My American magical life
Chapter 1107: 136: Having Seen Me, Why Don't You Bow?

Chapter 1107: Chapter 136: Having Seen Me, Why Don’t You Bow?

“Did you just mention a chicken farm?”

Sitting in the back seat, Jax asked while eating a hot dog.

“Yes, but it actually grows marijuana. NHP (Nevada State Police) hit it big, the people inside either died or ran away, but nobody cared about the marijuana.

Now they’ve found our people, trying to find a powerful buyer for those crops.”

Jax’s subordinate said.

“Forget it, NHP folks aren’t reliable, for a little money, make sure to tell them to mind their own business—

and keep their hands to themselves! The Thomas case isn’t settled yet, things are tight right now.”

As the frontline leader of the Underground Forces, Jax needs to ensure his guys don’t make mistakes.

“Boss, NHP is known for being a broke State Police, their average income is less than half that of an LVMPD (Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department) officer.

They really want to sell, even intend to establish a special sales channel with us to sell us their future findings.”

For Nevada State Police, watching LVMPD prosper from Gambling City while they can’t is worse than death, it’s infuriating.

If they could open a new profit space in ‘anti-drug operations,’ they would be more than willing—to confront federal and state laws.

No other reason, their salaries are too low, how can they not earn some extra cash?

Faced with the suggestion from his subordinate, Jax sighed silently and put down the hot dog.

He lost his appetite.

Calling these people foolish, they are, after all, his own.

“I said things are tight, don’t you understand?”

“Boss, when are things not tight in our line of work?”

Jax was left speechless.

You can’t deny, the bastard had a point.

But the smart bureau chief knew the problem wasn’t about the tight situation or the high risk.

“Just drive, Lake is waiting for us.”

—————–

As the chief of a small LAPD branch, someone like Thomas’s case is actually very sensitive.

LAPD’s investigation is one aspect, but in San Rodolfo, there are some media outlets looking for trouble.

For the sake of news and escalating conflicts between police and certain groups, they love digging up police dirt.

So, even if Lake wants to use cracking down on Thomas to target the Underground Forces, he has to be mindful of the methods.

This is similar to when California Clique turned against Cheng, he didn’t dare immediately use his leverage to sway Niusen.

The web of rules ensnares everyone, no one is too free.

“Thomas, get ready, Sheriff Lake wants to see you!”

A young officer’s voice came from outside the cell, Thomas, who was doing planks on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

After being detained for so long, the change he was waiting for had finally come!

The young officer opened the cell door, about to cuff Thomas.

Having just finished planks, Thomas’s muscles were in an excited state, he swiftly countered and subdued the young officer.

The old sergeant demonstrated hands-on how to take someone down.

“Fak, you dare assault a cop, I’ll kill you, someone, get someone in here!”

“Kid, it’s not your place to lecture me, I was a cop when you were still in diapers!”

The fear of the unknown pushed this man, who had been bearing pressure alone for a long time, to explode.

Thomas’s toughness wasn’t really tough; it was a defensive shell made of his inner cowardice.

Touch it lightly, and it would shatter.

But with the tiger’s skin of being a core member of the Underground Forces, while deeply entangled in the power struggle between two LAPD chiefs, his shell seemed unbreakable.

Thus, a senior officer standing by stopped the farce between the two.

“Enough, leave it at that, can I trust you, Thomas?”

Thomas didn’t answer, but released the young officer and stood still.

“Come with me, I think we need to hurry, Director Jax is here to see you too, he and the sheriff are both very concerned about your case, they’re waiting for you.”

The senior officer didn’t want to pick sides, he chose to ingratiate with the Underground Forces in front of Thomas, and show loyalty to Lake in front of Lake’s people.

—————–

The familiar secret room, where conspiracy is once again being woven.

As the capitalists’ media can control politicians and stir public opinion, even they are powerless against the bureaucrats in the administrative system.

The existence of bureaucrats is in a special form, and Gru’s parasitic relation to the edges of the bureaucratic system is even more unique.

“Didn’t he suspect?” Gru asked.

“Whether he suspects or not, he has to act.”

Jax said helplessly.

“Boss, I’m not worried about Lake, what we need to focus on now is something else.”

The Black Police squinted his eyes, slightly tilted his head, staring straight at Jax, showing his concern.

“What is it?”

Jax deliberated carefully and spoke cautiously.

“We know the whole picture, we can hold on, but the people below can’t, everyone has selfish motives.

If we remain passive for too long…”

Jax didn’t finish the sentence.

It was too demoralizing.

Gru naturally understood his top general’s concerns, which were actually his as well.

Why risk possible traps set by Cheng to defect to Niusen?

Lake was helpless, and so was he!

Using momentum can succeed, using momentum can benefit, but there is a price to pay when using momentum.

Cheng loved transferring costs to others; if he weren’t always winning, he’d have been torn apart by his opponents by now.

The whirlpool Gru was now caught in was intense enough for someone like Nanxi, the Speaker of the Empire, to intervene directly and discuss with Black Satan about deposing the California Clique’s Crown Prince, Niusen.