My American magical life
Chapter 650 - 650 112 Rainy Night Car Gun_2

650: Chapter 112 Rainy Night, Car, Gun_2 650: Chapter 112 Rainy Night, Car, Gun_2 He came to clip Temir’s wings, that’s why he came after me, after us.

I killed one of his men first to show my strength, then explained to him that we no longer have any ties with Temir.

“He wouldn’t dare touch us then.

At that point, we could deter those itching to make a move, yet be unrestrained by anyone else— I dared to kill Forbes, who else would dare mess with me?”

Chief Glu’s strategy was precise; in this labyrinth of deceptions, he was one of those with the most intel, so he was very confident.

Plucking chestnuts from the fire is dangerous, but worthwhile to attempt.

“Steven’s downfall could send Forbes into a frenzy in California, what do we do then?”

Chief Glu flicked his joint’s ashes, his bravado unrestrained.

“Ha, I’ve got hundreds of guns under my command, I’m still the LAPD chief, who would dare come at me?

Plus, California isn’t run by Forbes, it’s run by Niu Sen and the Democratic Party’s California Clique, and now I’m their man, they won’t abandon me.”

The last bit of doubt in Jax’s mind dissipated, and he spoke with a hint of melancholy.

“It’s raining hard tonight, I wonder if things will go smoothly.”

“Hahaha, even the Heavens are helping us!”

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Looking through the car window at the downpour outside, Steven also felt that even the Heavens were on his side as he gave orders through the walkie-talkie to his men in the Audi behind him.

“Yes, start shooting as soon as the car stops.

We’ll take control and blow the tyres, then you just open fire directly.”

This time, he just wanted to quickly escape California’s vortex; as for the future, he didn’t care.

What would Achilles do after his dogs get bitten to death?

Steven: I don’t care, I’ve already shot myself in the foot, do what you will, you can’t expect me to be loyal from the ICU, can you?

“Boss, are you sure there’s no issue with this Audi?”

The men in the back car, poised to play the assassins, confirmed the thoroughness of the plan once more, and Steven responded vexedly.

“Of course, this is a stolen car I procured specifically.

Once you drive it into the sea and quietly slip away, salvage operations will take days, there won’t be any issues.

Don’t worry, we have no rookies here, all seasoned veterans like Forbes, a small job like this won’t go awry.”

Upon hearing Steven’s assurance, Forbes’s agents felt the tension in their hearts loosen slightly.

They weren’t professional dirty cops; this kind of thing was almost too much for them mentally.

What about the real tough dirty cops, though?

What were they like?

“All right, let’s confirm the secret position one more time.

We’ve set up automatic caltrops by the bridge that will accurately blow the target’s tyres.

With just over a hundred meters’ distance, if you need a second shot, I’ll laugh at you for a full year.”

Meanwhile, Glu’s sniper team was also making final preparations; they were all veteran dirty cops with strong psychological resilience.

Saint Rodu is LAPD territory, LAPD is Chief Glu’s territory, when you do the math, Saint Rodu belongs to Chief Glu.

No issue there, right?

So to the sniper team, this operation was just routine, akin to cleaning their yard.

“Fak, it’s normal to fire a few extra shots in such heavy rain, what do you know?

We need to prioritize completing the job; has the backup shooter been positioned yet?”

The snipers, chewing gum, reminded each other in low voices.

They were underlings of the dirty cop Glu, but they were also brothers to each other.

After years together, they were like family, so they were dedicated.

In this regard, Glu’s guys were much more reliable than Achilles’ men.

“Relax, the car is in sight!

Five minutes to the bridge, everybody get ready.

Once we finish this job, we won’t have to be cautious anymore.”

In the sniper team’s channel, yet another voice piped up with a complaint.

“Eight of us ambushing?

There can’t be any issues, I bet we could take down a whole platoon.”

“Quiet!”

The rain grew heavier, and the bridge where Steven’s sniper team were about to make their move drew closer.

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Some things can be slow, but some must be done quickly.

Slow like the LCE cryptocurrency exchange platform, which had been a long time in the making but hadn’t really taken off yet.

Chen Zihao was still training his team in the essentials.

Only by mastering the basics could they ride the east wind to success.

On the other hand, CEO Cheng, aware that Chen Zihao was making moves behind his back, didn’t intend to deal with him just yet, he even let Eris keep fishing.

There are priorities in everything; CEO Cheng had no choice but had to act quickly on some matters.

Naming Wolf as the patricide was critical to CEO Cheng’s success or failure in the big strategic picture with Temir, as well as for Mr.

Wolf’s own safety and standing.

Both parties wanted a speedy resolution.

Joel, you’ve harmed so many people, created so much evil, it’s about time you peacefully accepted your fate.

CEO Cheng sat in his office, looking at the clock on the computer screen.

It was 10:30 PM in America; Old Joel had been asleep for two hours already.

How was Eris doing on his end?

He didn’t know, but CEO Cheng believed that Eris would make the wisest decision.

Eris knew to find CEO Cheng first if he got sold out, which CEO Cheng admired greatly: Eli was truly clear-headed.

Thus, once his opinion aligned with Wolf’s, Cheng Daqi wasn’t too worried about the West Coast dream-chasing boy acting foolish.

This guy started off on a higher note than Glu, but chose to hang around the streets; after all these years, Eris, caught between the world of crime and law, had been through a lot.

In the judgment of Cheng Daqi and Wolf, his potential was immense; CEO Cheng personally felt that Eris’s potential was even higher than Glu’s.