!

Major General Maguire was here, in line with P·B’s customs, to offer him a contract, even a license to kill.

The CIA doesn’t have law enforcement authority within America, so the contract would be endorsed by the Department of Homeland Security, but Major General Maguire would be ultimately responsible.

To speak bluntly, Major General Maguire was a shield pushed forward by the big shots of the intelligence departments to take the bullets.

If P·B does well and achieves significant results, they would enjoy applause, promotions, and salary increases.

If P·B messes up, then he would have to bear the brunt.

The workload distribution among the three was very clear, but when they saw the stance boss Joe had taken in the hospital, they were still shocked.

Previously, there were only about ten bodyguards in the hospital; now, everyone capable of fighting from the P·B branch came.

The fully-armed Jazz Squad blocked the entrance to the ICU, holding weapons that made those in the know sweat.

The other suit-wearing bodyguards uniformly flipped open their jackets, tucking the bottom behind their holsters as if to tell everyone they were ready...

As Bayar stepped off the elevator, he curiously glanced over, then turned to Earl Lavey and said, "What is this Hu Lang trying to do?"

Earl Lavey understood P·B; he said helplessly: "Hu Lang is making a statement.

He’s telling certain people that if they continue, the entire P·B will go all out against them."

As he said this, Earl Lavey gave Major General Maguire, who had not the best expression, a look, hesitated for a moment, then said, "Sir, I can responsibly say that Hu Lang definitely has useful intelligence.

But the action contract he’s requesting inherently has loopholes; you need to be prepared.

In Iraq, a misunderstanding arose between a squad of Kurds and him, and then the nearly 200-strong Kurdish squad all died!

This is a dangerous individual who would chop off your hand just for touching him!"

Major General Maguire glanced at Ayu standing by the door of the resting room and shook his head, "We don’t have a choice…"

It seemed like Earl Lavey was just waiting for this phrase; he nodded earnestly and said, "Sir, based on my experience, when faced with this kind of no-choice situation, we should cooperate as much as possible. Us, the Department of Homeland Security, P·B, even the FBI…

No matter what Hu Lang wants to do, as long as we cooperate, at the very least we won’t come away empty-handed."

After speaking, Earl Lavey walked to the door of the resting room, smiled at Dorian, and said, "Buddy, we need to meet with your boss; he’s the one who invited us."

Dorian swept his gaze over Major General Maguire and Bayar, then shook his head slightly and said, "Buddy, our boss is a bit busy; you might have to wait a little longer…"

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