King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer
Chapter 931 - 839: The Poor All Hate Wall Street

A luxury apartment near Central Park in Manhattan...

Kitten followed behind Monica with an unhappy face, listening to her brag about her luxurious apartment.

Watching the ghostly woman in front of her, wearing only a lace nightgown, talking about her romantic escapades with the boss in this apartment as if telling a story...

Kitten rolled her eyes and said, "Is it especially thrilling to seduce the boss in the house that Devil Bird bought for you?"

Mentioning Devil Bird was like a needle bursting Monica's vanity balloon.

The girl lounged on the sofa, twisting into a tempting pose, then sighed and said, "Alright, Hu Lang never came here.

He's like a belligerent, hungry wolf; he'd rather stay at the base than come here."

Realizing that everything Monica had said before was just to irritate her, Kitten's mood suddenly improved...

She walked over to Monica, gave her buttocks a hard smack, and said with a laugh, "When will you, who relies on men for everything, grow up, you little bitch?

I bought a house in Rio de Janeiro, and I paid for it with my own money..."

After hearing this, Monica pulled Kitten to sit on the sofa, laid her head on Kitten's thighs, and pointed to the view outside the window, "See that apartment across the park?

I spent ten million to buy a big apartment there, and it's being renovated..."

Upon hearing this, Kitten pinched Monica's neck and said, "When will you ever get rid of the habit of splurging money?

What on earth did you do to make Hu Lang spend so much money on you?"

Monica giggled and said, "I sold the house in Los Angeles, deposited 10 million into Gami's Rainbow Fund, and spent another 10 million on that apartment.

Devil Bird is generous, but how could I possibly live on her handouts?

Luna, you need to step it up..."

After hearing this, Kitten sighed and said, "As long as you're happy! I'm about to make a trip to New Jersey, do you want to come with?"

Monica stretched and said with a smile, "Why go to New Jersey?

The dirty bomb is right here in Manhattan, and we'd have to come back..."

As Monica stood up and pulled Kitten by the hand, they walked to a room door. After Monica entered a series of codes, she pushed open the door with a smile and said, "You're a marksman, there's the best here, no need to waste your time going to New Jersey..."

Kitten, looking at the gradually opening room, exclaimed in surprise, "And you said the boss never came here!"

Monica spread her hands and said, "He hasn't been here, but I was scared on my own, so I asked him to get me some good guns..."

As she spoke, Monica seemed to recall something and then covered her mouth and giggled, "Our boss is actually pretty easy to talk to at times..."

Kitten looked at the various firearms and gear in the room and said with a hint of jealousy, "You don't even know how to shoot; what do you want all this great stuff for?"

With that, Kitten glanced sidelong at her sister and said, "When did he start being so generous to you?"

Monica holding Kitten's hand, walked into the room, laughing, "Whenever he really wants to sleep...

At that time, the boss would agree to just about anything!"

Opening a case, Monica took out a black modernized SVD and handed it to Kitten, saying with a smile, "This is specially prepared for you, with your name engraved on it...

I know you're definitely going to join the operation, so take it with you!"

Kitten lovingly caressed the SVD and then curiously asked Monica, "How can you be so sure when he wants to sleep?

That guy has unbelievable energy..."

Upon hearing that, Monica rolled her eyes, casting a sideways glance at Kitten's booty wrapped in military trousers, then shook her head and said, "I won't answer such a silly question.

Luna, we're Brazilians, why do I feel like you are starting to become a puritan?

A woman in green briefs has no charm; you can't let the boss think he's sleeping with a comrade-in-arms..."

Kitten responded by giving Monica the finger and then decisively stripped off her clothes, changing into a black combat suit.

Watching her sister treat a tactical vest like Chanel and a tactical backpack like Hermes, Monica sighed and said, "We'll never win against Devil Bird, right?"

Kitten buckled a tactical belt, lifted a night vision device to her eyes for a glance, then said to Monica, "Devil Bird had me bring Team C to protect you as soon as she heard 'Jackal' took people to Syria.

You're right, we'll never win against Devil Bird!"

With that, Kitten stuffed several flashbang grenades and hand grenades into the tactical backpack, then grabbed a Glock pistol and slid it into her holster.

After picking up all the gear and jumping on the spot a few times, satisfied, she looked at Monica and said, "I don't know the exact location of the dirty bomb, you stay here, remember to keep the hazmat suit close, and if anything goes wrong, call for the helicopter to pick you up."

When it came to serious matters, Monica became somewhat solemn, nodding slightly and saying, "Don't worry about me, Thompson wants to coordinate with the New York police for an external blockade, Danny Logan doesn't have that much pull, I have a good relationship with the New York police chief, I'll help him out...

You be careful yourself!"

With that, Monica stepped forward and gave Kitten a hug, saying, "You should take advantage of Devil Bird's pregnancy, have one of your own kids.

Then I'll accompany you back to Brazil..."

"Our boss is a workaholic, and all of you are stretched too thin. You all need a vacation, or you're going to drop dead sooner or later."

Kitten didn't know whether to be touched or amused. She pushed Monica and said with a laugh, "Why don't you think about yourself?"

Monica's face stiffened for a moment, then she smiled and said, "I don't really want to have kids. That would ruin my figure.

I'm now a star in New York high society; I'm starting my own business.

I'm currently looking for someone to develop cosmetics. I'll have them come up with a kind of paint that doesn't damage the skin, so you crazy women won't turn into monsters before you're forty.

Hurry up and thank me, I might even leave you some shares..."

Kitten was unaware of Monica's possible health issues. She grabbed Monica's buttocks disdainfully and then said, "OK, Miss Rich Lady, book me the best restaurant in New York, and then I want a full-body SPA...

After I save the world, we'll enjoy the luxurious life of New York!"

Monica leaned against the door, fiddled with her phone, and said, "I'll book the best restaurant for your celebration!"

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

Inside the New Jersey Farm...

Jack drove an electric vehicle to pick up Team C's four members...

Team C, having soaked in the jungle for a long time, had a chilling air about them.

The two had actually met before...

In the intense jungle warfare, Team C's Lone Wolf had followed the boss and strangled, 'Black Hand Mercenary Group' and 'Troublemaker Mercenary Group', eventually rescuing the injured Jack.

Jack's experience can be described as full of twists and turns, but Team C was different; they saw the most authentic Karman.

To learn from the true master of jungle warfare, they embarked on a long journey of training and combat.

In the waterways of Congo, their presence was everywhere...

Combating drug trafficking, guerrillas, and Water Bandits, basically wherever there was a fight, they were there.

Poison Wolf, Poison Snake, and Poison Scorpion, all from the Sri Lanka Assault Team, along with Xiao Luo from the Bolivian Special Forces, became P·B's front-line jungle team when the old jungle veterans retired to become instructors.

After spending too much time in the jungle, suddenly being in a new environment, made Poison Wolf and his team seem somewhat silent...

Jack Heinz, as the little brother picking them up, hesitated and then looking at Xiao Luo, who was the only one still curious in the copilot seat, said, "You should rest. Being in the jungle for too long can mess with your head."

After hearing this, Xiao Luo grinned with his buck teeth and said, "NO, that's a problem for invaders.

We're protecting the jungle; it's our home..."

Jack got used to being ridiculed by P·B's people. He turned to glance at Poison Wolf and the others and shook his head, "They don't look like they're without issues."

Xiao Luo was a cheerful person. He laughed and said, "You think Poison Wolf and the others don't like to talk?

You're wrong. They just don't want to talk to you..."

Jack: "........."

When the group entered the farm's equipment storage, the burly 'Bone Crusher' was already prepped and flirtatiously chatting up the three 'Champion Shooters'.

'Bone Crusher' curiously sized up the newcomers when he saw Jack bring Team C into the storage. He smiled and said, "Jack, are these scrappy guys Team C as Thompson described?

I reckon I could knock them down with one hand..."

'Bone Crusher' hadn't finished speaking when he saw the lean man at the front suddenly clap vigorously.

'Bone Crusher' didn't know whether that was a mockery or agreement but his attention involuntarily focused on Poison Wolf...

Just when he wanted to provoke them further, he felt a chill at his lower back. Looking down, a slender knife was placed in the gap between his ribs.

Seeing the cold eyes of Poison Snake, 'Bone Crusher' involuntarily shivered and then raised his hands saying, "OK, OK, I was just joking. We don't hit our own people here."

Thompson, seeing Team C had taken control of the situation, stood up clapping, "Now that we all know each other, let's get started...

A location, two dirty bombs, 15 terrorists...

When the raid starts, you need to finish the fight within a minute and a half, absolutely not giving those terrorists a chance to activate the dirty bombs!"

Upon hearing this, Jack curiously said, "Why are both dirty bombs in the same location?"

Thompson spread his hands and laughed, "Because the dust from two dirty bombs exploding at the same time could cover a 2 to 3 kilometers radius centered around 'Freedom Tower'.

Do you know what that means?"

When Jack heard this, he exclaimed in surprise, "oh shit, I thought only poor bastards like us hated those Wall Street bankers..."

Thompson laughed and said, "Those bloodsuckers are all bastards, but you have to admit, if they go down, the whole world has problems...

That's what those terrorists want! Take out those terrorists, and our boss will become one of the most influential figures in the Middle East!"