King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Outside the governor's office of Oregon State...

Tom Reed's bodyguards blocked several agents protecting the governor, while the towering redneck Tom Reed swung a fire axe and forcefully hacked at the office door.

"Jeffrey, you idiot, I'm going to chop you into pieces, you son of a bitch…"

Tom Reed slammed the axe against the door lock, and with a 'crack,' the door burst open...

Tom Reed stormed into the office wielding the fire axe, ignoring Governor Jeffrey's revolver in hand. With one swing, he smashed the solid wood desk, causing Jeffrey to collapse into his chair in terror, nearly tipping over.

Seeing Jeffrey's cowardly demeanor, Tom Reed grabbed a delicate ashtray from the desk and hurled it at Jeffrey's head, splitting his brow open...

Then, he clutched Jeffrey's neck, lifted him, and pinned him against the wall, spitting angrily in his face as he roared, "What the hell are you doing?

You're betraying me, betraying the National Guard, betraying the entire state of Oregon...

You son of a bitch, are you trying to die?"

Jeffrey, facing Tom Reed's aggressive intimidation, fired a shot at the ceiling with his revolver and pointed the gun at Tom Reed's chest, shouting nervously, "Let me go, you damn savage!

America is a civilized society; your barbaric methods..."

Tom Reed didn't care about Jeffrey's revolver at all...

The tough old redneck had an extremely hardened disposition, and the Reed family had a notorious tradition of ruthless retaliation. If Jeffrey dared to fire, cowboys would storm his house and slaughter his entire family.

This wasn't a joke; the Reed family had done similar things before...

Tom Reed punched Jeffrey in the face and shouted, "Go ahead, pull the damn trigger!

Order the National Guard to stand down immediately, or I guarantee your entire life will be spent in misery..."

As Tom Reed threatened Jeffrey, his phone suddenly rang...

Answering the call, he heard his daughter's voice...

"Dad, I sent you a video. Please tell them to stop. Too many people are going to die..."

Tom Reed hung up the call and opened the video on his phone...

He saw hundreds of National Guard soldiers, stripped of their weapons, gathered on a highway like lambs awaiting slaughter. At either end of the highway were Humvees bristling with heavy weapons.

"FUCK, how did that bastard manage this?"

Originally intending to rescue Boss Joe, Tom Reed could never have imagined that within just a few hours, Boss Joe had single-handedly crushed the National Guard.

They had two Black Hawks, four Little Birds, four Apaches, and an entire battalion of soldiers...

Yet, in such circumstances, the National Guard had still lost!

Enraged, Tom Reed grabbed Jeffrey's hair, pressed his head onto the desk, shoved the phone into his face, and said in a low voice, "Look at what you've done!

You've sent our boys to their deaths without even telling them why!

Now Hu Lang demands your surrender, or he'll kill those soldiers...

What's your choice? Tell me, what are you going to do?"

Governor Jeffrey stared at the screen in horror, shouting in disbelief, "This is impossible!

They only have...

No, I will never yield to an executioner. I am the governor of Oregon State, defending Oregon's safety.

Tom, if you've got the guts, kill me, but your entire Reed family will pay for your recklessness!"

Tom Reed listened and suddenly released Jeffrey's hair, shoving him back into his chair with an exceptionally dark tone. He said, "So you're planning to watch these soldiers get shot..."

Jeffrey, as if possessed, screamed frantically, "He wouldn't dare. This is America; he wouldn't dare..."

Tom Reed, with a grim expression, opened the desk drawer, retrieved a ringing satellite phone, threw it into Jeffrey's lap, and placed a silver 1911 handgun on the desk...

"You can call now, or cleanse yourself and head to prison.

Or I'll blow your brains out right here and tell everyone you committed suicide to escape justice.

I deeply regret nominating you for the governor's race, but I have the right to correct my mistake."

Watching Jeffrey's stunned expression, Tom Reed waved his hand and said, "Answer the phone and follow my instructions. I can guarantee your family's safety."

Jeffrey closed his eyes, shook his head, and upon answering the phone, he said, "This is Jeffrey Cuban..."

From the other end came a chuckling voice, "Hello, Governor. I'm Aaron, North America CEO of the International Mediation Company.

A middleman hired mercenaries through us for some big players.

Now the deal has gone south, and my associates have invited your wife and two children to be their guests.

You might want to check your phone; we should've spoken five minutes ago."

Aaron paused slightly, giving Jeffrey a moment to process, then chuckled lightly. "Sir, your actions have caused irreparable damage to the reputation of the International Mediation Company.

You'll pay the price, but first, you need to terminate this idiotic operation and let our mercenaries retreat.

You have three minutes to decide, or else..."

Jeffrey, trembling, looked at his phone, revealing a photo of his wife and children trapped in a sealed room, guns aimed at their heads.

"What exactly do you want?"

Aaron laughed indifferently, "As I said, breaking contracts has consequences. Mercenaries are expendable, but 'sending them to die' comes at a different cost.

Sir, your time is running out; stopping the tragedy is your responsibility..."

Jeffrey stammered in terror, "I don't know anything about the International Mediation Company..."

Aaron chuckled, "That doesn't concern me — the middleman has dug you all out. My job is simply to exact payment and maintain confidence for those working with us mercenaries.

Sir, maintaining our reputation requires a heavy price. I'm sure you understand my actions.

By the way, you now have a minute and thirty seconds left..."

Jeffrey heard the call disconnect, leaned back weakly in his chair...

Looking at Tom Reed's grim expression, Jeffrey lowered his head and remained silent for a few seconds before saying, "I've lost, Tom. Save my wife and kids..."

With that, Jeffrey dialed a number, his voice hollow as he said, "Abort the operation..."

"........."

After hearing the feedback from the call, Jeffrey shook his head bitterly, raised his revolver to his chin, and looked at the dumbfounded Tom Reed, saying, "Tom, someone has kidnapped my wife and children. If I die without them being released, please seek justice for me..."

Tom Reed froze for a moment, furrowing his brows and asking in a deep voice, "Is it Rashiri's people?

This has crossed the line..."

Jeffrey shook his head bitterly and said, "Pretty much. Those people gave me an offer I couldn't refuse and pushed me into the abyss.

Tom, I'm jealous of you!

If I weren't a bastard, but a Reed, you'd never treat me like livestock in your house."

Tom Reed laughed in anger and said, "You think I'd spend a fortune to make the livestock in my house governor?

I always knew you were a spineless bastard..."

Jeffrey froze for a second, seemingly provoked, his face turning bright red as he shouted, "I am not..."

"Bang!"

Jeffrey pulled the trigger in rage, the bullet entering under his chin and exiting through his skull, splattering blood and brain matter across the wall behind him.

Tom Reed frowned and gestured to his bodyguards and the agents tasked with the governor's safety to clean up the aftermath, then called Grace...

"Grace, tell Hu Lang not to act impulsively. This is Oregon, Reed family territory. We'll handle the rest."

As Tom Reed began reaching out to friends, similar suicides erupted across America.

A Raritan family advisor shot himself dead at the gates of the Raritan estate.

A Department of Homeland Security official hanged himself in his garage.

In Oregon State, a National Guard colonel and a major general overseeing aviation committed suicide in their offices.

Meanwhile, the hard-nosed General Ogen attempted to grab a firearm to end his life, but Cooper stopped him.

After a few minutes, a photo of his murdered wife appeared on his phone, accompanied by a countdown. The general broke free from FBI agents, seized a pen, and lunged at Cooper, only to be fatally shot as the agents emptied their magazines into him...

Cooper looked at General Ogen's corpse and the terrified officers around him, sighing softly as he said, "Detain everyone. I doubt anyone would oppose us exercising judicial power now."

After speaking, Cooper pulled out his phone to call Joe Ga, fatigued as he said, "Hu Lang, you've won!

I'll send people to take over the scene. This will be just a 'misunderstanding' between the National Guard and the FBI. The matter ends with the National Guard commander's suicide.

Let the soldiers go...

You can celebrate now. I'm launching investigations into Rashiri and the Raritan family — she's finished!"

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

Joe Ga leaned against the hood of a Humvee, raising his head to watch a medical helicopter carrying wounded personnel disappear into the distance...

After confirming with Medic Bird that Spurs and Orange Cat's lives had been preserved, Joe Ga exhaled deeply, then said to 'Pliers,' "Destroy their weapons. We're leaving here..."

As Joe Ga turned toward the vehicle, Eric called...

"Boss, there's been a lot of deaths in Washington. Rashiri's people want to negotiate.

How did you do it?"

Joe Ga frowned and replied, "Haven't you learned your lesson yet? We don't negotiate with that old hag!"

Eric paused in surprise before saying, "Boss, it's not Rashiri. It's her collaborators...

That old woman is definitely done for. Those people want to abandon her and are asking for negotiations.

Boss, I don't know how you managed it, but they seem willing to accept any conditions..."

Joe Ga pictured Aaron in his mind, shook his head, and suddenly felt tired as he said, "I'm exhausted right now. You handle the talks; I have no interest in making money with them.

I'll meet Tom Reed and then head home...

Eric, my one demand is for America to remain silent about my company's operations in Africa!

I want this single guarantee — make it happen!"