My American magical life
Chapter 611 - 611 103 Achilles Likes to Eat People Scores Twice Big Fire!_2

611: Chapter 103: Achilles Likes to Eat People, Scores Twice, Big Fire!_2 611: Chapter 103: Achilles Likes to Eat People, Scores Twice, Big Fire!_2 As the director of the Forbes Missouri office, Steven was almost the top figure in the local hierarchy of power, but his apex position was based within the power structure of Missouri.

Caramakris was the person who shaped Missouri’s order, and Achilles, as the heir to the Caramakris Family, was destined to become the king of Missouri in the future.

Confronted with this two-meter-tall monster, all Steven had was respect.

“Mr.

Achilles, he has agreed,” Steven said.

Achilles patted the woman’s buttocks, and the woman under him slipped out of the room like a fish, without saying a word from beginning to end.

Looking at the loyal director of the Forbes office, Achilles bared a friendly smile.

“It seems your old classmate is not smart enough, Steven, you should go be the assistant director,” he said.

Such words coming from someone else might have been mere courtesy or a joke, but when Achilles said them, Steven took them seriously.

“Mr.

Achilles, I prefer Missouri, and rather than being a director, I would be better serving by your side,” Steven replied.

What’s the point of being the assistant director for Forbes, with a heap of people above you, when you could be Achilles’ dog instead?

The power in Forbes could not be inherited, but the permanent worker in a landlord’s house could carry on the duties generation after generation.

Steven wasn’t stupid; he could tell the difference between a single full meal and full meals all the time.

“I want to transfer you to California, would you be willing to go there and work for me?” Achilles inquired.

The information contained in these words was substantial, especially following the thing Steven had asked Hutter to do; it sparked many thoughts in Steven in the blink of an eye.

“Of course I would be willing, it’s just…” Steven began.

“Speak!” Achilles urged.

“Mr.

Achilles, is there anything special about that underworld gang in Saint Rodu?” Steven asked.

Achilles lit a cigar, leaned back on the sofa and drew a puff, the rising smoke obscuring his face.

“Nothing special, I just want to get rid of their leader,” Achilles stated.

Steven, keeping his head down, continued to inquire.

“But you only sent Hutter to send a few men to watch them; this…” he said hesitantly.

Achilles said in a seemingly random tone.

“They will die, and then the person in charge of the California office will be taken down, then I will send you there, and you will help me eliminate Chief Glu,” Achilles outlined.

This revelation was explosive, and Steven was momentarily unable to react.

Achilles knew those men would die and yet sent them, with the aim of taking down the high-level officials of the Forbes California office, so he could then install Steven there.

And the purpose of placing Steven there was to kill Glu—the most prominent figure in the police force in 2018, the great hero of the Red Street kidnapping case.

Steven’s thoughts were racing, but unable to make sense of it, he simply stopped thinking about it.

“As you wish, Mr.

Achilles,” Steven acquiesced.

Achilles had no intention of explaining further; he gestured in the air towards Steven and said,

“Hmm, you go back to Missouri first to choose some people.

You might need about a dozen competent hands to bring along.”

Steven left, and Achilles stood up, moved out to the balcony, and gazed at the lake outside.

Surrounded by parks and villa clusters, Lake Washington had exceptionally good water quality.

The sun today was nice; its light shining on the water created patches of white reflections.

Achilles mused, “Chan, Glu, you will act, won’t you?”

“Mi’er, you think by finding two smart assistants that you have an edge, but they come from too humble a background, possessing too little.”

They are frightened, and thus they bare their teeth in an attempt to frighten away any potential onlookers.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, Achilles laughed out loud, revealing his white and perfect teeth.

In nature, the weaker predators are more likely to bare their teeth because they are afraid!

Achilles felt a sense of the hunt; in this game, he was the tiger, and Cheng Daqi, Glu, including Mi’er, were just pitiable coyotes in his eyes.

What use is there in numbers?

A bunch of trash combined is still trash, isn’t it?

You are what you eat; suffering only begets more suffering, but Achilles liked to devour humans, and that was why he would always be above others.

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Steven couldn’t comprehend the true objectives of Achilles, nor why Glu would be an obstacle in Achilles’ path.

The gap in their status was immense; one was the heir to one of the top powerful capital groups that could influence human destiny, while the other was merely a chief of police in a certain city in America.

Yes, Achilles didn’t hold an office in the government, but he bore the Caramakris name, controlling one of the world’s largest capital behemoths, being a shareholder of this empire.

What about Glu?

If America were seen as a company, Achilles would be one of its shareholders, while Glu would be akin to the security team leader (chief of police) for a branch (Saint Rodu) of one of the company’s branches (California).

The more Steven thought about it, the stranger it seemed.

Once he got into the car back to Missouri, he took out his phone and began searching for all information relating to Glu.

“Chief Glu and the officers play volleyball on the beach in the cold wind, showcasing their impressive muscles in Saint Rodu,”

Trash news, PASS!

“The Saint Rodu Police Beach Club and the Dracula Group reach a cooperation agreement; the Dracula Group will provide the best insurance for the officers who made significant contributions to Saint Rodu’s public safety,”

Trash news, PASS!

Wait, the Dracula Group, wasn’t it someone from the Dracula Family who was kidnapped in the Red Street kidnapping case?

Steven noted down one potentially useful piece of information and continued his search.

“Chief Glu, a man who rushes to the forefront of danger,”

Trash news, PASS!

“Governor Niu Sen attends a memorial service held by the Saint Rodu Police Beach Club for the officer who died in the Red Street kidnapping case,”