King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 585 - 562 The Elephant Has Wisdom_2

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'Hatchet' watched as the beautiful girl Maya took out a few bottles of Coke from the ice bucket next to him and offered them, but after he helplessly waved his hand to decline, he looked at Dorian and said, "This is an interrogation expert from the French Intelligence Service, we need to go see Madeline Parker..."

Upon hearing this, Dorian shrugged his shoulders and said, "Then you're a step too late. The information you guys got from the hostages last night scared a lot of people to death, and the CIA was ordered to interrogate Madeline.

You know the CIA people left here are all rookies, I guess they won't be able to get much out of her.

But the boss set the rules, after all, each agency gets a chance..."

As he spoke, Dorian noticed a stack of hundred-dollar bills had appeared on his lap at some point, he immediately changed his tone and said, "But we're friends, I'll take you to sit in on the CIA's interrogation, and when they're done, you can continue, how's that?"

'Hatchet' glanced at the French interrogation expert beside him with a sinister expression and then nodded and said, "That's fine, but we need to coordinate the pace of the interrogation. If we seem too eager, it will alert Madeline.

Once she senses our urgency, it'll complicate things!"

Dorian didn't care what England, France, and the United States wanted to do. He picked a key from a large bunch of keys on his waist and handed it to the beautiful girl Maya, then he said with a smile, "Maya, take them to room 3, help them turn on the TV, and remember to collect a tip..."

Maya covered her mouth and chuckled, then made an inviting gesture to the people from the French Intelligence Service, and led the way towards a row of houses not far off.

Those houses had been transformed, and the TVs inside could receive the footage from the interrogation room.

Right now, Madeline was being held in the interrogation room, and 24-hour surveillance was recording every move she made, as well as the actions of everyone who interrogated her.

People from the British Intelligence Service still hadn't arrived, and 'Knight,' feeling helpless, had rented a room and was inside watching the CIA rookies interrogate Madeline.

As an old war buddy of 'Comet', 'Hatchet' had decided to join P·B after retiring.

A few interrogation experts and agents entered the room, but 'Hatchet' stayed out in the courtyard.

He adeptly searched through the ice bucket, found a beer bottle, opened it and took a sip, then looked at Dorian and said, "Comet' should arrive tomorrow, and he's bringing 400 extralegal soldiers with him.

'Elephant', this matter really isn't a joke, have the CIA guys figured anything out yet?"

Upon hearing this, Dorian adjusted his aching buttocks by holding the handles of his wheelchair and then scoffed, "What could those rookies possibly figure out? But I bet even your people will have a tough time.

In my opinion, you should just offer a big contract to our boss.

Underneath our boss, there are a few veterans skilled enough to flay a person alive and still keep them alive, and I don't believe Madeline Parker is made of iron..."

When 'Hatchet' heard that, he said in disbelief, "Are you joking?"

Dorian gave 'Hatchet' a sidelong look and said, "You think it's too cruel, don't you?"

With that, Dorian adopted a look of weary superiority, waved his hand and said, "It's hard for me to explain with your intelligence.

'Flaying' is seen as a form of 'transformation,' a charitable act by those veterans to return the evil spirits to their origins.

I can responsibly say that those who are flayed don't feel a thing. It's just extremely frightening. I don't think any evil spirit among humans could endure it."

'Hatchet' looked at Dorian as if seeing a ghost and said, "So according to you, these veterans are doing a good deed?"

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Dorian shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "In the East, some bald monks rely on chanting to guide evil spirits to transcendence, while Western priests rely on the cross to fight against evil spirits...

You can think of those old monsters as jungle priests, who take it upon themselves to show evil ghosts their true colors, and then open the path home for them."

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Hatchet grumbled as soon as he heard this, shaking his head helplessly and saying, "Tell your boss a shipment of arms will dock in Tubruq tomorrow, it's the support our prime minister promised to provide.

Have him take receipt..."

As he spoke, Hatchet handed a list to Dorian and said, "Because we're worried you won't know how to use them, there will also be a group of volunteer soldiers accompanying them.

You can keep the equipment once you're done with it, but the soldiers will need to return."

Glancing at the list, Dorian whistled and laughed, "France doesn't seem too generous, offering up such outdated stuff like AMX-10 RC light tanks? The Gryphon armored car is fine, and the Caesar self-propelled cannon is great, but what are you going to do with only 100 rounds of ammunition?"

Hatchet, looking at Dorian as if he were a stingy pawnshop clerk picking over his own military aid, said irritably, "What more do you want?

It's just to strike at terrorists, even if France gave you Rafales, you wouldn't be able to use them."

Dorian, seeing that Hatchet's mindset hadn't adjusted, said with a smile, "Not 'you guys', us!

Buddy, you're going to be with P·B sooner or later. Be a bit more polite to me, I'm a senior with a Level 20 salary.

When you join, you'll start at most with a Level 10 salary, we're ten levels apart!"

Aiming a nudge at Hatchet's arm, Dorian glanced meaningfully at 'Knight', who'd stepped out of the room for air, speaking softly, "Our boss doesn't lack for arms; right now, he's short on manpower.

Things in Tubruq are progressing smoothly, but the pace of the evacuation is still a bit slow.

I estimate you guys won't crack Madeline Parker's lips anytime soon to find out where the bombs are headed, so capturing members of the terrorist base in Tubruq has become important.

Four hundred men have arrived from Sangha Town and I hear that an American rapid response force along with two SEALs teams will temporarily retire to join P·B. Now it's up to these Brits.

Remember to cooperate with me, we'll put some pressure on them, let them understand that to gain something, they first need to give!"

Hatchet, with a basic sense of national honor, thought about Madeline being a spy trained by the intelligence service of England and couldn't contain his irritation...

After nodding emphatically, Hatchet raised his voice and said, "Don't worry, our Charles de Gaulle Aircraft Carrier is on its way here, and will provide us with plenty of air support when it arrives.

As a condition, you've got to give us enough time to intensify our interrogation.

Madeline Parker is British; for the sake of a little comfort, she'll definitely give us some information.

I feel there's something dirty about the English in this affair, what about you?"

Dorian, stroking his chin thoughtfully, nodded seriously and said, "I bet Madeline will drag England down with her..."