King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 383 - 368: Big Scene, Shooting Prodigy

What could a group of young graduates from Langley Center achieve with the resources of the FBI, DEA, and the Department of Justice at their disposal?

In just one day, Tony and his team had locked onto two high-value targets. Experience exclusive tales on novelbuddy

They also categorized everyone coming in and out of that warehouse, relying on the FBI’s extensive criminal database; as long as Tony and his team could find a frontal shot of a guy, all his information was gathered.

Spouses, children, addresses, phone numbers, probation officers’ numbers, and even relatives in Mexico were all thoroughly investigated.

If their attack target had been a Terrorist Organization, what they would have to do now is to sift through these detailed profiles and figure out how to turn one or several individuals into Undercover agents or internal support during the operation.

With support from the Department of Justice, authorizations for electronic surveillance, arrest warrants, and search warrants, even blank judicial transaction authorizations for tainted witnesses were sent over like snowflakes.

Joe Ga got a bit carried away by such ’professional’ actions; across from Monica Seaside Manor, he rented a vacant villa and had Tony and his team set up an electronic command center.

FBI’s Cooper was in great spirits for having kept his job, and the move against the Sinaloa Money Vault seemed to herald a ’fresh start’ for him to shine anew.

After discovering Joe Ga’s massive moves, he took the initiative to pull an incredibly powerful internet line for Tony and his team, then had his people coordinate with them, resulting in a ’Joint Operation Command’ formed by active FBI technicians and ’retired’ CIA technicians.

After Cooper spent a few hours in this ’Joint Command’, he didn’t want to leave.

To be honest, Cooper thought he had never been treated so well.

Living in a villa wasn’t a big deal, nor was eating luxurious buffets delivered from grand hotels, but what really made Cooper envy was the full cooperation from the Department of Justice.

The FBI has always been an enforcement agency; when they want to wiretap someone, they need a judge’s authorization. Without it, such evidence won’t be admissible in court.

But now, Joe Ga didn’t even need to go through the procedures; a simple phone call to Minister Dachi of the Justice Department provided him with a federal judge’s number, followed by marshals with various blank warrants knocking on the door.

That’s because among the suspects Tony and his team identified, several were fugitives, and most of the others were criminals who needed to report regularly to their probation officers.

The marshals had their own performance indicators to meet annually, and with corruption issues among some probation officers, these cases were all worthy achievements.

Joe Ga initially just wanted to test Tony and his team’s abilities, mostly he was just looking to have some fun.

But he possessed a talent for leveraging a single point to move a vast network.

Some of these things even became Joe Ga’s subconscious choices…

The money vault was just there, the operation had already been decided, but as Tony and their investigation went on, as the identities of the drug traffickers within revealed, Joe Ga began to realize their value.

Had anyone else been in charge, they would have been keen to hog all the credit, but Joe Ga had no such need.

He would instinctively let go of the benefits he couldn’t pull in himself, attracting more people to join the cause.

Then, a raid on the Sinaloa Money Vault gradually escalated into a major crackdown on the Los Angeles drug trafficking network.

The key lay in the two high-value targets that Tony and his team had locked onto; as electronic and human surveillance deepened, a corner of Los Angeles’s terminal drug trafficking network was uncovered.

Although Cooper had some reservations about Joe Ga turning an operation into something so big that so many were involved, he admitted he lacked the ability and motivation to organize such a large-scale coordination effort.

And oddly enough, although the situation seemed ’out of control’, the scale and achievements had been magnified.

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Even stranger was that Joe Ga and his formidable warriors didn’t do anything; they just sent out 5 young people who had previously been at risk of going to jail…

They were responsible for using technology to categorize and surveil targets, DEA agents took turns following them, the FBI provided technical support, the Department of Justice provided judicial support, a bunch of federal marshals who couldn’t help much took over the witness protection, and Joe Ga…

Joe Ga, puffing on a thick cigar, stood in the backyard of Monica Seaside Manor, teaching the little girl Adel to shoot.

The little girl was only 8 years old, but due to long-term malnutrition and respiratory illness, she appeared very thin and small.

Intentionally dressing in a plaid shirt, jeans, leather boots, and a cowboy hat, Joe Ga transformed into a Texan father, taking Adel to an outdoor gear shop and buying several .22 caliber pistols suitable for children.

This sort of thing was quite common among Americans, the type you see in videos where someone shoots a thief a dozen times, and after being resuscitated, the thief still ends up going to prison—a ’bird gun’.

With low recoil, easy to control, cheap ammunition, it’s suitable for all ages…

Joe Ga set a table near the fence, then lined up beer bottles close together to make it easy for the little girl to build confidence.

Once everything was set up, he waved to Nis, then gave a thumbs up to Adel, who had a gun hanging on her, and said, "OK, let’s begin, you can do it."

Nis was in a great mood; she squatted down beside Adel, adjusted the gun holster by her thigh, and helped her turned her cap backward to prevent it from blocking her view.

Then Nis squatted behind Adel, gently pressing her shoulders and said, "Don’t be nervous, it’s very simple, just like the moves I taught you before…"

Joe Ga walked to the side, pulled out an old-fashioned revolver from his thigh, spun it around a few times, blew a non-existent cloud of gun smoke away, tapped the brim of his cowboy hat with the barrel, and then, in a low Eastwood-style tone, deliberately lowering his voice, he said, "Adel, believe in yourself. You will be a great cowboy.

All those are the wounds you’ve experienced in the past. Shatter them, and you’ll be able to break free from them..."

Adel looked up at the tall figure of Joe Ga and realized that her foster father was fully immersed in role-playing. The little girl turned to glance at Nis, with a smile rippling across her face, her big eyes narrowing into two curved crescents...

"Thank you!"

Having said that, Adel pulled out the sport pistol from her waist, then yanked a magazine from her belt and shoved it into the handle. After loading the chamber, she began firing continuously at the targets Joe Ga had set up...

’Pop pop pop pop...’

Under Joe Ga’s astonished gaze, Adel’s eight bullets hit eight beer bottles.

Though Joe Ga had lined up the bottles together, managing to keep the barrel within a 20-centimeter (about 8 inches) vertical range was an incredible achievement for a newbie.

New shooters have a problem with controlling the rhythm of firing.

Adel had this issue too; she seemed almost desperate to empty all the bullets from the gun as quickly as possible.

And Joe Ga could clearly feel that Adel’s wrist strength wasn’t great; the .22 sport pistol in her hand jumped violently.

But what was astonishing was that the girl’s wrist was like a spring, and its coordination with her index finger was excellent...

Every time the bullet fired and the barrel kicked up, Adel’s index finger would wait for the barrel to return to its original position before pulling the trigger again.

In Joe Ga’s view, to shoot like a pro using a beginner’s rhythm was considered ’extraordinarily talented’, even for a 10-meter target.

Ordinary people might not understand, but Joe Ga clearly felt that Adel possessed a natural sense of shooting rhythm.

She might make the typical newbie mistakes, but this strange sense of rhythm compensated for her shortcomings.

A newbie scoring eight hits out of eight shots was truly astonishing, leaving Joe Ga, who had intended to give her some pointers, somewhat at a loss on where to start.

Since he was self-taught and had developed his shooting rhythm purely through practice, he wasn’t very strict about formal techniques.

Now, Adel’s shooting rhythm seemed even better than his, which was both unbelievable and slightly frustrating for Joe Ga.

Just when Joe Ga was scratching his head, trying to think of something to say, Nis took the initiative to correct Adel’s gun-holding stance, adjusted her shoulders, arms, and feet, and then gestured for her to try again...

"Pop pop pop..." Another eight consecutive shots.

This time, besides the first one, all of the bullets hit the wall.

Seeing Nis patiently encouraging a slightly disappointed Adel not to lose heart, Joe Ga chuckled, shook his head, and walked over. He grabbed Adel and jogged around the yard with her. When she started to pant heavily, under Nis’s reproachful gaze, he brought her back to the shooting position...

Without letting her catch her breath, Joe Ga said with a grin, pointing at the distant targets, "Don’t panic, forget everything else, just shoot them..."

Adel was very obedient. Even though the excessive exercise made her uncomfortable, she still drew her gun, chambered a magazine, and aimed at the target before pulling the trigger...

"Pop pop pop..."

"Bang bang bang..."

With rapid gunfire, the eight beer bottles exploded one after another...

Joe Ga, seeing the look of surprise on Nis’s face, laughed heartily, swept her up into his arms for a spin, and said, "This might just be ’gun sense’. I don’t really understand it either, but I sometimes just know how I should shoot.

I can’t describe that feeling, but when I hold a gun, I know it’s active.

Adel must have a similar sensation. Haha, Devil Bird, maybe in a few months, Adel will be better than you with a pistol. You might need to step it up a bit."

After speaking, Joe Ga reminded Adel to check the chamber and eject the magazine, then ruffled her hair and said, "You’re a natural shooter, let’s not bother with the formal stuff.

I bet that as long as you practice diligently, you’ll find a unique rhythm that’s all your own.

Don’t rush it, and don’t deliberately slow down. Just let your focus follow the movement of the barrel, and then you’ll become the best shooter."

Having finished, Joe Ga saw a faintly disappointed look on Nis’s face. He walked over, wrapped his arms around her, and said with a smile, "Don’t be disheartened. We’re just quick on the draw, but you shoot far.

You can teach her to use a rifle, but with a pistol, haha..."

While Joe Ga playfully teased Nis, Gino, the buck-toothed boy, came running over, dressed in a flashy FBI jacket. He first excitedly hugged his sister, then gave Joe Ga a military salute and said, "Boss, Tony and the others have bought back everything you wanted, and they’ve made a new discovery..."