King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

How many steps are there to rob a bank?

Step one, walk into the bank!

Step two, make the bank open the vault door!

Step three, take away all the valuable items inside the vault!

Step four, make a safe getaway!

Of course, robbing a bank is much more complicated in reality, and Citibank is more of a financial group rather than just a bank; their main business is not savings.

The headquarters of Citibank in New York is large in scale, but actually, there's very little cash stored here.

For someone like Joe Ga, robbing one hundred institutions like Citibank is not as valuable as letting Gami invest money in the financial market.

However, while Citibank itself holds no inherent value, engaging with the Bolton Family here can draw everyone's attention.

Once everyone is attracted by the battle at Citibank, they will ignore other places...

Joe Ga loudly ordered 'Jackal' to position a few of the Big Beard soldiers at the bank entrance, then he led Dorian and the others, storming out of the bank doors and sprinting sideways under covering fire for a dozen meters into the lobby of Fair Building.

At this moment, the security inside the building was also fully prepared...

This is because the Fair Building not only houses Citibank's financial investment department but also hundreds of financial studios and other financial service companies, all relying on Citibank.

These companies hold substantial capital, conducting financial securitization transactions on Citibank's platform.

There's nothing tangible to rob inside, but the elite working in there are America's top-tier professionals. Saying they are all millionaires might be an exaggeration, but the average net worth of people in the building is definitely 5 million.

If something were to happen to these people, the consequences would be very severe.

When Joe Ga rushed into Fair Building's interior, he saw a few security guards nervously raising their Remingtons and pistols. He raised his hand to indicate no ill intent and then shouted, "You hold the door, find someone to guide me, someone will be coming in from the other side of Fair Building..."

A black security chief in a suit, nervously holding a gun, shouted, "Who are you?"

Joe Ga removed the goggles from his face and said, "I'm P.B.'s Hu Lang, these are my guys...

If you don't believe me..."

As he spoke, Joe Ga raised a radio and said, "I have New York police's radio, do you need me to get them to vouch for me?"

The black security chief hesitated and glanced at his side, saying, "sir, then please prove it to me..."

Joe Ga glared angrily at the uncooperative security chief, then pressed the radio and said, "This is Hu Lang, I need to speak with your superiors...

Inside Fair Building, 'Ladder of Light' snipers are already aiming at my shooters, forcing my shooters to yield the front battlefield to gunmen who pursued on foot from Sculpture Park; they opted not to assault Citibank head-on but instead circled towards the other side of Fair Building...

I now need to go to the other side to stop them from entering the building, but the security here is stopping me.

Our time is short, once they break into the building and take the personnel inside as hostages, a lot of trouble will follow..."

As if to prove Joe Ga's words, on the road to the east side of Fair Building, gunmen from the Bolton Family and the blocking police clashed, then these well-trained ex-soldiers used ferocious firepower to easily repel the police obstruction, rushing inside the building and engaging with the building's security...

Everything happened too quickly; the New York police couldn't possibly arrange a comprehensive setup in time, and no matter how much they called for reinforcements, some mysterious force kept delaying the arrival of backup.

Normally, many companies on Wall Street would be frantically calling for help, but apart from Citibank which blew up New York police's phones, other companies aside from their staff constantly calling the police, those financial group executives collectively fell into silence...

In theory, at this point, not only SWAT, but even New York FBI's HRT and the National Guard's special forces should be at least on their way.

As a result, apart from a SWAT team blocked several blocks away and had to walk their way, none of the strong forces were seen.

Only wave upon wave of patrol officers converged towards the southwest corner of Fair Building, the street where Wall Street Stock Exchange is located, because the Stock Exchange cannot afford any mishaps, and Citibank indeed drew all their attention.

In their mind, blocking this one point would control several directions.

Not until the Bolton Family's men attacked from another direction into Fair Building did the police realize they should have surrounded the entire building to prevent those mad gunmen from causing any horrendous damage.

The police's tactical efficiency was far inferior to these ex-soldiers who live off the battlefield...

Joe Ga was actually counting on police at the southeast corner to hold them for a while, but they just walked in...

Facing Joe Ga's call, after a burst of static noise on the radio, a deep male voice came through...

"This is the New York Police Commissioner, Frank Reagan, please confirm your identity..."

Joe Ga was taken aback, irritatedly saying, "The radio in your hand was dropped by my guys for you, I'm P.B.'s Hu Lang, how the hell do you want me to prove it?"

On the other end of the radio, Frank spoke in a heavy tone, "Video call!

sir, we are now encountering a very serious problem, I can't afford any mistakes!

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Joe Ga was taken aback by Frank's bureaucratic demeanor. He heard gunfire coming from the far end of the building, so he waved to the Black security guard and said, "I'm not leaving, but can you have someone take my three guys over there to support?"

Your men only earn $20 an hour; do you think they can stop those madmen?"

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at the still hesitant guard. He angrily dialed a video call, cursing, "Why the hell aren't you thinking? If those people start shooting inside the building and someone dies, what consequences will you face?"

"The people on Wall Street will sue you for professional negligence for the rest of your life, and you'll never find a job again..."

The Black guard stared at 'Knight Joe's' influencer face, hesitated for less than five seconds, then finally nodded to a young colleague beside him who looked excited: "Johnny, you're in charge of leading the way..."

Johnny clearly had a strong sense of heroism. After receiving the order, he looked at the terrifying Rhino...

Shocked by Rhino's bloodthirsty gaze, Johnny turned to the notably more approachable Ronnie and waved, calling out, "Follow me..."

As the Rhino trio left, Boss Joe's video call was also connected...

Watching the stern-faced curly-haired Irish white elder man look at him with a worried expression in the call, Joe Ga impatiently said, "Alright, now you see me. Do you need me to send you a genetic report to prove I am who I am?"

New York Police Commissioner Frank stared at Joe Ga's face for a few seconds, finally nodded, and said, "The current situation is very urgent. What do you want?"

Joe Ga laughed angrily and pointed at his nose in disbelief, saying, "You're actually asking me what I need?

I'm trying to protect the Fair Building and the people inside, and you're asking what I need?

I need a special forces unit, and I need it now. Do you have one?"

Sitting in the bulletproof command vehicle, Frank painfully rubbed his nose bridge and said, "Hu Lang, the whole thing is related to you..."

Joe Ga paused for a moment, then said, "I'm on American soil; I am the attacked party, and I'm retaliating passively. Meanwhile, I'm trying to save more lives.

As the police, you aren't condemning those who attacked me, yet you're trying to evade responsibility at this time?"

Joe Ga shook his head disappointedly and said, "OK, I'll go back to the Citibank lobby. At least there, I won't make any more mistakes, and I can buy you more time.

You can handle those 'Ladder of Light' lunatics, can't you?"

Frank had a grave expression and said, "Hu Lang, they're not 'Ladder of Light' people..."

Joe Ga paused, frowned, and said, "How do you know? Did 'Ladder of Light' call you, showing their Boys Scout cookies swearing they're not their people?

You were just asking me to prove I am who I am, and now you're telling me. Do you have any evidence that it's not Ladder of Light who attacked me?

There's a sniper hidden inside the Fair Building; they almost took me out; otherwise, I would have joined your police force.

You say they're not 'Ladder of Light' assassins, who are they?"

Frank said with a troubled expression, "It's Tim Bolton, the second son of Old Bolton, the major shareholder of the Deadly Strike Group. He died in an explosion a few days ago.

Hu Lang, it's an internal conflict within the Deadly Strike Group..."

Joe Ga squinted at Frank and said, "You've been avoiding the 'Ladder of Light' issue all along...

You won't mention that 'Ladder of Light' is the one who blew up Old Bolton, ignoring the current tense situation, trying to steer the matter toward internal conflict...

Hmm, let me guess, do you have ties with 'Ladder of Light'?

How much did they pay you?

I remind you, from now on everything you say must be extremely cautious because they will be scrutinized by billions of netizens..."

Frank didn't expect Boss Joe to be so unforgiving; he sighed heavily with a grim expression and said, "I have no ties with 'Ladder of Light,' but 10 minutes ago, 'Ladder of Light' called me.

They told me the sniper inside Fair Building isn't their person...

If we don't believe it, they will send assassins to join the fight..."

Frank said excitedly, "Hu Lang, I don't know what exactly happened, but things can't continue to be chaotic...

You all are right at the financial center on Wall Street; any problem here will be magnified a hundred times...

Let's take down those chasing you, and let everything stop!

I promise, as long as you're willing to cooperate with me, all 80,000 police officers in New York State will stand by you. If 'Ladder of Light' doesn't withdraw the bounty on you, I'll personally take people to visit their church every day..."

Joe Ga paused, nodded, and said, "OK, what do you want me to do?

Sir, now you're asking for my cooperation, right?

Is there any problem with the New York police sending a contract to New Jersey Farm?"