Chapter 22: 22 No experience

The woman's reaction caught Joe Ga off guard. He had thought that this method would make her feel ashamed, but to his surprise, the woman briskly stripped herself completely, without even leaving her underwear on, and stood bare in front of Joe Ga.

Sensing Joe Ga's slight stupefaction, the woman's facial lines softened a bit, and then in a very low voice, she said, "I am a United Nations worker, please don't kill me."

Seeing the woman assume such a vulnerable look, Joe Ga shook his head and said, "Pick up your underwear and give it a good shake..."

The woman crouched down in an awkward position, seemingly trying hard to cover up but to no avail.

After a few seconds of hesitation, realizing that Joe Ga was unmoved, she picked up her panties and bra and shook them vigorously, at the same time turning her wrist to show Joe Ga the front and back of her underwear.

"Put them on."

Seeing how cooperative the woman was, Joe Ga glanced around, grabbed a roll of grey duct tape from above a cabinet, and tossed it to her, saying, "Seal your mouth."

The woman, somewhat reluctant, tore off a piece of tape and said, "Who are you, we can talk.

Don't hurt me, I can give you whatever you want, the consequences of kidnapping a United Nations officer are very serious."

As she spoke, seeing Joe Ga remain unmoved, she struggled with conflict in her eyes and sealed her own mouth with the tape. Just as she stretched out her hands to signal that Joe Ga could tie her up, Joe Ga pulled the trigger...

"Pfft Pfft," two muffled sounds, and the woman let out a pained grunt, shot in both shoulders, she collapsed onto the large bed in the room.

The subsonic bullet entered just below her collarbone, ripped through muscle tissue, and lodged in her shoulder blade, remaining inside her body.

This kind of pain is hard for most people to imagine; the woman, now powerless in both arms, was like being jabbed in the shoulder with a red-hot iron rod. She twitched like a shrimp on the bed for a bit, burying her head between the pillows and letting out an excruciating nasal whimper.

At that moment, she still knew she couldn't make too much noise, or she would certainly be dead.

Now, Joe Ga relaxed a bit, holstered his pistol, and rummaged through the room. To his delight, he discovered about 15 kilograms of gold and roughly $400,000 in cash from a suitcase.

He stored the gold in the Omnipotent Toolbox and packed the cash into a backpack. Then, he went over to the corpse of the tall bodyguard, picked up the briefcase, and looked inside.

It contained a stack of photocopied documents in Arabic, a few passports, some US dollars, and a handgun.

Joe Ga's understanding of spoken and written Arabic was not bad, but he only recognized a few characters.

He stuffed everything from the briefcase into the backpack, and only then did he walk over to the woman's side. Turning the woman over, who was now in so much pain that she had completely lost her strength, he looked at her and said, "Sorry, I'm not very good at fighting, and you agents in the movies are all so skilled, I had to be a little cautious."

As he spoke, Joe Ga took out a tube of confiscated morphine and said, "Stay quiet, and I can make your pain stop, then you behave and leave with me, okay?"

The woman, wishing she could crack open Joe Ga's head to see what on earth was inside, thought,

Who says spies and special agents have to be invincible experts? Most of us are clerical staff with little opportunity to shoot!

Seeing the woman, in so much pain that she was nearly fainting, nod vigorously, Joe Ga broke open the makeshift syringe and injected the morphine into her shoulder.

As the woman released a climax-like nasal moan a few seconds after the morphine injection, Joe Ga nodded slightly and said, "Come with me. Don't make too much noise. I don't want to kill you. Can we just get along peacefully?"

The woman looked at Joe Ga as if he were a ghost but eventually nodded...

Seeing the other party's cooperation, Joe Ga stood up contentedly and turned the room upside down, then packed up all the weapons and valuables from the bodies, hoping that the staged scene would buy some time.

He then supported the woman with weak knees and stealthily crossed the balcony to get into the off-road vehicle.

Still not at ease, Joe Ga used duct tape to tightly bind the woman's legs, also sticking it over her eyes to make her lay in the back seat like a dead fish. He then took out two hemostatic bandages and applied them to the woman's shoulders to prevent her from bleeding to death.

As a female spy, she had never seen someone this cautious in her life.

Her arms immobilized, he treated her as if she was a flood or savage beast. Was this man even human?

Unaware of the woman's thoughts, Joe Ga took the driver's seat, put on his wireless earpiece, and said softly, "Bro, have you found that guy yet?"

Karman felt a bit odd at being called 'Bro' by Joe Ga all of a sudden. He fell silent for a few seconds, then with a hoarse voice said softly, "He's here, four of them, all armed. It's going to be tough to take him alive."

Joe Ga had roughly figured out the situation. To be honest, he didn't hate that Xiluk man as much anymore. As part of the disadvantaged group in South SD, he was just struggling to survive.

But how does that saying go, "You must be trustworthy in the underworld"? The moment that guy betrayed Joe Ga, he should have been marked for death because without the deterrence, an arms dealer's business cannot continue.

"Then kill them. I'll drive the car and wait for you on the road. Make it quick~"

The moment Joe Ga's words ended, a low grunt came through the radio, followed by a sound like a whistle, which was the sound of a throat being slashed open.

Knowing that Karman had started to move, Joe Ga immediately drove onto the main road and stopped outside the Xiluk Leather Store.

Within just two minutes, Karman emerged from the door carrying a black plastic bag, ghost-like in his appearance. S~eaʀᴄh the NôᴠeFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Seeing Joe Ga had switched cars, Karman paused, then opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, asking, "We're not using our old car anymore? There's a lot of stuff in it."

Looking at the blood-covered Karman, Joe Ga smacked his lips and said, "OK, then let's go get the stuff. All those are your trophies."

Karman, watching Joe Ga start the car, cheerfully said, "No, they are our shared trophies."

As he spoke, Karman took out a small calfskin pouch from his pocket and placed it on the dashboard, saying, "I took this from that Xiluk bastard, about 2 kilograms of gold dust.

You're the boss, so you take the lion's share of the trophies, since you killed more people than I did."

Joe Ga parked the car next to their previous pickup, opened the trunk to signal Karman to get busy, and then realized he had indeed killed many people today. It was just that Karman's brutality had overshadowed his own accomplishments.

Shooting people with a gun feels completely different from killing them with a knife!

Seeing Karman toss the black plastic bag underneath the passenger seat, Joe Ga peered at the busy Karman and said, "What's in there?"

As Karman carefully organized the arsenal in the trunk without looking up, he replied, "It's that Xiluk bastard's head…"

Joe Ga swallowed his saliva, annoyed, and said, "Shit, why did you bring that thing back with you?"

Karman quickly tidied up the trunk and got back into the passenger seat. Opening the plastic bag and revealing the head inside, he said, "How else am I going to prove I killed him?"

Joe Ga licked his dry lips and nodded, saying, "You know, you make a damn good point!"