King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 611 - 585: Torture for a Confession

Thompson was at the Vienna Police Headquarters right now...

After receiving a message from his boss, Thompson sent the photo and name to Tony.

Watching Tony excitedly pounding on the computer, attempting to dig up all the information on Mosin Harris through Austria’s police network, Thompson shook his head slightly, turned around, and found a Vienna police officer. He handed the officer a cigarette chummily and then said, "Sir, I need to find an officer who is familiar with the east side of Vienna."

The police officer, an old hand at the job, glanced at Tony, who was busily perspiring his efforts, then smiled at Thompson and said, "3 minutes, I’ll make a call to have someone from the anti-gang unit come up.

"The gangs in the east are complicated, and the buildings there are complex and cramped. I suggest you don’t act rashly. It’s not too late to wait until we’ve pinpointed the target’s location before taking action."

Thompson was well aware of his boss’s ’impatience’. He shook his head slightly and said, "Sir, my boss needs a local officer to guide us.

"It would be best to secretly apprehend one or two individuals familiar with Mosin Harris. We need his current phone number, and preferably, a lead on Mosin’s location.

"I need all the files on Mosin Harris right now. Such a guy must have a record. Should the operation hit a snag, I’ll need to narrow down the search and provide intelligence convenience to my boss."

"I can’t convey the seriousness of this matter to you, but please believe me, when this is over, you’ll be thankful for our ’impatience’."

How could the old cop not understand the gravity of the situation? A call from NATO Headquarters to the Austrian chancellor had landed him a message to cooperate by all means possible.

Faced with Thompson’s composed instructions, the old cop nodded and said, "Old hands know not to use the same phone for long. Locking down Mosin Harris’s phone will take some time, I’ll have someone go arrest the people associated immediately."

Thompson thought for a bit and said, "No need, just have your officer lead the way. My boss can make the arrests personally. We don’t have time for procedures now.

"The whereabouts of the gang boss are hard to pin down, but it’s different for his underlings who have errands to run.

"Sir, get your men moving. Believe me, gangsters aren’t as tough as they seem, catch one and you catch the whole chain."

Of course, the old cop caught Thompson’s hint. He hesitated for a moment and finally nodded vigorously, saying, "Give me your boss’s location, I’ll arrange for someone to find them."

......

When a few Austrian undercover cops met up with Joe Ga and his team, they were stunned.

Everybody has professional pride...

These cops also brought a SWAT team to bolster their presence, not wanting to be pushed around by a group of outsiders.

But upon seeing Joe Ga and his crew, the cops instantly deflated.

Austria, one of the few European countries self-sufficient in land army ordnance, is home to the famous Steyr, an Austrian company. However, when these cops met up with Joe Ga and his team on a dark street, they began to break out in a cold sweat involuntarily...

Automatic rifles were nothing out of the ordinary, but grenade launchers and RPGs were too much, and the glimpse of a ’Javelin’ in the back of the closing van sent chills down their spines.

A middle-aged cop with a graying beard approached Joe Ga, nervously saying, "Sir, I’m Musbauer, a Vienna Senior Detective. I’d like to know what exactly is happening?"

Joe Ga looked at Musbauer’s anxious face and laughed, "No, I’m sure you don’t want to know."

With that, Joe Ga gestured for everyone to get in the vehicles. Goat Squad and Hammer Squad respectively boarded a truck driven by Team A, and then Joe Ga said to Musbauer, "I hope you’ve got a target already. We’re in a rush.

"Believe me, if your negligence causes any delay and prevents us from successfully completing our mission, you’ll spend the second half of your life in regret."

Musbauer’s mind was flooded with guesses at this point, but the more he thought, the more terrified he became.

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Fear whipped Musbauer’s work ethic into full gear, and he took the initiative to say, "Follow me, one of my informants saw the car of Mosin Harris’s lieutenant parked under his mistress’s building."

With that, Musbauer looked at Joe Ga, about to get into a sedan, and said, "Sir, don’t you need to review Mosin Harris’s information? I can brief you in the car."

Joe Ga opened the car door and decisively shook his head, "No, I just want to find that guy and ask him a few questions. The life story of a dead man doesn’t concern me."

Joe Ga’s murderous words made all the cops stiffen up; they knew this mission was no joke...

The convoy drove for about 25 minutes in the night before entering an old community.

Officer Musbauer got out of the car, closed the door softly, and then pointed to a communal passageway, saying, "Go in here and turn left after 40 meters, go up to the second floor. Mosin’s lieutenant is in 205.

"There are quite a few Albanian Mafia members living around here. Please try to keep the noise down as much as possible."

By now, Joe Ga was not in the mood for chatter. He glanced at the local Austrian SWAT team and said to Musbauer, "Have your men block the back door..."

With that, Joe Ga hit his communicator and said, "Hammer Squad hold position, Goat Squad follow me upstairs.

"Spurs, Orange Cat, Pincers, Kitten, stay in the vehicle. Dragon Gecko, Elephant, medic bird, let’s move..."

Saying this, Joe Ga pulled down his night vision goggles and quickly followed behind Dorian, who was leading the way, into the dark passageway.

’Duke’ led Goat Squad, closely following the other side of the corridor...

The two teams dispersed upon reaching the edge of a building shaped like a Chinese character "回", swiftly ascending the stairs on either side to the second floor.

The hallway was very narrow, and Joe Ga, upon turning a corner to the second floor, lowered his rifle and drew his pistol.

Upon entering the second floor, a guy sleeping in the corner gave everyone a start.

Dorian reacted swiftly, pressing down on his boss’s rifle muzzle and kicking the guy in the head, knocking him out cold, then nervously looked back, whispering, "Boss, don’t be tense, this hardly counts as war..."

After speaking, Dorian stepped onto the corridor of the second floor and quickly rendezvoused with Goat Squad.

The two teams stood against the walls on either side of Room 205, ’Duke’ gestured not to resort to violently kicking down the door, then a short figure stepped forward with a set of lock-picking tools...

The short figure pressed an ear to the door and listened for a moment, then fiddled with the lock for a few moments with the lock-picking tools before gently turning the doorknob and pushing the door open.

Joe Ga nodded at the short figure, then gave Dorian a pat on the shoulder...

With gun in hand, Dorian quickly darted into the room and began a silent search; after checking the living room and kitchen, he positioned himself by the bedroom door.

Once the others had entered the room and the main door was closed, Dorian nodded to Joe Ga, then rapidly pushed the door open and charged in.

A man and a woman lay on the bed, the noise startling the woman awake; Dorian didn’t hesitate, knocked the woman out cold with the butt of his gun, then pinned the man down and covered his mouth...

Following suit, Joe Ga drew his gun and pressed it against the man’s forehead, quieting him instantly.

He took out zip ties and duct tape from the backpack, bound the man’s hands and feet, and sealed his mouth, signaling Dorian to help lift him, then checked the man’s face against the one on his phone.

After confirming they had not apprehended the wrong person, Joe Ga grabbed the man’s hand, smiled at him, and forcefully snapped two of his fingers...

"I ask, you answer; if you can answer my question, just nod..."

Saying that, Joe Ga once again forcefully snapped two more of the man’s fingers...

Watching the man’s body convulse with frantic nodding by the side of the bed, Joe Ga shook his head and said, "I haven’t asked yet; you’re doing it wrong..."

After snapping off another little finger sternly, Joe Ga watched the man trembling with pain without daring to move; satisfied, he then asked, "Where is Mosin Harris?"

The man hesitated upon hearing Joe Ga’s question, and another little finger was snapped...

"You have only four fingers left; your time is running out..."

As Joe Ga held two of the man’s intact fingers, the man started nodding desperately, indicating he was willing to say anything.

Joe Ga reached for the edge of the duct tape, looking into the man’s eyes and said, "Don’t shout, speak slowly, I don’t want to hear anything irrelevant."

Watching the man keep nodding, Joe Ga tore off the tape...

"My boss is in **** Building, that’s his secret base; whenever there’s a big deal, he hides there and directs from a distance."

"What big deal?"

The man groaned in pain and said, "I don’t know; the boss doesn’t let me get involved, but I overheard the boss speaking in Arabic on the phone."

Seeing Joe Ga seemingly indifferent, the man said in a panic, "That’s all I know, really, I don’t know anything else..."

Joe Ga pondered for a moment and said, "Those people want to use Mosin’s channels to transport something to Germany, probably planning to use the railroads for transit.

Do you have anything else you can tell me?"

The man was stunned, and before he could figure out what to say, Joe Ga sealed his mouth with tape again and broke the few remaining fingers...

Watching the man tearfully nod incessantly, Joe Ga put a finger to his lips with a ’shh’ sound and said, "Don’t yell, you don’t have any fingers left now, and you definitely don’t want other parts to be damaged..."

After tearing off the tape again, Joe Ga watched the man gasping for breath and said, "Don’t play tricks..."

The man vigorously nodded, trying to lower his voice as he said, "My boss is well-acquainted with people in the railway management; every day at 4 in the morning, a freight train departs from Vienna to Germany... It’s always the second to last carriage, I only know that much."

Joe Ga listened, picked up a phone from the bedside cabinet, and asked, "What’s Mosin’s phone number?"

Once Joe Ga got what he wanted, he sealed the man’s mouth again and said to ’Duke’, "Package them up and hand them over to the police; let’s go..."