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Chapter 109 - 109 33 The Rougher the Seas the Pricier the Fish!

109: Chapter 33: The Rougher the Seas, the Pricier the Fish!

109: Chapter 33: The Rougher the Seas, the Pricier the Fish!

“Gru, you screwed me over,”

Crawled out like a spineless mongrel, howling at his rival.

There’s an unspoken rule in the underworld: you stop at hints.

Gru had no intention of kicking a man when he was down; after all, they were still colleagues, and he had to maintain a façade of professionalism.

“This is truly terrible, Klauer.

How many casualties did your men suffer?

I need to assess the kidnapper’s strength and prepare for tonight’s assault.”

Gru had no plans to attack, but he had indeed only seen the fight at the front door.

As the leader of Niangniang Temple substation and the person in charge of the next stage of the kidnapping case, he needed an accurate understanding of the kidnappers’ capabilities.

“Seventeen casualties in total; eight dead and two injured at the front door, five dead and two injured elsewhere,”

There was no need for concealment, Klauer didn’t want Gru to continue the assault; he was, after all, a professional police officer.

As a leader, he was motivated by interests, but as a police officer, he didn’t want to see his colleagues die in a senseless attack.

“Don’t attack again; let’s wait for the higher-ups to figure something out, sigh.”

After advising Gru, Klauer left disheartened.

Gru shook his head and let out a soft sigh.

Staring at the Red Street Library, illuminated by the strong floodlights, the middle-aged police officer’s gaze flickered.

He wasn’t planning to attack.

Tonks had dangled a big carrot in front of him, but he wasn’t interested.

If that old dog wanted to back out, he had to prop him up!

The Niangniang Temple police station was his turf, and it didn’t matter who became the chief.

If Tonks blocked his promotion, Gru was perfectly capable of finding a new leader who would agree to his promotion.

As the head of the legitimate underworld of Saint Rodu police station, Gru had that sort of power!

“Boss, those kidnappers are too arrogant, they are blatantly lying, look.”

Jax handed the iPad to Gru, indicating he should read the content.

“No one has contacted us yet, but this host, I don’t know where he came from, claims that a security firm has already reached out to them.

Isn’t that deceiving people?”

Although Cheng Daqi took the opportunity to fight with Scott in front of the cameras, emphasizing that he was merely a collateral, no one was going to believe his identity just because of one sentence.

Jax still doubted him and scorned his trick of attracting advertisers.

“Never mind.

The guy in the Iron Man mask is smart; I actually hope he is just a collateral.

If these strong kidnappers also have such a smart leader, then our trouble is going to be big.”

Gru slumped in his chair, scrolling through social media.

Watching the Red Street Library kidnapping case rapidly trending, the head of Niangniang Temple was strategizing rapidly.

“Contact the journalists, I’m planning to hold a press conference.

Contact them now, we’ll have it right in front of Red Street Library.”

—————–

At eight in the evening, Dracula Manor was still brightly lit.

Joel Dracula and his men were in the office, keeping track of the progression of the Red Street Library kidnapping case.

“BOSS, the kidnapper’s livestream is getting more and more popular, we have to stop them in time!”

One subordinate, observing the data across various platforms, voiced his opinion anxiously.

“We can’t easily expose our intentions.

The Great Commander’s office has yet to release any news; we must plan carefully before taking action,”

Another subordinate offered a contrary opinion.

This scale of kidnapping, the Great Commander’s Office would definitely have to inquire about it.

But due to the case involving the Dracula Bio-Pharmaceutical Group, the Republican Party had a complex attitude towards this matter, which in turn affected the Great Commander’s judgement.

Old Dracula watched his subordinates argue and bicker, calculating in his mind what to do.

He didn’t actually think the incident would pose any threat to him now, but he wanted to use this opportunity to switch camps.

There are many top interest groups in America, and their relationships with each other are complex and intertwined.

Cooperating with one another, backstabbing, and yet able to smile when meeting is the norm.

(Less common)

The United Consortium to which Dracula belonged can be considered a non-regional Semitic Wanderer industrial capital alliance in America, and for a considerably long time, it had stood behind the Democratic Party.

However, the political resources the Democratic Party could support were limited, and the group Robert belonged to already had the intention of cutting ties with them.

There’s only so much resource in the pot, you have to fight for it.

Moreover, Robert’s group looked down on the Draculas, especially old Dracula, who painstakingly managed industries (selling medicine), and made dirty money (illegal organ transplants, illegal biological research).

What’s more important is—the Democratic Party had already stepped down.

Now, the Republican Party is in charge, and from the data, that man has a very good chance of being re-elected.

There are five kinds of forces in America’s political arena, each party has one, the judiciary counts as one, the Pentagon counts as one, and the large and scattered civil service system counts as one.

Under normal circumstances, a large interest group must consider supporting a party while also cooperating with the legal community (courts, prosecutors).

Small companies or businesses just need to find some civil servants to cooperate with.

As a biomedical group that has had good relations with the Pentagon from the beginning, regardless of how the Dracula Group jumps around, they always have at least one important basis, which is the Pentagon.

Watching his subordinates argue back and forth, Dracula frowned.

None of them are good material, sigh.

“Stop arguing, help me contact Kevin, that Representative from the Republican Party, you know which one I mean, right?”

“Kevin McCarthy?”

Old Dracula nodded his head.

McCarthy was the most suitable man, adept at networking, unprincipled.

This thoroughbred animal of interest would surely not refuse his olive branch.

The greater the turmoil, the pricier the fish.

Crisis and crisis, while others see danger, Dracula saw the opportunity behind the danger!

—————–

“Shouldn’t our OC Perfume also consider advertising since they have such high popularity?”

As a partner holding shares, Lisa, the Saint Rodu regional brand manager for OC Perfume, suggested this to her boss.

But her flaky boss returned with a jesting laugh.

“Kidnappers, abduction, gunfights, execution, honey, how did your genius brain manage to link these bizarre, no, these impactful words to our perfume?”

Using a finger to gently lift Lisa’s chin, Temir stared at the beautiful face of the blonde girl.

It seemed as if she wanted to discern something from Lisa’s expression.

Lisa’s eyes were bright and lively olive green, which captivated Temir every time.

This time was no different; after a few seconds, the black-haired rich woman conceded defeat.

Who could resist Lisa’s sincere eyes?

Temir asked herself, and she couldn’t do it.

“Honey, I agree, contact the marketing director,” she said.