Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 143 - 133: He Actually Said I Didn’t Pay

Chapter 143: Chapter 133: He Actually Said I Didn’t Pay

The excruciating pain in his mouth was still manageable, but the deep emotional trauma was truly fatal.

Fesari slumped on the sofa, his mouth severely injured, every breath feeling like his gums were in agony, but as he looked at the mushy watermelon below his feet, his legs were too weak to lift.

It was difficult to even think about walking.

He knew people had left, but he dared not go to the door to check, he knew he should call for help, but he dared not dial the emergency number.

Some things, money and power couldn’t fix.

His most trusted subordinates were dead, those specifically tasked with handling the dirty work were also dead, all because... all because of that damn Saibu!

He wished he could dig out Saibu and smash him into a pulp before burying him again.

After what felt like forever, Fesari finally trembled as he stood up, swaying, trying to find a usable phone.

Which billionaire would carry a phone themselves, especially dressed in a long robe?

Fesari cautiously approached his subordinate who handled the dirty work, carefully squatted down, and fumbled over the body for a while.

He found a phone, but Fesari had to awkwardly use someone else’s fingerprint to unlock it, then he realized he couldn’t remember any important numbers.

Numbers were either saved in the phone or memorized by his attendants, Fesari being who he was, wouldn’t bother remembering them himself.

The problem was, Fesari’s phone was with the butler, who was robbed while having it.

And the highest-ranking contact in this subordinate’s phone was Fesari himself, the other stored numbers were too low level.

After a foolish round of thought, Fesari realized he could only call a subordinate of unknown significance.

"I am Fesari, come rescue me at the villa..."

His speech was unclear, and each word he spoke, blood flowed from his mouth, Fesari continued with pain, "Be quick, and bring more reliable people."

Communicating with the subordinate was somewhat strained, but fortunately, Fesari managed to give the orders.

After hanging up, Fesari looked at the watermelon mess in front of the sofa and began to cry.

This damned bastard, splattering his brains all over him.

This damned bastard, why had he brought a few killing gods to handle Saibu’s affair?

This damned bastard, how did he turn this matter into such a mess.

Nervously and miserably, Fesari felt like he had waited a long time, finally, he heard the noisy rumbling of cars and footsteps.

A group of people rushed in, led by one of Fesari’s familiar subordinates.

Finally, seeing someone he recognized, Fesari’s body swayed, his subordinate should have rushed to support him, but instead just stood there, looking at him warily.

Fesari was about to get angry when his subordinate suddenly said in shock, "It’s His Highness!"

It wasn’t the subordinate’s fault for not recognizing him, for Fesari’s face was swollen like pig’s head, making it hard to recognize at a glance.

"Take me home..."

Fesari just wanted to go home, his subordinate glanced at the bodies scattered around, shocked, "What about them?"

"Bury them in the backyard, then clean up the whole backyard, from now on, you’re in charge of this villa. No, you handle cleaning this villa and then choose another place."

This villa was no longer usable, as entering it would bring nightmares, even without sleeping.

Two people helped Fesari into a car he would never normally use, and then the car sped towards his home.

Fesari’s face was burning hot, his heart ice cold.

The car drove into the mansion, and the dizzy Fesari was helped into his home, causing a series of cries and screams.

Fesari wanted to ignore everyone, he waved away his three wives and stumbled back to his bedroom, pulled out a spare phone, turned it on, and then started looking for the number he needed.

He found it and dialed.

"Hello."

Fesari said painfully, "I am Fesari, I’ve been attacked by an assassin organization called Sky Garden, but this organization belongs to the Secret Action Bureau, you owe me an explanation!"

"What?"

The person on the phone seemed confused, after a moment he responded in surprise, "Mr. Fesari, there is absolutely no such thing as Sky Garden, where did you hear this."

Fesari, enduring the pain, raised his voice, "Not the Secret Action Bureau here, it’s... it’s Iraq."

"Uh, Mr. Fesari, we have a very good private relationship, but as you know, I have no control over Iraq, and are you sure it was people from the Secret Action Bureau?"

"I am sure! General, you owe me..."

Fesari didn’t finish speaking when he heard a faint voice on the phone, "Since you’re calling me, it means you’re alright, how are you, Mr. Fesari?"

Fesari felt even colder inside, he said softly, "Not good, I’m seriously injured."

"Uh, injured, that is truly regrettable, but you’re not in life-threatening danger, right?"

"No, but many of my subordinates are dead, many people died."

The person on the phone responded seriously, "But you’re fine, right? As for your deceased subordinates, I think you could report to the police, or ask the National Intelligence Bureau to handle it."

Fesari made the first call to the highest commander of the local stationed troops, feeling that perhaps letting the military personnel investigate themselves could fastest flush out the assassin.

But after only two sentences, Fesari was about to explode with anger.

This damn bastard not only refused his request but also mocked him, implying that since he wasn’t dead, there was no problem, and why should he bother him if his own people died.

There was another critical issue, Fesari was wealthy, but how dare he involve the people from the National Intelligence Bureau, since the person currently in charge was someone he couldn’t provoke, someone he couldn’t even hide from.

As for calling the police, that would be an insult to Fesari.

Fesari immediately hung up the phone.

He shouldn’t have had illusions about the US Army, they would naturally protect their own.

If he couldn’t use his country’s own violent organizations and had to hide it, clearly the authorities were protecting each other. Seeking other forces like assassin mercenaries to retaliate against the Defense Clandestine Service was a joke, few would dare.

There was only one choice left.

Without hesitation, Fesari made a call to someone in the CIA.

"I am Fesari."

"Hello, why does your voice..."

Fesari hurriedly said, "I’ve been attacked, I’ve been injured, and the assailants are from the Defense Clandestine Service’s Iraq branch."

"Oh?"

"They were disguising as an assassin organization called Sky Garden, they injured me, killed many of my men!"

The other end fell silent.

Fesari knew what to say, he hurriedly continued, "I just want a few people from Sky Garden dead, I don’t want to escalate the situation, I’m offering you one hundred million dollars! No matter how you do it, I want the people who came today dead, dead!"

The person on the phone took a deep breath and said gravely, "One hundred million dollars."

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

CIA and the Pentagon have conflicts, they don’t get along, but they wouldn’t go to war.

"Hmm, I can help you with this, but the target is limited to Sky Garden, that must be made clear. If your expectations are too high, then I can’t help you."

"I know, I want the people who came today dead!"

"Very well, then we need to meet in person. I will first gather some information, wait, no need to search further, I know the Iraq branch."

Fesari exclaimed in astonishment, "That fast?"

"Hmm, the Defense Clandestine Service’s Iraq branch has been quite active recently, continuously breaking spy networks, capturing ISIS remnants in Baghdad, Mr. Fesari, this help... might be difficult to offer. If we retaliate, it would seem like friction caused by work, that would breach our understanding with the Pentagon."

Fesari was stunned, "You also dare not interfere?"

"Limit the target to Sky Garden, that’s the only way, the reason is simple, you are not dead, so the situation isn’t that severe."

Even if Fesari had died, the situation wouldn’t be severe, CIA and Pentagon might infight, but they wouldn’t start a war over a dead Fesari.

"When the funds are in place, I will start the operation. I will start looking into Sky Garden now, once I find them, as long as they aren’t from the Defense Clandestine Service, I guarantee none will survive."

Fesari felt stifled spending this money, one hundred million dollars thrown out, yet the CIA was only willing to deal with people outside the Defense Clandestine Service.

"Alright..."

Grinding his teeth, Fesari still agreed.

No choice, he had to act himself, but his capable people were dead, who should he assign this task to?

While Fesari was still hesitating and struggling to choose the right person for the job, the recently disconnected call came through again.

"Mr. Fesari! I suggest you check the Dark Web immediately!"

Fesari was stunned by the call from the CIA, then he exclaimed in astonishment, "The Dark Web? I can’t... oh, I can check the Dark Web, what happened."

"Sky Garden has declared war on you!"

Fesari’s eyes widened, his mind blank, not understanding what the word ’declaration of war’ meant.

As his mind caught up, Fesari felt like the world had gone mad.

"Declaration of war? Declaration of war?"

"Yes, Sky Garden has declared war on you, their slogan is to kill you at all costs, stop at nothing, but since they lack the strength, they’ve issued a reverse bounty. Anyone wishing for your death can contact the Dark Web, the money will be held by the Dark Web before being paid to them, one dollar is not too small, one hundred million dollars is not too big."

Fesari felt like his lungs were about to burst, he shouted angrily, "They dare declare war on me? They dare put a bounty on me?"

"It’s a reverse bounty, an unfortunate piece of news, people have started paying already, so... until Sky Garden is completely dealt with, I advise you to be very careful, and please transfer the funds quickly."

Fuming, Fesari shouted, "Put a bounty of one hundred million on them for me, I want Sky Garden dead! I’ll put a bounty of one hundred million dollars, I want them dead!"

The person from the CIA was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Their reason for putting a bounty on you is they completed their mission, but you refused to pay."

Fesari was stunned; he felt an unprecedented humiliation.

"They beat me up, killed my people, and now they dare say I didn’t pay?"

Fesari mumbled to himself, then angrily stood up, shouting, "These bastards dare say I didn’t pay? Two hundred million, I’ll put a bounty of two hundred million dollars to capture them alive! Bastards!"