America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 446 Okay, okay, stop shouting
'It cost the Qing government 17 taels of silver to buy a musket, while at that time, a musket on the international market cost 10 taels of silver.

From this, we can conclude that the corruption of the Qing government was very serious! '

China's history textbooks are like collections of humorous stories in the face of reality. Commissioner Smith of the Qing Dynasty only charged seven taels for a gun. How can this be considered corruption?

Master Qingtang is just like this!

American Commissioner Smith was much bolder. The story of six million goats was not far away, and now seventeen thousand wheelbarrows appeared.

But in the face of screws that cost $90,000 a pack, Commissioner Smith's behavior seems too ridiculous.

No organization can avoid the question of 'how to deal with Commissioner Smith'.

However, he is already "Commissioner Smith" and has a position and a chain of relationships. This is also the crux of why such problems are difficult to solve.

such as
"There is definitely something wrong with Jax. After he took the position of director of the Niangniang Temple Branch, the branch's other necessary expenses increased by 37% compared to last year. Compared to the growth rates of other branches, the growth rate of the Niangniang Temple Branch is too high!"

Lake transferred people from the state police, and after they arrived, he quickly arranged them into key departments that he could infiltrate.

Now, his own people in the LAPD's internal audit department have given him the "bullet" he wanted.

"What do you think is the specific problem here?"

When Lake asked this, his men naturally understood that he needed to find more powerful evidence to give the Sheriff a reason to take action.

"Lake, it's hard to find out the specific problem, but I have an idea."

The sheriff put down the documents and looked at his old comrade with a smile.

"Please say."

"We can be more proactive and approach this from the perspective of the California Police Commission. We can coordinate the participation of other key administrative agencies in the name of the Police Commission to take the initiative!"

This is entirely a way of thinking about struggle, rather than finding specific problems, but obviously, the words of this fellow man hit the nail on the head for Lake.

He hesitated and finally spoke.

"Wait a minute. Your investigation is crucial and the solution you proposed is also good, but this matter is more complicated than you think. Let's wait a little longer!"

The old friend left without knowing why. Sheriff Lake sighed, waved to his secretary to go out, and then called Garcetti.

"Mr. Mayor, I have some information I want to report to you in person."

On the other end of the phone, Garcetti replied calmly.

"It just so happens that I want to see you too, come to my house!"
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Mike Pompeo is one of the few people sitting in the front row of the American administrative order. No matter how much he is looked down upon or despised by people on Capitol Hill, it does not change the fact that he is extremely important.

But the importance of a position and the importance of being able to make a difference are two different things.

In his office, Mike Pompeo spent a full hour trying to convince two Democratic senators to support his foreign policy, but still failed.

It can be said that in solving this kind of problem, the role he can play is not as big as that of President Cheng - behind the unquantifiable power there is another set of effective rules, and those are the rules that President Cheng follows.

Although he was hoping that they would get lucky right away, Mike Pompeo still saw off the two Democratic senators with a smile on his face, and then he hurried to the bathroom.

Life is not just about the immediate needs, but also about the gradually rising hairline and the prostate that occasionally strikes.

Feeling the water droplets falling down one by one, Mike Pom was bored and fantasized about the Eastern European girl he ordered tonight. He couldn't wait.

Compared to staying in the organization he is in charge of and being the big brother, he prefers to lie on the bed in the hotel and be the king for a night.

There, in front of those prostitutes who didn't understand the true meaning of America's power game, he might be more like a Secretary of State.

The Secretary of State on the bed - a ridiculous reality, the prostate on strike - a cruel reality, the only outstanding thing about this middle-aged man may be his ability to withstand pressure - well, what a desperate self-consolation this is (zw is not allowed to play it, otherwise it would be even more black humor).

"Bang bang bang!"

Considering that Mike Pompeo is in the State Department, which has the most stringent security in the United States.

It was obvious that this was not a gunshot, but a knock on the door.

Someone is knocking on the toilet door!

The Secretary of State is like this. He is escaping from reality in the toilet, but he still has to face the pursuit of an emergency.

The frightened prostate gave Mike Pong a severe blow on the spot.

Compared to his job, which is so urgent that a female assistant needs to knock on the men's restroom door, the Secretary of State is obviously more concerned about his pants.

After all, no one can hold him accountable if he slacks off at work since he is the boss of the department.

But his pants were soaked with urine, and he really needed to spend money on a new pair of pants.

At this moment, not even a gram of brain was working hard in the mind of the Empire's Secretary of State. His CPU was just concentrating on calculating whether to wash it and pretend nothing happened, or buy a new one - this was a difficult decision, at least more difficult than deciding whether to invade a country because of laundry detergent.

Because, when it comes to changing pants, Mr. Mike Pong really has the final say!
"Sir, I'm sorry, you have to answer this call!"

Because the Secretary of State was busy with national affairs, the fully loaded CPU was unable to handle such an insignificant little accident as the knock on the door, so the female assistant had to push open the door and walk into the men's restroom.

Mike Peng held the gun with both hands and said helplessly.

"You know, I haven't finished my important work yet, so it's not very convenient."

The female assistant looked at his indescribable parts from behind with a pitiful look on her face, feeling sorry for her middle-aged boss who was having a difficult time in state affairs, and then walked forward decisively.

She turned sideways, not looking at something, and reached out to put the phone to the Secretary's ear while reminding him.

"It's the Nigerian ambassador. It's about the president's son-in-law. It's urgent."

Mike Pompeo knew very well how troublesome this matter would be. The Secretary of State did not dare to neglect it. He clamped the phone between his shoulders and looked up to signal the female assistant to get out quickly.

However, bad things are sometimes chosen by the damn Murphy's Law, which randomly selects unlucky people to be blessed.

The Secretary of State's old shoulder, like his sphincter, has some minor functional deficiencies that are debatable.

"Crack!"

The Secretary of State looked in shock at the phone that had fallen into the urinal on the wall, and for a moment it actually worked much more smoothly.

The female assistant still couldn't control her eyes and accidentally saw the Secretary of State's big gun. She gritted her teeth and cursed.

"Damn it, you better tell me you made it!"

The assistant reached out to pick up the phone, but unfortunately felt the hot current coming from the Secretary of State.

"Fuck! This damn phone is waterproof, but not urine-proof!"

However, human joys and sorrows are not shared.

Just as two national stalwarts were taking their cell phones out of the urinal to make America great again (the Secretary of State was responsible for holding it in and the female assistant was responsible for taking it out), an intern from Kentucky accidentally pushed open the bathroom door.

After all, interns have to go to the bathroom too.

This push brought a completely different life to the young man from Kentucky.

In an instant, his pupils were dilated by the scene in the toilet.

The Secretary of State stood there with his underwear half-pulled out, his body erect, while the assistant looked 'intoxicated' as she helped the Secretary of State relieve the stress of work.

Under the 'unfriendly' gazes of the two, the intern said sorry and turned to leave the bathroom.

Washington is so terrible, he wants to go back to Kentucky!
"Mr. Secretary, many reporters suddenly flew to Nigeria just to report on the President's incident. They also asked me to participate in the interview. Can I go?"

"Can't!"

Mike Peng pulled up his trousers, let out a long breath, and replied casually.

Although the President's affair was important, only the assistant thought it was important. Mike Peng thought it had nothing to do with him.

"Ok!"

The ambassador received orders from his superior and ended the communication without further ado.

But soon, before Mike Pong even left the bathroom or had time to wash his hands, the phone rang again.

This time, it was not the work phone in the assistant's hand, but his personal phone.

The assistant cleverly took the phone out of his pocket and held it for him.

"Ms. K., your new girlfriend?"

Mike Pong shook his head slightly without explaining.

New girlfriend.
He couldn't even think about it.

"Hello, Ms. Temir!"

The assistant was somewhat surprised to find that Mike Pom was actually bowing to him through the phone.

Bro, is it that serious?

"I'm in Washington, come see me."

"Yes!"

"Who is she?"

The assistant usually wouldn't ask this kind of question, but she was too curious.

Mike Pong bent down to wash his hands and said meaningfully.

“THE MASTER OF COUNTRY.”

The glass of the toilet in the United States State House was very clean, and the female assistant could clearly see Mike Pomb's complicated expression in the mirror.

She felt a little unsettled.

On this unexpected day, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the deep government.
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At Xizhou Logistics, General Manager Gru is listening to his subordinates’ work reports.

There was a wine glass on his desk and a hemp cigarette in his hand. He looked like a loser rather than the general manager of a large group.

If the shareholders of Xizhou paid a little attention to the facts, they would probably fire Gru.

Unfortunately, Xizhou’s shareholders are not concerned about whether Gru’s behavior will have a negative impact on the logistics group.

Mr. Cheng and Mi'er don't care about the treatment methods, they only care about the efficacy.

"You mean, our branches in three states have all been investigated by Foberle?"

The Sheriff put down his hemp cigarette and asked seriously.

“Yes, warehouse issues, driver registration issues, etc., in fact, everyone is doing these things.

But clearly, we are being targeted, Mr. Grew, and that, in my opinion, is not within the remit of Furber."

Gru smiled. He knew very well whether it was within the scope of Foberle's responsibilities.

It's just pure revenge.

"I understand. You continue to communicate with the relevant person in charge of Foberle and try to solve the problem at the level of specific incidents."

Subordinates have their own work, and Gru has his own work.

The problem at the specific level is not the point. The real trouble is that Foberle counterattacks against Gru.

You said there was any illegal activity in Xizhou?
Stop it.

The law is just a tool. Foboler used the tool to attack Xizhou. The problem is not the tool.

In capitalist countries, government agencies are extensions of the tools and have little independence.

As an important component of the American national coercive force, the intelligence agencies have certain special characteristics besides their instrumental attributes.

That is - is there a controller behind the spy agency? If so, who is it?
The answer is no.

Loyalty is a luxury. Personal loyalty is often unreliable, let alone organizational loyalty.

If Fober can find a powerful idea to strengthen organization and achieve loyalty, the people who will sleep the worst will probably be American capitalists - especially Semitic wanderer capitalists.

After his subordinates left, Gru called Huth.

"Huth, what's going on?"

"Give me money!"

"The people in Foberle are like mad dogs, investigating us in several states. Do you know what's going on?"

"Give me money!"

"Hey man, we're friends, help us!"

"Bitch, give me money!"

"You lack the sincerity to be a friend, Hutt. You know, I am a generous person, otherwise so many people wouldn't like me."

"Gru, you'd better give me the money from last time as soon as possible. I'm not a small character that can be played with by you!"

Gru sneered silently, didn't say much, just continued to ask.

"So, what's the matter?"

Life is like raping a woman, and Gru had undoubtedly raped Huth to the point where he was almost unable to take care of himself.

This is what birth is like.

Hut felt disgusted by Gru, but he still spoke.

"Black Satan suppressed that matter, but you touched Foberle's people, and this is not the first time. Gru, many of us are unhappy with you."

“Who is the leader?”

Sheriff Gru decided to continue killing.

The guiding ideology given by General Cheng is to stand firm and not be afraid of struggle.

In the past, when the situation was unclear, Mr. Cheng was very willing to compromise and was extremely flexible.

But now, President Cheng has already killed his way through Saint Luodu and is about to reign in California (a multi-kingdom reign). If he still has to look at the faces of others, it would be too shameless.

"What do you want to do?" Hut asked vigilantly.

"Give him a warning first, and then give him some psychological comfort money. Don't worry, man, I'm not crazy."

Gru calmly exhaled a puff of hemp smoke and tried to give Hut some reassurance.

"Gru, are you kidding me?"

Hut asked in disbelief.

No, man, I know that your gang leader has succeeded the California Elephant Gang leader, and I understand that you are doing very well in California.

But why are you so crazy as to attack Foberle?
What do you think Foberle is?
"No, President Wolf said that we will fight. We will stand here firmly and face any challenge. Hutt, tell me, tell me the name of that person."

On the other end of the phone, Hut was obviously frightened by Gru's madness. He was silent for a while, as if he was thinking.

"Gru, have you communicated with Chan or Temir?"

"No, name!"

"Are you crazy? I don't want money anymore. Don't contact me again!"

The greediest chief Huth meets the craziest sheriff Gru, who thinks he is a coward.

Hearing what Hut said, Gru's expression finally became serious, and he spoke slowly and firmly.

"Two million, name!"

Hut was a little desperate. The collaborators he chose seemed a little too aggressive.

He is afraid!

The deputy director of Fobolle gave earnest advice.

“Man, we’re just working, you and me.

If you have issues with those people's investigations, I can help alleviate them.

But you shouldn’t do this, my friend.”

Gru laughed silently, he could even imagine Hut's current mental state.

This teasing was successful and gave him a great sense of satisfaction.

Deputy Director Foberle, right?
Aren’t you still afraid?
Within the rules, we are invincible!
Outside the rules, we dare to declare war on anyone!
This is the current value of Mr. Cheng’s faction.

As a new interest group, they have the California Elephant Party as their political base, multiple steadfast core financial backers, and strong organizational execution capabilities - the organizational capabilities under the leadership of General Cheng.

Gru is just Mr. Cheng's dog, but now he dares to attack Foberle.

"Listen, Hutt, you don't even want to tell me a name. Ha, I have reason to suspect that after hanging up the phone, you will report my words to your master!"

Someone said: Brother, if you don’t treat me as a friend, I will treat you as an enemy~
Huth was breathing heavily, and the deputy chief was so emotional that Gru could feel it through the phone.

“Fuck, bitch, listen, no names were named, no one did anything to you, they just don’t like your behavior, that’s all.

Give me two million dollars and I'll take care of your problems, that's it!"

For Hut, today he was not fucked by Gru or the strong woman from life, but by the woman from Chelun.

With the gathering of madmen, shabbos and bitches, Gru dealt a critical blow to Hut.

"The two million dollars is for the name. I don't need you to help me solve the problem. I can do it myself."

Gru picked up the wine on the table and took a sip leisurely.

Cool!
"Damn it, Gru, do you know what you are doing? You want us to become enemies?"

Hut knew very well that Gru wanted to get something for free, but he could not bear the outcome of being ostracized by the top management of Foberle.

So, the poor deputy director reached a consensus shared by Niu Sen and General Cheng - Gru was really born.

"I didn't say that~"

Gru replied in a sarcastic and indirect tone.

In fact, Hu Te regretted what he said as soon as he said it. He didn't have the strength to go against Mr. Cheng and others.

It’s all business, it’s all work, why risk your life?

No need!
It is impossible to be enemies, so we can only talk and continue the talk under Gru's pressure.

Even though he was fucked by a woman, the victim still continued to talk bitterly with the attacker.

At this moment, Hut is not a director, but a poor little unlucky guy.

"One million, no less!"

Gru raised an eyebrow.

No, man.

Do you really want one million?
I just gave you a random price, just teasing you, why did you take it seriously?
You can go to Fifth Avenue and take off your pants and see if you can make a million dollars!

"No, I'm willing to pay two million for a name, Hutt, but there's one fact you need to know - I can do it myself."

Gru still wanted to make a deal, so he suppressed his sarcastic remarks, started repeating himself, and continued negotiating the price.

"How dare you not even give me one million! How dare you not even give me one million!"

Huth's defense was somewhat broken.

In terms of body structure, humans are carbon-based organisms, and in terms of physiological characteristics, humans are mammals.

This physical basis determines that no matter how high or low a person's status is, there will be a time when their defenses will be broken, it's just that the conditions for achieving this are different.

Sheriff Gru also heard that Huth's defense was broken, and he understood that this didn't seem to work.

Negotiating price is one thing, using shameful negotiation tactics is another, but if you take it too far, it is not OK.

After all, Huth had helped him.

It’s okay to be inhuman, but you can’t be too inhuman.

So, Sheriff Gru hurriedly said.

"Okay, okay, stop yelling. I'll give you one million - including the money from last time, I'll give you one million."

Hut hung up the phone and cursed at the top of his lungs.

"Bitch! Gru, you're a bitch!"

Outside the director's office, Huth's subordinates were silent.

The big boss was so angry that he cursed at people in the office, so there was no chance that they would be able to slack off today.

No matter how simple the task at hand is, one must pretend to be busy with work and obsessed with devoting oneself to America, in order to avoid being chosen by the big boss as a toy for venting emotions.

(End of this chapter)