My American magical life
Chapter 290 - 290 127 Involuntary

290: Chapter 127: Involuntary 290: Chapter 127: Involuntary In the evening, Cheng Daqi drove the black MODEL S that Elder Li had found for him and arrived at Gru’s new home.

The old factory was ultimately abandoned by the top dirty cop, who probably cared more about his future than the pleasant memories associated with it.

For instance, tonight’s party was held upon Cheng Daqi’s suggestion, to celebrate Mr.

Gru, the great hero of the Red Street kidnapping case, as he was promoted to Chief of Saint Rodu Police.

The great hero of the Red Street kidnapping case!

When this title was linked to Gru, it had the flavor of a hellish joke.

Each time Cheng Daqi thought about this title being widely accepted on Gru, he felt the world was a bit magical.

The top dirty cop was not only the mastermind behind the Red Street kidnapping case but also the sinister force stabbing colleagues in the back; even his boss had caught on to his antics.

Niu Sen’s actions against Gru were swift, yet under Temir’s mediation, Niu Sen actually pushed Gru to the position of Chief of Saint Rodu Police.

From the head of the action team at Niangniang Temple precinct to the Chief of Saint Rodu Police, Gru had jumped at least three ranks in a single move.

This kind of promotion speed could only happen in America.

After all, America is a free, democratic, law-abiding country where both the law and politics are the servants of capital.

In California, a certain Governor who wished to remain anonymous wielded enormous power, ensuring systems would greenlight his commands as long as they didn’t threaten the interests of his financiers.

Cheng Daqi parked the car, adjusted his tie in the mirror, grabbed the housewarming gift for Gru—the fake diamond that he hadn’t managed to give away earlier—and directly entered the estate where the party was being held.

(Originally meant for Mrs.

Gru, the gift was never delivered since Gru had no wife)

Can’t let it go to waste, might as well make do with it.

If Gru found out, Cheng Daqi would randomly concoct an Indian scammer’s name to bluff his way through and express that he was a victim too.

In others’ eyes, the top dirty cop might be a hero, but in Cheng Daqi’s eyes, he was the epitome of an idiot!

Cheng Daqi would feel like a fool if he sincerely gave Gru even a hundred dollars’ worth of gifts.

Gru’s estate, of course, couldn’t compare to Temir’s palace-like villa, but it was still quite impressive—after all, it even had a small parking lot.

Frowning, Cheng Daqi was struck by the estate’s perimeter wall, or rather, he was struck by Gru’s stupidity.

A meter-thick wall capable of withstanding artillery bombardment, decked with two layers of barbed wire, the outer one spiked and it seemed the inner one was electrified.

Gru, have you lost your mind?

I wanted you to host a gathering to invite local influential figures from Saint Rodu, expand your network, show your power, and become a better lapdog in the future.

But now, your idea of showing strength seems to differ from mine.

It’s okay for the estate to be large given your high status, but what’s the meaning of this meter-thick wall?

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Under Jax’s guidance, Cheng Daqi met with Gru.

Cheng Daqi was the first guest to arrive tonight because he needed to discuss other matters with Gru.

When he saw Gru, the ‘great hero’ famous in the area was intently studying something on the table.

“Mr.

Gru, what are you looking at?”

Cheng Daqi didn’t directly state his purpose and questions, thinking that Gru would explain on his own.

“A treasure map, Chan, this is a treasure map,” said Gru as he rolled up the paper he had been looking at.

Narrowing his eyes, Cheng Daqi estimated that the treasure map Gru referred to was roughly A3 size.

“What do you think of my new house, isn’t it beautiful?”

Gru rose from his desk and sat on the sofa, asking Cheng Daqi who was seated diagonally opposite him.

“Beautiful, but judging by the thickness of the walls, it seems more suited to be a drug lord’s hideout than the villa of a newly appointed police chief,” Cheng Daqi said with a touch of sarcasm, showing little kindness towards Gru who could only achieve today’s status by following his advice.

Some subordinates can be dealt with gently, like Elder Li.

But Gru was different, not a gentle house dog, but a bloodthirsty wolf.

Even if Cheng Daqi naively tried to play nice with him, Gru wouldn’t show an ounce of gratitude.

Cheng Daqi was brusque, but Gru responded with what he considered ‘composure.’

“Hahaha, Chan, you’re still so smart.

This place used to be a drug lord’s stronghold.

I personally led the raid on this place back then.

Guess what?

We entered straight through a tunnel he had dug, and that wall’s only function was to trap him inside.

An idiot built a wall for himself, thinking it could protect him for life, don’t you think he’s a fool?”

Cheng Daqi nodded with a smile, finding Gru quite pitiable, lacking the bite of the nineteen-year-old Zhao Hongjin, a life wasted on a dog!

When danger loomed, pleading for help with lots of submissive words, he kept on saying they were the best of friends.

But once Cheng Daqi actually helped him out of danger, Gru became ungrateful and started causing trouble again.

Pity, Cheng Daqi could only find a sense of superiority in words.

Poor Gru, your heart is ultimately not strong enough.

“Mr.

Gru, a shipment from the Caramakris Family has been held up at Saint Rodu customs.

Mi’er hopes you can inquire about what’s going on and clear up the misunderstanding as soon as possible.”

The words of Cheng Daqi were actually quite normal, but Gru’s thoughts strangely went askew, and he uttered a rather odd statement.

“The Caramakris Family is involved in smuggling goods?”

The wording used by the newly appointed Chief of Police in Saint Rodu was too cryptic, luckily Cheng Daqi’s English was good.

He picked up on the key details, both said and unsaid, and realized that the ‘goods’ Gru referred to might not be ordinary goods.

He thought of the thirty-five million dollars.

After Temir agreed to intervene, Cheng Daqi negotiated the price with Gru for the second time, and the offer from this top-tier corrupt cop kept rising along with his confidence.

In the end, Gru directly asked Cheng Daqi to name his price, and Cheng Daqi tentatively quoted forty-five million dollars.

And truly, Gru took Cheng Daqi’s exploratory offer as a base to conclude a deal at thirty-five million dollars to solve the problem.

Up to now, Cheng Daqi finally understood where Gru’s thirty-five million dollars came from.

The drug lord’s mansion, the underground attack, Gru’s substantial ill-gotten gains, the new Chief’s cryptic choice of words—all connected.

“Heh, Mr.

Gru, perhaps you lack a bit of imagination when it comes to making money.

Or are you playing dumb on purpose, hoping to sneak through this affair without issue?”

The words of Cheng Daqi were ambiguous, he seemed to be going along with what Gru suggested, while also referencing the issue with customs.

Realizing he might have lost control of his tongue, the top-tier corrupt cop rubbed his face with his hand.

He wanted to call Jax, but considering Cheng Daqi was sitting opposite him, he just opened his mouth and then engaged in a ‘deep’ silent eye contact with Cheng Daqi.

He misspoke!

He knew he had said the wrong thing.

Cheng Daqi looked at Gru expressionlessly, while Gru stared back grimly.

Were his pupils dilated?

His eyes—Gru’s pupils gave away everything!

He had just used!

Not long before!

Although Gru was scum, he never made such low-level mistakes, but in today’s conversation, the stupidities were too glaring!

Considering his dilated pupils, Cheng Daqi was certain, Gru had just indulged before his arrival.

“Mr.

Gru, there’s an unwritten rule in our line of work, have you forgotten?”

Pressing his fingers firmly together, Cheng Daqi felt a bit nervous—he was dealing with a top-tier corrupt cop and an addict.

However, his nervousness only lasted for a moment before quickly dissipating.

This wasn’t Hua Country, and his relationship with Gru wasn’t simple; Cheng Daqi didn’t have to worry about Gru harming him.

“Chan, you’re still young, you might not have experienced the feeling of being helplessly compelled, you don’t understand,” the top-tier corrupt cop shook his head and heaved a sigh as he responded to Cheng Daqi’s question, then he shifted the conversation.

“Is there any other information about that shipment from the Caramakris being held at customs?

Send it all to me at once, so I can take care of it sooner.”

After sending the information given by Sun Dongxin to Gru, Cheng Daqi left the corrupt cop’s study.

The merchandise of the Temir family obviously wouldn’t have any issues; it was Sun Dongxin’s cargo that was problematic.

Brother Sun had not been lying when he said earlier that one of Dongxin’s shipments had been held by Saint Rodu customs for several months, and his trip to America indeed included the purpose of dealing with this trouble on the side.

——————

The banquet had started, yet this type of social event was never really about the eating.

What more people cared about was whether they could take the opportunity of Gru putting together this event to make new connections during the affairs.

Cheng Daqi had this in mind too, he had recommended this banquet to Gru in hopes that Gru would broaden his horizons and think bigger.

But now, Cheng Daqi was in no mood for socializing; he sat alone on a chair at the terrace on the first floor, contemplating the fog that shrouded Gru.

What exactly did the top corrupt cop’s “being helplessly compelled” signify?

Gru’s backing included Niu Sen and Temir, with his status and power, yet he still expressed such a feeling of powerlessness, what had happened?

Did his words carry weight, or was he looking for excuses to cover up his own embarrassment?

“Chan, why are you sitting here alone?”

The arrival of Eris interrupted Cheng Daqi’s train of thought; the West Coast Dream Chaser was also one of Gru’s invited guests.

“I was thinking about Mr.

Gru’s past of catching drug dealers here,” Cheng Daqi said, coming out of his deep contemplation with a smile.

“Alright, but that’s not important.

I told you about the big shot who’s back, and he has set the time to meet with us for this weekend.”

Sitting down next to Cheng Daqi, and observing the empty estate’s backyard, Eris started talking about their shared aspirations.

“Can you tell me some information about him now?

Stop being all secretive for no reason; it’s pointless.”

No wonder Cheng Daqi was curious; Eris had been too coy all along, never revealing anything about this ultimate partner they were supposed to cooperate with.

“Wolf Dracula, the second son of Elder Dracula, the deputy director of Dracula Biotech, and the prime heir to the Dracula Family.”