King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 582 - 560: Mysteriously Gained Extra Help

Joe Ga's guess was spot on!

He had previously shot Madeline Parker in the inner side of the forearm, causing a severe laceration that forced the super spy, trained by England's intelligence service, to blend in with the group of hostages, trying to find an opportunity to slip away.

Unfortunately, Boss Joe himself was never the type to show mercy, and with several non-lethal bullets at his disposal, he was now even more unscrupulous.

In front of the terrified hostages, Boss Joe walked up to Madeline, took out a water bottle to rinse her face, then pinched her chin to snap a photo of her face with his phone, and sent it to Tony in the rear.

The result came back quickly. The woman with black hair was indeed Madeline Parker, and the one who had fled on a motorcycle before was probably just her body double or partner.

This kind of situation is not uncommon; the most prevalent example would be magicians' use of "twins" to create many unbelievable illusions.

And a spy with a partner who looks similar can accomplish a lot more.

The moment the self-detonating woman removed her helmet was actually superfluous, but that action revealed conspicuous blonde hair and a similar face, almost fooling "Knight."

Watching Madeline Parker moan in pain, still giving him a venomous look, Joe Ga pulled out his gun and shot her other thigh...

And, unexpectedly, the woman let out a heart-wrenching long moan amid the immense pain and then fainted.

"Oh shit! Get the medic over here, make sure she doesn't die from the pain!"

The medic, who had just finished treating Dorian's posterior, heard the boss's call right after he stuffed a piece of broad-spectrum antibiotic into Dorian's mouth, then rushed over with the medical bag...

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After a quick examination of Madeline's wounds and admiring the boss's brutality, the medic pointed to a blushing Madeline, looked at Joe Ga with a weird expression, and said, "Boss, she is feeling quite good now..."

Joe Ga spread his hands, baffled, "What do you mean? She likes getting shot? Is this woman a masochist?"

As he spoke, Joe Ga held up his 'Super Jagare' and incredulously said, "The bullets contain bullet ant venom, that stuff is a neurotoxin, it could kill with pain..."

The medic had Madeline lie on her side, then pried her mouth open to prevent her from enjoying herself to death, and looked at Joe Ga, "These field agents have all undergone rigorous torture training, plus a bit of special constitution, you know..."

Joe Ga looked at the medic's odd expression and said annoyed, "I don't understand, I never watch that sort of thing..."

The medic, with a grin about to ask 'what sort of thing', thought better of it considering this was the boss who paid him. He swallowed his words and then said, "It means when the pain exceeds a certain threshold, she experiences intense pleasure.

This woman's arm injury caused a lot of blood loss, and she passed out from the overwhelming sensation."

Joe Ga nodded in frustration, "So torture is ineffective on her, right?"

The medic glanced at Madeline, curled up on the ground, "If it's just simple pain, it's unlikely you'll pry anything out of her.

Interrogating a professional spy like this requires very specialized people and methods, otherwise it's easy to be led by the nose."

The conclusion drawn by the medic didn't sit well with 'Knight' and 'Hatchet,' both of whom looked very troubled.

Special forces sometimes need to perform rapid battlefield interrogations, creating pain and fear in the most tense environments to quickly break people.

They had already been authorized, but now it seemed they couldn't be reckless.

Because if physical harm doesn't achieve good results, it might result in hatred, resistance, and a defiance from the target, making further interrogation more difficult.

Boss Joe's interrogation skills were still at the rather basic levels of 'pain' and 'intimidation.' 'Knight' and his colleagues were slightly more professional, but not by much.

A key figure related to the whereabouts of a dirty bomb was in front of them, but they felt utterly powerless, which was a terrible feeling.

Joe Ga, however, wasn't under much pressure. He had done his best. If the dirty bomb exploded, it wouldn't be his problem; the intelligence departments of England and France should be the ones worrying.

'Knight' had lost a teammate and was in an extremely bad mood. 'Hatchet,' a Frenchman, was very sharp. He came up to Joe Ga and whispered, "Sir, these hostages need to be detained separately, interrogated individually...

This building is full of ISIS supporters, and this place is not ISIS territory. There's no need for them to keep a bunch of hostages here."

Joe Ga immediately understood 'Hatchet's' meaning that the identities of the hostages might be problematic, so he decisively nodded and said, "After the convoy arrives, I'll send them to Byrdi, then detain them separately. You will be in charge of escorting them, make sure they have no interaction on the way."

As he spoke, Joe Ga glanced at 'Knight,' then pulled 'Hatchet' by the arm to the side and said, "If you want to start the interrogation first, I don't mind, but there must be personnel from P·B present, and the whole process must be recorded in audio and video.

You're a 'Comet' brother, and I'll definitely support you, but don't make it too difficult for me, OK?"

Upon hearing this, 'Hatchet' gratefully said, "Thank you! I know what to do!"

Joe Ga patted 'Hatchet's' arm with satisfaction, then looking at the ongoing intense firefight in the terrorist-controlled area, he said with a smile, "Have your other team withdraw and meet up in the P·B controlled area. Follow the convoy for protection.

I have a feeling it won't be long before you're sent back here again, and when that happens, it'll be the final showdown with the terrorists."

'Hatchet' stood at attention and saluted upon hearing this, "I hope what you say comes true. It's an honor to fight alongside you!"

Joe Ga subconsciously touched his forehead in return, then noticed the convoy lights suddenly appearing in the distance. Along with the advance of the convoy, gunshots occasionally broke out all around.

The fighting in the building had alerted the terrorists, and the restless atmosphere began to feel a bit suffocating.

Fortunately, since the boss was there, Commander Zahovic dispatched six two-long-headed warriors and four LMVs to form a powerful assault convoy to come to their aid.

There were definitely too many people to fit in the vehicles, and trucks would make a bigger and more dangerous target, so when the convoy arrived, Joe Ga quickly ordered the wounded and hostages to get in the vehicles first, while everyone else would follow on foot.

During the retreat, guided by Antar, the main force skirted the areas heavily defended by the terrorists, taking almost an hour to finally reach the P·B control zone.

Once inside the P·B control zone, the convoy was reorganized; a bus took the hostages and the French SAS team to Byrdi.

Injured in the rear, Dorian led a group of P·B's Xiao Heis, and with the coordination of the English SAS, was responsible for escorting Madeline Parker to Byrdi's headquarters for detention.

Thompson was due to arrive tomorrow. He was the professional who could handle all sorts of messy intelligence affairs, ensuring the P·B could benefit without getting caught in the dirty bomb crisis.

Dorian was one of Joe Ga's most trusted men, and receiving Joe's order, the sharp Italian quickly grasped the crux of the issue and assured, patting his chest, that he would treat the English and French fairly and justly.

Anyway, since P·B had Madeline in custody, they didn't really care about the interrogation process; it could be done in turns or with one party leading and the other observing.

The boss, Joe, wanted nothing to do with this Madeline, so he didn't even go to Byrdi and just stayed entrenched at the front line, slogging it out with the terrorists bit by bit.

Joe Ga sent the English and French teams on their way, and by the time he returned to the frontline building, dawn had already broken.

Last night, Old Niu and the other two cooks had a wild half-night, ruining several PKM barrels.

The exact number of enemy casualties was unclear, but Joe Ga knew the counterattack was fierce, as evidenced by the patchy exterior wall of the small building.

They were still short on manpower. Without the three T1 teams available, the offensive force at Joe's disposal was instantly halved.

The Tuareg were useful, but nowhere near as precise, quick, and sharp as those T1s...

They struggled to control themselves in a fight, and any large-scale civilian casualties would not look good for Joe.

Guarding the refinery, Wagner also posed a problem, prompting Joe Ga to pull dozens of men from the Seville paratroopers guarding the docks into the P·B control zone, ready to support 'Gunfire's' operation at any moment.

But even that seemed insufficient...

As he ate breakfast, Joe couldn't help but think whether it was time to redeploy personnel from Central Africa or to continue borrowing 'Volunteer Soldiers' from the 'Professor,' when Eric, all the way in America, suddenly called him...

"Boss, something's happened..."

Joe Ga was startled by Eric's words, and taking the phone to one side, he said, "What happened? Is your former boss turning on you?"

Eric was taken aback and replied, "No, I'm in the process of resigning, but there's been a bit of a problem.

I got Frester out of jail as you requested; he is going to be the acting head of the CIA Africa Branch."

Joe Ga nodded upon hearing this—Eric had done a good job completing the task assigned to him...

He had been conflicted about the choice for the head of the CIA Africa Branch for a while. Michael Beach from the DEA was also a suitable candidate.

But the guy was already a deputy director of the DEA; relocating him to Africa was akin to a demotion in the administrative ranks, and he wasn't too keen on the idea.

So in the end, there was only Frester, who had been framed and ended up in jail.

Frester was a bastard, but he knew how to read the room, and now that he was in trouble, even though his imprisonment was orchestrated by Joe, Joe Ga's decision to lend him a hand left him with no choice but to be grateful.

The so-called 'acting head' was just a scapegoat, meaning if you don't comply, you could end up back in jail.

This was good news, and Joe Ga, somewhat puzzled, said, "What exactly happened?"

Distressed, Eric replied, "Boss, my resignation got stalled.

Do you remember what happened in Benghazi?"

Joe Ga wrinkled his brow, pondering for a moment, then said, "What about it? Is it a problem with those chemical substances sunk in the small lake..."

Eric responded gloomily, "The French conducted an aggressive interrogation on the hostages you rescued; some of them are chemical experts.

They claimed that in addition to three dirty bombs, there are also two chemical weapon bombs...

The terrorist organization has not only mastered the method of manufacturing simple chemical weapons but has also sent out two chemical bombs, and we are the primary target of the terrorist organization; now many people in Washington are going insane.

The Department of Defense has sent people to destroy the chemical substances we concealed in Benghazi, but two SEAL teams and one rapid response force were blocked by a P·B team when they reached the estate.

Boss, you should have told me; they almost started fighting, and now the rapid response force is stuck at the estate's entrance..."

Joe Ga was stunned and said in disbelief, "Who the hell is framing me?

I don't have that many hands on deck."