My American magical life
Chapter 630 - 630 107 Against the Wind

630: Chapter 107: Against the Wind?

You All Forced My Hand!

_2 630: Chapter 107: Against the Wind?

You All Forced My Hand!

_2 “Although I’m a federal agent, you’re also an American citizen, and we’re equals.

You’ve earned so many dollars,” if for some reason you end up going in, you won’t be able to spend that money.

First, I’m aware you have a problem, that’s why I’m here, to discuss some terms with you.

Second, I’m Forbes, but I still respect you—however, you need to understand that I know you’ve got people backing you, but I came anyway.

Third, collaborating with those people can make you money, but making this money is useless if you don’t work with us!

“Steven, right?

I don’t know you.

If I have any issues, you can arrest me or sue me.

You’re a smart man, so you should know what that means.

I have money, I will hire the best lawyers to fight my case.

Moreover, I believe in America’s justice, especially in California, where justice will surely protect me!”

“Justice in California will surely protect me.”

Eris wasn’t very articulate, but he was insanely arrogant with that remark.

Steven fell silent, grappling with the decision to arrest Eris right then and interrogate him quietly in a safe house.

It’s tough, these capitalists’ dogs, interest groups’ dogs aren’t easy to mess with; he’s a Wolf Dracula man, messing with him could lead to big problems—problems big enough to crush oneself.

Pepe and his fellow agents might struggle with the concept of justice, but Steven only calculated interests.

He wanted to be Achilles’s dog, but a dog can’t bite recklessly, a biting dog would be killed.

Eris was clearly not a target to take down easily, any reckless move could mean losing all one’s teeth—a toothless dog is doomed to die.

Since coming to California, one problem followed another, and Steven deeply realized the entangled web of interests here.

He received limited support from Achilles himself; Achilles only wanted him to get rid of Gru.

But Gru was such a thorny individual, truly too much trouble; just the thought of Eris charging for Gru was enough to worry Steven, with what could he possibly take down Gru?

Within the rules, Steven was hamstrung, outside the rules, Steven trembled with fear.

In California, he was playing against the wind.

“Mr.

Eris, I was presumptuous today, sorry, please feel free to go.”

In the startled gaze of his subordinates, Steven acted like a kind middle-class man, smilingly indicating that Eris could leave.

“Hmph!”

Eris didn’t say much, he seemed calm on the surface, but inside he was already panicking like hell.

Swept up by Jax’s cunning into the internal strife of America’s top financial dynasties, the first to trouble him was a man from the California Federal Bureau of Investigation, this frightened him severely, he couldn’t see clearly, dared not ask questions, he could only bear the pressure and resist for now.

Eris (Blood Fury version): Jax, Gru, Chan, damn you all!!!

“Boss, you’re just letting him go?

We’ve…”

As Eris left, Steven’s subordinates grew anxious; to fish out the big catch that was Eris, they had been forced to do many risky things.

Steven’s decision to let Eris go without a fight gave them reason to demand an explanation.

Yes, you’re our boss, yes, you promote us and give us bonuses, but does this kind of action not disregard our hard work?

This was the difficulty of decision-making, even a boss like Steven had to admit wrong to his subordinates.

“Let’s eat first, sit down for a meal, gentlemen, we’ve known each other for over a decade, haven’t we?”

Steven played the emotion card first, a tactic that left his angry subordinates with no outlet for their frustration.

“Yes, boss.”

“A full twelve years.”

“….”

“I made a wrong decision recently, gentlemen, I might die.”

Steven sipped his wine with a touch of melancholy; he was smart, from the moment Gru claimed the investigative rights to discovering Eris, none of his operations in California had gone well.

It seemed there were networks upon networks hidden here, too complex for even Achilles to imagine.

And Achilles’s support was very limited; after all, the man wasn’t on the front lines and he also didn’t want to escalate matters.

Now, Steven felt the flames could reach him, and he was afraid.

Gru, a man Achilles himself had plotted against, how could he surrender easily?

“Boss, are you serious?

We’re Forbes, for God’s sake!”

Looking at his clueless subordinates, Steven shook his head with a wry smile.

“What does Forbes matter, America isn’t ruled by Forbes; alas, it’s my greed, my death doesn’t matter much, but I fear I’ve also dragged you all down.”

Achilles could play a favorable game wherever he went, but that didn’t mean his dogs could.

Steven saw the dangerous situation; of course, he could ask Achilles for support.

But…

then what?

Go after Gru and Eris again?

Continue to help Achilles clip Temir’s wings?

Please, Steven was greedy, but not that greedy!

Achilles’s support came with the expectation of obedience, and that would only drag him deeper under his command!

“Gentlemen, I hope you’ll do me a favor, get us out of this dangerous game.”

Steven drank his last sip of wine, resolved to leave.

No matter who was in charge of the Caramakris family in the future, he would have a pension to claim; why should he meddle unnecessarily?

Hadn’t he witnessed the horrific death of Hutter’s men?

Seeing the resolute Steven, his subordinates grew fearful, and after a long silence, the youngest agent spoke up.

“What is it, boss, you tell us, we’ll do our best to help you.”