My American magical life
Chapter 1157: 155: The Battered Empire, Who Does This Era Belong To? _3

Chapter 1157: Chapter 155: The Battered Empire, Who Does This Era Belong To? _3

If he’s really that smart, then this arrangement of his must be useful, but we can’t see its purpose.

He’s at odds with Niusen, he’s in conflict with Nanxi. Under such circumstances, our allegiance matters little, doesn’t it?”

Cheng’s long-cultivated power has reached a point where Jax and Gru need to speculate in every possible way.

It’s not because Cheng is smart or formidable, it’s merely because of his courage.

In this world, smart people are as common as cattle; among a million, ten thousand are geniuses. Global existence numbers in the seventy or eighty thousand, aren’t they smart or formidable?

Many can foresee future changes through the vicissitudes of the world without information advantages, but they can’t place decisive and courageous bets like Cheng.

The human mind not only changes, it also fears and seeks stability.

Cheng’s information advantage isn’t that strong. Achilles, with his team’s help, precisely gambled on the revival of the central block of World Island, and there are many like Achilles.

But they either don’t have enough chips or lack sufficient courage, so ultimately, they bury opportunities in their quest for stability.

Gru didn’t answer for a long time; he was thinking.

“If I die, his strategy of having us support Niusen will become useful.” The Black Police said quietly.

Jax quickly thought through the logic.

Gru dies; he’s still alive. Niusen gets a reason to settle scores with Gasetti, and with Gasetti’s departure, Cheng and the California Elephant Party behind him will gain more initiative and dominance in San Rodolfo.

Cheng and Niusen are special allies.

If the assassination is executed cleverly, Jax can continue to be manipulated into becoming a puppet replacement for Gru, and he’s much more useful than that jerk Gru.

The logic holds!

“So, he gives you a car, hoping you’ll feel safe enough, only to kill you later?”

Jax confirmed with some unease in his heart.

Gru didn’t answer but instead opened his phone book and started searching.

Soon, he found the person he wanted to contact.

Jax silently watched his big brother make the call, with countless thoughts in his mind.

However, just as Gru was dialing, the Black Police suddenly looked up at Jax and asked.

“Can I trust you?”

“Forever, boss. They say I’m smart, but I’d rather be a fool who follows you forever.”

Gru nodded, and the call quickly connected.

“Bring your best mechanic to my house immediately!”

“No reason, just immediately!”

Two hours later, the mechanic extracted a makeshift remote bomb from the chassis of Gru’s Army One.

He nervously put the bomb down, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at his boss and the renowned San Rodolfo sheriff, saying.

“Although I don’t know exactly what the structure of Army One’s chassis is like, this black… um, module is independent of this vehicle’s power system, but it’s connected to the car’s power module with a wire that’s different from the car’s usual standard.”

Jax’s mindset was on the brink of exploding; the possibility that Cheng might want to kill Gru was uncomfortably logical despite its craziness.

If true, their situation becomes awkward. Jax hurriedly questioned.

“Are you sure?”

The mechanic looked at his boss hesitantly before answering.

“Not too sure, maybe you should get a professional expert, I’m just a regular mechanic…”

“Enough!” Gru first silenced the mechanic, then pointed at him.

“Hold him down!”

Gru’s home had long been filled with his most loyal followers. Upon his command, they pinned the mechanic to the ground.

“I…”

The mechanic tried to struggle, wanting to seek help from his boss or beg Gru for mercy, but Gru’s men covered his mouth.

Gru took the gun he carried and handed it to his friend, who was utterly shocked by the situation, and was also the mechanic’s boss.

“This guy is trying to sow discord, kill him, and I can pretend this never happened!”

Suppressing the turmoil within, Jax, with trembling hands, took out his phone and then put it down again.

“Wait a minute, taking a video with a phone won’t do, go get a camera!”

Jax was cooperating with his big brother.

Just like he said, he’d rather be a fool who follows Gru forever.

Psychologists and crime experts might study this special psychological mechanism, but for Jax, loyalty itself is a reward.

He and Gru had long been inseparable.

The mechanic struggled, Gru’s men were whispering, and Gru looked at the mechanic’s boss, who was sweating heavily on his forehead.

“Do I not have any other choices?” the mechanic boss asked hesitantly.

Gru shook his head, and the mechanic’s eyes instantly lit up.

If there were a choice, not everyone would be willing to tread the path of walking in Hell.

“There is, you can die with him, and to prevent any future troubles, I also have to kill your entire family.

You know, it’s troublesome, with more people dead, I have to give those involved in the operation more bonuses.”

“Boss, being by your side every day, my hands are itching; I’m willing to do it without a bonus!”

“You bastard, you are betraying us, boss, I can do it too, but you at least have to give us a month’s paid leave, like administrative leave~”