America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 359 The Hunt for God Begins Here

Mi'er was blaming herself while Cheng Daiqi was driving.

She had clearly stood on the top of a mountain that countless people could never reach in their lifetime. She had clearly received a gift of 20 billion from her brother. She had clearly won.

But the bulk of the $20 billion asset package is the logistics company, which is one of the most important weapons of the Karamacris family in America. Mr. Cheng’s judgment is likely to be true - Achilles’ gift is full of malice.

The criteria for success and failure are vague. For Mier, today's compromise is a complete failure.

“In fairy tales, when a princess is imprisoned or kidnapped, a warrior will travel across mountains and rivers to rescue her. He carries a sword and rides a horse. His face is covered with thick dust, but his eyes are exceptionally bright and lively.

You see, the twists and turns of the road do not indicate the end, and everything is not settled yet."

The man’s comfort is interesting, but Mier doesn’t need such tenderness at the moment.

The object relations problems she had experienced in the past were triggered by Achilles, and she once again hated herself and tried to find redemption through some kind of self-flagellation.

"No, I'm not a princess, Chan, and you're not a prince either. You're a brilliant liar. Look at your career, MCN. You first deceived the influencers and then the audience. LCE and BEC were designed for commercial fraud from the beginning."

"That means the evil prince and the wicked witch have gotten together. Oh my god, what is our goal? If it is to kill the people who stand in our way, then we seem to be angels."

"Fuck, why are you the prince and I am the witch, can't I be the evil princess?"

"Look, Mi'er, you just said, 'I'm not a princess'. I respect your soul so much."

"Don't mention the soul. People who like to mention it are usually demons."

"Devil, ha, I am the devil, Mi'er. You were expecting me to be able to squeeze through the narrow door."

Temir stopped talking. She was a girl with rich emotions, so she was good at controlling them.

At this moment, she wanted to calm down.

Don't argue with him, this bastard is just talking nonsense to divert my attention.

"Chan, what should we do next?"

"We are already the devil, so let's see who wants to be our God."

Cheng Daiqi raised the corners of his mouth and smiled ostentatiously.

God?

Ha, the devil’s function is to oppose God.

But it was just a temporary compromise. The last choice to retreat allowed him to take many steps forward.

"When you say God, I think of Achilles. He always pretends to be arrogant and looks down on everyone, but I don't want to scold him now."

After calming down a little, Temir put down the mirror and fixed her makeup.

Cheng Daiqi was right. Things had come to this point and there was no need for the two of them to get entangled.

When it comes to a bleak future, they are no match for Sheriff Gru.

In terms of success or failure in the gambling game, they were no more unlucky than Niu Sen.

In terms of being doomed, they are not as good as Eris.

So many people were driven to extreme ecstasy by the two of them. Compared with these unlucky guys, they were already lucky enough.

"Why don't you want to curse?"

"It makes me look like a petty person. You know, the kind that dares not say anything to someone's face but points fingers behind their back is so mean."

Cheng Daiqi frowned slightly and said comfortingly.

"Scold me, you are not a princess, but your own king, Mi'er, let go of the pressure in your heart and live a carefree life."

The black-haired rich woman noticed something was wrong and she looked at Cheng Daiqi in confusion.

"Is your mentality changing again?"

Mr. Cheng nodded.

"That's about right. I have no choice but to win to the end. Otherwise, I'll become a big liar. That's what you warned me at the beginning."

This is a response to what Mi'er just said about Cheng Zong's career being a scam, but the meaning contained in it goes far beyond that.

In fact, in addition to Mi'er who reminded Cheng Daiqi, Xiao Zhao also reminded him.

But Mi'er made the reminder because she didn't want to see Cheng Daiqi take any risks, while Xiao Zhao didn't want Cheng Daiqi to be tortured by his own inner rut.

To Cheng Daiqi, both girls are good girls.

"This is what my grandfather told me, Chan, I have no home anymore."

Mi'er missed home, but the home she missed no longer existed after her grandfather passed away.

Anthony?
To Mi'er, he was more like a monarch than a father.

There are too many children in the Karamachris family, and Mier rarely feels loved by her father.

"Why, are you trying to gain my sympathy by playing the victim?"

Mr. Cheng is such a sharp-tongued person, and his vigilance is so professional and smooth.

To him, Mi'er is a good girl, but this rich black-haired woman is also a real witch.

"Fuck, I was expecting you to comfort me, but this is how you, a bitch, comforted me. You're a jerk!"

Although he was scolded, Mr. Cheng was not annoyed at all, he smiled.

"Hahaha, so go find a good man, Mi'er, and start a new family."

The black-haired rich woman choked in an unpleasant tone.

"I will stay by your side and watch you get shot to death, bitten to death by a dog, drowned, committed suicide, poisoned, or killed by a womanizer, and then I will collect your body.

Finally, I will carve a line of words on your tombstone - 'Here lies a great gay who once warmed up thousands of cold sausages'. Only in this way will I be happy! "

After hearing the first part of what Mi'er said, Mr. Cheng still thought that Mi'er was a little vicious, but after hearing the latter part of what she said, Mr. Cheng actually began to hope that he could be crushed to ashes by the enemy.

We must not let Mier bury herself, that would be too ridiculous.

"Actually, you're going a bit too far."

Mr. Cheng decided to end the conversation. There would be more to talk about after he met Crusoe. Let old Crusoe bear the output of this crazy woman.

"Not at all! You're not even a man!"

The fact that the rich black-haired woman actually wanted to export it was even more insulting.

Mr. Cheng drove silently, treating Mi'er's nonsense as air.

After a long time, Mier said uneasily.

"Chan, I have always been like this, you know, I don't mean any harm, it's just my personality."

Mr. Cheng stopped the car, looked at the red light, and said quietly.

"No, you even tried to provoke me. I saw through it, but I don't want to argue with you.

Mi'er, you can't do this. How can such a simple provocation work on me?"

Temir thought Cheng Daiqi was being a little rude and that saying so made him look stupid.

"It's just that sometimes it might be better if you optimize your language. Just now, you said you would stay with me until I die, but the way you expressed it sounded like you were expecting me to die sooner. Well, it would be better to change the way you express it."

The black-haired rich woman said nothing and turned sideways to look out the window.

Cheng Daiqi's next words are so rude.

You're just smart, right?

"But I really don't have a home anymore, Chan."

"Home is where I am."

"We're getting married?"

"No, I mean family affection." "Oh, I've always wanted to kill my brother, so you want to call me mom from now on?"

A sly smile appeared on Temir's face.

"Actually, there is another solution. You know, I don't mind you calling me dad."

Cheng Daiqi used his Hua Jin and blocked it directly.

You want to take advantage of me? You are dreaming!
"Wait a moment!"

"how?"

Cheng Daiqi stopped trying to open the car door and looked at the girl in the passenger seat, this strange girl.

"I need to find a suitable feel!"

The woman who was defeated in the battle of verbal attacks adjusted her state and left the car first.

Mr. Cheng shrugged, smiled, stood up and left.

The first person to appear was Niu Sen, and the second was Achilles.

One is a designed prey, and the other is an accomplice who is forced to get on the car.

Today, Old Crusoe came to Wolfe's house and became the third key figure.

If Accountant Jia is the first training target of Cheng Zong's small group, then the head of the Crusoe family, who has been deeply rooted in America for many years, is the key figure to test the value of Cheng Daiqi's power.

This old fox is Gru's friend, a major donor to the California Elephant Party, a leader of the California MAGA faction, and the one who plays with the President's trusted No. 6.

After hitting a wall again and again, old Crusoe is finally going to meet the director of this chaos.

However, old Crusoe, who was tasting cigars with Wolfe, didn’t know yet that Mr. Cheng and Mi’er would come.

So asked old Crusoe, who was somewhat irritated by Wolfe's delay.

"You said there's no need to rush, but the president kept making excuses. I talked to McCarthy, but he was unwilling to interfere in California's affairs. How could I not be anxious?"

Wolfe asked back, pretending to be curious.

"This series of actions directed by Gru is very problematic. Why don't you start with the LAPD's procedures?"

Old Crusoe looked at Wolfe with disgust; he smelled a conspiracy.

You, Wolfe, are a native of California, and the person kidnapped in the Red Street kidnapping case was your brother. How could you not know how big Gru's problem is?

He is a bastard who is useless even if the commander-in-chief puts pressure on him. Now that Gru is confirmed to have the support of Niu Sen behind him, how brave do I have to be to be the first to confront the California Gang?

Crusoe's judgment is that the core figures of the California Elephant Party are all the old men who dare to support the Elephant Party in a deep blue state. Every one of them is an expert at jumping left and right. The person who was imprisoned under Wolf was just a campaign aide, unlike himself, whose son was arrested, so Wolf is now instigating himself.

"Ha, I'll find a way."

Old Crusoe stood up, straightened his clothes, and prepared to leave.

He waited too long, and Mi'er and Cheng Daiqi were delayed by Achilles' visit.

"But that's enough for today, Wolfe. I still have to go to San Francisco."

Wolfe asked thoughtfully.

"Are you going to talk to Niu Sen or anyone else?"

"What else? The Elephant Party, huh, none of those people up there have any balls!"

Old Crusoe sneered, cursed Wolfe secretly, and turned to walk out.

"If I were you, one day in the future, I would regret leaving now."

Crusoe turned around abruptly and looked at Wolfe fiercely.

I've felt something was wrong with you for a long time, Wolfe!

It was you who urged me to go find Gru in person. I was turned down by Gru, and then you said you would introduce someone to me.

But I've been waiting since this morning, and it's already four o'clock in the afternoon, where is he?

"Hey, don't look at me like that, Mr. Crusoe. I've been waiting for you and I don't know what delayed them."

"So, who are we waiting for? Is the person you invited more important than you?"

Just now he was secretly cursing, and now he is secretly praising - this is the West Coast, and this is how the West Coast is.

"Important? I'm far from it. Sometimes I even worry that I'll never wake up after falling asleep."

"No, Wolfe, don't worry, God will bless you."

A voice came from the door, Cheng Daiqi pushed open the door of the cigar room and walked in with a smile.

"Mr. Crusoe, I'm sorry I'm late."

Looking at Cheng Daiqi's calm face, old Crusoe was puzzled at first, then pondered, and finally laughed sarcastically.

He looked at Wolfe and taunted.

"This is such a big shot, ha, Wolfe, hahahahaha, I think I'd better go to San Francisco.

That old witch Nancy is back, and I can catch a plane there now and have dinner with her."

Rick Crusoe is a veteran face-changing artist.

However, he is still very polite, Dell, you see, he doesn't even bother to ridicule Cheng Daqi.

"Decent"

Wolfe shook his head without saying anything, but just extended his hand to signal Mr. Cheng to sit down first.

Seeing that the two young men didn't take his words seriously, old Crusoe snorted coldly and left.

He thought these two people were simply incomprehensible!
You have no ability at all, and you just waste my time!

"Kick! Kick! Kick!"

The sound of high heels hitting the carpet was a little muffled, but Mi'er soon appeared around the corner.

Looking at Old Crusoe walking towards him, he noticed that there was no one following him.

Mi'er's eyes moved, and she instantly understood what had happened.

She spoke softly, smiling as she said the most impolite words.

"Old man, your son is about to die, and you don't even know who to kneel down and cry in front of."

Old Crusoe looked down on Honey, but he respected Honey's family.

"Temir? What do you mean?"

The black-haired rich woman walked straight past him and entered the room, but old Crusoe heard her words clearly.

"Come on, Wolfe told us you're a useful man, you'd better pray you're really useful, or I'll arrange for a hundred blacks to pamper your son in prison."

As if she had thought of something interesting, Mier stopped in front of the door and turned to look at old Crusoe with amusement.

"White, fat, and a rich second-generation. Guess how much those niggers like your son?"

That’s how the rich brunette does things.

Sweet words and interests connected?
Do not!
I'm holding a knife to your butt, do you dare to disobey me?

You look down on women, don't you?
You thought Chan couldn't help you?
Shabi, it’s an honor to have you at the table!

It was humiliating to bow down to Achilles, and it was painful to be homeless.

But selling your soul to the devil pays off. If Achilles wants to get a share of the cake given to him by Daqi and wants Honey to be more content for the time being, he has to deal with the pressure from the Donkey Party on Capitol Hill.

With someone holding the defense from above and Gru controlling the situation from below, Niu Sen was forced to not dare to look for Garcetti in the middle.

Now, in Saint Luodu, Cheng Daiqi and Mier can be invincible.

(End of this chapter)