My American magical life
Chapter 1119: 141: Do you think my decision has been hijacked by them?_2

Chapter 1119: Chapter 141: Do you think my decision has been hijacked by them?_2

It was cruelly decapitated, its limbs dismembered, placed on your bed like a sacrificial offering.

Burns collapsed helplessly to his knees.

All his worries have come true at this moment.

Lake is unreliable, and politicians like Gasetti would never value the fate of a policeman.

He has become the price, even the breakthrough in Gru’s eyes.

Burns knows what kind of choices he’s facing next.

Either take the fall for Lake, or become the sword to stab Lake in the back for Gru.

In front of the organized crime network composed of Black Police, he is like a clay figure, to be molded as they wish.

The Empire is declining, but certain special groups have gained power beyond the rules from its fall.

Now, these groups outside the rules have shifted the whirlpool of conflict onto Burns, a small cop.

The olive branch extended by Lake to Burns is akin to grace from above the clouds.

Burns grasped it without hesitation, now, it’s time for him to pay the price after failing!

A benevolent gesture from a prominent figure isn’t necessarily luck; it could also be the destruction of an inescapable fate.

The phone rings, Burns crawls to the bedside, picks up the unfamiliar phone.

“Hey, Burns, it’s me.”

Gru’s voice carries a hint of sarcasm, as he blatantly calls Burns directly.

Defiant, but he indeed has the license to be defiant.

Gru is deeply entangled in the specific conflicts surrounding the LAPD.

But the very nature of these conflicts, with the involvement of the California Republican Party, has already become part of the Party’s power struggle in San Rodolfo and their plan to control America’s administrative power.

Gru has long ceased to be just Gru; he is now a part of the Deep State, a tentacle of the ambitious.

“How are they?” Burns asked anxiously.

Gru was too lazy to answer such a stupid question, choosing first to indulge in an extreme tongue-lashing.

“Hahaha, Burns, Burns, I’ve always disliked your hypocrisy.

Initially, when I tried to win you over, you said we were incomprehensible demons, you looked down on me, and you looked down on Jax.

Actually, I can understand you; after all, you are a smart person who graduated from a prestigious school, unlike us, we are mud-legged.”

Facing Gru’s successful gloating, Burns remained quite composed.

“The past is past. What do you want me to do? Just say it!”

Failures want a dignified end to the humiliation, but Gru disagrees.

“Not past, I want to ask you a question — are we truly incomprehensible demons?”

Yes, of course.

Yet, what Gru relishes most is this pleasure of destroying the norm of a proud soul.

This kind of psychology is so widespread that it can’t even be called pathological, it’s just a personified bit.

“No, Mr. Gru, I was too impolite, sorry, Mr. Gru, sorry, I beg you, let me go…”

People always have delusions, it’s not surprising; after all, who likes to make themselves the price?

Price?

For this pathetic America?

Forget it!

“Now you want to exit? Too late!”

Gru gave a cruel answer.

“Come see me, you know where my house is, in the convenience store toilet across from the station near my home, there’s a secret entrance, someone will bring you over.

Don’t get caught, I think, with your intelligence, if you want, no one would discover you, right?”

Burns got up from the ground, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth.

“I don’t want to break the law.”

Gru didn’t answer, which made Burns a bit uneasy.

“Dad! Dad! Save me! A white van, Southgate Seventh District, happened by the roadside, hurry….. mm….. mm.”

Burns’ heart was about to shatter, his daughter was controlled, but still calmly tried to relay clues, yet those people stopped her.

“Let her talk, say anything she wants!”

Gru’s voice came through, but he was merely showing a fearless posture, in reality, he had no intention to let Burns’ daughter continue talking.

After all, Burns himself is already quite sensible.

“So, Burns, are you willing to fight for your little Angel?”

“Gru, God will judge you!”

“God has never sheltered me, when did he ever have the right to judge me then?

We mud-legged survive by the courage to fight desperately, that’s how we stand next to you smart ones.

Burns, don’t disappoint me, show some father’s responsibility, hahahaha!”

Thomas captured, Jax suppressed, Gru has swallowed his anger for so long, desperately needs a fierce counterattack!

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“I agree, but things need order, Chan, it’s already a mess.”

“The progress of the private prison project is threatened, West State Logistics is being slammed by CNN daily, your car manufacturing plan is being pushed difficultly, Gru’s mongrel is about to stir things up again.”

“Niusen, Gasetti, Nanxi, even Wolf, the situation we face is so complicated, pressure from all sides is continuous.”

“Now, you want to team up with others to grab projects from Vanguard and Belled, the forum media company will cost us at least a billion, right?”

“What is this, crazy expansion running towards death?”

Temir’s tone shifted from slightly harsh rapid to low, she seriously asked.

“Or is it that you can’t stop anymore, Chan?”

Cheng Daqi lying on a massage bed, enjoying the therapist’s muscle kneading, hears Mi’er ask him such and replies, crying and laughing.

“Absolutely not, I can stop whenever I want, it’s just some minor issues with certain things now, far from having to compromise yet.”

The black-haired rich lady shook her head, she thinks Mr. Cheng is being stubborn.

“But what I see is, you’re caught in complicated games involving different aspects with different people, they don’t want to lose, so they up the stakes, big bets.

And to confront them, you also choose to up the stakes, but we can’t simultaneously face two enemies with our chest and rear — damn it, your enemies aren’t just two!

I guess, Chan, you wouldn’t be comfortable letting Wolf stand behind you, right?”

A chill surged from behind, making Mr. Cheng’s scalp crawl.

The young lady’s reminder is well-intentioned, but these words, terrifying.

“How can there be so many enemies, all are friends, just little disagreements, don’t tell me you’ve already started to waver, dear.”

“Just some little disagreements”

Mr. Cheng and Nanxi had disagreements, the cost being Burns’ entire family’s life put on the gambling table, how many people’s fate started to fluctuate.

It’s kind of like ‘your grandfather’s little whims, my grandfather starved to death’.

Who says capitalism is bad?

For a ruthless capitalist like Mr. Cheng, it’s simply paradise, isn’t it?

“Waver? You doubt me?”

Temir put down the phone, rising with an unfriendly expression, waving to signal for the massager giving Mr. Cheng a knead session to leave.

“Chan, some previous reminders, in hindsight seemed unnecessary, but I will continue to remind you.

This is not out of arrogance or from a perspective, nor does it mean I want to manipulate or control you, it’s purely from my heart, I’m afraid of you losing.

We’re gradually stepping onto the stage, today, losing carries too high a cost.

Now, your decisions are being hijacked by Gru, by Wolf, by Nanxi.

Things are tangled into a mess, and you still have the mood for a massage!

Is this my problem? Does my wavering or not change the fact that you’re being dragged along by them?”

These words were harsh.

“You think my decisions were hijacked by them?”

Cheng Daqi sat up from the massage bed, looking at Mi’er, unwilling to accept such criticism.

“Is it not?”

“OF COURSE!”

“Chan, stop being stubborn, you’re too accommodating, you gave them too much, making them think they could negotiate with you.

Without you, Wolf would now be half-heartedly suppressed by his dad!

Without you, Crusoe would just be an ordinary West Coast tycoon!

Without you, Gru would have died in the crossfire of San Rodolfo long ago!

You’re just too good to them, that’s why they dare disrespect you so much.”

“You spoil them!”