My American magical life
Chapter 1091: 130: Cowardly Battle Lizard, Step Forward!!!_2

Chapter 1091: Chapter 130: Cowardly Battle Lizard, Step Forward!!!_2

If President Cheng pledges allegiance to Niusen, Niusen will have to serve President Cheng on his knees—just as President Cheng is currently dealing with Wolf.

What if Niusen doesn’t accept President Cheng’s surrender request?

‘Sir, you wouldn’t want to fight us to the death, would you?’

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“If you give Gru this kind of excuse, he will surely use it in secret. Shall we make a bet?”

Temir was completely relaxed now; President Cheng, that bastard, he actually prepared for surrender before the battle.

Wolf, oh Wolf, you might get played by President Cheng this time.

The Chairman thinks his loyalty will earn President Cheng’s reward, but he’s just too naive.

If loyalty isn’t absolute, then it’s absolute disloyalty. You must be cautious!

President Cheng has America’s fifty states in his heart, and doesn’t care about gains and losses of individual cities or lands.

The moment he realized Wolf was unreliable, President Cheng defused Gru’s bomb first, and then mentally prepared for surrender.

Wolf dared not play fast cutting because he’s standing in the spotlight.

President Cheng operates from the shadows, he has no such worries about cutting ties.

“No need to bet. Gru has long worried I might sell him out, and perhaps my recent comments made him very concerned.”

Cheng Daqi thought of the words he said when Gru sent the car.

He felt some regret; after winning so many times, he was still too indulgent.

Arrogance is indeed frightening.

“What comments?” Temir asked.

President Cheng wiped his mouth and got ready to leave.

“Not important.”

Drone attack tactics, so advanced for their time, how could they not be important?

But considering Mi’er’s mental resilience, President Cheng decided it was best not to mention it for now.

“Where are you going now?”

The black-haired wealthy woman asked with concern.

She wanted to stand together with her man, facing the storm that was about to arrive.

“Let Benny go to Washington D.C. again; we need the Great Commander’s support.”

Shabi’s situation is freakishly complex, and smart people often reach the same consensus.

In some sense, President Cheng and the California Clique have a terrifying tacit understanding.

President Cheng has indeed secured advantageous chips for the Great Commander; the question now is whether the Great Commander is willing to venture bravely.

Supreme power appears glamorous, but the saying ‘it’s lonely at the top’ isn’t false; the Great Commander seems timid because, indeed, he is, which proves he is extraordinarily smart.

After all, no matter how eminent the position, it’s still just a job.

Anyone who takes it too seriously is foolish, perhaps the kind of fool with wildly absurd ideas.

If juridical righteousness were truly that useful, why would one king after another be overthrown?

“What if he’s still so cowardly?”

Temir, born under America’s star-spangled banner, knew that the seemingly tough Great Commander was actually quite weak.

“You’ve already guessed it, haven’t you? At worst, we turn to the California Clique. Using the Republican Party’s portfolio to control San Rodolfo is a win, using the Democratic Party’s portfolio to open a new base for the California Clique in San Rodolfo is also a win.”

Mi’er blinked, teasing.

“So, you admit you slipped up?”

Cheng Daqi retorted stubbornly.

“It’s still early days, there’s still a chance; it all depends on whether the Great Commander is willing to charge forward for himself, for the Republican Party, for America.”

President Cheng hadn’t expected Nanxi to be so headstrong, and it’s unsure if the Great Commander will venture bravely.

It’s a difficult moment of giving the initiative to others; indeed, he somewhat had the feeling of slipping up.

But fundamentally, having a big appetite isn’t Cheng Daqi’s fault.

As his faction was established and gradually grew, as a leader he had to create room for expansion for his subordinates.

This is an unavoidable conflict of interests, inevitable indeed.

It could even be said that President Cheng’s plan is already extremely perfect.

The extreme shackles of interest, the frightening network of conspiracy, the sky-shattering terror attacks – President Cheng’s strategies are undeniably brilliant.

From the New Era Group to Shanhaiguan’s listing, Niusen brothers from the California Clique were won over by President Cheng.

From private prison projects to the struggles within LAPD, the power order of San Rodolfo is being gradually rewritten by President Cheng.

From San Rodolfo to Washington D.C., different forces are being clearly manipulated by President Cheng, the rhythm perfect.

From America to Nigeria, unforeseen outside changes directly ignited the early groundwork; under the choices of interests, President Cheng pressed the California Clique to submit, exert themselves, becoming stepping stones for him.

But he didn’t anticipate Nanxi rejecting this outcome.

Humans are the most uncontrollable variables.

As someone who has won numerous victories, Nanxi doesn’t accept being cleanly handled by youngsters as a reality.

Thus, now the two sides will clearly enter a state of war.

Temir stood on the steps facing the courtyard fountain, bid farewell to President Cheng, and then watched him leave.

Two black Fords led the way, followed by a bulletproof Mushang and a Cadillac identical to the Great Commander’s, and finally three Fords trailing behind.

For those with ulterior motives, they must choose between the two bulletproof cars.

However, Mr. Cheng was actually sitting in the last Ford.

This arrangement had quite the ominous feeling of a storm brewing.

Silently, an unsettling terror was surging.

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Surrendering or jumping ship is a big deal, Gru did not dare to make a decision lightly.

As a seasoned criminal, he knew very well that everyone makes mistakes, and the team can cover each other’s flaws.

So, in the dead of night, he met Jax in the secret room at his home.

“Boss, I guess this is Chan testing you; he can’t lose.

We’ve analyzed it, right? For those big capitalists, the worst outcome is just giving in.

He’s protected by the Republican Party!

Killing doesn’t reach capitalists, does it?

This is America; if a grassroots Republican local power leader like Mr. Cheng were to be settled by the Democrats, then the Republicans might as well dissolve.

If they can’t even protect their own people, do Republicans have any right to sit at the table?

Mr. Cheng is not some soldier charging ahead but a foundational local power leader that allows the Republicans to remain one of the two major parties in America.

Gru silently smoked marujuana, lost in thought.

“Jax, you must understand, his victory and our victory are two different things.

If he wins, we can share the victory, which is the best situation.

But if he doesn’t win, then the pressure will be passed down, and we will suffer a slow death amidst the union between the California Clique and Gasetti.”

Generally, when external pressure intensifies, organizations tend to evolve in two different directions.

Unite under pressure and face it together—Wolf.

Run away under pressure and become cowardly lizards—Gru.

In fact, their choices are rational when viewed from their own interests.

After all, Wolf will not lose too badly either…

Gru did not possess the strength of the two leaders within the faction, so naturally, he needed to find a future escape route.

“You’re right, boss, but there’s one more factor—will Niusen trust us?”

Jax reminded him with a bitter smile.

Sometimes it’s just so frustrating, doesn’t Jax understand Gru’s thoughts?

Of course, he does, he absolutely does.

But can they still trust each other with Niusen?

Gru anxiously rubbed his face and said.

“Do you think he might have already figured out that we may switch to the California Clique again?”

For a moment, the two brothers fell silent.

Only those involved know how hard it is.

Like drinking water knowing its temperature, Gru and Jax felt chilled.

Mr. Cheng’s move, initially, seemed straightforward, wasn’t it just breaking the situation with force?

Looking back now, every step was designed.

“Probably not, probably not…”

Gru responded with clear lack of confidence.

Jax sighed inwardly but said with a motivating tone.

“Boss, maybe Chan doesn’t care about our loyalty, he just needs us to play our role as designed.

If he cared about our loyalty, he wouldn’t keep delaying the trouble with LAPD.

Now he’s asking us to switch to the California Clique, there are three possibilities.

The first possibility is to test us, but that’s unlikely—he doesn’t care about our loyalty.

The second possibility is he needs us to make this move to achieve his specific purpose.

Considering the potential of this purpose, there are two possible directions.

Either, he wants to further kick us out of the game amid the chaos.

Or, he just wants us to secretly switch allegiance to Niusen—just doing this would be sufficient for him.

The third possibility, he’s waiting for us to understand and completely become his vassals.”

What does it mean to be cautious?

At this moment, Gru and Jax were the epitome of caution.

In front, there’s all the filth and lessons learned.

Behind, one side was a wolf, the other a tiger, both drooling while watching.

Whichever way to go, it was extremely tangled.

“Damn it, these damn capitalists!”

Gru cursed angrily as he lit another marijuana.

This round was too difficult.

He needed some inspiration and stimulation.