America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 429: Feast of Wolves 7
In the well-known 3A game Cyberpunk 2077, there is a very special organization called 'Trauma Team International', which is a secondary creation of the extremely deformed ambulance industry in the United States.

The Trauma Team, the name doesn't sound too impressive, but their business is to "focus on rapid medical response services". Considering the magical security environment of Night City, this kind of rapid medical treatment often faces the working environment of snatching people from the hands of militants, so they are special armed mercenaries.

For users of trauma team services, from the moment a request for rescue is made, their bills begin to increase at the speed of a space elevator leaving Earth.

Such an abstract game re-creation reflects the reality of America.

Friends who are familiar with America know that the most expensive thing in America is not anything else, but ambulances.

When many unlucky people get injured, the first thing they do is not to check their injuries, but to tell people around them - never, ever call the emergency number.

But for the police, the injuries at the scene of the incident are not a big deal.

Isn’t it just an extremely expensive ambulance?
We don't have to pay.

One word: scream!

However, for Burns, the one who entered the ambulance was the injured stowaway in the container, but he was the one who was heartbroken.

“Have you counted how many people are in the container?”

Ambulances came one after another, and the police officers who were isolating the reporters outside had already pulled two layers of people, but the exact number of injured people has not yet been counted.

At this point in a drug enforcement operation, specific law enforcement issues are no longer important. What Burns needs to consider is how to pass the buck.

But he at least needs to know how big this pot is.

"There are at least a hundred of them, packed like sardines in a can, head."

Burns closed his eyes in pain and realized that it was difficult to shirk his responsibility.

"What about injuries?"

At this point, Burns' only hope is that not too many people get hurt.

Looking at his boss's anxious eyes, the subordinate gritted his teeth and said.

“Six people died, more than a dozen were seriously injured, and the majority had minor injuries.

If you need, I can tell the hospital we work with - there are too many injured and it will be difficult for everyone."

Hey man, I can help you with some of this pot. It’s not much, but it’s my limit.

Burns hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded barely perceptibly.

The emergency department has a communication mechanism for special clients such as the police. The core of the communication is that the police can provide them with performance. If the relationship is not well maintained, future performance will be hard to say.

Many people mistakenly believe that medical treatment in the United States is free, but this is a misreading without the qualifier.

In the case of the injured stowaways in the boxcar, their emergency room bills were paid for by someone else—and their ambulance bills were also paid for by someone else.

Emergency hospitals and ambulance companies package and sell these difficult-to-recover accounts to other institutions before they even start taking patients for treatment.

And these 'other institutions' are no fools either.

They may have strong corporate connections and can recover some of these bad debts from government-operated medical insurance accounts under various pretexts.

Or they can master financial magic and "resolve" such bad debts through the model of financial derivatives trading.

Finally, it is time to collect debts from the poor. As for how to get money from the poor - no one expects it, it is a useless business.

In this profit chain, the emergency department and the ambulance company eat the money of the payment agencies. Although they get discounts, they can still make a full profit. The payment agencies eat the money of federal medical insurance, local medical insurance, stupid people, black-hearted financial brokers, etc. They can make a big profit by transferring the money with some skills.

There are also some small groups among them that engage in violent debt collection, reselling spare parts, forcing women into prostitution, etc., and they can make a little money from them.

But in the final analysis, one of the core points of this model is not to make everyone uncomfortable, so Burns' subordinates dare to take some responsibility on their own initiative.

The police have been asking you for performance every now and then. Now the police are in trouble, won’t you show your support?

Those who are seriously injured should be treated to death, and those who are lightly injured should be excluded according to the situation. If we round them up, the severity of their injuries can be halved.

Since the people are already dead, we can do some statistical magic and reduce the total number.

That's how it is with American police. Gru is not clean, but that doesn't mean others are clean.

"SIR, the journalists have already started live broadcasting, and our interception is being attacked by them as a cover-up of the truth."

Just as Burns was overwhelmed, his subordinate police officer came to report with sweat on his forehead.

"Covering up the truth? Are we the police or are they the police? A bunch of Shabi!"

The inspector cursed angrily.

However, no matter how dissatisfied he was, Burns still had to come forward to express the police's position.

The fourth power, what do you think?

Looking at the densely packed cameras, Burns cursed these vulture-like reporters in his heart and started his public relations work with a Sima face.

"Hello everyone, I'm Inspector Burns. Tonight's operation is..."

Burns talked a lot but didn't reveal any information. These reporters who were hunting for news were really not easy to deal with. How could they let him go like that?
"We noticed a lot of emergency vehicles coming over. Was anyone injured in tonight's operation?"

Of course, Shabi, you also saw the ambulance coming, why are you asking?

Asking for your code!

"We have done our best to protect innocent people during law enforcement, but you also know that this is Highway 10, and accidents are inevitable."

As a police officer himself, Burns gave a perfect explanation.

Accident, understand?

“Was the person you shot dead black?”

Burns looked at the reporter who asked the question. If he knew magic, he would have crushed the bitch to ashes with his eyes by now!
Have you ever asked this question?
Isn't this pure FAKENEWS?

I haven't even mentioned who we shot dead, and you're already blaming us for shooting dead black people?

Burns likes to take sides and speculate on his future, but he is still a man of blood.

He suppressed his anger and replied.

"Tonight's action will be announced later in the law enforcement process. For specific details, you can watch the law enforcement video we released. Now I still need to report to the leader. Please maintain order and do not affect the law enforcement. Thank you!"

You can't say anything about black people. If you do, you'll fall into the trap of these bitches.

Even though American police often empty their magazines on black people, they are still afraid in front of the camera.
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At the intersection, a red McLaren stopped.

Will looked at the 'post office' across the street and cursed with mixed feelings - to be precise, it couldn't be called a post office now.

Before Sheriff Gru retired from the LAPD, he built a new police station next to his home, and hired the most powerful gang members.

The post office used to be only two stories high, but now a temporary guardhouse has been built on the roof to keep someone on duty at all times.

It feels a bit like combat readiness duty.

America is like this. The capital here dares to assassinate the President, and the President’s abnormal death rate is close to 20%.

Compared to the commander-in-chief, Gru thinks that he, a small black policeman, is less safe.

So, he lived in a blockhouse, set up sentries, and arranged secret passages, not to mention the multiple safe houses in California.

The McLaren's engine roared, and Will, feeling anxious, couldn't wait to see that bitch Gru.

However, Gru's mansion was not something he could enter whenever he wanted.

Under the watchful eyes of the sentry, Will's car stopped in front of Gru's door. Two bodyguards came up to check if he was carrying a gun, and then took his cell phone without explanation. "Fuck, do you know who I am?"

"Of course, Mr. Will, you are not an ordinary person, so you understand the importance of rules better."

“Since when has your master become qualified to set bullshit rules?
This is California, it's my territory!"

"All I know is that this is the boss's home, and we have to make sure there are no accidents. Please come in."

Facing Will's murderous face, the corrupt police bodyguard who had really killed people shrugged and said in a relaxed manner.

"Mr. Will, don't embarrass us, we are just bodyguards."

Will cursed under his breath and turned to go through the door.

The two bodyguards looked at each other, sneered, and continued watching the short video.

Their job now is very easy. If there are no accidents, they just need to do some simple fishing and patrol from time to time.

It’s not a big deal if an accident happens, you just need to try your best.

Loyalty means that I am willing to fight for you, but it does not mean that you can treat us as cattle and horses.

This is what it means to work hard. Gru can't ask his old friends to work like slaves for him. It's not easy for everyone, and being respectful to each other is the best relationship.

“Gru, it’s time to take care of your guard dogs, I understand they searched me, and I respect that.

But they took my phone. What? Am I not your friend? "

Will started to attack right away and started to complain.

He and Gru used to have a good relationship. After Gru joined the California Gang, he had two lines of relationship.

One is his transgender wife, the other is Niu Sen, and the key to the latter is Will. After all, Gru can't be involved with the state shepherd every day, it's inconvenient.

So, Gru and Will became like-minded friends.

"They're my brothers, Will, did your mouth just eat shit?"

Sheriff Gru is not pampering Will now.

Times have changed, kid. We're on two sides now. I don't have to give your brother face and play some disgusting pizza game with you.

Unlike Will's hobbies, Gru likes adult women.

As the younger brother of the governor, Will had almost never been scolded in such a direct manner in California.

He stood in front of Gru with a pale face, and for a moment he even forgot how to fight back.

Gru looked at this idiot without saying anything, and the two of them just stared at each other for a long time.

Staring is violence, Gru carries out his violence, and Will doesn't even dare to resist.

Game of Thrones revealed its true colors at this moment.

If you bring in the world view of Journey to the West.

Will is Niu Sen's mount, but Niu Sen is also just Cheng Zong's mount. In this evaluation dimension, Gru and Niu Sen are on the same level.

Capital does not represent a certain amount of money, it only represents a production relationship, and Niu Sen has become a part of the relationship system constructed by Cheng Zong.

Will hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to resist.

Gru smiled listlessly and explained.

"The situation is special now. Lake has found out about the BEC incident, and he's keeping an eye on me, Will.

I trust you, but I'm not sure if you're being monitored."

It's all Lake's fucking fault, get it?
Will sat down feeling uncomfortable and said.

"Our people were intercepted by a LAPD inspector. Did you know about this?"

Penetrating the fog surrounding the identity business, there are only two real players, Niu Sen and Mr. Cheng.

Will knew what was going on, so how could Gru not know?
His subordinates are the specific persons in charge!
"It's not a big deal. I've already said hello."

Will came to ask for an explanation, and Gru gave it to him, and it was quick and clear.

It’s just that although Will is a big Shabi, he is compared to people like Gru, Cheng Zong, and Niu Sen.

In this circle full of carnivores, he looks like a husky, but he has some experience after all.

"Are you sure I'm saying this isn't getting out of hand?"

Will really didn't know how to ask, he hoped Gru would be a secondary person.

But he himself knew that this request was unlikely.

This is ineffective communication. From the time Will came until now, all communication has been ineffective.

Many people think they have the right to refuse, but only after being in the situation will they understand that sometimes you don’t even have the right to refuse.

Mr. Cheng, you are playing an open conspiracy.

"Of course it's not out of control. That inspector is Lake's man. He has caused a big mess this time. Ha, don't worry, it won't get bigger."

Gru's attitude was excellent, depicting a plot that was completely contrary to the facts.

But having a good attitude is useless. Idiots will get entangled in attitude. No matter how stupid Will is, doesn't he still have a smart older brother? ——
"I finally understand his plan now, Will. He is a formidable opponent, the youngest and most cunning opponent I have ever seen."

The more the governor got to know Cheng Daiqi, the more he admired him.

"Why don't we join forces with Garcetti and take them down? These people are going too far!"

Will's current role is like a eunuch who spreads rumors. He really hates Gru's expression today.

Gru, you were not even a dog before, what qualifications do you have to put on airs in front of me?
"What do you know? Help Garcetti and consolidate his power in San Lorenzo. Who will have the final say in California in the future?"

Niu Sen cursed, closed his eyes and began to think.

Apart from the fact that he is not greedy when eating, Mr. Cheng's design has no flaws.

Those possible risks of overflow were easily resolved in the face of Mr. Cheng’s generous large profit share.

Now Niu Sen knew clearly that he had stepped into a complete conspiracy, but he still had to go on.

He can get the money from cryptocurrency, and he also gets a share of the profits from the private prison project.

Economic interests are one aspect, and political interests are another. Although the pie that Mr. Cheng draws is abstract and elusive, Niu Sen can understand it.

Moreover, Cheng Daiqi and his group are young. Wolf, Temir, and Cheng Daiqi himself are all very young.

Bully the old but not the young!

Smiling bitterly and shaking his head, Mr. Zhou Mu lamented that he really had no choice at all.

"Contact Robert, I want to see him."

Will asked doubtfully.

"Which Robert?"

"Disney."

(End of this chapter)