My American magical life
Chapter 1108: 136: Having Seen Me, Why Don't You Bow?_2

Chapter 1108: Chapter 136: Having Seen Me, Why Don’t You Bow?_2

In this level of vortex, Gru’s original idea of leveraging power to climb up, make money, and gain power has gradually shrunk to just surviving, living to the end.

Surviving, for ordinary people, it’s very simple, but on the stage of power, it is actually a luxurious dream.

“The situation isn’t as bad as you think, Niusen seems to have had a conflict with Nanxi.”

Saying this, Gru took out his phone and opened a custom software.

On it was Will’s travel trajectory map, updated every few hours.

This is America, the America that listens in on everyone.

Letting Black Satan install anti-eavesdropping devices in every office, that’s America.

A country discovered through eavesdropping on others’ recordings, finding out he was long eavesdropped on by America.

“Indeed, Will and Niusen flew to Washington late the night before yesterday, let me see, Lake Washington, they went to meet Nanxi.

FOX guessed it right, our analysis wasn’t wrong, Chan is confident he can continue dealing with the California Clique, not without reason!”

For those like Gru, Jax involved in the situation, deducing the conflict between Niusen and Nanxi isn’t difficult.

But they could never have imagined that Nanxi would first handle her own people under immense external pressure.

Indeed, this old hag is a lunatic.

Ruthless enough!

The brothers exchanged a glance and silently reached an agreement about Nanxi.

Nanxi (looking bewildered and angry): Damn it, damn it *100— I’m gonna kill those lip-reading experts!

What she and Black Satan were discussing was the future arrangement for California, a secret dialogue between the black leader and the leader of the progressive civil rights faction, but damn, it got cracked by lip-reading experts.

Can you blame Nanxi for this?

Poor thing, she arranged for Niusen to be a Senator, and from California at that, which is already considered among the most prestigious positions in America!

Unfortunately, besides the deposed Crown Prince, no one else can understand the deposed Crown Prince’s feelings.

“What should we do now?”

Jax looked at his elder brother expectantly and asked.

He hoped his brother could provide an answer, as this exam of fate is too difficult to decipher.

The rivals within LAPD were watching like tigers eyeing their prey, each direct supervisor born to more power— and compared to Chief Cheng and Niusen, Tonks was simply an angel on earth, a saint reincarnated!

“I’m still thinking, Chan is too skilled, and right now we secretly belong to Niusen, but it’s impossible for Niusen and me to trust each other.

Now that Niusen and Nanxi have a conflict, we are even stronger, as long as Niusen is willing to support, Lake can’t do anything to us.

We can survive, but….”

Gru didn’t know how to articulate it.

“Big brother?”

In the secret room, the Black Police officer pressed the lighter’s button, lighting a cigarette for himself.

He thought it over and, with frustration, confirmed for good that he had indeed gone down a dead end.

“Jax, heh, if you ask me, the days as a slaughterhouse worker were the happiest.”

Jax nodded silently.

Like two fish, swimming from streams to rivers, from rivers to the sea.

The harsh reality is like salty sea water, making them feel an enduring agony.

Along the way, they saw vicious sharks and huge killer whales.

Compared to these fierce predators, their scales and teeth seemed ridiculously weak.

Now they have fled into the warm currents, going with the flow.

They might go very far, to a distance they wouldn’t have dared to imagine even when drunk in their youth.

But forever, they have forever lost their freedom.

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It was the same familiar old school, when Temir was planning to build a university, it was regrettably taken over by Old Li.

The laborers detained by Old Li were from Hua Country, and they were all products sparked by American freedom, looking rather unfit for honest workers.

But Old Li, being a managerial talent who fully absorbed Hua Country’s thousands of years of civil engineering expertise, had ample alternative tools in his management toolkit, overflowing with historical knowledge.

Just before Old Li eagerly prepared to launch the ten-in-one-out game, led by Wang Weiheng, the scab workers voluntarily rolled up their sleeves and threw themselves into their work.

In fact, Old Li was rather disappointed, in this respect, he had a tacit understanding with Mi’er.

Mi’er was disappointed with her hesitant university-building plans, Old Li was disappointed he couldn’t enjoy the thrill of ten-in-one.

No one had a bright future anymore.

However, as they lost their light, naturally, someone would lose their corresponding darkness, such as the twelve hundred prisoners imminent to move in.

Looking at this “prison” reformed from the old school buildings, a private detective employed by the United States Correctional Group shook his head.

None of the companies securing private prison projects were simple, were they?

United States Correctional Group being black-hearted, this West Coast Redemption Correction Company was no white hand either.

If they could authenticate an old school as a qualified private prison structure, what couldn’t they achieve?

From the passenger seat, he took out a DJI mini, and with his left hand supporting it outside the window, his right hand maneuvered the drone into the air.

His task was to capture images of this place, to provide his boss with some bullets.

Business battles are just that easy, start with some black PR, and when someone moves in, simply organize some protestors holding signs.

Grind them three days at a time, eventually, the harassed company naturally won’t hold out.

“Wait a minute, what’s this?”

Seeing the images on the screen, the private detective seemed shocked by what the drone had captured.

In the very center of this ridiculous prison, a dozen pieces of construction machinery were simultaneously at work, digging a pit.

A pit seemingly about three stories deep and dozens of meters square.

The drone’s camera slowly descended, and the private detective even felt a little excited.

This must be illegal construction!

But aside from the dirt, there was nothing in the pit, it seemed to have just started, the pit wasn’t fully dug yet.

Noticing someone had spotted the drone, the detective quickly operated it to return, then drove his battered car away fast.

All the way, he couldn’t stop the excitement in his heart.

I’ve hit the jackpot this time!

Two minutes later, Old Li dialed Cheng’s number.

Four minutes later, Cheng called Gru.

In truth, neither Cheng nor his subordinates realized this was surveillance from a rival.

Cheng’s thoughts weren’t complicated, if the safe house he prepared for himself was wasted, so be it, just build another, but he didn’t like this provocation or affront.

The United States Correctional Group and its hired private detectives entirely misunderstood whom they had provoked.

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West of California, on the eastern shore of the Pacific Ocean on St. Catalina Island, among the crowd, Cheng Daqi hung up the phone.

“Did something happen?” Old Crusoe asked with a smile.

“Nothing major, Gru will handle it.” Cheng did not explain further.

Today, he had come to the wedding of some young member of the Koch family, not to attend anyone’s wedding, for sure.

The California Clique had started targeting West State Logistics, Nanxi’s noose was slowly tightening.

Cheng knew that if he or Mi’er were willing to go up to Nanxi and admit some fault, the benevolent old grandmother would forgive them.

But that’s something he couldn’t do for the moment.

However, meeting with Niusen wasn’t so easy either.

At least for the current Cheng Daqi and Niusen, meeting secretly was harder than meeting the Great Commander.

Relying on little foolish Will to pass messages wasn’t feasible either, everyone knew the extent of Will’s abilities.

Given the situation, the villa of Old Crusoe on St. Catalina Island became appealing to Cheng.

Just by taking advantage of attending a clan son’s wedding, the Governor could come over too.

Thus, Cheng appeared here.

“Look, he’s here.”

Old Crusoe pointed at Niusen in the distance, smiling broadly.

The California Clique’s internal strife, oh, he loved such a plot.

Everyone in the circle pretty much knew the beef between the Governor and his aunt, so upon arrival, Niusen immediately became the focal point of the crowd.

Watching Niusen socialize in the crowd’s center, an inexplicable thought flashed through Cheng’s mind.

Since you’ve seen me, why not bow?