America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 360: American Women

Time is the most ruthless thing in this world. Many heroes who once suppressed the world cannot withstand the ravages of time and are used as stepping stones toyed with when they are old.

Old Crusoe looked at the young people sitting opposite him, and the thought that subconsciously emerged in his mind was powerlessness.

Wolf Dracula, in his early thirties, is the head of the Dracula family.

Temir Karamakris was in his twenties, had a wealth level similar to his own, and came from a prominent family.

To achieve great things, well, let’s not talk about it.

In short, old Crusoe, who was tortured by the three little Dengs, felt somewhat sad in his heart.

He was young once, he was full of vigor and he had unlimited ambitions.

“Where does your confidence come from?”

Wolfe didn't say anything. His eyes moved between Cheng Daiqi and Mi'er, observing the movements of this couple.

"Mr. Crusoe, Sheriff Gru is our man. I ordered Gru to arrest your son."

The black-haired rich woman came up with a bomb, which made old Crusoe's mouth open wide.

Wow, you guys are really not shy at all!
The hero comes from Xiao Deng, right?
"Not only your son, but Wolf's assistant Eris was also arrested. If you don't believe me, you can ask Wolf?"

Mier continued to output, but Crusoe knew this.

But the meaning revealed in the words of the black-haired rich woman was too shocking, and the old man was unable to react for a while.

He asked in some surprise.

“Gru is your man, but you clearly did that day, so was this a plan planned in advance?

You dare to do this in the California Gang's territory. Was it arranged by your brother?"

The old man finally understood, and Cheng Daiqi felt relieved.

Old Crusoe has been in California for so many years and is worth billions, so he still has some vision.

"No, I arranged it."

There was a hint of chill in Mi'er's tone. She always felt that old Crusoe still looked down on her.

Yes, she bowed to Achilles, but her relationship with Achilles was now a partnership, not one of subordination.

The 20 billion dollar estate is not a gift. The price Mier gave was not to compete with Achilles for the inheritance!

Her boy had gone to great lengths to push the two of them to this point, not to make things easier for someone or some people!
There is no so-called God above their heads, and everything they have today is achieved by them at great risks!

"You, what's wrong with you?"

"Crusoe, you'd better think it over before you speak. Just because we are willing to give you a chance doesn't mean you have the right to speak carelessly."

Wolfe, who was touched by Cheng Daiqi's arm, reluctantly became a tool.

He was in a bad mood. Mr. Cheng and Mi'er were a pair of dogs and bitches who were even more ruthless than him. Now they wanted to remotely control him to become their agent in the California Elephant Party.

I, Wolfe, am worth hundreds of billions. Do you think you deserve it?
This was Wolfe's delusion deep in his heart, but when he thought about it carefully, he found that Cheng Daiqi was really worthy of it.

Gru's knife is theirs, the California Elephant Party needs the support of the Elephant Party, Achilles has dealt with the Elephant Party, and Mi'er is Achilles' sister.

After all the calculations, Wolfe sadly realized that he could only be a tool for the time being.

Especially, Mr. Cheng would pull the dog leash from time to time - that unlucky guy named Eris. The feeling of having a sword hanging around his neck made Wolf feel helpless.

Dog men and women!
"Wolf, are you kidding me?
I thought Gru's mess was ordered by Niu Sen or someone from the California Gang, but it turns out it was you two young fools who did it.

Ha, young people, it's not your turn to call the shots in America!"

When Crusoe said 'you two', he was actually referring to Honey and Wolfe.

The old man must have understood Wolfe's threat, but he said it anyway, he was making a statement.

The Crusoe family is also a well-known wealthy family in California. In the past, Crusoe dared to criticize Niu Sen because he had the confidence.

Unfortunately, Mr. Cheng and Mi'er are not Niu Sen, whose hands and feet are bound by rules.

Faced with the old man's arrogance, Mi'er sneered and looked at President Cheng.

Under the puzzled gaze of old Crusoe, Cheng Daiqi pointed at Danze who was standing at the door, and then pointed at old Crusoe.

"Let him find out the situation."

Brother Xiao Hei was not at all soft-hearted towards capitalists like Old Crusoe. In less than two seconds, before Old Crusoe could react, Brother Xiao Hei gave this capitalist a little shock.

"boom!"

The first punch landed on old Crusoe's left shoulder blade - Denzel was afraid that he might kill the old man with a random punch.

"boom!"

The second punch hit old Crusoe's chest. Danzig's movements were as graceful and smooth as if he was preparing to slaughter a flying pig.

"No! No, stop fighting!"

"boom!"

Another punch, Cheng Daiqi didn't call for stop, so Danze certainly wouldn't stop.

As a confused soldier, he found long-lost happiness in the process of beating the capitalists.

The black-haired rich woman gestured to Wolfe with interest to pour her a glass of wine. She was not going to give any face to this two-faced bastard now.

The attack on Crusoe was aimed at Wolfe.

Violence, at this moment, has nothing to do with whether it is illegal or not, it is just a means of showing determination and courage.

You don't respect us, do you?
I’ll call you to see!

Mr. Cheng and Mi'er were not kind enough to Wolfe in some ways, but overall Wolfe made the most of it.

Why do you want to backstab us?

Because your last name is Dracula?

Then show me how we deal with this arrogant old thing!

Wolfe poured wine for Mier with an expressionless face. The rich black-haired woman smiled and looked at him meaningfully.

"Okay, are you crazy, Danzig, stop it, stop it."

Old Crusoe was beaten so badly that he couldn't even scream. Cheng Daiqi finally recovered from the shock as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Xiao Hei stepped aside, and President Cheng walked over to the wailing old man and helped him up with an apologetic look on his face.

"Hey, Mr. Crusoe, why did you fight with Danzig? Danzig, are you hurt?"

Old Crusoe looked at Cheng Daiqi with hatred, and then looked at Danze viciously.

Danzig had been pretending nothing had happened with an expressionless face, but when he saw old Crusoe looking at him, he suddenly had an idea and decided to shock the capitalist again.

"Click!"

After twisting his finger skillfully, Xiao Hei showed his white teeth and responded to old Crusoe's hateful gaze with a smile.

The sound of bones colliding was so clear in the quiet cigar room that Walsh, who was watching silently on the side, shuddered inexplicably.

Cheng Daiqi himself and his subordinates have always been so unscrupulous and have never changed.

"I have a minor injury on my hand, but I have a severe headache and I don't know what's wrong." Old Crusoe wanted to vomit blood. This was clearly bullying!
"Mr. Crusoe is in good health, Danzer. It's okay. It doesn't matter if he hasn't had the shot. Go back to the hospital for a thorough checkup and send the bill to Mr. Crusoe. He doesn't need this little money."

Cheng Daiqi pushed Crusoe onto the sofa and teased him with a smile.

"Yes!"

Danze's white teeth were quite interesting, and made Mier laugh out loud.

For a moment, the room fell silent, with only Mi'er's laughter floating in the air.

"So, Chan, you're the thug for both of them now?"

At this point, old Crusoe suppressed his anger, pretended to be submissive, and asked.

"Goose~goose~goose~"

Mier lived in Bengbu and her smile was very indecent.

Old Crusoe looked at her in confusion, but Wolfe's actions caught his attention even more.

Wolf Dracula laughed with a stiff face, but his eyes glanced at Old Crusoe who was standing there. Old Crusoe knew that Wolf was not looking at him, but at Cheng Daiqi who was standing next to him.

"Actually, I'm not a thug. I'm just an ordinary businessman, Mr. Crusoe. Well, that's it."

No matter how arrogant old Crusoe was, he should understand the situation now. He asked Wolfe in disbelief.

"Are you his?"

Very unprofessional. It seems that he was really stunned by Danze.

"No, we are all friends, Mr. Crusoe. I asked you to come here today because I want to get in touch with you more and become friends."

Wolfe would not answer such a question. Cheng Daiqi, as the person involved, gave the answer to old Crusoe personally.

Old Crusoe was completely certain that it was Cheng Daiqi who was behind this.

But this was too crazy. He knew that Cheng Daiqi used to be a homeless person. His son had said so himself.

After briefly organizing his thoughts, Old Crusoe chose to launch a counterattack based on Cheng Daiqi's words.

"Is this how you entertain your friends, with your fists?"

“Ha, if you are not satisfied, you can call the police. Sheriff Gru has a good relationship with you, doesn’t he?
You are a super rich man, I think, as long as you ask, he will definitely help you. "

Mr. Cheng’s sarcasm is so humorous. This time, not only Mi’er, but even Wolf has moved to Bengbu.

"Fuck, you guys were playing me that day. You knew Gru would definitely refuse to help me, so you urged me to go find him on behalf of the California Elephant Party!"

Honey taunted.

"Come on, Mr. Crusoe, Gru told me everything clearly, and you didn't mention anything about other people. You only care about your son."

Old Crusoe's lips moved weakly, but he soon realized that there was no room for nonsense now.

The consequence of the escalation of the conflict is that he either has to choose a side or die immediately.

Wealth can bring power, but this power is like rootless water. Unorganized wealth will shatter like bubbles under the impact of violence.

Gru is obviously Niu Sen's man, but he was controlled by Cheng Daiqi and his gang of Xiao Deng to do something big. Their purpose is definitely not simple!
"So, what do you want from me?"

Old Crusoe took out his handkerchief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and asked.

The black-haired rich woman put down her wine glass, looked at Wolfe, and said in a low and serious voice.

"I want Saint-Lodu!"

Wolfe lowered his eyebrows. He was now certain that the couple was absolutely aware of his betrayal of Mr. Cheng and Mi'er.

At this moment, Mi'er may have already obtained the support of the core circle of the Elephant Party. She is warning herself today!

'Wolf, don't move!'

"LA's GDP is $1 trillion, making it the second largest city in the world after New York. Do you know what you are talking about, Honey?"

Old Crusoe had no time to be surprised, he just felt a little dizzy.

Are all the young people nowadays so crazy?

"Don't call me Mi'er, call me Ms. Temir!"
-
In San Francisco, Niu Sen’s residence is heavily guarded.

The SFPD officers worked together in twos and threes to provide the governor with a security service that was even more luxurious than that of the President's Secret Service.

Inside the mansion, in Niu Sen's office, the governor who had just escaped from the clutches of the devil was scolding the sheriff of the SFPD.

"Budget! Budget! Budget! Are you short of those tens of millions?

You cry poor every year, you cry poor every year, you cry poor every year. Have I ever given you less money?"

The governor's eyebrows were full of anger, he was too insecure.

“Isn’t it just arranging a security team of 50 people for me? You have tens of thousands of police officers. Is it difficult to arrange 50 people to protect me?
Over the years, I have increased your budget every year. It was me who put you in this position, and it was me who gave you money to arrange your subordinates. Now you tell me that you have no money!
Believe it or not, I will fire you and replace you with a dog!

At least the dog wags its tail at me instead of complaining about the budget like you do!"

The SFPD chief said with tears in his eyes.

"Mr. Niu Sen, I am loyal to you, but a large portion of the 10,000 police officers are civilians, and some are older or unsuitable for frontline missions. The remaining capable personnel are only two to three thousand.

If a team of 50 people is to be maintained for a long time, the overall size should be set to at least 300 people.

Niu Sen interrupted him.

"Four hundred people! Arrange another twenty to protect my family. This year's budget is limited. I will continue to increase your salary next year!"

The SFPD chief asked suspiciously.

"Are you worried about something? If someone threatens your safety, I can send someone to help."

"Your people, ha, I'll be satisfied if your people don't shoot me!

Set up a security team as soon as possible. I think we can use the San Francisco Traffic Police as a cover, and expand my fleet at the same time!"

The governor's words were clear enough, and the SFPD chief had no choice but to comply.

However, on the way out of the governor's mansion, the sheriff met Nancy and the laughing girl who were hurrying over.

As a veteran political leader in San Francisco, Nancy's status is very high.

The Sheriff wanted to talk to him, but Nancy just said "Sorry, let's meet next time" and left, leaving the Sheriff standing there alone, disheveled in the wind.

He was wondering how big a trouble the California gang was in. Niu Sen was so scared that he was crying for food, and Nancy flew over from Capitol Hill in a hurry. It was too scary.

The smiling girl noticed that the SFPD chief of police seemed a little depressed by Nancy's cold reception. She smiled sweetly at the chief of police and said.

"Hey, hello, thank you for your hard work, the SFPD here are all great guys."

The sheriff glanced at her and snorted with disdain.

"Ah."

senator?
No, she’s just an Indian girl who became a mistress!
No one could have imagined how wild the future life of the smiling girl would be, a wildness that even she herself could not have imagined.

So she just laughed again and quickly followed the pace of the old witch Nancy.

This time, Madam Speaker of the House of Representatives went home to put out the fire!
(End of this chapter)