The severe pain in the mouth is still good, but the huge trauma in the soul is the most deadly.
Fesali sat slumped on the sofa. His mouth was severely injured, and his gums felt severe pain every time he breathed. However, looking at the puddle of rotten watermelon at his feet, his feet were too weak to lift up.
It's hard to leave.
I knew the person was gone, but I didn't dare to look at the door. I knew I should call for help, but I didn't dare to call the police.
Some things cannot be settled with money and power.
The most reliable subordinate is dead, and the subordinate responsible for handling dirty things is also dead. It's all because of this...it's all because of that damn Sayib!
I wish I could dig out Sayib and beat him into a rotten watermelon before burying him inside.
He didn't know how long he waited, but after a long time, Fesali stood up tremblingly. He staggered and tried to find a usable mobile phone.
Which billionaire would personally carry a mobile phone, especially one wearing a robe?
Fesali carefully arrived in front of his subordinate who was responsible for handling the dirty work. He carefully squatted down and groped for a long time on his subordinate's body.
After digging out a mobile phone, Fesali had to struggle to unlock it with someone else's fingerprint. Then, he found that he couldn't remember an important number.
If there is a phone, it is stored in the phone, or in the mind of the attendant. Who is Fesali? How can he bother to remember the phone number by himself?
What's terrible is that Fesali's cell phone was on the butler's possession, and when the housekeeper took it, someone snatched it away.
The person with the highest level of contact that this subordinate's mobile phone can contact is Fesali himself, and the level of people that can be contacted by other saved numbers are too low.
After thinking about it stupidly, Fesali realized that he could only call his subordinate who didn't know which onion it was.
"I am Fesali, come to that villa to save me..."
His words were slurred, and blood flowed from his mouth when he opened his mouth. Fesali endured the pain and continued: "Quickly, we need to clean up here. Bring a few more reliable people."
When I called my subordinates, the communication was still a bit unclear, but luckily, Fesali was definitely able to direct the move.
After putting down the phone, Fesali looked at the puddle of rotten watermelon in front of the sofa and started to cry.
This damn bastard splattered his brains all over.
Why did this damn bastard find a few killing gods to deal with Sayib's matter?
This damn bastard, how could he turn this thing into a mess?
Feeling anxious and miserable, Fesali felt that he had been waiting for a long time, and finally heard the noisy roar of cars and noisy footsteps.
A group of people rushed in, led by a very familiar subordinate of Fesali.
Finally there was a familiar person. Feisali's body shook a little. His men should have rushed to support him at this time, but they did not move, but looked at him with a vigilant expression.
Fesali was about to get angry, and his men suddenly said in shock: "It's His Highness the Prince!"
It's not the fault that his men don't have eyes, it's because Fesali's face is now swollen like a pig's head, and at first glance, it's really hard to recognize.
"Send me home..."
Fesali just wanted to go home. His men looked at the corpses everywhere and asked in shock: "What will they do?"
"Bury it in the backyard, and then clean up the entire backyard. From now on, you will be responsible for this villa. No, you will be responsible for cleaning up this villa and then choose another place."
This villa is no longer usable. You will have nightmares as soon as you come in. You will also have nightmares if you don't sleep.
Two people helped Feisali get into a car that he would not normally ride in, and then the car immediately sped away towards his home.
Fesali's face was hot and his heart was cold.
The car drove into the mansion, and Fesali, who was dizzy, was helped into his home, causing waves of exclamations and cries.
Fesali didn't want to pay attention to anyone. He waved away his three wives, stumbled back to his bedroom, took out a spare mobile phone, opened it, and then started looking for the number he needed.
Found it, Fesali dialed it out.
"Hi, hello."
Feisali said with difficulty: "I am Feisali. I was attacked by a killer organization called Hanging Garden, but this killer organization belongs to the Secret Operations Bureau. You have to give me an explanation!"
"What?"
The person who answered the phone looked confused. After a moment, he said in shock: "Mr. Fesali, there is no way we have any hanging gardens. Where did you hear this?"
Feisali endured the severe pain and raised his voice: "It's not the Secret Operations Agency here, it's... it's Iraq."
"Well, Mr. Fesali, we have a very good personal relationship, but you should know that I have no control over Iraq. And are you sure you are from the Secret Operations Bureau?"
"I'm sure! General, you have to give me..."
Before Feisali finished speaking, he heard a faint voice on the phone: "You are calling me, which means you are okay. Are you okay, Mr. Feisali?"
Fesali's heart became even colder, and he whispered: "No, I'm seriously injured."
"Well, are you injured? That's really a pity, but your life is definitely not in danger."
"No, but all my men are dead. Many people died."
The person who answered the phone said seriously: "But you are fine, right? As for your dead subordinate, I think you can call the police, or you can ask someone from the National Intelligence Agency to deal with it."
Fesali's first call was to the top commander of the local garrison. He felt that perhaps asking the military to investigate themselves could find the murderer as quickly as possible.
But after only saying two sentences, Fesali's lungs almost exploded with anger.
This damn guy not only rejected his request, but also ridiculed him, because the other person meant that if you are not dead, then it is okay. If your subordinate is dead, do you want to have sex with me?
There is another key question. Although Fesali is rich, how dare he involve people from the National Intelligence Agency, because the person who is now in charge of the National Intelligence Agency is someone he cannot afford to offend, or even hide from.
As for calling the police, this is an insult to Fesali.
Fesali hung up the phone directly.
We should not have any illusions about the US military, of course they will protect their own people.
The country's violent institutions cannot be used, and they have to hide it. The real boss has made it clear that the officials will protect each other. It is a joke to find other forces, such as killer mercenaries and the like, to seek revenge from the Secret Operations Bureau. Not many people dare.
Then there is only one option left.
Fesali did not hesitate and called someone from the CIA.
"I am Fesali."
"Hello, why is your voice..."
Feisali said hurriedly: "I was attacked and injured. The person who did it was the Iraqi branch of the Defense Covert Operations Agency."
"oh?"
"Their disguise is a killer organization called Hanging Garden. They injured me and killed many of my men!"
There was silence on the other side.
Fesali knew what he should say. He hurriedly said: "I only want a few people in the Hanging Garden to die. I don't want to expand the trouble. I will give you 100 million U.S. dollars! No matter what you do, I want a few people who came today to die."
,die!"
Heaving a sigh of relief, the person who answered the phone said solemnly: "One hundred million dollars."
"Cash! I give cash, I want them to die!"
The CIA and the Pentagon have conflicts and cannot deal with them, but it is impossible to go to war.
"Well, I can help you with this, but the goal is limited to the sky garden. This must be made clear. If your expectations are too high, then I can't help you with this."
"I know, I want those people who came today to die!"
"Very good, then we need to interview. I'll collect some information first. Wait, there's no need to check. I know the Iraq branch."
Fesali was shocked: "So fast?"
"Well, the Iraq Division of the Secret Operations Bureau has been very active these days. They have continuously cracked down the spy network and captured the remnants of Ace Ace in Baghdad. Mr. Fesali, this favor... may not be easy to help. If we go back for revenge,
, will make people think that friction is caused by work, and this will destroy the tacit understanding between us and the Pentagon."
Fesali said in shock: "You don't dare to care?"
"Limiting the target to the hanging garden is the only way. The reason is very simple. If you are not dead, then the situation will not be so serious."
In fact, even if Fesali died, the situation would not be that serious. The CIA and the Pentagon could fight among themselves, but they would never start a fight just because Fesali died.
"When will the funds be in place and when will I start taking action? I will check the hanging gardens you mentioned now. After I find them, as long as they are not from the Secret Operations Bureau, I guarantee that no one will survive."
Fesali spent the money in an awkward manner. He spent 100 million US dollars, but the CIA was only willing to deal with people outside the Secret Operations Bureau.
"good……"
Gritting his teeth, Fesali agreed.
There is no other way, I still have to do it myself, but if the capable person dies, who should I leave this job to?
Fesali was still hesitating and struggling. He had to choose a suitable person to take charge of this matter, but when he was having a hard time choosing someone, the call he had just hung up came back.
"Mr. Fesali! I suggest you check out the dark web right away!"
Fesali was stunned when he received a call from the CIA, and then he said in shock: "Darknet? I can't... Oh, I can go to the darknet to see what's wrong."
"The Hanging Garden has declared war on you!"
Fesali's eyes widened suddenly. His mind was a little confused for a moment, and he couldn't think of what the word "declaration of war" meant.
When his brain came to his senses, Fesali felt that the world had gone crazy.
"Declaration of war? Declaration of war?"
"Yes, Sky Garden has declared war on you. Their slogan is to kill you until death, but they are not strong enough, so they have issued a reverse reward. Anyone who wants you to die can contact the darknet and give the money to
To pay them after the dark web, one dollar is never too little, and $100 million is never too much.”
Fesali's lungs were about to explode. He said angrily: "They still dare to declare war on me? They still dare to put a reward on me?"
"It's a reverse reward. It's very unfortunate news. Someone has already started paying, so... before completely solving the hanging garden, I suggest you be careful. In addition, please send the money as soon as possible."
Fesali was furious. He shouted: "Give me a reward of 100 million U.S. dollars, and I want the Sky Garden to die! I want a reward of 100 million U.S. dollars, and I want them to die!"
Cia's people were silent for a moment, and then suddenly said: "The reason why the Sky Garden offers you a reward is that they completed the task, but you refused to pay."
Fesali was stunned, he felt unprecedented humiliation.
"Beat me and kill my people, forget it, but they dare to say that I won't pay them?"
Fesali murmured to himself, then stood up angrily and roared: "How dare these bastards say that I won't pay you? Two hundred million dollars, I'm offering a reward of 200 million US dollars for those who are caught alive! Bastards!"
Chapter completed!