America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 354: The world is dangerous, who wouldn’t regret?
"Considering the three realities just mentioned, Mr. President, we have designed two relatively safe response plans for you."

"Wait a minute, wait for the California Elephant Party to make a decision. Of course we have to take into account the friendship of fellow Elephant Party members, but if they are a group of scattered sand, then..."

Everyone knows what the California Elephant Party is like.

Crusoe, who claims to be under the banner of the MAGA faction, doesn't want to get involved in anything and is a complete liar. The so-called future core figure Wolf Dracula is blatantly flirting with the Donkey Party and the California Gang.

Represented by these two people, most of the California Elephant Party members behave in a similar way to them - they are Californians first, and Elephant Party members second.

California is the territory of the Donald Trump Party, and this influence has made the California Elephant Party less cohesive over the long term. This is also one of the reasons why the President wants to quit while he is ahead.

When Jared said this, the commander-in-chief immediately understood. He nodded slowly, signaling his son-in-law to continue.

"The second idea is that you can pretend you don't know and just work normally as usual. This matter is too sensitive. Sometimes not knowing is a good idea."

The commander-in-chief's eyes lit up.

This is good, this is clever.

The vortex in California is getting bigger and bigger. Achilles' attack has obviously reached its end. The commander-in-chief wants to compromise, but the California gang won't give him face.

Now the California Gang has pinned the California Elephant Gang to the ground and beaten them repeatedly with belts. The President really doesn't want to get too involved.

Platforming is an art. At this time, platforming will have huge potential benefits, but also huge potential risks.

"What will other people think? My budget for the wall hasn't even been approved yet."

The commander-in-chief asked somewhat nervously.

"Um, do you really want to keep dragging it out for a wall?"

Jared realized he was stupid after he finished speaking. This question was inappropriate from all angles and extremely inappropriate.

"Child, it's not about the wall. Ha, it's not about the wall. You are smart and you understand."

The political helplessness is clearly demonstrated by the president at this moment.

"Wait for them to call me. The specific response will be based on the second idea of ​​the safe plan. You go to California for me and do your best to appease them. As long as the California Elephant Party is still fighting the California Gang, I will stand up for them to the end!"

This is roughly equivalent to President Chiang sending his men to see Wang, saying that as long as the Wang Puppet regime is irreconcilable with the Japanese, he will still treat him as a brother.

Not to mention that both sides are not good people, that bullshit premise is objectively impossible to achieve, so similar promises are bullshit.

The President can certainly have a clear conscience. The MAGA faction in California was completely usurped by Old Crusoe, and he hasn't said anything about it!

"Father, you should rest first. Good night."

"Goodnight, Jared."

The loving father and filial son, smiling at each other, hung up the phone and looked at their phones in deep thought.

'What does that Shabi mean?'

They thought about this problem together, and one can only say that they are truly father and son.

Compared to Wolfe and Old Joel, the President and Jared played out the father-son relationship 2.0.

A genuine German found a genuine Semitic wanderer son-in-law. This combination seems a bit like an evil fate from a racial perspective. The confrontation between the two tonight was restrained and subtle, and it seemed no different from normal communication.

But they are not ordinary people, one is a political animal, the other is the elite of a family of Semitic wanderers.

All I can say is that they exchanged views fully but did not reach any consensus, and the President did not express his true attitude in the end - he just made excuses with nonsense.

Because Mr. President does not know who Jared is representing to guide his decision-making.

The blond old boy took another bottle of Coke and drank it silently while looking at Twitter.

Maybe he was too sleepy, and he accidentally clicked the "like" button while looking at the girl, which scared him.

The old man hurriedly cancelled the like, sighed, and crawled back into bed.

He already regretted it.

He laughed happily when he laughed at his predecessors, but when President Ao named and ridiculed him to death in front of hundreds of celebrities, he made up his mind in anger.

But now, the shackles of interests and the alienation of power that he faces have made it impossible for him to trust even the people closest to him.

(This part of the plot is realistic)

This is not the throne of an empire, but the crater of a fiery volcano.

The blond old boy didn't know yet that he had actually done a great job. A certain unspeakable person was also sitting on the crater and was burned to the point of having diarrhea.

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Eris and Thomas were imprisoned together.

Well, Sheriff Gru didn't explain, it was Jax who decided this.

This man, ostensibly the chief of a police station in San Lorenzo, is secretly the second-in-command of the LAPD.

Now that Gru has once again backstabbed his superior and joined forces with the Cheng Daiqi Group, Jax can be said to be second only to the emperor.

"Mr. Eris, do you have anything to eat?"

Dormer no longer wanted to complain, he just wanted a bite to eat.

Poor Tianjian, he is a big fat man and now he is dizzy and hungry because of the unethical LAPD.

“I envy your mentality.”

The West Coast dream chasing boy sat cross-legged on the bed, his back against the wall, his eyes narrowed, and he responded to Dormer softly.

He is meditating.

This world is complicated, and the situation Eris faces is also complicated. Now he can finally calm down and think about his own affairs.

"Sheriff Gru is a friend of Chan's, and also a friend of my father's. It'll be fine. Eris, I remember you and Chan were also on good terms?"

More than that, Thomas reminded Cheng Daiqi twice that Eris was not a good person.

But now his sincere friend was imprisoned with the poisonous snake Eris, and Thomas felt very strange.

"Yeah, we're friends, he's a good guy."

Eris said this with a warm smile on her face.

There was a camera diagonally above and to the left opposite him, so Eris didn't dare to say anything.

He has now given up the idea of ​​speculating about Cheng Daiqi and Gru. One of them is as smart as a demon, and the other is as crazy as a devil. He can't beat either of them.

The West Coast is a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery, and Eris is now convinced.

"I am also a good person, why are you arresting me?"

The fat cook's round face was twisted into a ball. He rolled around on the narrow bed all night long, but couldn't figure out why he was caught.

He had asked this question more than a dozen times, but Eris, knowing the reason, never answered.

Although they seem to be the same wanderers, Duomo has a good father.

Eris did not.

Whatever you pursue, you must respect.

Eris had been searching for twenty years, but at this moment, he was broken down by what he was pursuing. He sat on the bed, using meditation to resist despair.

"Breakfast, come and get it!"

The window in the door was opened, and two plates were pushed in, and Thomas almost flew over.

But when looking at the food on the plate, the poor child almost shed tears.

What is all this?

"Officer, we"

"boom!"

The window was closed, and the words that Dormer hadn't said were blocked by the closed door.

"This is not right. This is not right."

The fat cook whispered that he thought this strange arrest and detention was a big problem and he hadn't even seen a lawyer yet.

The cell fell silent. Dormer placed a plate next to Eris and sat back on the narrow bed, looking at the not-so-good food and feeling worried. But the hunger in his stomach was too strong, so he gritted his teeth and ate it.

Two minutes later, Thomas licked his lips, glanced at Eris opposite him, and then quietly looked at the plate beside Eris' legs.

His eyes were like those of a hungry mouse going mad in a disaster year. Domo stared for several seconds, curled his lips slightly, then lowered his head in frustration and scraped the bottom of the plate with a spoon. The fat young man from a wealthy family almost licked it.

No, actually it didn't make much difference. He had already started licking the spoon - in Thomas's mind, he deceived himself into thinking that this behavior was at least more decent than licking the plate directly.

The only food for the fat boy trapped in the cell was so shabby that he carefully moved the spoon along the curved bottom of the plate, scraping away the remaining food residue bit by bit, and then put the spoon into his mouth.

After licking the spoon one last time and looking at the mirror-like plate, Thomas raised his head contentedly, just in time to meet Eris's calm yet infinitely sad eyes.

Dormer was stunned. He could feel that the man opposite him seemed very sad. No, that was not sadness, but a kind of despair that was powerless to struggle in the calm, a suffocating despair.

This despair was like a silent twilight. Even though Eris said nothing and didn't move at all, Thomas could still feel it.

"Mr. Eris, you don't have to worry too much. I know this may involve political struggles. Well, my father and Mr. Wolfe will help us solve it. Let's eat first."

The West Coast dream chasing boy forced a smile and whispered.

"I don't really want to eat. If you're not full yet, you can take my portion."

Dormer wanted to eat, but who isn't a decent fat man? He waved his hands repeatedly.

"No! No! Mr. Eris, you didn't sleep all night either, you..."

"I can gain energy through meditation. Thomas, we are friends after all. Please eat."

The fat cook was stunned. He was not sure whether what Eris said was true, but Eris did meditate all night.

The point is, he was too hungry.

"Then I ate?"

He asked tentatively with a bit of anticipation and a bit of shame.

"Ah."

Eris smiled and nodded, he even raised his hand to hand over his share of food.

The cell was very narrow, with the two of them less than one meter apart. Thomas took Eris' gift in a daze. He was a little impatient in his heart, but his reason reminded him that something was strange.

But Eris, this old fox, was so considerate. After handing the food to Thomas, he closed his eyes and continued to enter a state of meditation, which greatly relieved Thomas' psychological pressure.

He looked at the food in his hand, gritted his teeth, and picked up the spoon.

At worst, I can treat him to a year's meals after I get out. Fat master, I'm not short of money!
Not long after, after finishing his second serving of food, Dormer put the plate aside with an empty look on his face. He wanted to get up and move around, but the cell was so small that he ended up lying down on the bed.

Looking at the surveillance camera above his head, Dormer wondered if someone was watching him.

He grimaced, then shifted his position to lie on his side, his back to Eris.

It’s not that Thomas hates Eris, but in such a cramped environment, he psychologically needs a little so-called sense of security.

"Thomas, I have a brother named Desir Eris."

"He's a bad guy, well, a bad guy in every sense of the word, but if I can't get out, Thomas, I want you to find someone to control him and don't let him do anything stupid."

"Don't say anything. If you want to refuse, then just don't do it in the future. Leave me some hope."

"This isn't a request or a plea. Just think of it as me making a wish."

The fat cook began to regret eating that meal.

He rubbed his stomach, his face looking as bitter as if he had been cheated on.

Eris sat on the bed and noticed that Thomas's toes were wiggling awkwardly.

"Hahahaha, Thomas, hahahaha, forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

The West Coast agent laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes.

What is wrong with me?
Such ridiculous expectations, such pathetic behavior, haha.
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In the closed room, the light on the ceiling is very bright, making the inside as bright as day.

A person wearing a woven bag sits on a chair placed in the center of the room.

The man was still alive and seemed to be struggling, but the ropes that were wrapped around him tied him to death.

The dazed Niu Sen was carried in by someone. Sheriff Gru sat tiredly on the side, and several of his men helped him control the situation in the room.

"It's the third shoot, Mr. State Mu, stop doing these little tricks, there's no point in procrastinating."

Niu Sen was forced to sit under the lamp. He twitched his face but didn't dare to say anything in the end.

He can settle accounts with Gru afterwards, but he must at least have an afterthought.

Several generations of family struggle have brought him to this position. Why should he be so willful?

"I've disliked him for a long time. Those so-called pro-LGBT remarks and policies are just tools for us to deceive idiots, but he actually took them seriously, hahahaha."

Niu Sen looked at the camera and performed on his own.

He made such outrageous remarks that could destroy the American Donkey Party, but his face looked as if it was a matter of course.

First-rate actors are all politicians, and second-rate actors go into the entertainment industry.

Having been taught a lesson twice, this top performance master doesn't need a third 'teaching'.

"stop!"

Gru's interruption made Niu Sen tremble all over. He wanted to negotiate with Gru, but after trying so hard, he could no longer do it.

They are demons, but Gru is more terrifying than demons.

In the eyes of the beast Gru, these demons should be liquidated.

This beast is doing the most outrageous things, but he thinks he can represent justice.

"Don't be nervous, the lights are too bright, turn them off and leave only the one farthest away."

That phone call put a lot of pressure on Gru. He had caused quite a mess. Although he could put the blame on Cheng Daiqi who did not tell the truth, Sheriff Gru understood that he and Cheng Daiqi were inseparable after this merger.

No matter how fiercely the young couple quarreled, they still had to make peace at the end of the bed. He needed to deal with Niu Sen carefully and could not make any mistakes in the details.

As a top corrupt policeman, Sheriff Gru knows exactly what he wants.

Following Sheriff Gru's command, the closed room became completely dim, and Niu Sen's tired and frustrated expression was mostly obscured by the dim environment.

"continue."

Sheriff Gru smoked a cigarette and watched Niu Sen continue to make an impassioned speech in front of the camera, cursing the policies of the Donkey Party and the transgender people in the Getty family.

"Have a cigarette, Mr. Governor. Don't be nervous. Welcome to join the Freemasonry."

Off-camera, a police officer wearing clothes of unknown origin handed Niu Sen a cigarette.

A wisp of smoke floated in front of the governor, which was something that could not be produced by special effects. Looking at the obedient Niu Sen, Sheriff Gru nodded with satisfaction.

"That's almost it, let's get started."

Soon, the police officer off-camera continued to give orders.

Niu Sen failed at this step last time, and was caught by Sheriff Gru and given a good "teaching".

Now, his performance is perfect.

He took out a most common Glock from his pocket and tremblingly lifted the lid of the man covered by the bag. His frightened expression and deformed movements fully revealed the 'truth' of the video.

'Laver, I'm sorry.'

Niu Sen said something silently in his heart, deceiving himself, and then pointed the gun at the head of the sacrificed person.

"Crack!"

The gun is empty!

Niu Sen looked at Sheriff Gru in surprise, and Sheriff Gru was looking at him with a smile.

"Mr. Niu Sen, we were just kidding you. Freemasonry is not that scary. You don't have to sacrifice your relatives. Just find someone else to replace them."

In the closed room, the devil's whispers floated softly, and suddenly, Niu Sen shuddered.

(End of this chapter)