Joe Ga had seen Jorgensen's photos, and he knew this guy was Norwegian and had served in Norway's army, so he was familiar with the Baltic Sea region.
When Jorgensen was dragged in front of Joe Ga, his face was completely pale...
As a victim, Joe Ga curiously looked at Jorgensen and said, "I'm particularly curious about you...
You have no parents, no marriage, no family, yet you have nine children...
The alimony you pay each year would make many men shiver.
But I'm curious, how did you think framing P·B wouldn't come at a price?"
Jorgensen, kneeling on the ground, held his blood-stained head with both hands and looked up at Joe, whose expression was playful...
"The people from Lake Belga Foundation should have given you my information. If you were me, what would you choose?"
Joe Ga gently shook his head and said, "If I were you, I'd let go of greed and tell them to go screw themselves...
You've already lost most of your fortune to three ex-wives, and you still have to pay exorbitant alimony each year. You're not afraid of these things, but you're afraid of those people?
Buddy, don't tell me that those people will threaten you with your family...
They're surely bastards, but they are wealthy bastards with style, who can afford to hire people and don't need to spend much effort on you...
Ultimately, it's greed that's driving you!"
Joe Ga watched Jorgensen's dim eyes, waved his hand, and said, "I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense with you...
You're doomed. You said you had information I'm interested in, now you can tell me.
If you don't want to talk, it doesn't matter. I don't care!
Once I get rid of you all, the grudges with Lake Belga Foundation will be settled...
See, your death is worthless!"
With that, Joe Ga drew his pistol and pointed it at Jorgensen's head...
"You have one minute..."
Jorgensen lowered his head in silence for a while, then took out a small notebook, tore out a page, and handed it to Dorian, then looked at Joe Ga and said, "This is my Swiss Bank account, containing 65 million Swiss francs...
Help me ensure this money gets to my youngest son!"
Joe Ga glanced at the note in Dorian's hand, suddenly finding it quite amusing...
"Do I seem particularly easy to talk to?"
Jorgensen shook his head and said, "If I die, this money will just go to the bank!
I'll tell you something you might be interested in; if you find it useful, please make sure this money reaches my son's hands.
If you think it's useless, then consider it a donation to charity..."
Joe Ga nodded slightly after listening...
He appreciated such people, who try to strive for the best outcome even in the worst scenarios.
A penny-pinching person would let the bank take the money, but by doing this, no matter what his son ultimately gets, at least after Joe Ga takes his money, he won't suffer too much.
And once Joe Ga's attitude softens, he has hope of achieving a better outcome.
This is truly a smart man!
Jorgensen saw a slight softening in Joe Ga's expression, and suddenly, in a rapid tone, said, "In April, we placed bombs on the Nord Stream Pipeline with a special electronic signal detonation mode.
They plan to detonate the bombs at 8 a.m. today, cutting off Nord Stream. There are six hours left until eight, so if you want to resolve Nord Stream's issues, there's still time!
My people are skilled divers; they can..."
Upon hearing this, Joe Ga lowered his gun, shook his head, and said, "You still haven't understood the relationship here; do you really think damaging Nord Stream is some kind of conspiracy?
Buddy, aside from the part where I'm the scapegoat, all actions surrounding Nord Stream serve political purposes openly.
Do you really think I can protect the several hundred kilometers long Nord Stream? Are you kidding?
Do you really think Russia cares?
Even if you destroy a section of the pipeline and Nord Stream encounters issues, do you think repairing it will be difficult?
From Russia's standpoint, if Nord Stream is bombed, then Emperor Pu can boldly cut off the gas supply to Europe, using this to apply pressure and completely unite the other voices domestically.
Do you really think Lake Belga Foundation needs someone to take the blame?
No, they simply don't care because even if everyone knows they did it, no official authority will try them?
The ones truly in trouble are Europe and Germany, who at that time won't even dare to repair Nord Stream, because this is America whipping them, a very stern warning!
Buddy, your existence is mainly about smearing P·B by being tagged as deadly strikers, not your delusion of shaking the world order by wrecking Nord Stream...
In CIA's plans, this job was supposed to be done by England's SBS as a pledge they demanded from England."
With that, Joe Ga looked at Jorgensen's suddenly wide eyes, curiously glanced at those controlled guys, and suddenly laughed, saying, "Don't tell me your team has SBS...
Let me guess, did your people encounter some problems while placing the bombs?
Like losing some equipment, or something..."
Upon hearing this, Jorgensen despondently lowered his head...
"So that's how it is, so that's how it is..."
Jorgensen looked up at Joe Ga, and wearily said, "According to you, those participating in the Gotland Island landing battle are all their staunch allies.
They must have already sent the video of P.B massacring those soldiers to their allies...
No matter if you win in the end or not, you've made enemies with important ruling parties in over a dozen countries!
Even if you win, you won't defeat them, because their allies can send what's happening here to the outside world anytime, destroying P.B's legal status!"
Joe Ga smirked and said, "Why do you Europeans always seem stuck in zero-sum game thinking?
You think if I win, I'll destroy the Lake Belga Foundation?
No!
What I'm fighting for is the right to develop freely according to existing laws; I want to correct certain unreasonable parts under the grand rules they've established...
They silently approve my existence, I might even maintain them in certain aspects, uphold the existing rules!
Buddy, many, many people know what's happening here, but I bet not a single one will hold a grudge against me for the dead.
The things you imagine simply don't exist, there's no conspiracy theory, it's merely the choice of condensing a prolonged political duel into one confrontation..."
Jorgensen, feeling like his world was collapsing, looked at Joe Ga incredulously and said, "That's impossible!
According to you, you've gained too little from this duel..."
Joe Ga looked at Jorgensen with a hint of admiration, and said, "I've gained a lot, a lot...
It's just, even if I told you, you wouldn't understand..."
Seeing Jorgensen's face turn to despair, Joe Ga raised his hand and pulled the trigger...
With a "bang" sound, a bullet pierced through Jorgensen's skull, blowing off a piece of the back of his head...
Looking at Jorgensen's subdued subordinates, Joe Ga waved his hand and said, "Give them a swift end..."
Dorian covered his eyes, posed as if he couldn't bear to watch, and approached the boss, saying, "Boss, you spent so much money on this battle, what have you gained?"
Joe Ga laughed and said, "I've gained a good result..."
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During the fierce battle on Gotland Island, inside the Warrior Base in Kismayo, Somali...
A Falcon Rocket had already been placed on the launchpad...
Nis, who was supposed to stay in Sangha Town, appeared here...
A dozen well-dressed middle-aged Jewish people were brought under the launchpad...
As soldiers put the nooses around those people's necks, Nis pressed a button, making the winch connected to the nooses start moving...
"Simultaneously, Exploration Dept, have them launch the lunar exploration ship before these people start to stink..."
Nis, feeling extremely upset, glanced at Antar beside her, and said, "Who else needs to be hanged?"
Antar, seeing Nis' murderous intent, reassuringly held her arm, saying, "The Lake Belga Foundation people handed them over, which means they're pretty much admitting defeat...
You don't have to worry too much..."
Nis waved her hand and said, "I'm not worried, I'm just restless, I need to find something to do..."
She then looked at the lawyer Jori Amon beside her, and said, "Prepare the plane, I want to go to Tubruq, the National Army is preparing to negotiate with the Interim Government, I want to take a look..."
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Inside a building in Manhattan, New York...
Monica, with a radiant smile on her face, watched as a group of Indian people hung a dozen Haredi people and several bigwigs who often appeared on TV from the ceiling...
Watching the bigwigs stand on chairs, continually pleading and cursing, Monica, hugging her 'bought' Indian little sister, kissed her face and looked at the time, "I need to sleep for an hour, you're in charge of watching them..."
The Indian punk girl was a bit frightened, looking at this female boss in front of her, saying, "Ma'am, are we really going to hang them...
Among them is one senator, two congressmen, and two S-ranked diplomats...
Something will happen!"
Monica pinched the punk girl's chin, smiling and said, "Do you know the Edward Foundation?"
The punk girl shook her head...
Monica smiled and said, "It's normal that you don't know, there's no need to know in the future either. They're part of it, a trophy my boss gained through duel..."
As she spoke, the lady turned and walked out, somewhat worriedly touching her slightly fattening waist, saying, "I've scheduled a spa, you stay here for my call...
Remember to take pictures, I need to use their photos to reclaim some outstanding payments."
The punk girl was particularly afraid of the neurotic Monica, her eyes dodging as she said, "Ma'am, how should we handle their bodies?"
Standing at the door, Monica blew a kiss back to the punk girl, saying, "Of course, call the police to handle them. They'll find a good reason for the mass hanging of these people!
This is part of the victory..."
Monica glanced at her watch once more, saying, "Hmm, should be part of the soon-to-be-gained victory outcome..."
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