America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 479 Do you think my decision-making has been hijacked by them?
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“Burns, don’t worry, it’s just a temporary administrative leave. Those media and reporters are just wild dogs that gathered around the smell.

We at LAPD have our own independence. How could we possibly deal with you just because of a few unfounded comments from reporters or the media?"

Lake made it sound as if he had placed Burns on administrative leave just to protect his subordinate.

Faced with his boss's deception, Burns, the person involved, said.

"Someone at those hospitals may have tipped off the media, Sheriff. Administrative leave is not going to solve the problem."

No matter what you say, you just arrange for me to stay out of the spotlight and you don't intend to help me with my affairs at all.

This won't work!
When I charged, I charged, and I was loyal.

Now you want to send me off with just a few words and administrative leave and ask me to take the blame. I won’t accept it!
Burns will never accept a slow death!
"Don't worry, they don't have any evidence. It's been so many days since the incident. Besides, those nameless bodies are nameless. Can they still pin it on us?"

Lake was just playing dumb, but there wasn't really anything the sheriff could do.

If there is someone pushing it from behind, any direct interference on his part will bring risks to himself, and it will be difficult to resolve the situation in the future.

If there is no one behind the scenes pushing for it, Burns' administrative leave will just be administrative leave, and he will be able to resume his position after the storm has passed.

For Lake, it is worthwhile to temporarily sacrifice Burns in exchange for his own initiative, or to prevent himself from being passive.

“This matter is very likely related to Gru’s people. The tip we received at the beginning was problematic, and the subsequent handling was very careful and confidential. It is impossible for someone who is not an insider to know so many inside stories.

Mr. Sheriff, I can accept administrative leave, but this matter will never end so easily. What should I do if Gru's people are pestering me behind the scenes and handing knives to the media? "

Seeing that Lake was unwilling to help him, Burns stopped pretending.

Buddy, don't make me your enemy!

"Hahaha, Burns, Gru is a thing of the past. You know the situation of Xizhou Logistics. He is unable to take care of himself right now and may be arrested tomorrow!"

This complex game has developed to the point where everyone is affected.

Lake didn't believe that Gru had the guts to have the energy to cause trouble for himself while being tortured by CNN at Xizhou Logistics and unable to take care of himself.

"You mean, you want to arrest Gru?" Burns was a little overjoyed.

This bastard Gru had already been making things difficult for him during the BEC case, and now he is suspected of being the mastermind behind the scenes handing the knife to the media. If Lake can make up his mind to catch Gru, then everything will be easy.

When Gru is under control in prison, wouldn't it be easy to make him take the blame?
What, you mean the law?

Ha, the idea that you have the law and I laugh at it is not something that is original. In any country, the law is just a tool, a tool of rule.

He who rules, controls!
"I'm thinking that one Thomas is not enough. It's time to resolve the issues between the white and black gangs."

Lake answered seriously and solemnly, and then he added some words to comfort Burns.

"Burns, you are a very good police officer, don't worry, I will protect you!"

Nonsense.

How dare he touch Gru? Even Garcetti has not made up his mind, and Niu Sen must protect Gru.

Touching Thomas was already the limit of Lake's courage.

The people above haven't decided the winner yet, so even if Lake is a fool, he doesn't dare to cross the line or do anything out of line.

In the face of Lake's continued coaxing, Burns did not express his opinion.

He was thinking about how to continue the conversation.

"Knock knock knock~" Someone is knocking on the door.

"Come in!" the Sheriff called out.

"Sir, the mayor invites you over."

The sheriff looked at Burns, smiled and said in an apologetic tone.

"Burns, stop here for today and go back and have a good rest."

The person involved did not answer, nor did he stand up from his seat. He just leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin with one hand, looking thoughtful.

"As you please."

After saying this, Lake got up and left.

The mayor summoned him and he had to rush there in time.
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Imagine that you are a middle-aged man who is dumped by your boss after a day's work. You return to your warm home with a chill in your heart, intending to use the warmth of your family to recharge your tired heart that has been devastated by reality.

You parked the car. The family dog ​​hadn’t barked today, but you didn’t notice.

I opened the door and everything was the same as usual.

There is a TV under the cross on the wall, and the TV is playing the programs your grandmother likes to watch - your grandmother is ninety years old, but she still likes to watch male models.

Although you are not very satisfied, as your grandmother's favorite grandson, you can only accept it with a smile.

When you realized that your grandma was not sitting on the old sofa from the 1950s, you called out "dear grandma" twice, but she didn't answer.

Realizing something is wrong, you notice that the dog cage is empty.

You quickly took out the hidden gun from the secret compartment at the door and carefully searched your home.

My daughter is not here.

My wife is not here.

Grandma is not here.

Your heart sinks and sinks into the boundless abyss.

You want to call for help, but your years of experience and reason remind you - it's useless.

In the master bedroom, you see your dog.

Its head was brutally cut off, its limbs dismembered, and it was placed on your bed like a sacrificial offering.

Burns knelt down weakly.

All the worries became reality at this moment.

Lake is unreliable, and politicians like Garcetti will not care even a little about the fate of a police officer.

He became a price, and also a breakthrough in Gru's eyes.

Burns knew what choice he would face next.

Either take the blame for Lake, or turn into a sword and stab Lake in the back for Gru.

In front of the organized crime network composed of corrupt police, he was like a clay figure who could only be kneaded at will.

The empire was declining, but certain special groups gained the power to transcend the rules from the decline.

Now, these groups outside the rules have shifted the vortex of dispute to Burns, the young policeman.

The olive branch that Lake handed to Burns was like a favor from the blue sky.

Burns grabbed it without hesitation. Now, it was time for him to pay the price for his failure!

The favor of a noble person is not necessarily luck, it may also be the destruction of fate that cannot be resisted.

The phone rang, and Burns crawled to the bed on his knees and picked up the strange phone.

"Hey, Burns, it's me."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Gru's voice as he spoke directly to Burns so blatantly.

Crazy, but he is qualified to be crazy.

The mess around LAPD is a specific contradiction in which Gru is deeply involved. But this contradiction itself, with the establishment and participation of the California Elephant Party, has become part of the California Elephant Party's struggle for power in San Roque and its plan to control the executive power of the United States.

Gru is no longer just Gru. He is now a part of the deep government and a tentacle of the ambitious.

"How are they?" Burns asked anxiously.

Gru was too lazy to answer such a stupid question. He chose to enjoy his foul mouth first.

“Hahaha, Bourne, Bourne, I never liked your hypocrisy.

At the beginning, when I tried to win you over, you said we were unreasonable demons and you looked down on me and Jax.

Actually, I can understand you. After all, you are a smart person who graduated from a prestigious university, unlike us, who are just peasants. "

Facing the successful villain Gru, Burns remained quite calm.

"What happened in the past is in the past. Tell me what you want me to do!"

The loser wanted a dignified end to the humiliation, but Gru disagreed.

"No, I want to ask you a question - are we unreasonable demons?"

Yes, of course it is.

But what Gruchacha wants to enjoy is the pleasure of destroying the proud normal soul.

Because this mentality is so widespread, it cannot even be called pathological, it can only be said to be anthropomorphic.

"No, Mr. Gru, I was too rude. I'm sorry, Mr. Gru, I'm sorry, please, let me go."

It's not surprising that people always have delusions. After all, who likes to make themselves a cost?

cost?

For this pathetic America?

forget it!
"You want to quit now? It's too late!"

Gru gave a cruel answer.

"Come see me. You know where my home is. There's a secret passage in the bathroom of the convenience store opposite the police station next to my home. Someone will take you there.

Don't be discovered. I think, with your intelligence, if you want, no one will discover you, right?"

Burns got up from the ground, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

“I don’t want to break the law.”

Gru didn't answer, which made Burns a little uneasy.

"Dad! Dad! Help me! There was a white van on the side of the road in the seventh block of South Gate. Hurry up, uh... uh."

Burns' heart was almost broken. His daughter was being controlled by someone, but she still calmly tried to pass on clues, but those people stopped her.

"Let her talk, whatever she wants!"

Gru's voice came, but he just showed a fearless attitude and actually had no intention of letting Burns' daughter continue speaking.

After all, Burns himself is sensible enough.

"So, Bourne, are you willing to fight for your little angel?"

"Gru, God will judge you!"

"God has never protected me, so when has he ever been qualified to judge me?

It is because of our courage to fight to the death that we, the peasants, can stand beside you smart people.

Bourne, don't let me down, show some responsibility as a father, hahahahaha!"

Thomas was captured, Jax was suppressed, and Gru had endured it for so long, he really needed a hearty counterattack! ——
"I agree, but things have to be in order, Chan. It's a mess now."

"The progress of the private prison project is threatened, Xizhou Logistics is criticized by CNN every day, your car manufacturing plan is progressing at a difficult pace, and that bastard Gru is going to cause trouble again."

"Niu Sen, Garcetti, Nancy, and even Wolf, the situation we are facing is so complicated, and the pressure from all sides is endless."

"Now, you want to join forces with others to snatch the project from Vanguard and BlackRock. Tribune Media will cost us at least 1 billion, right?"

"What is this, a madly expanding rush toward death?"

Temir's tone changed from a slightly harsh and hurried tone to a low one as she asked seriously.

"Or, you can't stop, Chan?"

Cheng Daiqi was lying on the massage bed, enjoying the massage from the masseur. When he heard Mi'er ask this, he answered with a helpless smile.

"Of course not. I can stop anytime I want. There are just some minor problems with certain specific things right now. It's far from the time to be forced to compromise."

The black-haired rich woman shook her head. She thought Mr. Cheng was just being stubborn.

“But what I see is that you’re involved in a complex game with different people on different sides, and they don’t want to lose, so they up the ante, up the ante significantly.

In order to deal with them, you also choose to increase the stakes, but we can't face two enemies head-on and with our butt at the same time - damn, you have more than two enemies!

I don't think you would be comfortable with Wolf standing behind you, Chan."

A chill came from behind, and Mr. Cheng's scalp felt numb.

The girl's reminder was well-intentioned, but what she said was horrible.

"There aren't so many enemies. They're all friends. They just have some minor disagreements. Don't tell me you've started to waver, dear."

"Just some minor differences"

Mr. Cheng and Nancy had a disagreement, and the price was that the lives of Burns' entire family were put on the gambling table, and the fate of many people began to fluctuate.

It has a bit of the flavor of 'your grandfather was a little willful, but my grandfather starved to death'.

Who said capitalism is bad?
For a heartless capitalist like Mr. Cheng, this is simply heaven, okay?
"Wavefaced? Do you doubt me?"

Temir put down her phone, stood up with a sullen expression, and waved to the masseur who was giving Mr. Cheng a massage to leave.

“Chan, some of my previous reminders may seem unnecessary in retrospect, but I will continue to remind you.

This does not come from an arrogant or scrutinizing attitude, nor does it mean that I want to manipulate or dominate you. It just comes from my heart and I am afraid that you will lose.

We are gradually stepping onto the stage, and today, if we lose, the cost is too high.

Now, your decision-making is kidnapped by Gru, kidnapped by Wolfe, and kidnapped by Nancy.

Things are in a mess, but you still have the mind to massage!
Is this my problem? Whether I waver or not, can it change the fact that you are being held hostage by them?"

This is really heartbreaking.

"Do you think my decision-making has been hijacked by them?"

Cheng Daiqi sat up from the massage bed and looked at Mi'er. He was not willing to accept such an evaluation.

"Is not it?"

"OF COURSE!"

"Chan, don't be so stubborn, you're just too easy to talk to, you gave them too much, and they mistakenly thought they could negotiate with you.

Without you, Wolfe would be half dead and suppressed by his father!
Without you, Crusoe would just be an ordinary West Coast nouveau riche!
Without you, Gru would have died in the swordplay of Saint-Lo!
You are too nice to them, so they dare to disrespect you like this."

《Let your uncle pet them! 》

(End of this chapter)