King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga did not feel discouraged, on the contrary, when someone attacked from another side, it greatly reduced the difficulty of his operation.

However, he had underestimated the attackers' capabilities and determination. When they bypassed the range of the sensors and approached the villa fence, Antar's voice sounded again...

"Boss, there are people approaching by rubber dinghy from the sea, three boats, 15 men, four machine guns, and the rest are automatic rifles.

They don't look like regular troops, they seem to be gunmen targeting the Mori Family, planning to forcefully invade from the sea."

At that moment, Joe Ga began to feel that something was wrong. He and Dorian found a concealed spot to crouch down, and pressing the communicator, said, "Owl, is there anything unusual on our side?"

After directing the drone to fly over their heads and inspecting the area for a short while, Antar said, "Nothing, but what is strange is that the mercenaries we saw in the afternoon are all concentrated in the slums on your side.

The drones could not distinguish mercenaries from civilians during the day, but now my view is clear, there are about 40 gunmen on alert in the slums on the south side."

After listening, Joe Ga had an indescribable strange feeling, as if the Mori Family was deliberately allowing the enemy to attack from two directions...

Looking at the heavily guarded villa not far away, Joe Ga exchanged a glance with Karman, then, looking at Dorian who also seemed thoughtful, said, "I don't have a good feeling about this."

Dorian didn't immediately respond to Joe Ga but instead asked in detail about the situations in several directions. Finally, he shook his head helplessly and said, "It must be a trap!

It's just that I don't know how the Mori Family's people were sure the enemy would attack tonight?

I always thought their security tightening was to stave off external hostile forces."

As he said this, Dorian looked at the security patrolling the large courtyard of the villa and shook his head, saying, "Why would they do this? Killing a bunch of mercenaries won't solve the problems the Mori Family is facing right now."

Joe Ga did not want to consider what the Mori Family's people were thinking, and looking at the villa not too far away, he said in a deep voice, "Can you confirm that all of the Mori Family's people are inside?"

Dorian nodded gravely and said, "I'm sure, the second son Bentley, fourth son Jonah, fifth son Joseph, and eldest daughter Gloria, I saw them with my own eyes entering the villa."

Then Dorian nodded with certainty and said, "I'm sure, and I've worked inside before, I can guarantee that there are no tunnels leading to the outside from this villa."

Joe Ga instinctively shook his head and said, "This isn't right. If it's setting a trap, they must have someone outside coordinating and giving orders, otherwise their own risk would be pointless."

After thinking for a moment, Joe Ga said, "No matter, let's wait and see. If this really is a trap, those mercenaries are as good as dead.

Once the Mori Family's people think they've won, they'll lower their guard, and then we'll still go ahead with our original plan and catch them off-guard!"

Dorian was somewhat surprised at Joe Ga's unrelenting aggressiveness at this moment. Normally, they should have chosen to retreat and assess the situation.

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But he overlooked the fact that his boss didn't come from a military Academy; he was cautious, but sometimes aggressive, not thinking like a soldier, but always acting in his own best interest.

With someone actively attacking and drawing the attention of the Mori Family, Joe Ga, who was eager to see the Mori Family annihilated, saw this as a good opportunity.

......

Just as a fierce conflict was about to erupt, in a luxury hotel at the center of Catania City.

A young woman in a backless evening gown gracefully walked into the bar and took a seat at the counter.

The young lady took out a lady's cigarette and placed it to her lips. The bartender, keenly aware, lit the cigarette for her, a woman who exuded sensuality from head to toe.

The woman looked at the bartender, who seemed a bit spellbound, and said with a smile, "Give me a whiskey, no ice."

The bartender, his attention temporarily diverted from her impressive cleavage, nodded awkwardly, turned and placed a glass in front of her, pouring her a measure of whiskey.

The good-looking bartender watched as the woman drained her glass in one go. At her indication, he dutifully refilled her drink and was about to try his luck with a chat when a middle-aged man in an oversized suit sat down beside the woman.

Gesturing for the bartender to serve him a whiskey as well, the middle-aged man handed over a Euro note indicating for the bartender to give him some space. Then he raised his glass towards the woman, chuckled, and said, "I had no idea a woman of Mrs. Dupont's stature had a taste for whiskey similar to a man like me..."

The woman glanced at the middle-aged man from the corner of her eye, saying, "My father taught me from a young age to cater to the self-esteem of certain people when dealing with them.

Because some might appear self-righteous, while inside they house an insecure little boy who's always entertaining dirty thoughts."

The middle-aged man didn't take offense at the sarcasm. Shrugging his shoulders, he said, "I wonder what you wanted by asking to meet me?

I always thought people like you would be reluctant to deal with those of us from the CIA."

"My father died! Shot dead in prison,"

Madam Dupont said, pointing to her shoulder and chest, her tone ice-cold, "One bullet hit his shoulder, another hit his chest.

Now my father is dead, but some people are still not satisfied; they want to kill the remaining members of the Mori Family.

I need an answer!"

The middle-aged man spread his hands and said, "You've got the wrong person; we're the CIA, not private detectives. We've been focusing on the highway attack incidents recently..."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man looked at Madam Dupont, saying earnestly, "Madam, your husband holds a distinguished position, and although you are the youngest daughter of the Mori Family, you are first and foremost the wife of the Dupont Family.

In recent years, the influence of Dupont Group in Europe has been waning; personally, I suggest you better not stir up trouble.

To my knowledge, your brother Joseph has already reached an agreement with the other party, exchanging drug channels for a ceasefire, even if it cost the lives of a few brothers, but the matter is nearly at an end!"

Madam Dupont nodded slightly and said, "Yes, nearly at an end, but I've only found a few small fry; they are not enough. Compared to the loss suffered by the Mori Family, these few individuals are far from sufficient."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man said incredulously, "Your brother Joseph's peace talks with the other side are fake? Betraying his own brothers is also fake?

What exactly do you want to do?"

Madam Dupont raised her glass in a gesture and said, "I need someone to answer for the blood spilled by the Mori Family.

I need a few significant figures, to serve as a warning to those fools itching for action."

As she spoke, Madam Dupont fixed her gaze on the middle-aged man's eyes, adding, "The Glorious Society's drugs come from Aqionghan; they're competing with the CIA for business. I don't believe you know nothing about them."

The middle-aged man was an experienced spy; at this moment, he could sense what Madam Dupont was thinking.

She wasn't just out for family revenge. As the daughter-in-law of the Dupont family, this lady aimed to collapse the Glorious Society's influence in Italy, enabling the Dupont Family to step in and carve out a share of the smuggling arms trade.

If that weren't the case, the Dupont Family wouldn't allow a woman to act so recklessly.

Now that the Mori Family's eldest and youngest sons responsible for smuggling operations were dead, this youngest daughter, decked with the halo of the Dupont Family, wanted to come back and devour this piece of fat.

With Dupont's help, the Mori Family would get a precious break, and in return, the Dupont Family would gain an annual export share of about 200 million US dollars' worth of weapons.

Again, the weapons trade is legal in itself, but due to trading limits imposed by some major countries, it's become difficult to carry out lawful trade, leading the Mori Family to reap excessive profits through arms smuggling.

This amount of money may not mean much to the Dupont Group, but for individuals within the Dupont Family, it's very useful—after all, bearing the Dupont name doesn't necessarily mean wealth.

The Dupont who would marry a mafia woman's status within the family is thus obvious.

After a long silence and careful consideration, the middle-aged man wrote a name on a wine menu and pushed it towards Madam Dupont, saying, "He's the main person responsible for the Glorious Society in Italy. We don't have more clues at the moment. If you want to dig up more people, you'll have to find a way yourself.

DEA has a branch in Portugal; I could make a call to arrange for a team to come help you.

After all, fighting the Glorious Society is everyone's shared responsibility!"

Madam Dupont picked up the menu and glanced at it, muttering the name 'Tinaro', then threw the menu into the trash can.

Observing the greasy smile on the middle-aged man's face, Madam Dupont shook her head and said, "I'll use my own people. Have the DEA send an agent to assist in coordinating with the Italian police; I need some legal procedures to start fighting.

My brother has found the Glorious Society's trail; tonight, he will take down their main armed force in Catania City. Tomorrow, I want to send the rest of them to hell."

The middle-aged man listened, smiled, nodded, and then asked, "As a partner, what can I gain?"

Madam Dupont shook her head and responded, "I don't know, but I'm quite sure that you always manage to get what you want."

Seeing the dissatisfaction on the middle-aged man's face, Madam Dupont shook her head contemptuously and said, "When the Glorious Society takes a hit in Italy, and their drug channels are cut off, their funds will have issues. You'll have plenty of opportunities to catch them by the tail.

If Italy becomes impassable, they'll be forced to turn to Portugal, which is Colombia's territory. As soon as conflict arises there, you hyenas can benefit from the turmoil.

My husband was once a member of the CIA; he understood your operations.

He gave a leg for the CIA, you owe him that!"

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