My American magical life
Chapter 250 - 250 106 No!

250: Chapter 106: No!

I still have a chance!

(Thanks to the whispering giant alliance master~)_2 250: Chapter 106: No!

I still have a chance!

(Thanks to the whispering giant alliance master~)_2 He wanted free office space at the time, and Gru just offered his own house to him, which was a bit strange.

Now that Gru really meant to give it away, Cheng Daqi felt relieved, and the only doubt was resolved.

“Forget it, where’s your new place?

Make sure to invite me when you have a moving party,”

Cheng Daqi rejected Gru’s ‘kind offer,’ which disappointed Gru considerably.

“It’s just across from the LAPD headquarters, a regular small apartment, I doubt I will have a party,”

The crooked cop responded to Cheng Daqi with indifference.

“Why not have one?”

Picking up that the crooked cop wasn’t telling the full truth, Cheng Daqi didn’t call him out.

Instead, he uncharacteristically prodded further.

“I’m not like you, Chan, you’re still young, I’m already old.”

This was Gru’s genuine sentiment, the more he interacted with Cheng Daqi, the more he felt he wasn’t being controlled by Cheng Daqi for no reason.

Cheng Daqi’s youth was his advantage, for he possessed not just youth, but a clever mind, extraordinary courage, and the guts to go all in.

Gru really admired Cheng Daqi.

But he truly didn’t like parties, he never liked that sort of thing.

“Mr.

Gru, Jax has become the acting chief of Niangniang Temple precinct, how come your new position isn’t fixed yet?”

Gru wanted to laugh at Cheng Daqi’s question.

Investigating me, huh?

“That captain doesn’t want to move up to the committee, refuses to budge, and I’ve got big trouble.

Chan, could you ask Congressman Wood to help me out?”

The top dirty cop quite enjoyed chatting with Cheng Daqi, or rather, he took pleasure in the feeling of stumping Cheng Daqi into silence.

You’re just a dog, Temir’s bitch, don’t forget your place!

When he admired Cheng Daqi, Gru thought: He’s promising material, just like I was.

When he felt like mocking Cheng Daqi for fun, Gru thought: Know your place, you’re just a dog.

So Cheng Daqi’s judgment was never wrong, Gru had a rough start, his status had risen, but his mindset hadn’t kept up.

“Mr.

Gru, considering your long-standing contributions to Congressman Caramacris, any suggestions from you would be thoughtfully considered by him.”

Poked fun at,you must curse back right then and there, or you’ll regret it under your blankets at night.

You curse me, I curse you, Cheng Daqi never lets himself be slighted.

Gru isn’t his friend, Cheng Daqi would be wronging himself if he even slightly indulged him.

Show cooperation if you want cooperation, what are you pretending for?

Have you forgotten the last time I overpowered you?

Still looking for a showdown here?

Sorry, as long as you lack the courage to turn against me, such passive-aggressive antics seem like a joke to me!

Today, Cheng Daqi was taking a tough stance in front of Gru.

“Have you eaten enough?

If so, scram, I’m not interested in your business, but we could share that virtual currency guy.”

Gru left with his nose out of joint, muttering curses.

Poor Chen Zihao still had no clue, he’d become a lowly tool and he was about to be shared by others.

“You could at least give me one, I haven’t had a bite yet.”

Holding back the urge to beat Cheng Daqi up, Gru handed over the grilled kebabs,

and the two silently ate their food.

Gru acted like a barbecue chef, grilling skewers for Cheng Daqi.

“Mr.

Gru, these skewers are undercooked, heat them up some more.”

Halfway through eating, Cheng Daqi sharply caught on to Gru’s scheme to upset his stomach.

“What else do you want to say, just speak up, can you?”

The top dirty cop was utterly tired of Cheng Daqi, wanting to hit him but not daring to create a scene; he really felt the frustration of finding it easier to invite trouble in than send it away.

“Mr.

Gru, Congressman Wood certainly can help you, but you’re now in California, are you sure you really need his help?”

Having eaten enough, it was time to talk business, Cheng Daqi intended to give Gru some lessons in broadening horizons.

This cop was strong and ruthless, but he was unprincipled in his actions, clearly an unorthodox player.

Any normal person wouldn’t think of such a stupid stratagem of killing colleagues and superiors for promotion.

“Chan, I’ve always relied on myself, solving problems by myself is the romance of a man.”

So you’re scolding me again, huh?

Cheng Daqi was amused by Gru’s words; this old brother from the corrupt cops was really something.

“Do you plan to rely on yourself to personally kill that police chief who doesn’t want to be promoted?”

Cheng Daqi had never underestimated Gru, but he worried that Gru, because of path dependency, might do something foolish.

The corrupt cop looked at Cheng Daqi as if he were an idiot and said.

“You don’t need to worry about my position, at worst I’ll be promoted to the council of chiefs.”

The council of chiefs, the superior organization of the LAPD, the committee member Tonks, that refers to his position within the council of chiefs.

Quite often, the promotions in America don’t necessarily follow the order; the level of its makeshift nature is even worse than that of Hua Country.

However, Cheng Daqi discovered a new problem, a potentially fatal one.

“You were just the captain of the operations team at Niangniang Temple station; if you move directly to the council of chiefs, that would be a disguised demotion.

The matter of Jax becoming station chief, who brought it up?”

Cheng Daqi’s words exploded like a thunderclap beside Gru’s ear.

His reports for subordinates’ promotions had always been smooth; for every one he sent up, approval came back, but his own promotion was stuck.

He sought Niu Sen, who said he could be directly promoted to the council of chiefs, skipping the stage of police chief.

‘Gru, being a police chief is not a good position anyway; all kinds of responsibilities are on the chief’s shoulders, busy to death every day.

I’ll help you get into the council of chiefs, replace Tonks’ position, do a good job in the future, and you might even run for state senator after a few years…’

A disguised demotion, a disguised demotion…

Gru considered an even more terrifying scenario; he had happily attended the inauguration ceremony of one of his subordinates that very afternoon.

This subordinate was the first to be confirmed for a separate office, and there were several other capable right-hand men under him who had already been promoted, but their positions were not yet determined.

“What exactly are you trying to say?”

The top corrupt cop was a bit panicked, staring intently at Cheng Daqi and asked in a deep voice.

Cheng Daqi narrowed his eyes, revealing a smile.

Just as I thought!

Spot on!

Niu Sen is no fool; it’s normal for him to realize there are problems with your police gang!

“You should be on administrative leave now, right?

Until the new appointment is sent, you are still the captain of the operations team, aren’t you?”

Gru, the respect everyone shows you now is an illusion; you’ve earned great merit, and everyone respects you, but their respect for the achievements will fade over time.

Your subordinate has already been promoted to be the chief of one of the four major stations.

How about you?

Fool!

You’ve been targeted!

Playing cat and mouse with me every day, you still think you’re the cat.

But in others’ eyes, you’re an anomaly, an irritating anomaly!

The top corrupt cop abruptly stood up from his seat; he wanted to do something to dissipate the panic in his heart.

His worst fears had come true—Niu Sen knew or guessed what he had done, and then took action against him!

He could kill Tonks, but he couldn’t kill Niu Sen!

Or rather, killing Tonks could be a way to solve a problem, but Niu Sen was just a politician…

No!

I still have a chance!

What if it’s not Niu Sen?

“Chan, if I have the ability to make that police chief who doesn’t want to move step down, could I naturally take over as chief first?”

Tonks, that old dog, has been mixed up in Saint Rodu for over thirty years, and the current chief was once under him, though not a confidant.

But in Tonks’ “Saint Rodu—California Edition: A Record of Officials,” the current chief has quite a few pages of content.

If he uses this information well, Gru is confident in pulling him down from his position.

“Mr.

Gru, you were just a captain of the operations team before; of course, you could act without concern.

But now you have stepped into the spotlight, do you know who stands behind that chief?

If you target that police chief, it could be seen as an attack on those behind him; have you thought about that?”

Cheng Daqi had always felt that Gru lacked the vision, always trying to solve problems with a confrontational mindset, just knowing how to fight and kill.

Rough, way too rough!