My American magical life
Chapter 649 - 649 112 Rainy Night Car Gun

649: Chapter 112 Rainy Night, Car, Gun 649: Chapter 112 Rainy Night, Car, Gun The ancestors of the Angsa people were pirates who only became wealthy a few centuries ago, and their path dependence is etched into their culture.

The underlying logic of modern Western political science has a rather preposterous assumption—there are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests.

This logic is very deceptive, the logic of profit is the logic of capital, and once everything is oriented toward interest, then the capitalists who hold the capital can perpetuate their rule forever.

This logic was initially used to hoodwink people, but gradually, many of the people who started out using this logic to deceive others came to believe in it themselves.

Niu Sen selling Mi’er, Chief Glu selling Eris, Wolf selling his own father, each of these incidents is more preposterous than the last, but the underlying logic is indeed just this.

Everyone thinks they are the hero, that they won’t lose, and pat their foreheads believing themselves to be the smartest.

Was it Cheng Daqi who forced Wolf to kill his own father?

It seems so, but even if CEO Cheng hadn’t gotten involved with Wolf, Wolf would have taken matters into his own hands sooner or later.

Here we have another logic etched into human nature, that everyone below oneself is an ant, while those above are all equals.

Wolf hoped he could be a little more equal, after all, he had too many brothers, which made him feel insecure, so that’s why he teamed up with Cheng Daqi and Temir.

The matter of Niu Sen selling Mi’er is even more complicated, in short, it’s about Niu Sen seeing an opportunity to get someone else to do the dirty work while cashing in his chips, so he chose to make peace with Achilles.

But is Achilles the kind of person who can easily be dealt with?

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Achilles’ modified Boeing private jet landed at the Washington D.C.

airport, and his motorcade headed straight for his mansion near Lake Washington.

He had a few key people to meet, the first one being Jared Kushner, the Great Commander’s son-in-law.

“Jared, it’s been a while, have you been busy lately?”

Achilles’ sudden visit disrupted Kushner’s schedule, and he had even flown back from Europe especially.

“Busy, but I figured you wouldn’t be looking for me over something trivial, so no matter how busy, I’d come to meet you, Mr.

Achilles.”

The young Kushner was very polite, Caramacris was far more powerful than his family, almost like the difference between a county scion and a patrician family, Achilles was destined to be one of those at the center of the world, while he was more like a runner.

“Hahaha, too kind, you can call me Kakas, we are friends, aren’t we?”

Achilles’ unexpected kindness was difficult to accept, Kushner replied with an uncomfortable smile, knowing his purpose.

“Uh, Ivanka has a charity gala tomorrow, would you be interested in coming to take a look?

My father will also be there.”

A flicker of incomprehensible contemplation passed through Achilles’ eyes, and he asked.

“He should know, this time I’m only representing myself, there’s no other implication.”

Kushner was somewhat disappointed, he had thought the Republican Party could unite the establishment and MAGA factions under his intermediary contact, but now he realized he had thought too much.

“Of course, of course, you are an outstanding business elite, and my father is also very eager to befriend you.”

Achilles understood that his attitude had been rather harsh, so, he decided to throw in a little charm.

“Well, I’ve collected a bottle of good wine, let’s have a couple of drinks, Jared, you know, I’ve always wanted to have more of a chat with you.”

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In Saint Rodu, Steven, the director of the Forbes Saint Rodu office, was driving a black Ford along the coastal highway, followed by a gray Audi.

He had just taken his team to investigate the old home of a suspect in the ABC front-yard soccer case and was now heading back to Saint Rodu.

In a place unknown to them, a group of hunters had been waiting for them for a long time.

During the Red Street kidnapping case, Chief Glu had arranged for snipers as a backup on the perimeter to ensure he got the biggest credit.

At that time, with a lazy stretch from him, the sniper would fire from the shadows, causing Niu Sen to panic and flee on all fours.

Most outrageous of all, at the time Chief Glu had feigned a ‘loyal dog protecting his master’ act and fooled Niu Sen for many days—there’s no need to explain what happened later.

From Chief Glu’s arrangements during the Red Street kidnapping case, it’s clear that he always had a powerful force at his disposal.

Indeed, his gang wasn’t small, and everyone was armed, plus he had operated with such deep commitment and generosity for so long, it was only right that he had some power.

So today, Chief Glu once again summoned his sniper team.

Their target—the Forbes motorcade.

Chief Glu wanted to let Achilles know that in Saint Rodu, the local snake can’t be overpowered by the mighty dragon.

If you dare to make a move, your teeth will be shattered!

Eris had killed several of Forbes’ deputy director Hutter’s people, pushing California Forbes and LAPD to the brink of an arms clash, but Chief Glu wasn’t backing down, he wanted to kill a few more to spruce things up for Achilles!

“Boss, the people over there are ready, but I’m still worried that this might…”

At the Glu residence, Jax looked at his big brother, puffing smoke, and said with much anxiety.

“Worried?

Heh, what’s there to worry about, we’ve gotten to the point where we can’t even hide if we wanted to.

There’s a saying, you have to eat as much as your mouth is big.

You think my falling out with Chan was wrong, that’s because you haven’t thought it through, haven’t thought about how we should move forward.”

Chief Glu spoke with confidence, feeling he had left no stone unturned.

“Till today, Temir is no longer of any use to us, neither is Caramacris, and not even Niu Sen, from now on we can only rely on ourselves, and Achilles’ extended hand is the best target to demonstrate our power.