King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Bannon was brimming with energy like a wild boar in heat. After receiving the notification from Thompson, he made a phone call to the fiancé of Big Mouth Tang's daughter, assigning him tasks like a boss...

He asked him to send someone to Virginia to find the "Hellhound" and their SEALs team, then persuade them to provide some evidence regarding their identities.

Watching Bannon pacing around like a restless beast in the boardroom, Thompson exchanged a glance with Major General Maguire and both shook their heads...

Thompson really couldn't understand how such a person could delude himself into thinking he could master the intricacies of politics.

The flourishing network has bred a distinctly different media environment, making many veteran politicians a bit uncomfortable, while also leading this opportunist to develop a delusion that he 'can do anything.'

Didn't he ever wonder why he had achieved nothing in Washington over the past decade?

Just like Harvey Weinstein, who claimed to have the power to influence the Oscars, these two are very similar.

Arrogant, haughty, unscrupulous, and heedless of consequences.

Major General Maguire was patient at first as he watched Bannon's performance. After Big Mouth Tang's show was over, he impatiently took his leave.

He had already received notification from Bayar, knowing what Qiao had done at the Howard Estate and what he had gained.

Now, Maguire had much more confidence in Qiao than in Big Mouth Tang. He felt that even if he couldn't handle this situation and had to step down after shouldering the blame, the connections that came with being the scapegoat could bolster his prospects, including potentially joining P·B.

In any profession, the goal is to make money and enjoy life. Joining P·B may mean less autonomy, but the salary would surely be much more than what he was currently earning.

A retired major general's basic annual salary is a million!

Given Bannon's behavior, to expect Maguire to join Big Mouth Tang's camp?

Not a chance!!

Thompson immediately understood Maguire's hint. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and looking at Bannon, shook his head and said, "Hey, there's nothing more here, would you like me to show you around?

There's a lot here that Eric hasn't seen..."

Bannon was momentarily stunned, a smile appearing on his slightly portly face as he said, "Of course, I'm very interested in P·B, maybe we'll have many opportunities to cooperate in the future."

Thompson, failing to detect the predatory undertone in Bannon's words, now realized that Bannon was an untamed hungry wolf and had also understood why Eric had sought out this guy and recommended him to Big Mouth Tang.

This guy was a typical 'use-and-discard' asset—doing all the dirty work, and when he had offended enough people, the 'rag' could be thrown into the incinerator.

No one would mourn for a rag!

If he were just a staff member for Big Mouth Tang, he might have some leeway, but seeing his triumphant attitude towards P·B now, Thompson felt this guy definitely wouldn't last long.

He now needed to curb Bannon's nature a bit, prolong his usefulness a little longer, to make his eventual downfall count.

So, Thompson, smiling, stood up and waved at Bannon: "Come with me, let me give you a comprehensive understanding of the style of P·B."

Bannon loosened his tie, grinned broadly and said, "I'm looking forward to it!"

Thompson, still smiling, led the way, first visiting the command room with few people, then the equipment room, followed by a tour of the P·B soldiers' dormitories...

Eventually, they arrived at a barn converted into a temporary detention room.

Hundreds of iron cages, each two by three meters, arranged in four rows filled the barn, with a dozen Russian Mafia gunmen treated by battlefield medics lying inside, constantly moaning.

The strong smell of blood mingled with the stench of excrement nearly made Bannon stumble as he walked into the barn.

This man, who claimed to be an extreme right-winger and always preached about eradicating this and that, included many who had never actually been to a real battlefield, never directly faced 'cruelty.'

Just like many online who clamor for war without understanding what war really looks like.

Thompson admired his boss the most for being truly bellicose, but his goals were always ultimately for peaceful development.

Unlike Bannon who was merely bellicose in words, his real concerns were profits and power.

Seeing Bannon's suddenly paler face, Thompson smiled and said, "These are the captives our boss caught today. They are Russian Mafia gunmen.

Our boss is quite rough, he lacks patience with uncooperative people..."

Saying this, Thompson walked over to the loudest moaning unlucky fellow, kicked the front of his cage harshly, and shouted, "Stop crying, you'll be dead soon, and then you won't feel any pain."

After that, Thompson turned to look at the increasingly pale-faced Bannon, smiled, spread his hands and said, "These immigrants are all parasites, they all deserve to die, that's your view, right?"

Bannon seemed to sense some sarcasm, and he straightened up, looking at Thompson and said, "Yes, these foreign immigrants should be driven out..."

Thompson sneered and shook his head, "Wouldn't it be better if they were dead?"

As he spoke, he pulled out a handgun and stuffed it into Bannon's hand, then grabbed his hand and, amidst Bannon's screams, pulled the trigger towards a cage...

"oh shit~"

Bannon struggled to free himself from Thompson's grasp. Seeing that the captive in the cage was only frightened but not dead, he breathed a sigh of relief and shouted at Thompson, "What the hell are you doing? Are you fucking crazy..."

Thompson's face, which always seemed tired, now wore a mocking expression. Then, he changed the magazine in the gun, held it upside down, handed it over, and said with a laugh, "This is what we do. You wanted to cooperate with us, right? Then you need to get used to it!"

Even Bannon, foolish as he was at this moment, realized his previous arrogance had irritated Thompson...

Being the chosen one by Eric, Bannon had overstepped his role, said and did many things unsuited for his position.

He previously didn't realize and thought the whole world should applaud him!

But now, he realized that wasn't the case. Eric Bent, who pulled him into this setup, was just a hired hand for P·B — he must look up to P·B, not spout delusions about 'cooperation.'

Bannon looked into Thompson's eyes, trying to see a hint of hesitation, but he was ultimately disappointed...

Pushing away the handgun Thompson handed to him, Bannon looked down, struggled for a long while, and then said, "sorry~"

Thompson smiled indifferently and said, "No need to apologize to me, apologizing is the most boring thing for us.

Mr. Bannon, I have no issues with you. Just do your job well and don't disappoint Eric who recommended you."

Thompson then patted Bannon on the arm, walked out of the barn, and spoke to the soldiers guarding the door, "Close the door, let Mr. Bannon sleep here awhile. It'll help him get a clear mind."

...

When Joe Ga returned to the New Jersey Farm, it was almost dawn.

High-intensity busyness didn't make Joe Ga tired. As soon as he arrived at the farm, he first went to his room to wash...

But Monica, who sneaked in mid-wash, delayed him a long while, and the energetic Boss Joe went from the bathroom to the bed. Finally, he felt maybe sleeping a bit wasn't too bad.

Once again successful, Monica, slippery as an eel, lay sideways next to Boss Joe, propping her head with one hand, slipping Joe's right hand between her legs and rubbing it for a while...

A few minutes later, this Siren let out another seductive moan, curled up beside Boss Joe, burying her head in his neck, and gasped violently for a moment...

Seeing that the boss was awake but ignoring her, Monica writhed like a boneless snake, turning her body to bury her head between Boss Joe's legs...

It was only after feeling her buttocks being slapped a few times did Monica triumphantly jump off the bed...

Watching the helpless expression on Joe's face, Monica hummed proudly, with light steps, she walked towards the bathroom, leaving Boss Joe alone sighing deeply.

Men are indeed at a disadvantage in this regard!

Hearing Monica hum a catchy tune with a heart-stirring voice in the bathroom, Joe Ga looked down at his 'little brother', and after a few seconds of dilemma, he got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Amid a romantic atmosphere, he took another shower...

After the shower, Joe Ga sat on the couch and drank a large cup of coffee. Then, as he watched Monica dressed in an OL uniform, wearing glasses and a ponytail starting to look through police records seriously, and even sparing time to phone Thompson to confirm some details...

Boss Joe once again marvelled at the disadvantage men have in this aspect, then, buoyed by caffeine, he got dressed and went out to work.

Carrying coffee, when he saw Ayu napping at the doorstep, Joe Ga, slightly embarrassed, greeted Ayu, saying, "You should go and rest. Let others handle the guard duty."

Ayu shook his head after listening, "This is Elephant's and my job. That guy, last night while you were watching TV, spent a long time in the bathroom with a girl, his legs are probably still weak."

Joe Ga was stunned for a moment and said, "Wow, Elephant really knows how to have fun..."

Ayu smiled with his lips spread, "Too bad he's just a limp loser..."

Joe Ga laughed heartily and said, "I have to speak up for Elephant here. It's not his fault; it's just unfair between men and women in this aspect!"

Saying so, as Joe Ga walked outside, he continued, "I'm heading to the command center to see if those guys are working hard."

Ayu stood up, took out a satellite phone and handed it to Joe Ga, saying, "Boss, someone called you earlier. Knowing you were asleep, he asked me to pass on a message..."

Joe Ga casually pocketed the satellite phone, asking, "What message?"

Ayu hesitated a moment, then said, "It's a swear word, he said you know who he is..."