My American magical life
Chapter 253 - 253 108 He has nowhere to go!_2

253: Chapter 108: He has nowhere to go!_2 253: Chapter 108: He has nowhere to go!_2 He was the boss of the White Gang within the Saint Rodu police force.

His gang members pushed and pulled, thrusting him into the position of captain of the Niangniang Temple precinct’s action team.

However, those without resources at the top found it difficult to advance any further.

Gru realized he had reached his limit and, to go further, he chose to take a desperate risk.

In hindsight, the Red Street kidnapping case he planned was somewhat successful, but it also completely exposed his existence to many people.

The White Gang within the police is actually a type of mafia, differentiated as such only to distinguish them from the ordinary mafia.

The history of the White Gang is quite ancient, but it has always lacked organization as officers, after all, are subjected to intense vertical management within the law enforcement system.

In a long historical period of the past, even the toughest people found it difficult to cultivate large-scale White Gangs under the entrenched framework of interests.

But times changed, and Gru joined the LAPD just as America was reaping a wave of dividends from the Cold War.

In an economic upturn, all conflicts were obscured, and officers enjoyed the dividends of an era’s development.

In a capitalist nation like America, the real rulers of the state were those top capitalists whose pursuit of profit was boundless.

No matter how abundant the dividends, there would come a day when they were depleted.

When the financial crisis struck, everything changed.

The small White Gangs of the past, catalyzed by the crisis, grew into a monstrous entity like Gru.

In Saint Rodu, the police officers’ wage growth slowed, living costs rose, and many officers who invested or bought houses were pushed to the brink of bankruptcy.

Worse still, due to the government’s growing annual fiscal deficit, the budget for the police system also began to slow its growth.

Combined with the total outburst of social conflicts after the economic downturn, the work of the officers went from relaxed to taut, and their income was no longer decent.

Gru caught the opportunity of the times.

In the years following the outbreak of the crisis, through unscrupulous expansion and money-grubbing, he grew his White Gang from a dozen people to several hundred.

His position was backed by governmental public authority, which brought great convenience to his illicit business.

He then used the money earned from illicit business to win over the hearts of his subordinates, transforming government-employed officers into his private force.

For America, Gru’s existence was a cancerous tumor, a new type of cancer virus produced by societal changes; his White Gang was the focal point of this tumor.

Before the Red Street kidnapping case, his position wasn’t high, his responsibilities were few, his power was barely sufficient, and his forces were extremely fierce.

Most importantly, he wasn’t conspicuous at that time.

As a new entity parasitic on the American system, he had little involvement with the existing circles of interest in America.

Moreover, as he had few family members and wasn’t even married, it meant he could reinvest all his earnings back into the development of his gang.

So he ran and ran until today when he realized there was no way forward.

The positions above were all occupied by those within the entrenched circles of interest.

The seasoned players observed him curiously and then identified the problem.

This guy isn’t right!

Making money off the big tree of America but not paying tribute to the lords of America, is that appropriate?

It’s not!

This is the real logic behind the covert attacks Gru was suffering.

Seeing through appearances to grasp the essence is a rare ability, one that Cheng Daqi did not possess.

He was merely given to pondering and exhaustive analysis.

He never thought of himself as intelligent, but he was grateful, grateful that he always persisted in thinking.

“Is it fair to say that he could be the icing on your cake but is unlikely to be your savior in a pinch?”

Cheng Daqi asked, already seeing Gru’s predicament.

After killing Tonks, Gru had lost the last so-called connection in the upper echelons.

Gru was strong, but he lacked Cheng Daqi’s resilience.

Cheng Daqi could endure pressure and humiliation, even threats, to cooperate with Gru, but Gru couldn’t handle the pressure and humiliation from Tonks to maintain a collaboration; this was where Gru fell short compared to Cheng Daqi.

Moreover, Cheng Daqi had only Elder Li by his side, while Gru commanded several hundred people; their scale was entirely different.

Gru wouldn’t survive an investigation—there were too many subordinates.

If someone looked into him, his multitude of dirty dealings would likely come to light.

“You also said that the situation hasn’t reached its most dangerous point yet, Mr.

Niu Sen might still be unaware that I’ve been targeted.”

The usually haughty Mr.

Gru sat across from Cheng Daqi, trying to sound calm as he spoke.

Gru saw the dead end he faced; someone was indeed after him, and he didn’t know who it was, nor could he find a way to save himself.

In the law enforcement system, the current police chief held more sway than him.

In such a situation, seeking help from high-ranking officials within the police force would be unrealistic.

Outside of the police system, the only potential ally he could think of was Niu Sen.

But Niu Sen wouldn’t help him; he was very clear about that.

If everything went smoothly for him, Niu Sen wouldn’t mind doing him a small favor, but their relationship was far from the point where Niu Sen would be willing to vouch for him.

“Actually, there isn’t much danger, the worst-case scenario would be joining the director’s committee as a commissioner.

You’re already a winner in life, Mr.

Gru~”

Cheng Daqi teased with a sense of humor.

Power lost but with a pension, how could he not be considered a winner in life?

Gru didn’t want to be such a laughable “winner”.

What he wanted was the kind of victory where he could call the shots, the kind where he’d take down his opponents and then ascend to the throne!

‘What else can I do?

How can I keep my gang?

Who is plotting against me?

Is it Niu Sen?

Or that police chief?’

Gru had never seen such a high-level game.

Just like playing LOL, different heroes have different strengths and weaknesses in the late game.

Having enjoyed the early advantage for so long, it was normal for Gru to feel weak in the later stages.

He had indeed developed a path dependence; Gru relied too much on his gang.

For instance, under normal circumstances, if a corrupt cop can’t get promoted, he should bribe and network to integrate into the group and find a path to the next level.

But what about Gru?

When he realized he couldn’t move up, his solution was to plan a kidnapping case like a terrorist attack.

To ensure that the credit went to him, he even prepared snipers for his daring and combative colleagues.

This person’s methods were both cool and childish.

Coolness is useful, but untimely coolness that alienates oneself from the group only leads to being feared and disliked.

“Chan, no more beating around the bush, let’s hear your conditions.

You’ve been looking amused from the beginning.

I hope you actually have a method and aren’t just clowning around in front of me.”

The top corrupt cop was backed into a corner and became tough.

Gru had mentally prepared himself to take out that police chief if things didn’t go well!

The Red Street kidnapping was his doing, but it wasn’t the only thing he could do.

If those people wanted to go to extremes with him, he could also plan kidnappings on Yellow Street, Blue Street!

His gang, consisting of hundreds from the legitimate world, really liked making quick money with all the illegal earnings they’d scattered over the years!

Power was a tool for realizing one’s dreams.

For Gru, giving up power meant giving up all the meaning and possibilities in his life!

He wouldn’t accept it!

“You’re now like a rat that’s fallen into the water, baring your teeth and sneering in an attempt to look threatening.

But the dark waterweeds have already entangled your feet, pulled at your tail.

Mr.

Gru, your hand has been seen through, and at this poker table, you can’t play your jokers!”

Keep intimidating!

Cheng Daqi wanted to finish this in one stroke; he wanted to completely subdue Gru, to ensure he would never bare his teeth to him again.

Gru looked at Cheng Daqi coldly and said.

“So, how do I confirm whether Jax has betrayed me?”

No more testing, no more riddles, no more games.

You can call me a rat in the sewer, but what about you?

Chan, show whether you’re a mule or a horse, let’s see what you’ve got!