King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga wanted to maintain the offensive, but what he hadn't anticipated was that the 'Glorious Society's' desire to target him was even more intense.

The consequences of starting a fight with a warlord guarded by bodyguards in Manhattan's East Village were severe, so...

Early this morning, a street-facing apartment in Greenwich Village had been cordoned off by the police.

Danny Regan, a detective from the New York Police Department's Homicide Squad, arrived at the scene.

Danny was a little Irish guy, looking sharp but naturally rugged in his demeanor.

Danny, who was holding his coffee, got jostled and spilled it on himself.

This made the already somewhat unclean Danny very angry. He glared at the officer who had run into him, and a curse was about to leave his lips when a blonde female detective stopped him.

Looking at the blonde detective who had grabbed his arm, Danny forced a smile and said, "Hey, Ailin, have you checked out the scene?"

The blonde detective Ailin, looking at Danny as he casually wiped the coffee stain from his hand onto his trousers, shook her head and said, "Boss, the victim is a 45-year-old woman named Shaman Kuge; she worked at Kennedy Airport. Her husband, a night-shift taxi driver, found her body in the living room when he came home from work in the morning.

According to the initial examination by the medical examiner, the victim had been beaten before being shot in the head. The estimated time of death is around 3 am.

Based on what her husband said, all the valuables in the house are still here, so the preliminary judgment is that it was a revenge killing."

Danny, a very experienced detective, nodded after listening and said, "Arrange for some people to check the vicinity and see if anyone heard anything strange."

As he spoke, Danny looked around, then pointed at a surveillance camera on a street corner and said, "Get someone to pull up the surveillance footage, print out photos, and have the locals identify if there were any suspicious vehicles parked here last night."

While looking around, Danny asked, "Where's the victim's husband?"

The blonde Ailin shook her head and said, "He doesn't want to leave the scene; James is recording his statement right now."

Danny paused, then muttered, "Doesn't want to leave the scene? Does he think a hole in his wife's head looks nice?"

Saying this, Danny ducked under the police tape and walked towards the crime scene, waving his hand as he said, "Don't follow me; you're in charge of the canvassing..."

...…

Having rested for a day, Joe Ga didn't confine himself to the hotel. After enjoying a tasty breakfast at the hotel, he and Nis went to the nearby Central Park.

In terms of scenery, this place definitely couldn't compare to Africa, and the air quality was a lot worse, but there was a rare sense of tranquility that Africa seldom had.

People walking dogs, jogging, men and women sitting under trees with a book—unclear whether they were studying or flirting—and families out with their children for an early morning exercise...

As he passed a hot dog stand with a queue, Joe Ga regretting eating too much for breakfast, otherwise, he should have tried the New York specialty.

New Yorkers are akin to the people of Hu City; to outsiders, they seem oddly indifferent.

But Joe Ga quite liked this feeling, as it put no burden on him, a newcomer. No one cared who you were or what you did.

If you gave them a smile, they'd politely return one, but if a New Yorker came up to chat, they were either a salesperson or a churchgoer trying to recruit you.

When Joe Ga and Nis entered Central Park, they encountered a group of young men and women reeking of alcohol; their clothes sprayed with protest slogans, holding messy placards, and being escorted out of the park by two police officers.

Seeing a girl's dress caught in her underwear, exposing most of her behind and oblivious, singing protest songs all the way—until she tripped over a curbstone, face-planting and bloodying her nose...

Joe Ga hissed and pulled Nis a little further away, then laughed and said, "Do you think this girl's parents will ever rest in peace?"

Nis, who had been surveying their surroundings, looked at the girl's messy face and chuckled, "I wouldn't know. Maybe her parents would think this is normal."

Joe Ga paused, then said with a laugh, "That's true. Children are like fruit trees, and whatever fruit they bear, the parents should relish it as the fruits of their labor, right..."

As he spoke, Joe Ga put an arm around Nis's shoulder and laughed, "Relax a little. The 'Spurs' are around us; you're in a protected role now. You need to act naturally."

Nis turned to look at Joe Ga, who seemed in high spirits, and said, "What would you do if your child turned out that way?"

Nis's question caught Joe Ga off guard, and he looked at her nervously, saying, "That soon? Shit, I still haven't heard any news about the Santorini Villa in Greek Santorini that I asked Chris to scout for me..."

Nis was taken aback by Joe Ga's nervousness, then she looked at his face, a mix of surprise and anxiety, and suddenly felt her mood brighten.

She shook her head with a smile, saying, "No, I was just making a casual comment following your topic."

Joe Ga looked into Nis's eyes, and after a long while, convinced she wasn't lying to him, let out a sigh of relief or disappointment, saying, "Don't make that kind of joke next time; the villa I'm preparing in Greece is a honeymoon villa. A family estate in Thailand might be better; it's secure, more economical, and Danny would probably like it there too.

Do you think we could find him a Thai girlfriend, haha..."

Nis frowned at Joe Ga and after hesitating for a bit, said, "You seem a bit disappointed..."

Without any hesitation, Joe Ga shook his head and responded, "Not at all, don't get me wrong, these things should take their natural course, depending on fate."

"I think if it's arranged for you by the heavens, then you should accept it, but until then, you are still the Devil Bird."

Nis lowered his head in silence for a long time before saying, "I'm not ready yet."

Joe Ga of course knew why Nis wasn't ready and waved his hand indifferently and then glanced at a white woman who had walked past them for the third time…

Putting an arm around Nis's shoulder and kissing her forehead, Joe Ga chuckled and said, "I'm not in a rush, we're both a bit crazy in the head, when we've both sorted ourselves out, fate will have its plan."

As he spoke, Joe Ga pressed the communicator on his ear and said, "Spurs, did you run into someone you know, why is there a chick in yoga pants who's passed by me three times and you haven't reacted?"

On the other side of the communicator, 'Spur' responded helplessly, "Boss, it's the FBI, we've got our eye on them, Wagner is contacting their superiors."

"Boss, I'm pretty sure they have no ill intent, their target should be the 'Glorious Society'."

Joe Ga was taken aback and grumbled, "Since when did I become a beacon? Did these people ever consult me?"

After finishing, Joe Ga murmured a few words in Nis's ear, and as they passed a wooden bridge, Joe Ga suddenly slipped his hand into his light jacket, then mockingly pointed his finger like a gun toward a white middle-aged man who was leaning on the bridge reading a newspaper, and shouted loudly, "Good morning!!"

The middle-aged white man instinctively dropped the paper in his hands and drew the Glock from his back. As he was about to aim, Nis struck his hand with her backpack, then felt his gun-holding hand being controlled, followed swiftly by a heavy blow to the abdomen.

As he instinctively bent over, a sturdy knee found its way to his nose.
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Joe Ga's fighting abilities were mediocre at best, akin to someone who's used to brawling in the streets, but his strength was absolutely sufficient, and after mixing in Africa, he naturally carried an air of reckless ferocity.

The moment his knee struck the middle-aged man, the decently straight bridge of the man's nose snapped, his large head jerked up violently like a soccer ball hit hard by a foot, carrying his body backwards, his waist hitting the railing of the wooden bridge before the man let out an angry scream and tumbled down.

Seeing a few passersby stop, Joe Ga pulled out his phone and said loudly, "Quick, call 911, that man there has a gun... "

While speaking, Joe Ga saw the yoga pants-clad beauty with a shapely body running towards them in distress. He pretended to press his phone a few times, loudly cursing his phone's lack of cooperation, then grabbed the woman's arm, shouting, "Quick, dial 911!"

Without giving the woman a chance to struggle, he snatched her phone tied to her arm, pressed it a few times, then 'accidentally' dropped it into the water.

Joe Ga 'frantically' apologized one after another, then accepted a stack of 20-dollar bills from Nis and stuffed them into the woman's hand, saying, "Sorry, so sorry, I'll compensate you."

Then, Joe Ga called out to the onlookers, "Quick, call 911, don't let that guy get away, he's got a gun, and no good comes from that early in the park. I think I saw a reversed cross tattoo on his body, he might be an extremist racist."

The people who came to the park in the morning were generally lovers of life. Hearing Joe Ga's call, several men in sportswear voluntarily came forward and took a glance at the man sitting in the brook beneath the bridge. They couldn't see the reversed cross tattoo, but that guy's arm wasn't clean.

The men saw the man frantically searching in the brook water, recoiled in shock, signaled everyone to back away, and started dialing the emergency number.

Joe Ga, with his arm around Nis's shoulder and winking at the unbelieving yoga-dressed beauty, swiftly left the crime scene amidst the chaos and soon found an exit from Central Park.

The beauty instinctively wanted to notify her colleagues, but after searching, she realized her phone had been thrown into the water.

When she leaned over the bridge to look down, she saw her colleague had found the handgun and, with a roar and a bloodied face, rushed up.

He looked every bit the terrorist he could be!

As the unfortunate one burst through a patch of bushes onto the main road trying to find Joe Ga, the pedestrians were scared into fleeing every which way by his appearance.

Just as the beauty was about to signal her colleague to stay calm, she saw a New York policeman rush over, pulling his weapon and shouting at the unfortunate fellow, "NYPD, DROP THE GUN! Put the gun down!!!"

The unfortunate fellow quickly realized something was wrong, raised his hands signaling he meant no harm, and shouted loudly, "I'm with the FBI, my badge is in..."

"Bang!"

The experienced New York police partner, approaching the man, split up, with the gun-wielding older cop distracting him while the younger cop circled through the bushes and hit the poor guy in the waist with a flying tackle as he was shouting...

Watching her colleague crash heavily to the ground and then fainting from anger and lack of air, the beauty hesitated for a moment before clapping and blending into the crowd.

What an embarrassment!

The FBI's reputation is important; there will be plenty of chances to retrieve him!