From arms dealer to king of war

Jorgia had seen Jorgensen's photos and knew that this guy was Norwegian and had served in the Norwegian army, so he was familiar with the area around the Baltic Sea.

When Jorgensen was dragged in front of Qiao Jia, there was no trace of blood on the guy's face...

As a victim, Qiao Jia looked at Jorgensen curiously and said: "I am particularly curious about you...

You have no parents, no marriage, no family, but you have nine children...

The support you pay every year will make many men feel chills down their backs just looking at it.

But I'm curious, why do you think there's no need to pay for framing P·B? "

Jorgensen knelt on the ground, holding his head with blood on his hands, looking up at Boss Qiao with a playful expression...

"The people from the Lake Baikal Foundation should have given you my information. If you were me, what would you choose?"

Qiao Jia shook his head slightly and said: "If I were you, I would put aside my greed and tell them to go fuck themselves...

Your three ex-wives took away most of your fucking fortune, and you still have to pay sky-high alimony every year. You're not afraid of any of this, so why are you afraid of those people?

Man, don't tell me those people are going to threaten you with your family...

They must all be bastards, but they can also be considered wealthy bastards with style. Some of them are people who are willing to sacrifice their lives. There is no need to spend too much thought on you...

After all, greed is the cause! "

As Qiao Jia looked at Jorgensen's dim eyes, he waved his hand and said, "I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense to you..."

You're dead, you said you had information that I was interested in, now you can say it.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t say it, I don’t care!

If I kill you all, the grudge between me and the Lake Baikal Foundation will be settled...

Look, your death is worthless! "

After speaking, Qiao Jia pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Jorgensen's head...

"Give you a minute..."

Jorgensen lowered his head and was silent for a while, then took out a small notebook, tore out a page and handed it to Dorian, then looked at Qiao Jia and said: "This is my Swiss bank account, which contains 65 million Swiss francs…

Help me get this money into the hands of my youngest son! "

Qiao Jia turned his head and glanced at the note in Dorian's hand. He suddenly felt very funny...

"Do I look particularly talkative?"

Jorgensen shook his head and said: "If I die, the money will be cheaper for the bank!

Let me tell you some news that interests you. If you think it will be useful to you, please help me put the money into the hands of my son.

If you think it's useless, just donate it to charity..."

Qiao Jia nodded slightly after hearing this...

He admires this kind of person, even if he faces the worst situation, he will try his best to achieve the best result.

If he were a miser, the money would be cheaper for the bank, but if he does this, it doesn't matter what his son will get in the end. At least Boss Joe won't let him suffer too much after collecting his money.

And once Qiaojia's attitude relaxes, he hopes to strive for better results.

This is a real smart guy!

Jorgensen saw that Qiao Jia's expression was slightly relaxed, and he suddenly said at a very fast speed: "We placed a bomb on the North Stream Pipeline in April, and the detonation mode of the bomb was through a special electronic signal.

They will detonate bombs to cut off Beixi at 8 o'clock this morning. There are still six hours until 8 o'clock. If you want to solve the trouble in Beixi, it's still too late!

My people are all good divers, they can..."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Jia put down his gun and shook his head and said, "You still don't understand the relationship here. Do you really think that destroying Beixi is some kind of conspiracy?

Man, except for the part where I took the blame, all the action surrounding Nord Stream was a conspiracy in the service of politics.

Do you really think I can protect Beixi, which is hundreds of kilometers long? Are you kidding me?

Do you really think Daou will care?

Even if you blow up a section of pipeline and there is something really wrong with Nord Stream, do you think it will be difficult to repair it?

From the standpoint of Russia, once Beixi explodes, the Prussian emperor can generously cut off the natural gas to Europe, thereby putting pressure on them and completely uniting other voices in the country.

Do you really think the Lake Baikal Foundation needs someone to take the blame?

No, they don't care at all, because even if everyone knew they did it, no official would judge them?

The real unlucky thing is Europe, Germany, who is caught in the middle. They will not even dare to repair Beixi when the time comes, because this is a whip slapped on them by the United States, and it is a very severe warning!

Guys, the meaning of your existence is to throw dirty water on P·B through your identity as a fatal strike group employee, not to disrupt the world structure by destroying Beixi as you imagined...

In fact, in the CIA's plan, this work should be done by SBS on the British side. This is the certificate of surrender they asked Britain to hand over. "

As he spoke, Qiao Jia looked at Jorgensen's suddenly widened eyes. He glanced at the controlled guys curiously, suddenly laughed and said: "Don't tell me there is SBS among your men...

Let me guess, did something go wrong when your people planted the bomb?

For example, some equipment is lost or something like that..."

When Jorgensen heard this, he lowered his head dejectedly...

"So that's it, that's it..."

As he spoke, Jorgensen looked up at Joga and said tiredly: "According to your statement, those who came to participate in the Gotland landing battle were all their die-hard allies.

Now they should have sent the video of P·B massacring those soldiers to their allies...

Regardless of whether you can win in the end, you have made enemies with important ruling factions in more than a dozen countries!

Even if you win, you can't defeat them, because those people's allies can send what happens here to the outside world at any time, destroying the legitimacy of P·B! "

After hearing this, Qiao Jia sneered and said: "Why can't you Europeans always get rid of the zero-sum game thinking?

Do you think I will destroy the Baiga Foundation if I win?

No!

What I want to fight for is the right to develop freely in accordance with the current laws. I want to correct some unreasonable aspects under the big rules they established...

They acquiesce to my existence, and I will even defend them in some aspects and maintain the existing rules!

Man, there are a lot of people who know what's going on here, a lot of them, but I bet not a single one of them would give me a hard time over a dead man.

Those things you imagined do not exist at all, there is no conspiracy theory at all, this is just a choice to condense a long political confrontation into a duel..."

Jorgensen, who felt that the world was collapsing, looked at Qiao Jia and said in disbelief: "This is impossible!

According to what you said, you gained too little from this duel..."

Qiao Jia looked at Jorgensen with admiration and said: "I got a lot of things, a lot...

I just told you, but you don’t understand..."

As he spoke, the moment Jorgensen showed a desperate expression, Qiao Jia raised his hand and pulled the trigger...

There was a "bang" gunshot, and the bullet penetrated Jorgensen's head, taking away a piece of the back of his head...

Looking at the controlled Jorgensen men, Qiao Jia waved his hand and said: "Give them a good time..."

Dorian covered his eyes, approached the boss as if he couldn't bear to look, and said, "Boss, you spent so much money fighting this war, what did you gain?"

Qiao Jia smiled and said: "I got a good result..."

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During the fierce battle on Gotland, inside the Warriors base in Kismayo, Somalia...

A Falcon rocket has been placed on the launch pad...

Nice, who was supposed to stay in Sangha Town, appears here...

A dozen well-dressed middle-aged and elderly Jews were escorted under the launch pad...

The moment the soldier put the noose around the necks of those people, Nice pressed a button to turn the winch connected to the noose...

"At the same time, the Exploration Department, let them launch the lunar exploration spacecraft before these people stink..."

Niss, who was in an extremely bad mood as he spoke, glanced at Antar beside him and said, "Who else needs to be hanged?"

Antar looked at the murderous Nice, held her arm comfortingly, and said: "When the people from the Lake Baiga Foundation handed them over, it meant that they had almost given up...

You don’t have to worry too much…”

Nice waved his hand and said: "I'm not worried, I just can't sit still, I need to find something to do..."

As he spoke, Nice looked at the lawyer Qory Amon next to him and said: "Prepare the plane. I am going to Tobruk. The National Army is preparing to negotiate with the people of the militia government. I will go and have a look..."

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In a building in Manhattan, New York...

With a bright smile on her face, Monica watched as a group of Indians hung a dozen Haredi and several big names who often appeared on TV from the ceiling...

Seeing several big shots standing on chairs, begging and scolding, Monica hugged the Indian girl she had 'bought', kissed her on the face, and looked at the time: "I have to go to bed. For an hour, you are responsible for watching them..."

The Indian punk girl looked at the female boss in front of her with some fear and said: "Madam, we really want to fish them to death..."

Among them are a senator, two congressmen, and two Israeli diplomats...

Something will happen! "

Monica pinched the punk girl's chin and said with a smile: "Do you know about the Edward Foundation?"

The punk girl shook her head...

Monica smiled and said: "It's normal for you not to know, and there is no need to know in the future. They are part of them, and they are the trophies my boss obtained through the duel..."

As she said this, the eldest sister turned around and walked out, while touching her waist that had gained some weight recently with some worry, she said: "I have made an appointment with the spa, you stay here and wait for my call...

Remember to take photos. I will take their photos to get some of the remaining accounts back. "

The punk girl was especially afraid of the neurotic Monica. She said with evasive eyes: "Madam, what should I do with their bodies?"

Monica walked to the door, turned back and blew a kiss to the punk girl, and said: "Of course, call the police and let the police handle it. They will find a good reason for these people to hang themselves collectively!

That's part of the victory..."

As she spoke, Monica glanced at her watch again and said, "Well, it should be part of the results of the upcoming victory..."

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