America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 333: Betting everything, filial son, fuck (6196 will never cheat readers!)

The scenery in the Bahamas was still as beautiful as ever, with white sand beaches and blue waters. Through the porthole, Eris could even see the girls in bikinis on the beach.

But he was destined not to be in the mood to appreciate it.

The LCE cryptocurrency trading platform project was a plan put together by Cheng Daiqi from the very beginning. He pulled in some of Eris and Gru's people as fuses. In order to show his respect for Mr. Cheng, Eris directly sent his most trusted brother Desel over.

Speaking of which, Eris is also a well-known big shot in the underworld of the West Coast. Desel is his brother and the best debt collector. He was also a fierce man who could kill people on the street back then.

But the various undertakings that Cheng Daiqi had set up for him were like a cage, not only trapping Eris, but now also requiring him to punish Desel to show his loyalty.

To outsiders, Eris seems to be doing quite well, but he is not Wolff's confidant, and he doesn't have much standing with President Cheng. He has to smile when facing Jax's cold eyes.

He gained a better future than ever before by becoming Wolff's subordinate, but this was an opportunity given to him by President Cheng, and Cheng Daqi also tied him up with a bunch of things. Eris wanted to curry favor with Wolff, but he was badly tricked by Gru's birth. President Cheng took the opportunity to instruct him to drug Wolff's biological father.

Eris had experience in making black gloves, and he thought it was a token of his integration into the circle.

Later, Eris realized that he had integrated into the circle, and Wolff valued him more, but also trusted him less - Cheng Daiqi's move was very poisonous.

Moreover, there seemed to be problems with Cheng Daiqi and Themir's ship, but Eris had no choice but to obey orders and give an explanation to President Cheng by dealing with his brother.

"Eris, I don't understand. It's just a few hundred thousand dollars. Is that a big deal?"

Dessell didn't understand what his cousin was thinking; he was so excited that he was a little incoherent.

"They are very powerful, but they also have enemies. If they force us like this, we can just sell them out. LCE looks like a good company, so we can grab it and do it ourselves."

This is America. Everyone wants to be the winner with grease drooling from their mouth, and few people are truly loyal.

Dessel's words made Eris silent for a while. He didn't know where to start to give some advice to his cousin who had insufficient brain capacity.

Looking at the girl on the beach, for some reason, Eris thought of Temir who had always looked at him coldly.

“Those big guys fight each other, but they are still the same kind of people, they are the same kind of people, you know?
Whether they win or lose, they can reconcile, sit together and reconcile like friends, but we can’t do that, we can only rush forward with our heads covered.”

Temir, Gru, Cheng Daiqi, Wolf, each of these people can eat him alive. Eris didn't know before that the gap between people in this world could be so big, but now he sees it more and more clearly.

Indeed, Eris had gained something from being tortured by life during this period, he was not wrong.

If Temir loses, he will just give in and inherit the small consortium of tens of billions prepared for him by Anthony, and go to Africa to shed tears with the money that he can't spend in several lifetimes - maybe he can even squeeze her advantage every day to make Cheng completely lose it.

Dracula's family is being targeted, and the worst outcome is that he will have to give up some of his interests. If the enemy is too greedy, Dracula can buy stability from other people, and Wolfe can continue to be a super rich man.

If Cheng Daiqi really loses, the worst that can happen is that he will become Achilles' dog. Cheng once received an olive branch from Gru, but he will just feel bad about doing this. People with Achilles' background will not care at all whether Cheng is loyal or not.

Gru is even more outrageous. He has been tricked to death, but he keeps doing stupid things. As a result, no one really touches him. As the biggest pile of shit in California, no one is willing to clean it up.

"Why should we pay the price for their words, Eris? I have no problem with an explanation, and I can even accept having a hand chopped off, but why?

LCE's pie is so big, and we only took a tiny bit, a tiny bit. We have to bear the risks and listen to the orders. We are beaten for wanting to spend a little money. Why? "

At this moment, Des looked very much like Gru back then.

He was dissatisfied, he was angry, he didn't want to endure it.

Just with one sentence, he had to obey, bow his head and give an explanation. This was too ridiculous. Dessel had worked hard for so many years, but got such a result. Dessel could not accept it.

"I don't know, Des. I don't know either."

Eris smiled bitterly, he really didn't know.

He watched Cheng Daiqi rise step by step. At first, he thought that Cheng Daiqi relied on women to get to the top, but gradually, he couldn't understand it anymore.

Mr. Cheng's career and power are so strange that even Eris, who works in the gray area, can't understand it. What he can't understand especially is Wolf. Wolf has been forced into that state by Mr. Cheng, but he still works for Cheng Daiqi like he is serving his ancestors. This is too outrageous.

Before meeting Wolfe, Eris had no idea about Dracula. After meeting him, he realized how terrifying the resources behind Wolfe were. The Dracula Group was the top consortium in the United States (that's what Eris thought), and it had great influence in both the military and the government.

But the leader of such a group was controlled or influenced by President Cheng, which Eris could not understand at all.

Chan, what gives you the right?

In fact, Cheng Daiqi could answer his question. All the reasons were just about whether one had a strong enough heart. Eris obviously lacked this. He couldn't imagine what kind of situation Cheng was always struggling and maneuvering in.

"If you want to give him an explanation, I can cut off my hand, but Eris, we are all human beings like them, and the fairest thing in the world is that everyone has only one life!"

Dessel Eris didn't want to embarrass his brother. He felt bad looking at the haggard Eris.

"Ha, yes, but we don't have to, Dess. This is our best chance."

This is also the reason why Eris is distressed. Cheng Daiqi, Temir and Wolf are the best opportunities he can see. Each of these people is very powerful and their youth is thrilling.

The current rulers of America are a bunch of old men, but the future will eventually belong to Temir, Wolf, and, well, maybe also to General Cheng. Such ships are not easy to find.

Eris chose to bet everything.

In fact, Eris's response had already been distorted. Along the way, the sunk costs he paid were too high, which deeply affected his choice.

Best chance?

Do you mean that my hand will be lost if he just says one word?
Desel didn't want to listen to Eris's nonsense, so he took out a knife and handed it to Eris, saying in a muffled voice.

"Here, I'll give you the knife. Left or right hand?"

Eris raised an eyebrow and spoke in a low voice.

"Ha, let's go back to Saint-Lou, and I'll kneel down and apologize to him in person. Then he'll probably say that I went too far and misunderstood his meaning. You can still go to the hospital to pick him up."

"Fuck, this is shit!"

"It's a chance to make it big, Dessell. I'm sorry you have to pay for it, but it's what he asked for."

"What about the Chinese? Doesn't he have to take responsibility?"

"Hahaha, wait and see."
-
Wolf Dracula woke up again. He had not been sleeping well recently. Very badly.

Maybe it was out of guilt, or maybe it was because of anxiety about the future, but in any case, he always had nightmares.

Getting up from the bed, leaning against the night light at the bedside, he fumbled to pick up the cup of water, took a sip, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Wolfe looked at his watch. It was three o'clock in the morning.

He walked out of the room and found the servant at the door lazing on the sofa.

Wolfe didn't want to say anything. He had obviously slept for several hours, but he still felt very tired.

The night bodyguard at the stairs heard the footsteps. He quickly hid his cell phone, touched the gun at his waist, and quickly stood up to check the situation.

"Mr. Wolfe?"

"That's right, take a few people and go to the hospital."

"Yes!"

At the entrance of the lobby on the first floor of the main building of Dracula Manor, Wolfe was waiting in his pajamas for his followers to get ready. The cold wind of the winter night wrapped heavily on his body, and he felt great.

In the past, he was the heir of Dracula's family, with extraordinary power and status, but he was far less stylish than he is now.

Now, this business empire, this prominent family, the family service team of hundreds of people and the employee team of tens of thousands of people only serve him.

Having money cannot do whatever you want, but you can use money to buy 99 percent of the things in the world.

Thinking of this, he sighed softly again.

"Ha, that's not enough."

The captain of the security team heard what Wolfe said and asked in confusion.

"What's not enough?"

Wolfe laughed and replied.

"Oh, no. I mean the light isn't bright enough to see clearly."

"Then I'll have someone contact the design team for you and give you some plans and make some minor changes?"

"can."

The car stopped at the foot of the steps. Wolfe nodded gently to the clever security team leader, got in the car and left.

Looking at the car going away, the security team leader seemed to have received some huge promise. His teeth were showing when he smiled, and his whole state was bright.

A new emperor appoints new ministers. Old Joel is half dead, and Wolfe has become the helmsman of the Dracula Empire. For those who serve the Dracula family, Wolfe's recognition is more important than anything else.

The Dracula family is an important biopharmaceutical giant in the United States and even the world. The listed part of Dracula Bio has a market value of tens of billions of dollars, not to mention those unlisted industries that are making a lot of money every day.

The insurance company owned by the Dracula family had previously provided Gru with customized insurance for LAPD police officers. As an insurance company, the Dracula family also operates many very powerful private hospitals - the world's top hospitals in organ transplantation, bar none.

So, after Old Joe suffered a stroke and became paralyzed, he received the best treatment in his own hospital.

Late at night, the boss's boss's boss made a sudden visit. The hospital director almost flew in from home. He circled around Wolfe fawningly like a loyal pug.

In the best private VIP ward, the dean drove away all outsiders, then leaned over and vigilantly reported to Wolfe in his ear.

"I personally supervised Mr. Dracula's diagnosis and treatment plan. According to your request, the most conservative treatment method was adopted. If nothing unexpected happens, he will never be able to get up in his lifetime."

Wolfe asked in a low voice, looking at the sleeping old Joel.

"No risk of recovery?"

The dean quickly patted his chest and made a promise.

"No, absolutely not! He is only given saline, glucose, some necessary life-sustaining supplements, and tranquilizers every day. My son-in-law is his attending physician. Don't worry, everything has been arranged. No one will ever know about this!"

Wolfe's pupils shrank, but he didn't say much.

"Well, can you wake him up?"

The dean is a professional, he said with some embarrassment.

"I'm afraid it's a bit troublesome, because we need to use drugs to control his recovery. He sleeps twenty hours a day now. How about you come over tomorrow?"

"It's okay, you go out first, I want to accompany my father alone."

The dean left, and Wolfe walked to old Joel's bed. The old man was sleeping peacefully and seemed unaware of his arrival.

Wolfe stared at old Joel for a long time, with an indescribable look in his eyes. He had forgotten the last time he stared at his father for so long.

Reaching out his hand and covering old Joel's mouth and nose with his palm, Wolfe waited expressionlessly.

Without fresh air, his cells were deprived of oxygen, and old Joel's heart pumped blood faster and faster.

The desire for air before death made old Joel's body break free from the effects of the sedative. He opened his eyes and breathed deeply.

Then, Old Joel saw Wolfe and realized that Wolfe wanted to smother him.

"Good evening, my dear father."

Looking at old Dracula's frightened and angry eyes, Wolfe laughed happily.

"Ho si~ho si~ho si~"

A stroke is actually a cerebral infarction, which may cause paralysis. A cerebral infarction in the left brain can affect a person's language center and cause language disorders.

Old Joel's current condition is a manifestation of language barrier. He wants to say something, but can only mechanically repeat two words.

This is actually treatable, but Wolff obviously won't give him a chance to recover.

"Did you ever think I would be standing by your side like this the day you killed my boyfriend, Joel?"

"I guess you haven't thought about it. After all, I'm not your son. No, don't look at me like that. I mean, you never treat us kids as human beings."

"We are just your blood bags and organ containers. You only care about Big Brother."

"That's why my eldest brother died."

"Yeah, it was me who did it, too. I wanted you to experience what it feels like to lose someone you love."

"Ho-si~ho-ho~"

"Are you scolding me?"

"When we were little, you forced us to exercise every day and check our bodies constantly. At that time, you said that you wanted every child in the Dracula family to grow up healthy."

"For more than 20 years, I have gotten used to not smoking, drinking, or staying up late, and I have gotten used to spending two hours every day on the gym. But when you forced us to exercise and check up every day when we were little, I thought you really cared about us, Joel, hahahaha."

"At that time, I tried very hard to get you to recognize me, but you only recognized the eldest brother. I later learned that those of us who came later were mass-produced. How could you recognize a blood bag with the code 001?"

"So, later I developed a disease, a disease of wanting to get more recognition, well, I'm getting off topic."

"Joel, I want you to live to be a hundred years old, suffering a lot. Isn't it filial piety to live to be a hundred years old just lying in bed like this?"

“Ho-ho-ho-ho!”

Joel Dracula's entire body ached and was numb. He squeezed his lungs and his throat, trying to say something, but all that came out was an unidentified wail.

"There are a few overconfident people who want to share my property with me. Guess what, I have discussed it with Temir. She will help me solve this problem before Dracula joins them."

"You still remember Temir, right? We had dinner together with her and that guy the last time they came over, hahahaha."

"Joel, you've prepared so many blood bags for yourself. I plan to arrange the first round of organ transplant surgery for you once the group stabilizes. Which son do you prefer?"

"I'll help you install whichever one you like, and come back when you're eighty. I'll make sure you live to be at least a hundred!"

"I am such a filial son!"
-
"Hahaha, Chan, I'm glad you're okay. The boss was terrified when he heard about you that day. We, the LAPD, sent out all the police forces and searched for you all night."

Jax had an excited expression and acted very seriously, so Mr. Cheng didn't expose him.

"How are you doing?"

"What's going on? The LAPD is still very busy. There are too many cases. The public security in San Lorenzo is getting worse and worse. There are more crimes than before, but the budget approved by the City Council for the police has not increased. The police officers are suffering."

Cheng Daiqi heard something was wrong, he picked up the glass, took a sip of wine, then quietly called the bartender and asked for a note.

After writing a few words with a pen, Mr. Cheng handed the note to Jax opposite him.

"Be monitored?"

Jax glanced at the person who was following him, smiled wryly and said to Cheng Daiqi directly.

"The note didn't work... Alas, Chan, we were wrong."

This LAPD stalwart, Gru's confidant, and the chief of one of the four major precincts has been closely watched.

"The people from Foberle followed me almost 24 hours a day. They didn't show their cards, they just kept an eye on me. We arrested Steven, but at that time we didn't expect that this matter would implicate that man."

Cheng Daiqi felt a little chilly when he thought that he was being monitored and recorded.

Although America's intelligence agencies are not as powerful as before, they are still powerful departments.

Trouble.

"Is it convenient for you to meet him?"

Mr. Cheng’s words surprised Jax.

"Meet the boss? Chan, what do you mean?"

"Did Niu Sen promise you that if you can do anything to Fo Bole, he will back you up?"

Things have come to this point, and Cheng Daiqi has a clear view of the situation, but he needs to confirm some details.

Jax said, nodding awkwardly.

"Yes, but Mr. Niu Sen didn't expect that man to intervene. Besides, you and Mi'er have done us a big job. Achilles has also mobilized Congressman Wood. Deputy Director Hutt of Foberle has also come to California as the case supervisor. I don't recommend you to meet with the boss. He will scold you to death."

Mr. Cheng checked the information and felt more and more that Achilles was using the pretext of attacking Guo.

However, poor Sheriff Gru seemed to be completely unaware of the trouble he was in - it was exactly the same as last year.

Gru, oh Gru, please be more careful.

"Jax, Gru can't see the problem, can't you see the problem either?"

Jax misunderstood what Cheng Daiqi meant.

"Mr. Niu Sen asked us to be patient for the time being. We can find a scapegoat in a couple of days."

"...Do you trust Niu Sen so much?"

"Otherwise, the boss even married a transgender person. He is now an important member of the California gang. Niu Sen must protect him. Is there any problem?"

Cheng Daiqi shrugged and sighed.

"Silly and cute."

He overestimated Jax's level. Yes, Jax's understanding actually sounded quite convincing. Marriage, as a form of interest binding, has existed in various civilizations in the course of human history.

However, Cheng didn't expect that both Gru and Jax were so naive.

Jax was well aware of Cheng Daiqi's level, and he asked nervously.

"Chan, is there something wrong with what I said?"

"Marriage is for the sake of profit, but it does not represent profit in itself. Jax, Gru is not far from death, but I think Niu Sen should be willing to cooperate with you, so go for it."

Jax froze.

President Cheng’s words seemed to have pierced a piece of paper, echoing in his mind like thunder.

Marriage does not represent interests. Yes, marriage does not represent interests!

“Marriage does not represent interests. It is just a lubricant for cooperation, a basis for mutual trust, and a bargaining chip for distribution. That’s all. It is not a guarantee, nor an unbreakable vow.

Jax, since when did you and Gru tie yourselves to this thing that's neither human nor ghost?

To be honest, I feel a little disappointed, but it makes sense when I think about it. You and Sheriff Gru are my old friends. If it were you, well, I can understand. "

If it were you, I would understand.

Mr. Cheng cursed without using any swear words, but the insult almost reached the limit of human language expression.

He is so good at it. After all, he is a strong man who can block Temir's poisonous tongue.

The great Onmyoji has become a great man, and he strikes!

“This…I, Chan, so Niu Sen might not help us?”

Jax asked hesitantly. He was so smart that he could understand the possibility raised by Cheng Daqi.

A marriage doesn't guarantee anything, especially now that things have clearly gotten out of hand.

He couldn't imagine what would happen to him, Gru, and their careers if Niu Sen didn't take action.

Glancing at the Forbear who was staring at him, Jax swallowed hard.

"Yeah, but it's unlikely. Maybe he can help, maybe he can't. Well, maybe, you know."

Just go around, hey, just have fun!
Mr. Cheng really likes the sweaty look of Jax. This guy likes to play tricks. When he tricked Eris before, he actually tricked Cheng Daiqi as well.

President Cheng is still not sure whether Gru has been wanting to turn against him for a long time - this is the level at which top corrupt police are born.

"Chan, see you at the restaurant. I'll send you the time later. No matter how much I send you, you can move it forward six hours. Is that okay?"

Mr. Cheng smiled and replied.

"To be honest, I really want to see Gru's expression. Actually, you still have a way to go."

"what?"

"Let our respected Sheriff Gru lick his beautiful wife. As long as we lick his wife to make her feel comfortable, won't it be easy to deal with Mr. Niu Sen?

I give this suggestion for free, no need to thank me or pay!

How is it? We have a good relationship, right? "

Gru: Fuck!

(End of this chapter)