King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1923 - 1594: Blocking the President’s Door
Capítulo 1923: Chapter 1594: Blocking the President’s Door
The guide appointed by the British Royal Family initially thought that the notorious Hu Lang was an arrogant jerk…
Given that over a hundred countries and hundreds of Royal Family members from around the world accepted the suggestion to take a bus, Claverley’s green light for Joe Ga and Joe Ga’s approach of having him lead the way to the north gate caused this guide to misunderstand.
He thought Joe Ga wanted to use the opportunity to arrive simultaneously with old President Bayer, leveraging this special chance to strike a conversation with the President of the United States.
But what the guide absolutely did not expect was that during the waiting interval, a Rolls-Royce Phantom behind them suddenly seemed out of control, accelerating towards The Regent’s Park’s north gate, and came to a halt in the middle of the not-so-wide road before the American security personnel drew their guns…
“NO, NO, NO…”
The guide watched as several gun-wielding American security officers approached Joe Ga and his team; he sounded the alarm and stomped on the accelerator, charging forward…
When about 50 meters from the Rolls-Royce, the guide opened the door, jumped out, and rushed over, shouting and waving his credentials…
“Don’t do anything rash, the guests inside are Royal Family members…”
The north gate of The Regent’s Park had only two field monitors; their responsibility wasn’t to kill anyone but to provide early warnings…
When a suspicious luxury car blocked the park’s exit, and the people inside didn’t make any overt threatening moves, it was impossible for them to open fire.
In fact, without the president nearby, the security personnel’s actions were strictly restricted, and shooting was severely prohibited.
They needed to ascertain what was happening and then report to the deputy director of the Secret Service overseeing operations, who would decide how to proceed.
The guide’s shouting did not stop the two intelligence personnel; they called in via radio while slowly approaching the luxury car with their weapons drawn…
A young security officer approached the passenger side with his gun, about to tap the car door with his handgun when the passenger door suddenly burst open violently…
With tremendous force hitting the young officer’s wrist, a suspicious crack sounded, followed by a massive Black Hawk emerging, slapping away the other officer’s pistol, and angrily lifting the guy up, bashing him into the young officer who had fallen and was switching hands with his gun…
The moment the two unlucky guys collided, there was a muffled thump, and both simultaneously let out a muffled grunt…
The young officer serving as the cushion swiftly fainted, while the middle-aged officer swung up by Ayu curled on the ground, clutching his abdomen and vomiting a pool of sour water.
Dorian took advantage of Ayu’s success, sprang from the driver’s seat, and confiscated the two officers’ weapons, placing the guns on the car’s engine.
The Royal Family’s guide sprinted to the accident site, gazing at the two black-suited White House security personnel with white radios on their ears, clutching his head in disbelief and shouting: “What the hell are you doing?”
Dorian pressed the two unfortunate field agents to the ground, using tie wraps to bind their wrists behind them…
Looking at the guide’s loss of composure, Dorian said sternly: “My boss is a guest of the Royal Family, and someone pointed a gun at him. How should you handle that?”
The guide froze, then angrily said: “What the hell do you guys think you’re doing?
They are security officers responsible for the President’s protection. Do you know how much trouble you’re in?”
Dorian scoffed and said: “Our car broke down en route to the Queen’s memorial, what trouble could we have?
Can American security restrict our breakdown location?”
The guide looked at Dorian’s blatant lies, his voice trembling, and said: “You can’t do this, once…”
Watching the sweat starting to break out on the guide’s forehead, Dorian smiled and said: “Pal, if I were you, I’d drive out to block that outer road, preventing unrelated people from getting close here.
In your heart, the President of the United States is a big shot, but don’t forget, my boss is also an untouchable big shot.
Otherwise, why would you be here leading the way for us?”
After finishing, Dorian crouched down and pulled out a radio from one of the officers, saying: “This is P·B’s Elephant, our boss’s car broke down at the park’s north gate, waiting for repairs.
To avoid misunderstandings, just letting you know…”
A few minutes after Dorian spoke, two black SUVs burst out of The Regent’s Park…
President’s security advisor Chauvin and the White House Secret Service’s deputy director Claire Laffitte, along with a team, appeared at the entrance of the park…
Having dealt many times with Joe Ga, Chauvin walked over with a grim face to the Rolls-Royce beside him, hesitating for a few seconds at Ayu’s obstruction before giving up on the idea of forcing through…
Turning back, he gestured to his team to maintain calm. While adjusting his tie, Chauvin stabilized his emotion, squeezing a smile onto his face, looking at Ayu and saying: “I want to see your boss…”
Ayu looked down at the complex expression on Chauvin’s face; after a few seconds, he grinned and said: “My boss said he’s not here…”
Facing such humiliation, Chauvin stepped back to avoid Ayu’s attack range, then furiously shouted: “Hu Lang, you madman, what exactly are you doing?
Delaying President Bayer’s schedule is a serious incident…”
Ayu, looking at the blusterous yet cowardly Chauvin, said: “My boss said the attack plan on Nord Stream you formulated with the CIA is the serious incident!
Framing P·B is nothing short of a war signal!”
With that, Ayu waved to Chauvin and said: “My boss said he’s not here, you need to send someone else over, otherwise, my boss will continue not being here…”
Exposed by Ayu about the Nord Stream project, Chauvin was stunned…
Glancing around, he noticed that the White House special agents nearby instinctively avoided his gaze. With a grim expression, Chauvin turned and walked over to Claire Laffitte, the Deputy Director of the Secret Service, and whispered a few words to her…
The somewhat stern-looking white female deputy director listened, then walked up to Ayu with a complex expression. Facing the giant-like Ayu, she said to the car’s back seat, “Sir, please have your men release my colleagues. Whatever you need, you can speak to me…
Today’s schedule is important for Mr. President…” 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
Joe Ga finally pressed down the car window at this point, gesturing Ayu to step aside slightly…
Looking at the frustrated expression of Deputy Director Laffitte, Joe Ga said with a smile, “Today’s schedule is equally important for me…”
With that, Joe Ga looked at Dorian and said, “Elephant, release those two gentlemen…”
Upon hearing this, the black-suited Laffitte stepped forward, speaking in a low voice, “Sir, if today’s funeral is important to you, then you should leave now.
There’s still one hour left until the official entry time…”
Joe Ga rested his elbow on the car window, smiling as he said, “My car broke down, and my man has already called for help. Someone will come to repair it soon.
However, the traffic today isn’t great, so it might take a bit longer. I’m sure you understand!
If you’re in a hurry, you can actually move the barriers in The Regent’s Park and leave through the south gate.”
Observing Joe Ga obviously trying to stir things up, Laffitte felt both angry and helpless…
The anger stemmed from Joe Ga’s actions being akin to a provocation against the White House, while the helplessness was due to her knowing she couldn’t do anything about him.
The owner of P.B. wasn’t someone you could casually arrest; if a conflict occurred, the big boss might suffer no consequences, but she certainly would…
It wasn’t her knowledge of Joe Ga’s network and power, but during her past two years in the White House, every mention of P.B. or Hu Lang from old Bayer’s mouth was practically accompanied by obscenities.
The core personnel in the White House all knew that old Bayer disliked P.B., but was powerless against them!
Almost all lawsuits against Joe Ga and P.B. were repeatedly scrutinized in the Department of Justice…
Even if there was an error with punctuation, those at the Justice Department would find fault to have you redo it.
Not to mention the Pentagon, where Defense Department officials lacking a strong enough background, if they showed dislike for P.B., their cars would be the oldest, office renovations the most outdated, and even the toilet paper thinner than others.
Clashing with Joe Ga could mean the end of one’s career at any moment.
Because the president has a term, whereas the Secret Service is a long-term job.
Seeing Joe Ga with a half-smiling expression, Claire Laffitte expressed her frustration: “Sir, what exactly do you want?
Mr. President needs to meet with Prime Minister of England before the funeral, which is an extremely important schedule…”
Joe Ga said nonchalantly, “Then you better hurry up, looping from the south gate is quick. If you can’t handle it, you can call me; I can ask that female prime minister to cancel the appointment…
She’s a typical jinx; just met the Queen on the 6th, and by the 8th, the Queen passed away.
This unlucky individual won’t stay long in the prime minister’s position; it’s good not to meet, don’t you agree?”
Joe Ga’s arrogant demeanor left Laffitte somewhat at a loss. She turned back to look at Chauvin making a phone call, hesitated before leaning closer, saying, “Sir, what do you really want?
You know I could call the police for England’s assistance. If things reach that point, everyone’s faces will be tarnished.
Today is the Queen’s funeral; no one should be causing trouble at this time…”
Joe Ga sneered and said, “And the day before the Queen’s funeral is fine?
Yesterday, a son of a bitch appeared at my estate with armed bodyguards, right on the south side of The Regent’s Park.
He came from the north side of the park; I don’t believe you all didn’t know.”
Upon hearing this, Laffitte appeared as if she remembered something, speaking seriously, “I don’t know what happened last night…”
Hearing this, Joe Ga realized that Laffitte must have seen Ilya Rothschild yesterday; otherwise, she wouldn’t say ‘night.’ Joe Ga said ‘yesterday’ without specifying a time…
Seeing Laffitte’s seemingly self-preserving attitude, Joe Ga said, “Madam, I advise you to stick to your principles. Report to the police if you must; I too hope to get my car fixed soon.
Or you can invite someone with greater stature among the guests beside Mr. President to come out; a few more wouldn’t hurt…
I’ll make some enemies and leave…”
Laffitte looked at Joe Ga as if he was a madman, saying, “What exactly do you want to do?”
Joe Ga waved his hand and laughed, saying, “With your status, it’s hard to explain clearly to you…”
