King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer
Chapter 924 - 834 Breaking Free from Shackles

No one could have imagined that after America kept its promise to take out P·B's eye in the sky, Hafali would actually walk right into the trap...

What was even more unexpected was that the vehicle that delivered Hafali to Washington was actually an ambulance.

The man in the records, who was one meter eighty-five tall, strong, and charismatic, was gone. In his place was a cancer patient at death's door.

Late-stage lung cancer had so deformed Hafali that he no longer resembled a human being, which is why America turned the country upside down and still couldn't find him.

This guy had been receiving palliative care in a Washington hospital all along, but no one could believe he was a terrorist.

For those eager to resolve the dirty bomb crisis, such a voluntary surrender left them at a loss.

What to do?

The current Hafali looked as if he could die at any moment...

Interrogation?

Who would dare lay a finger on him?

America's professionals did exist, and they brought Hafali's wife and children to his side, hoping to move him with family love.

But what surprised these professionals was that when Hafali's wife saw him, and instead of persuading him on their behalf, she shared an intimate moment with Hafali and then excused herself to hang herself in the restroom.

By the time the Secret Service found her, Hafali's wife had already breathed her last, leaving behind two bewildered children.

Hafali's wife was an American. She and Hafali were university classmates who had been through many of life's dark moments together before being recruited online by 'the Teacher'.

She thought Hafali had abandoned her, and the pressure of living alone with children in an ISIS-controlled environment was immense, so she chose to flee.

But now, seeing what Hafali had become and realizing that she had become the bait to force Hafali to show himself, she couldn't live on.

Hafali seemed to have been prepared for his wife's death. He lay in the hospital bed holding his children's hands and made a demand to America...

Hafali blew the lid off an online oil account, which contained massive amounts of evidence of American politicians and arms groups profiteering from war in the Middle East.

It included information about Aaron...

Hafali's demand was simple: have America's Justice Department launch an investigation into those people, to prosecute them using America's own laws.

This was to force the White House to initiate an investigation with the threat of a dirty bomb, and then to cause internal chaos in America.

Logically speaking, Hafali's identity was that of an American citizen...

Now an American citizen had voluntarily joined a Terrorist Organization, and in the last stage of his life, returned with evidence to expose a bunch of inhuman scoundrels.

What's more fatal is that he had control over two dirty bombs.

If there's no outcome before his death, those two dirty bombs will explode.

What is this?

This is seeking justice with a dirty bomb!

When Aaron arrived in Washington, it had only been 12 hours since Hafali turned himself in.

He was wheeled in by the Special Services to a secret prison, and through a one-way glass, he saw Hafali inside.

The guy was lying in the hospital bed, his body riddled with tubes, and several doctors busied themselves around him. An extreme amount of expensive medication was used, just barely managing to stabilize Hafali's condition.

Watching the two children crying beside Hafali's bed, Aaron turned to look at Tim Bog with a smile and said, "It's hard for me to imagine that you guys could just sit on such valuable leverage and not use it..."

Upon hearing this, Tim Bog seemed to take a great insult. He angrily exclaimed, "I am a human being, goddammit, not a beast, I'm not like you profit-driven bastards!"

Aaron nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders and said, "That's because you don't understand how pleasant the life of a 'profit-driven bastard' can be.

Buddy, you're not going to get anything out of a Hafali like this, what's the point of bringing me here?"

As he spoke, Aaron seemed to suddenly remember something, and he said with realization, "Oh, you want to compromise, that's why you've called me here.

You want to act according to Hafali's wishes, to investigate these people.

But you know you can't touch them yourself, so you need a tainted witness like me..."

Tim Bog took a deep breath and said, "Yes, the one in the White House wants to compromise, if bringing those bastards to justice can salvage the current situation...

Why not?

Those people are his enemies in the White House!

They've manipulated many wars in secret, and in the end, it's America that foots the bill!

It has to stop!"

Aaron laughed and said, "Have you ever considered that those people are also a part of America, and one of the reasons America is powerful?"

Tim Bog said earnestly, "But their greed has become uncontrollable.

We all know the harm that an unwieldy conglomerate of interests can do; they will hijack the entire United States to pay the price for their actions.

I have a pardon agreement from the Justice Department in my hands, as long as you sign it and cooperate with our work, you will enter the witness protection program, and then spend the rest of your life in peace..."

As he spoke, Tim Bog looked at Aaron, who maintained a smile, and said seriously, "Mr. Dupont, if you still have a shred of conscience, you should help us.

I'll tell you the truth, what Hafali is asking for is not much..."

Aaron gestured to stop Tim Bog, shaking his head and saying, "But if I agree, then I'm as good as dead.

You should know what those people represent and once I testify in court, no matter the outcome, I'm doomed because you won't be able to catch them all.

Don't try to fool me with the Justice Department's outsourced witness protection program. You can even betray P·B, who undertakes the witness protection, what else can't you do?"

After hearing this, Tim Bog frowned and suddenly asked, "Which side do those people actually belong to?"

Aaron heard it as if it was the funniest joke, shaking his head he said, "How did that black guy in the White House even choose you?

Whatever factions...

Democratic Party? Republican Party?

""

NO, they are the ones who control the channels for converting power into cash!

"Do you know what's ridiculous about you?"

Aaron said with a sneer, "In our country, the Secretary of Defense can go on television and tell everyone that we are fighting for freedom, not oil or money...

And no one even questions it, because we all enjoy the benefits brought by war.

So even though we know it's a lie, we pretend it's not and wrap it in a cloak of democracy and freedom, then tell ourselves every day that we are right!

In reality, we are all executioners, and you are no exception!

There are always people who try to change the world, and then they all die!

Hafali is just one of them..."

After listening to this, Tim Bog's face became grave as he said, "We don't have any other choice, not even enough time.

You're a clever man, you should know that the White House has already made up their mind.

Tell me your conditions, let's solve this damn situation...

You should understand, at this point, those people can be sacrificed too!

Tell me what you want..."

After a long contemplation, Aaron replied, "The evidence provided by Hafali includes me, I need to stand trial with those people, that's how I can stay alive.

You need a proper opportunity to intervene, and I happen to know that these people are preparing to deal a small nuclear weapon.

If you can seize this chance, you'd gain absolute initiative and directly eliminate the key figures.

Believe me, they won't have a chance to enter prison...

Hafali would be satisfied with that!"

Shocked by the revelation, Tim Bog said, "Nuclear weapons? How dare those people?"

Aaron laughed scornfully and replied, "What do you think a small nuclear weapon can decide?

No matter who the nuclear weapon is dealt to, it will create a new ambitious player who will bring suspicion, war, and turmoil to the world.

This will bring huge profits to those people...

Part of this profit will even end up in the hands of the master of the White House.

Isn't that incredibly ironic?"

Tim Bog, with a look of astonishment, asked, "So what can you gain? Or, what do you want to gain?"

With a glance at Hafali in the hospital room, Aaron calmly said, "A return of a clear conscience, and the 'freedom' so many people discard like worn-out shoes!"

Looking at Tim Bog, Aaron said, "Believe it or not, I don't enjoy working for those people.

Hafali has given me a good opportunity...

If you ask me what I want?

Then give me Hafali's children, I will adopt them.

Their father was a great guy!"

Frowning, Tim Bog looked at Aaron and said, "Is that all?"

Aaron, with a gesture of openness, said, "Unless discussing keeping my current wealth is also worth mentioning, that's it...

Buddy, I've provided you with so many pieces of information, preventing numerous terrorist attacks, my contribution to the security of America in the last six months is more than you've done in a lifetime.

Now a solution lies before you; it's up to you to decide..."

After thinking for a while, Tim Bog firmly said, "Give me the time and the address...

I hope you're not deceiving me!"

Aaron, looking at his disabled legs, said with a smile, "How can I deceive you? You brought me here, didn't you prepare a room for me?

Buddy, I know you brought me here with a resolved determination, and I lost my legs because I didn't know better, why would I resist?

But I would ask you to call my assistant and have him bring my pajamas and pillow; without them, I can hardly sleep."

......

Aaron's assistant received a call from Tim Bog, then he took out his boss's cellphone and sent a message to a number labeled 'Bastard'.

Meanwhile, Madeline and Amal stealthily inserted the case with the small nuclear weapon into a shipment of arms ready for delivery and then vanished.

The presence of nuclear weapons is not meant for 'explosion' in itself; the fear it brings can make the impossible seem possible.

Money can be negotiated, power can be negotiated, but 'destruction' can't be bargained!

The White House is determined to sacrifice those who control the channels to monetize power, and with a nuclear weapon, those people are doomed.

This time they won't even have a chance to argue!

.................

Joe Ga received a message in the village, knowing that Aaron had finally taken that step...

After a sigh, he loaded a 120mm mortar into the cannon, took a couple of steps, and pulled the lanyard...

"Bang"

The mortar was fired and exploded several kilometers away.

Seeing the observer beside him gave a thumbs up, Joe Ga retreated contentedly to one side, ducking through the danger zone where bullets were flying, ran along a trench into a safe place, and then picked up the phone to call Thompson...

"Release our situation here, some people are about to have bad luck, I hope this misfortune infects those bastards who betrayed us...

Secretary of Defense Carter, I want him to step down and go home honestly, then wait for me to feed him poison that can stop his heart..."

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