King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer
Chapter 982 - 878 Tactical Diplomacy_2

Joe Ga looked at Eric, who still seemed a bit unwilling to give in, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, you don't look happy?"

Eric lowered his head gloomily and said: "Boss, I can do more.

Bannon just gave me a heads-up earlier; actually, we don't have to give up on the policy benefits from Big Mouth Tom."

Joe Ga understood that Eric was trying to prove himself again after suffering a setback.

As the boss, Joe Ga had no reason to dampen his employee's enthusiasm, so he smiled and said: "How about this, we give the veteran employees an opportunity to pool funds. You take their money and get into Big Mouth Tom's border wall project, as a way to contribute to their retirement fund.

If there are other opportunities, you can try them as well. Just don't get too cozy with Big Mouth Tom's group.

Bannon is a schemer too. It's fine to give him money, but don't let him get any leverage within P.B."

Eric nodded seriously and said: "No problem. Big Mouth Tom has been bragging about passing the $15 billion wall-building budget, though we all know that's bullshit. But $5-8 billion will definitely be there.

Making money out of that will be easy...

I'll handle it!"

Before Eric could say more, Joe Ga's phone suddenly rang...

Seeing the peculiar smile on his boss's face, Eric decisively shut his mouth...

Joe Ga didn't mind having people around. He answered the call with a laugh, saying: "Brother, heard you're in jail now?

Tell me, how's the environment in there?

Need Daddy Hu Lang to top up your prison account?"

On the other end of the line, Aaron responded with a cold laugh: "Then you might have to spend big. Wire me a million bucks—I've made plenty of good friends here, want to treat them to some gourmet food."

Joe Ga burst out laughing and said: "What, you found yourself a boyfriend in prison?

What do you need a million for? Buying soap doesn't cost that much..."

Aaron snorted coldly and said: "Hu Lang, you've got trouble...

Someone has contacted an international brokerage company through intermediaries and hired mercenaries overseas to take you out.

Since we're friends, I'm giving you this heads-up. How about coughing up a hundred grand for this information?"

Joe Ga sneered and said: "A hundred grand in Thai baht sounds about right!

You think this info is worth much? People who want me dead are a dime a dozen."

Aaron, amused, replied: "They want to take you out on the way to meet your cheap future father-in-law. Now, does that tip deserve a hundred grand?"

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga frowned and said: "There aren't many who know I'm meeting Tom Reed. Who sold me out?"

Aaron, sensing Joe Ga's tension, chuckled and said: "I don't know the specifics, after all, the international brokerage company is just the 'middleman.' But it shouldn't be hard to guess, right?

There are only a few folks desperate enough to want you dead, especially while you're en route to Tom Reed."

Joe Ga instantly figured it wouldn't be Big Mouth Tom's camp, exhaling slightly in relief, before saying: "It must be someone from Rashiri's side. Is this old hag so used to smooth sailing that she thinks she can do whatever she pleases now?"

Aaron replied matter-of-factly: "Exactly. Do you even understand the breadth of the Raritan Family's interest network?

Anyone else involved in an email scandal would've withdrawn from the race ages ago, but look at Rashiri—does she show any signs of being held accountable?

Give me a hundred grand, and I'll send you the mercenaries' profiles…"

Joe Ga pretended not to hear the money talk and smiled as he said: "Looks like your career is taking off.

Why don't I give you two hundred grand, and you have those mercenaries turn around and take out Rashiri instead…"

Aaron sighed and said: "Hu Lang, the international brokerage company is just the 'middleman.' We're merely a financial guarantee platform, not the executors.

Revealing anything to you already counts as breaking the rules.

As a partner managing the Americas division, passing this intel to you exposes me to risk.

Make sure you handle things cleanly, without leaving loose ends.

If you truly want Rashiri dead, just place an order. Once she loses the election, 50 million dollars or so can tempt some skilled operatives."

Joe Ga had never thought of killing Rashiri, as the interest network tied to her was too vast. Eliminating her would inevitably trigger the most rigorous investigations.

Even being labeled as a 'suspect in assassinating a presidential candidate' would cause enormous obstacles for P.B.

The Pentagon Brotherhood that had been painstakingly put together might collapse instantly since they were about unity for mutual gain, not treason.

He decisively declined Aaron's suggestion while inwardly marveling at the audacity of the international brokerage company. He laughed and said: "You're just a regional manager?

I thought you'd at least be a CEO-level figure...

Brother, you're not cutting it…"

Aaron, irked by the dismissal of his "great accomplishments," retorted angrily: "I'm not some manager. I'm a partner, a partner, understand?"

Joe Ga scoffed and said: "Yeah, I get it. You're like a franchise general manager with some equity. Tell me, who's your chairman? I'm dying of curiosity..."

Aaron went silent for a moment before saying: "The international brokerage doesn't have a chairman, just an Intercontinental Joint Council. The council president rotates among regional partners every three years.

Hu Lang, don't dig too deep. Those people's power is far beyond what you can imagine. Among the senior officials you know, chances are some are connected to the international brokerage company.

We're a network—a gray web parasitic on the sunny system. About 10% of the global black-market business flows through this network."

Joe Ga was stunned upon hearing this. 10% of global black market dealings flowing through the international brokerage? That was mind-boggling.

But it didn't have much to do with him personally, so he laughed and said: "Alright, looks like you're making it big.

Send me the list. I'll ship you some cotton candy."

Without waiting for Aaron's reply, Joe Ga hung up the call. Turning to Thompson, he said: "We've got trouble. I need a few experts. A-Team alone isn't enough."

Thompson nodded and said: "I'll notify C-Team. Jack Heinz and Bone Crusher are available too.

Boss, I suggest you have a chat with Ronnie, the 'Tracker.' He returned to New Jersey from Baghdad last month.

The guy's been doing rehab—he's incredibly skilled, extremely capable…"

Joe Ga thought for a moment before finally remembering who Ronnie was...

Smacking his lips, he said: "I almost forgot. This guy spent nearly $60,000 at Presbyterian Hospital. He owes me…"

Thompson chuckled and shook his head, saying: "Boss, the guy's in trouble. I doubt he'd mind working for you…"

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