My American magical life
Chapter 1114: 139: "Loyalty and filial piety are insignificant, only kill, kill, kill

Chapter 1114: Chapter 139: “Loyalty and filial piety are insignificant, only kill, kill, kill

“My idea is that it’s not worth going head-to-head with frenzied media like CNN. The thoughts in their minds are beyond normal understanding.”

Is that understandable?

America’s Democratic Party media people seem like lunatics, but they serve big capitalists and the Deep State. Are they really that stupid?

They are a bizarre fruit born from a mix of ideology and self-interest, seemingly a matter of allegiance, but in reality, it’s a tangled mess of interests and ideology.

Responding even slightly seriously to CNN’s attacks means losing.

How can you win within their narrative framework?

You don’t even have the chance to cry injustice!

The lunatics who support the Democratic Party always think they are the most righteous, and everyone else is evil__!

Hearing Gru’s words, Temir nodded thoughtfully.

The stance of Black Police is somewhat leaning toward the Republican Party, similar to most American police.

“So, is this what Chan means?” The black-haired wealthy woman wanted to first verify if Mr. Cheng had any opinions.

“No, Madam Chairwoman, we can’t rely on Chan for everything. Within my capabilities, I am more than willing to take on my responsibilities.”

Actually, what Mr. Cheng means is that he can handle such matters, but it’s not quite appropriate for him to intervene.

It’s like playing cards; if Nanxi casually plays a four, Mr. Cheng can’t just follow with a bomb.

So, he played Gru—Go ahead, old six, give them a little scare.

“So, what do you plan to do?”

The chairwoman didn’t say much more. She really didn’t think much of that dog Gru, whose blatant sycophancy could even disgust her.

“CNN says there are gang members among the truck drivers of West State Logistics, which was indeed the case before—the Mexican Gang, but I’ve already resolved it.

My strategy is to create an Indian Gang; you know, I have a good relationship with them.”

Not just good, the Underground Forces’ dirty money is mainly laundered through casinos on Indian reservations, and Sheriff Gru knows many big figures within Indian tribes.

“I will arrange for someone to arrest an Indian elder employed by West State Logistics—CNN is making noise, so we will respond to them!

Then, the tribe to which the arrested Indian elder belongs will have a reason to start making trouble.

Don’t CNN and those Democratic Party fools like to kiss up to minorities?

Let the Indians cause a fuss in front of CNN and see how they handle it!”

The Democratic Party has raised the banner of minority equity; Sheriff Gru’s expression shifted as he grasped it and immediately absorbed it!

In fact, this is not Gru’s plan; it’s the ancestral method.

Upon hearing this, Temir knew that Mr. Cheng was the mastermind behind it.

“How will they cause trouble? Also, can you be sure that the tribe elder you arranged is reliable?”

Cheng Daqi only needs to provide the plan; Temir needs to consider much more.

“Reliable, reliable, Madam Chairwoman, as long as you support me, I will have all processes ready, and no one will dare make trouble!”

Gru’s words were interesting, and Temir blinked, then asked.

“Why doesn’t he talk directly to me?”

This question, not to mention that Black Police didn’t know the answer, even if he did, he wouldn’t dare answer recklessly.

“Perhaps Chan is quite busy…”

The black-haired wealthy woman sneered, not pursuing further.

Mr. Cheng, the bastard, is so cunning, calculating everything thoroughly, and even the dog Gru knows how to play dumb.

“Alright, I agree, the affairs of West State are my affairs!”

The game of the three was played very earnestly.

The core guiding principle is simply—just do it!

Step by step getting to today, Nanxi wants to hit, and Cheng Daqi and Mi’er can take it!

—————–

Outside the main entrance of LAPD, on a temporary wooden platform, Fidel was spitting words fervently.

In front of the stage, there was a dense crowd, along with a dozen reporters holding long and short lenses.

In California, seeing such a scene, without thinking, it must be another Democratic Party politician putting on a show.

“They asked me, do they have the right to compensation?

My answer is—unforgivable!

Of course, it’s not these poor people who are unforgivable, but the brutal law enforcement actions of LAPD that are unforgivable!

American police are employed by American taxpayers, and their duties do not include driving patrol cars to run people over!

Look at this young man; he’s only twenty, he’s a fine young chap with a promising future, carrying the American Dream to San Rodolfo!

But now, he has lost his leg, and faces a massive medical bill; his life, like many others, has been devastated by LAPD’s violent law enforcement!

We employ them, entrust them with missions and responsibilities, but this trust has been abused by them, becoming excuses for violence and injustice!

Today, as I stand here, I am not here, not even slightly, for fame or for votes—my heart is crying!

You may not know me well; I have been a public defender for many years and have witnessed too much misfortune and sorrow!

Compared to this vast and absurd tragedy, those misfortunes and sorrows don’t even seem regrettable anymore!

The pursuit of justice propels me to stand here!

I am not afraid, not afraid of the so-called police groups’ malice against me!

I stand here, not for anyone else, but solely for myself, for the beautiful, united, kindhearted America in my heart.

They will say, ‘Hey, Fidel, it’s useless, this world is terrible and getting worse, your efforts are useless, they are futile.’