My American magical life
Chapter 111 - 111 35 Give You 11 Million to Kill My Son!

111: Chapter 35: Give You 1.1 Million to Kill My Son!

111: Chapter 35: Give You 1.1 Million to Kill My Son!

“Ladies and gentlemen, our next guest on the Not Homeless Group is the first hostage to come on stage!”

As Cheng Daqi finished his introduction, a small boy of about twelve was pushed in front of the camera by Thor.

“No, no, Mister Kidnapper, that’s not right, he’s just a child, there’s no need to make him come on…”

Cheng Daqi had already identified the little boy, but he needed to educate the audience in front of their TV screens.

“He is a member of the Dracula Family; his father has blood on his hands, it’s fitting that he should pay the price.”

Father Andrei responded firmly.

To this religious fanatic, there was no difference between a child and an adult.

Andrei believed that anyone with the surname Dracula was guilty.

“My name is Demon, Demon Dracula.

Dad, I’m here, please come and save me!”

For Demon, the experiences of that day were surreal.

He was kidnapped, shut in a dark cabinet, and now he was in front of a camera being broadcast live.

All he wanted was to escape this horrifying place, so in front of the camera, he cried and called for his daddy.

To Demon Dracula, he had always been his father’s favorite child.

Running to daddy with any problem had become an instinct rooted in his subconscious.

“Demon, you’ve heard what Mister Kidnapper said.

Seems like you have no choice but to talk about your tragic life as a member of the Dracula Family.”

—————–

Watching the child on the television constantly calling him ‘father’, old Dracula’s face was so grave it seemed like it could drip water.

If the television allowed Demon to spill everything, then it was all over!

Indeed it was the truth.

Fakes are nice, but in front of the real deal, they quickly show their true colors.

He can’t be allowed to live!

“Bang!”

Joel Dracula furiously threw the teacup against the wall.

“The LAPD is useless, it’s been hours—no rescue, no kill; what’s the use of them?”

The subordinates of old Dracula were trembling with fear, not daring to speak.

On such matters, no one dared offer him advice.

Joel Dracula understood clearly that his live broadcast to dispel rumors had drawn ‘Demon’ out.

But now, there was another Demon Dracula appearing on the live broadcast.

Big trouble.

As an old captain who had navigated the Dracula Group through the treacherous waters of deceit and betrayal for decades, Joel Dracula had exceptional courage and a strong heart.

Seeing his subordinates bowing their heads, silent as quails, he snorted.

Better to rely on oneself than on others; it all came down to handling matters personally.

“Tonks, I can offer you five million Dollars to have your men take down Red Street Library, and you know what I mean by ‘take down’.”

No matter the cost, kill that damned son of mine!

“Mr.

Dracula, I still want to advance in politics.”

Not enough, he’ll have to up the price!

“Six million, not a cent more; I’ll pay your men as well.

I’ll give him five million, but he’s on a clock.

Starting now, every night without a result means he loses two hundred thousand.”

Tonks did not reply, weighing whether the price offered by Dracula was fair.

“Answer me quickly.

If you can’t handle it, I’ll find someone else.

Don’t want the job?

There are plenty who do!”

Thinking of the unfortunate Klauer, the SWAT commander who had suffered great losses on his first attack and whose future was now bleak, Tonks finally agreed.

“Mr.

Dracula, a pleasure doing business with you.”

“Get to it, and I mean now, instantly, immediately!

Understand?

Do you get me?”

Old Dracula truly felt weary at heart; almost nothing had gone smoothly that day.

I’m paying eleven million to have my own son killed immediately.

Only in America could you witness such things.

The land of the free?

The home of the brave?

No, it’s an America so fantastical, so unimaginably fantastical!

—————–

In a corner where no one knew, a crazed father, no, he couldn’t be called a father.

A monstrous devil and a soul-selling policeman had colluded together.

But none of this had anything to do with Gru, he was a rising star within LAPD.

As an outstanding policeman, he was presenting the latest progress of the police to the reporters at a press conference.

“Unfortunately, our first attack failed, and many colleagues sacrificed themselves…”

The tough man in his forties choked up as though all those who died were officers from the Niangniang Temple precinct.

“They were LAPD’s finest officers, and they died at the hands of brutal kidnappers.”

A reporter raised a hand and asked a question.

“Mr.

Gru, with such a horrendous kidnapping case happening in Saint Rodu, who will be held responsible for this?”

Gru’s eyes shifted, feigning deafness to the question, and continued to mournfully cry over the graves.

“Those officers were our familiar comrades, yet they were killed by the kidnappers.

Several officers died in a single attack, causing many injuries.

It’s too terrible, really too terrible.”

His purpose in holding a press conference was simple: to establish the severe casualties of the police force and to subtly pin the blame on Klauer.

By having the media broadcast the police’s heavy losses, he wanted to make the higher-ups hesitate to press him for another assault.

“Mr.

Gru, how long will it take you to take down the kidnappers?”

“That’s a good question.

As a LAPD officer, my colleagues and I are always ready.

The moment the leadership gives the order, we will launch an attack without hesitation!”

In the year 2018, when internet media was on the rise, Gru’s move could be described as striking at the throat.

With the help of media power, he was able to spread the content of the press conference to TV news and online platforms.

No need to attack: With the tragedy caused by Klauer before them, no one dared to easily order an attack.

Able to defend: Making it clear that they were ready to attack at any time, only awaiting the leadership’s command.

This not only displayed a professional attitude but also blocked any possibilities of being blamed by others.

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“Honey, there’s definitely a problem here, there’s definitely a big problem!”

Temir was a wealthy woman who enjoyed interacting with others on the internet, frequently engaged in social media.

Since the live stream of the Red Street Library kidnapping began, she had been surfing intensively for six or seven hours.

Joel Dracula had clearly shown his son on camera during his live stream to rebut the rumors.

According to his rebuttal, the kidnappers had taken the wrong person; the child in the library wasn’t his son.

But now, a Demon appeared in the live stream, looking exactly like the child Dracula showed during his denial.

Temir wasn’t an ignorant fool; she was certain there was a big problem here.

“I’m also a bit confused.

If we go by what Joel Dracula said, the kidnappers didn’t get the right person; then why does the Demon in the kidnappers’ hands look so much like his son?”

The blonde woman gave her own reasoning.

“Could they be twins?

I think that’s the only explanation that makes sense.

But if they are twins, then old Dracula is inhuman, not caring about the life and death of his other son.”

“No!

They’re not twins; it has already been revealed, they could be clones.

This topic has reached the top of the hot list on social media.

Oh my God, Dracula actually cloned his younger son.”

As a country girl from the remote state of Missouri, Temir found that the West Coast was indulging in some wild antics.

“How could it be clones, isn’t the law forbidding cloning technology to be applied to humans?”

Lisa was skeptical of Temir’s words and questioned her.

“The law?

When could the laws of America ever control the real big companies?

Do you think our OC perfumes abide by the law?”

Lisa was at a loss for words; although their perfume company wasn’t very large, it still had over 300 employees.

As a medium-sized enterprise, they indeed had numerous violations of the law.

This was an inevitable problem when running a business; there was always some violation, and no one could escape it.

Following this logic, a gigantic biotech company with military cooperation that broke some laws regarding human cloning seemed all too normal.

“But if one of them really is a clone, then that’s taking an enormous risk.

Moreover, which one is the clone?

The one kidnapped, or the one on the rebuttal press conference?”

Kidnapping case, live gunfire, executing hostages, organ transplants, human experimentation, stealing dead soldiers’ organs, illegally cloning humans.

Lisa felt like a chipmunk in a melon patch.

The live stream of the kidnapping was simply too exciting; one massive scoop after another came from the Dracula Family.

The blonde woman felt she wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.