America started its counterattack from the bum

"Those planes just flew over here in a flash."

The man stood at the door of the palace, in front of him were a dense crowd of loyal Nevada National Guardsmen and his Secret Service security.

Of course, there are also those FAKENEWS.

The man raised his hands and waved them rapidly, faster than he normally would when playing the accordion.

"Look, it's so fast, I dare say even the best football player can't catch up with it.

But I am safe now, protected by these amazing soldiers who are the very guardians of America.

They arrived almost immediately after the attack, and although the terrorists have not been caught yet, I think they are probably scared out of their wits.”

Gru, who was at the edge of the crowd, curled his lips.

Are you scared to death?
Buddy, stop it.

You are just a puppet. Although there are risks in manipulating you, isn't your current statement the result of our manipulation?
People were applauding the President's speech, but Diane was quietly chatting with her husband.

"He is just a retard. Is this statement considered tough?"

"I can't help it. He's like a kid who just won a game."

The Zipper King deeply agreed with his wife's words.

Under the pressure from the blond old boy, America's establishment elites are in an extremely strange state of superposition.

On the one hand, they expressed disdain for the blond old boy, but on the other hand, they always kept him at the top of their hearts, thinking about him all the time.

"When you speak next time, be more aggressive. We invested a lot of money, you know."

Diane instigated Zipper King, who nodded slightly and readily agreed.
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"Army No. 1 was bombed, the President is suspected to be dead!" - CNN.

Summary: "While attending his daughter's wedding in Nevada, the President's Army One was attacked by a drone bomb and turned into scrap metal.

Scrap Iron·Army No. 1·Fake Version.JPG.

We have invited the most professional safety assessment experts, and they believe that with the intensity of the explosion, it is impossible for the people sitting inside to survive - the commander-in-chief is suspected to be dead!"

In fact, CNN has reporters who have been following the President for a long time. They know very well what happened and are also aware that the President of the United States is still alive.

But in addition to taking care of their own butts, commercial companies also have to serve their users well.

Users who have subscribed to CNN's news and media services for a long time tend to hate the blond old boy extremely - this is also the result of deliberate guidance and shaping by CNN and other pro-Donald Trump media.

When CNN's FAKE NEWS tells these users that the blond old boy has kicked his legs, its users will experience extreme emotions.

As for the truth?

In the future, we will find a suitable reason and time to dispel the rumors.

You said the President is still alive and gave a speech in person?

CNN: Lizard man, gone in seconds!
You said that reports from other media prove that the President is still alive?

CNN: They have sold their souls to the Lizard People, and we haven’t (we are the most ethical media), seconds!
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"Zipper King: America is still the greatest country, in the name of America!" - Times Express.

Abstract: "The greatness of America comes from the unyielding, fearless and brave Americans, from the great Constitution, and from the kindness and faith in our hearts.
We have built a democratic, free, modern world, allowing those gutter rats to develop, but not only do they not want to be grateful, they lack the most basic respect for America.

We are the leaders of the world, the leaders of the democratic world, and we have a firm stand in the face of threats!
No intimidation, assault or attack can defeat us, nor make us bow our heads!

Pull those rats out of the sewers and give them the best fight they can, in the name of America!"

Tiffany looked at the last line, feeling a little confused.

His own wedding was visited by a drone bomb, which made the two presidents of the United States tremble with fear and the congressmen of both parties in the United States were dumbfounded.

The wedding was ruined, order was in chaos, and now the Zipper King even started to say "the strongest counterattack".

Where will the future go?

"what happened?"

Wolfe noticed his wife's stunned look and asked.

"check it out."

Taking the IPAD handed over by his wife, Wolfe quickly read it and said.

"He seems to be in good condition. His impromptu speech is very organized. Um, so, are you still worried about the accident during the day?"

Tiffany asked in surprise.

"Accident? Honey, we almost died at the wedding. This wasn't an accident, it was a terrorist attack!"

Mr. Dracula explained as he gently stroked Tiffany's blonde hair.

"It doesn't matter. We have to look forward. At least after this incident, your father's situation will be greatly improved."

Tiffany, who was lying in Wolfe's arms, turned around and rested her head on the man's chest, saying with some concern.

"I heard people say this is similar to 911/, but you're not worried at all. I'm worried. Is it because I'm too young?"

“When individuals or organizations do not have long-term goals, their energy and focus will be easily affected by some insignificant things. If our goals are important, then this matter will become one of the key factors in our path to becoming important.

Every country, nation, or religion has its own legendary figures. You see, at our wedding, terrorists brought us a surprise, but we did not bow our heads but kept moving forward.

In the future, when you talk to others about today, your worries now will become part of the legendary story. "

Old Den Wolfe is a person who can fight with General Cheng on equal terms. His level is probably several stories high.

Gru gave him a bomb plane as a wedding gift.

Wolfe thanks Gru for helping him write his legend.

Gru thought he was awesome, but in Wolfe's eyes, his little bomb plane was really just a gift - unique and simply amazing.

"Okay, but why mention the organization, dear, I'm stupid, you can just say it directly."

Wolfe wanted to thank Mr. Cheng. Tiffany was obviously not a stupid girl. Or rather, as the unfavored second daughter of a wealthy family who grew up in a single-parent family, she lacked the environment to be a fool.

“Zipper King’s speech and your father’s speech are two completely different trains of thought. The latter sounds like a friend bragging to you - I don’t mean to belittle him.

The Zipper King is very much like the current commander-in-chief, and that’s the problem.”

"You mean, my dad and Zipper King gave an impromptu speech together this time, but Zipper King stole the limelight?"

“No, the Zipper King was an American politician during the Cold War. The principles he believed in and practiced were different from those of today.

Your father is a politician elected for this era, but you also know that during his tenure, the U.S. federal government has shut down twice, and there have been countless confrontations between the two parties on Capitol Hill.

Something has fundamentally changed in America, and our politicians haven’t figured out how to deal with it, or nobody, and I mean nobody, has figured out how to deal with it.”

Tiffany stroked Wolfe's beard with her hands and listened quietly to her husband explaining the rules of power and the changes in the game.

She had a feeling that she had chosen the right person. Wolfe was a power animal through and through.

"Don't you know what to do?"

Wolfe sighed softly and thought of President Cheng.

"Knowing the problem, whether there is a solution, and whether to participate in the process of solving the problem are three things."

"three things?"

"Yes, thinking clearly about the problem requires extraordinary wisdom, and whether you can come up with a solution depends on your strength - it's not even your ability, it's whether you can promote the solution of the problem. Ha, it's getting more complicated the more I talk, let's go to sleep."

Tiffany was a little confused, she chose not to think about it, anyway, Wolf and her father were there to protect her. Lying on Wolf's chest, listening to her husband's heartbeat, Tiffany was about to fall asleep.

"By the way, I'm a light sleeper, so we might need to sleep in separate rooms. Sorry."

By the time Tiffany heard what Wolfe said, her husband had left the bed.

"but."

Wolfe turned around, looked at Tiffany calmly, and asked.

"what happened?"

Tiffany said, at a loss for words.

"We haven't yet."

Wolfe replied with a normal wry smile.

"Oh, I'm too tired today. Let's do it another day."

"Okay, okay." Tiffany replied somewhat awkwardly.

Leaving the bedroom, Wolfe nodded slightly to the bodyguard at the door and went to the next room.

After closing the door, Mr. Dracula went straight to the bathroom, lay on the sink and retched for a long time, then looked at himself in the sink mirror and did not move for a long time.
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While Wolfe was lying on the sink retching, Cheng had already returned to his loyal Saint-Lodu.

Although Las Vegas is good, it is not Cheng Zong’s territory after all. Although there are many rivals in California and San Loma, this is actually the environment that Cheng Zong is most familiar with.

"Chan, what do you want to talk to me about?"

After receiving the summons from President Cheng, Eris immediately interrupted all work and rushed to President Cheng.

Looking at this Beagle dog who was so obedient, Mr. Cheng didn't know where to start for a moment.

"Well, how's Desel's family doing?"

Hearing what President Cheng said, Eris suppressed her confusion and replied.

"Very good, everything is fine, thank you for your concern, they are very grateful to you."

President Cheng gave compensation to Eris, so naturally there would be some compensation for Desel.

"You ran your gang well before. Do you have any idea to form a new gang? To be more precise, I want you to help me set up a professional security company."

Gru saw through President Cheng's intention to kill him, and gave him an extremely fierce and face-slapping response. Naturally, President Cheng could not remain indifferent.

He and Gru might still maintain a cooperative relationship in the future, and it would still be quite close, but some things had happened and there was no going back.

Humans are animals, and it is emotionally impossible for them to have kindness towards someone who wants to kill them.

Under Mr. Cheng's command, there are now several private armed forces, some of which have already been dealt with or are on the way to being dealt with.

Lao Li's gang was built up by President Cheng, so he is considered to be President Cheng's direct line. Moreover, Lao Li is a Chinese, and he and President Cheng get along very well in many aspects.

The private prison project is a shell of the future, jointly owned by Cheng Zong and Gru, and is currently progressing steadily.

Niu Sen agreed to help President Cheng to set up a new California National Guard sequence, which is also a shell of a private armed force. This is what President Cheng promised to Gru.

In terms of the control of real coercive force, it seems that Mr. Cheng and Gru are evenly matched, but that bastard Gru is a person who has joined the California Elephant Party with his own small faction - he also has his own white and black gangs.

This makes the balance unbalanced.

If Cheng Zong's plan to kill Gru had not been exposed, Gru would have died in a very win-win situation - the kind of win-win situation in which everyone except Gru wins.

But now that the plan has been exposed, President Cheng can only restore the balance.

"Security company? You're here because of Las Vegas. Sorry, Chan, I'm always at your service."

Eris realized her slip of the tongue and quickly expressed her opinion.

When President Cheng issues orders, he is only qualified to listen. If he asks too many questions, he will seem stupid.

“It’s okay, I just saw the prospects in the drone industry, I said - it’s a professional security company, professional.

Security personnel are one thing. Mi'er and I, as well as you, Lisa, and so on, the security team around us can all be accommodated in this company.

Security technology cannot be left behind either. The company acquired two small drone companies and hired some researchers to study anti-drone technology and other products in the security field.

After the framework is set up, I will find some friends who need security services and get you some orders. If the annual revenue reaches tens of millions of dollars, we can almost go public directly.

After this drone attack, America’s wealthy will definitely strengthen security needs in this area. As long as the listing speed is fast enough, we don’t even need to use our own money to maintain this company.”

Lightspeed IPO is no joke; many startups in the United States do this.

This is the most developed capital market in the world. With Mr. Cheng's status, it would be easy to get money as long as he is willing to provide some credit endorsement.

Eris replied somewhat bewilderedly.

"But, Chan, these... drones and security equipment you are talking about, I don't understand..."

Cheng Daiqi poured a glass of wine for Eris, and Eris stood up and took it, flattered.

"Do you know why I'm looking for you?"

Eris quickly shook her head.

“You are more self-aware than Gru. Gru is a gangster, but he has always regarded that damn gangster as everything to him.

You are different, you know what is really important.”

True and false, Mr. Cheng doesn’t take it seriously.

That's enough. Given Mr. Cheng's current status, he's already giving Eris face by being able to explain these things to her.

"Ding!"

President Cheng took the initiative to hold the cup and then gave instructions.

"Eris, work hard, I will give you 50 million dollars first, and then you can buy two small drone companies in China and recruit their engineers to the United States.

Lisa can help you with these things, just contact her."

An ancient poem says, I will repay your kindness from the Golden Terrace and die for you with the Jade Dragon.

Eris didn't understand the Golden Terrace, but President Cheng was indeed the lord he was loyal to.

Now that President Cheng has given him more room for development, how could he refuse?

"Okay, I'll book a ticket to China right away, but what about the election campaigns of those petty politicians?"

Mr. Cheng said with a smile.

"You are still in charge. If you can't handle it, just hire more people."

Even if Eris' power needs to be stripped away, it's not now. Now is President Cheng's turn to use precise drip irrigation to allow Eris to grow as quickly as possible.

As of now, Eris has both the personnel and the armaments—the Holy Favor is flourishing.

"What's the name of the company? Do you have any idea?"

Mr. Cheng thought about it and said.

"United Shield, United—The United States of America, the name of America, hahahaha."

(End of this chapter)