Chapter 134: You Said I Didn’t Give You Money

Chapter 134: You Said I Didn’t Give You Money

Chapter 134: You Said I Didn’t Give You Money

The severe pain in the mouth is still good, the huge trauma to the heart is the most fatal.

Fesali slumped on the sofa. His mouth was badly injured and his gums felt severe pain with every breath. However, looking at the pool of rotten watermelon at his feet, his feet were too weak to lift.

It’s hard to leave.

I knew the person was gone, but I didn't dare to go to the door to take a look. I knew I should call for help, but I didn't dare to call the police.

Some things cannot be settled just by having money and power.

The most reliable subordinate died, and the subordinate who was responsible for handling the dirty work also died. It's all because of... it's all because of that damn Saib!
I wish I could dig Saibu out, beat him into a rotten watermelon, and then bury him again.

I don't know how long I waited, but it was a very long time before Faisali stood up trembling. He staggered and tried to find a usable cell phone.

Which billionaire would carry a mobile phone himself, especially one wearing a robe.

Faisali carefully approached his subordinate who was responsible for handling the dirty work. He squatted down cautiously and searched his subordinate's body for a long time.

After finding a cell phone, Faisali had to use someone else's fingerprint to unlock it with great difficulty. Then, he found that he couldn't remember any important numbers.

If there is a phone number, it will be stored on the phone or in the follower's mind. Who is Faisali? How could he bother to remember the phone number himself?

What's worse is that Faisali's cell phone was with the housekeeper, and when the housekeeper tried to get the phone, it was snatched away.

The highest-level person that this subordinate's mobile phone can contact is Faisali himself, and the people who can be contacted by other stored numbers are too low-level.

After thinking about it foolishly, Fesali realized that he could only call his subordinates who were not sure who they were.

"I am Fesali, come to that villa to save me..."

His words were unclear, and blood flowed from his mouth. Feisali endured the pain and continued, "Hurry up, we need to clean up here, bring a few more reliable people."

When he called his subordinates, the communication was still a little bit difficult, but fortunately, Faisali was sure he could give orders.

After hanging up the phone, Fesali looked at the rotten watermelon in front of the sofa and began to cry.

This damn bastard, his brains were splattered all over him.

This damn bastard, why did he find a few killer gods to deal with Saib’s affairs?

This damn bastard, how could he have turned this thing into such a mess.

Feeling anxious, sad and miserable, Faisali felt like he had been waiting for a long time, and finally he heard the noisy roar of cars and the sound of footsteps.

A group of people rushed in, led by a familiar subordinate of Faisali.

Finally, there was a familiar person. Faisali's body shook a little. His men should have rushed over to support him, but they did not move. Instead, they looked at him vigilantly.

Feisali was about to get angry, and his men suddenly said in astonishment: "It's His Royal Highness the Prince!"

It’s not the men’s fault for being blind, because Faisali’s face has become as swollen as a pig’s head, and it’s hard to recognize him at first glance.

"Send me home..."

Feisali just wanted to go home. His men looked at the bodies scattered all over the ground and asked in amazement: "What should 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 unusable. I will have nightmares as soon as I enter it, even if I don’t sleep.

Two people helped Faisali into a car that he would never normally ride in, and the car immediately drove towards his home.

Faisali's face was burning, but his heart was cold.

The car drove into the mansion and the dazed Faisali was helped into his home, causing waves of exclamations and cries.

Faisali didn't want to pay attention to anyone. He waved away his three wives, stumbled back to his bedroom, took out a spare cell phone, turned it on, and started looking for the number he needed.

After finding it, Feisalli dialed the number.

"Hello."

Fesali said with difficulty: "I am Fesali. I was attacked by a killer organization called Sky 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 seemed confused. After a moment, he said in astonishment: "Mr. Feisali, we definitely don't have any sky gardens. Where did you hear that from?"

Faisali endured the severe pain and raised his voice: "It's not the secret operations bureau here, it's... it's Iraq."

"Well, Mr. Faisali, 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 Agency?"

"I'm sure! General, you have to give me..."

Before Faisali finished speaking, he heard a faint voice on the phone: "You are calling me, which means you are okay. Are you okay, Mr. Faisali?"

Feisali felt even colder in his heart. He whispered, "No, I'm seriously injured."

"Uh, are you injured? That's really a pity, but I'm sure your life is not in danger."

"No, but all my men died. Many of them died."

The person who answered the phone said seriously, "But you're okay, right? As for your dead men, I think you can call the police, or ask the National Intelligence Agency to handle it."

Faisali's first call was to the highest commander of the local garrison. He thought that perhaps letting the military conduct a self-investigation would be the fastest way to find the murderer.

But after just two sentences, Fesali was furious. This damn guy not only rejected his request, but also ridiculed him, because the other party meant that if you are not dead, then it’s okay. Do you still want to argue with me even if your men are dead?

There is another key question. Although Faisali is rich, how dare he involve people from the National Intelligence Agency, because the person in charge of the National Intelligence Agency is someone he cannot afford to offend, and even cannot avoid.

As for calling the police, it was a humiliation to Faisali.

Faisali hung up the phone directly.

You shouldn't have any illusions about the US military; they will certainly protect their own people.

The violent agencies in one's own country cannot be used and have to be kept secret. The real perpetrators are clearly protecting each other. Looking for other forces, such as mercenary killers, to seek revenge from the Secret Operations Bureau is a joke and few people dare to do so.

That leaves only one choice.

Faisali didn't hesitate and called the CIA.

"I'm Faisali."

"Hello, why do you sound..."

Faisali said hurriedly: "I was attacked and I was injured. The attacker is from the Iraqi branch of the Defense Secret Operations Agency."

"Oh?"

"They were disguised as a killer organization called Sky Garden. They injured me and killed many of my men!"

There was silence on the other side.

Fesali knew what he should say. He said hastily, "I only want a few people in the Sky Garden to die. I don't want to escalate the incident. I'll give you $100 million! No matter what you do, I want everyone who came here today to die, die!"

He sighed softly, and the person who answered the phone said solemnly, "One hundred million dollars."

"Cash! I'll give them cash, I want them dead!"

The CIA and the Pentagon have conflicts and are at odds with each other, but there is no possibility of war between them.

"Well, I can help you with this, but the target 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 have a meeting. I will collect some information first. Wait, no need to check. I know the Iraq branch office."

Fesali was surprised and asked, "So fast?"

"Well, the Iraqi branch of the Secret Operations Bureau has been very active recently. They have successively cracked down on spy networks and captured the remnants of the ISA in Baghdad. Mr. Faisali, this favor... may not be easy to help. If we retaliate, people will think that the friction was caused by work, which will destroy the tacit understanding between us and the Pentagon."

Feisali was stunned and asked, "You don't dare to care?"

"We have to limit our target to the Sky Garden. The reason is simple. If you are not dead, then the situation is not that serious."

In fact, even if Faisali died, the situation would not be that serious. The CIA and the Pentagon could fight among themselves, but they would never start a war over the death of Faisali.

"I will start the operation when the funds are in place. I will check the Sky Garden you mentioned right away. After I find them, I will make sure that no one will survive unless they are from the Secret Operations Bureau."

Fesali felt very frustrated about spending the money. He spent $100 million, but the CIA was only willing to deal with people outside the CIA.

"it is good……"

Gritting his teeth, Faisali agreed.

There is no other choice but to do it myself, but the capable person is dead, who should I give this job to?

Faisali was still hesitating and struggling. He had to choose a suitable person to be responsible for this matter, but when he was having a hard time choosing the person, the phone call that had just been hung up came again.

"Mr. Fesari! I suggest you check the dark web right away!"

The call from the CIA stunned Faisali, and then he said in astonishment: "Dark web? I can't...Oh, I can go to the dark web to see, what's wrong."

"The Hanging Garden has declared war on you!"

Fesali's eyes suddenly widened. His mind was a little confused for a moment. He couldn't figure out what the word declaration of war meant.

When his brain reacted, Faisali just felt that the world was crazy.

"Declare war? Declare war?"

"Yes, Sky Garden has declared war on you. Their slogan is to kill you and never give up. However, they are not strong enough, so they have issued a reverse bounty. Anyone who wants you dead can contact the Dark Web and give the money to the Dark Web and then pay them. One dollar is not too little, and one hundred million dollars is not too much."

Feisali's lungs were about to explode. He angrily said, "They dare to declare war on me? They dare to offer a reward for me?"

"It's a reverse bounty. It's very unfortunate news that someone has already started paying, so... before the Sky Garden is completely solved, I suggest you be careful. Also, please send the money as soon as possible."

Fesari was furious, he shouted: "I want a reward of 100 million, I want the Sky Garden dead! I want a reward of 100 million dollars, I want them dead!"

Cia's people were silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "The reason why Sky Garden offered a reward to you is that they completed the mission, but you refused to pay."

Faisali was stunned. He felt unprecedented humiliation.

"They beat me up and killed my people, that's fine, but they actually dared to say I didn't pay them?"

Fesali muttered to himself, then stood up angrily and shouted: "How dare these bastards say I don't pay? Two hundred million, I offer a reward of two hundred million dollars to catch them alive! Bastards!"

(End of this chapter)