My American magical life
Chapter 653 - 653 112 Rainy Night Car Gun_5

653: Chapter 112 Rainy Night, Car, Gun_5 653: Chapter 112 Rainy Night, Car, Gun_5 “Mentally disturbed?

Which one…”

Gru was anxiously making calls to arrange LAPD backup while gesturing for Jax to get moving.

“Chan!

Protect him, hey, the address I sent you, now let all nearby officers go there, yes, all of them, the case?

No cases are more important than he is, move it!”

“Boss, it’s not one of our guys, Achilles?”

“It doesn’t matter who did it; best if he’s dead.

If not, things will get complicated.

Go now!”

“What about Steven?”

“Retreat!

Chan is the one lurking in the background; with him being attacked this time, too much is out of our control; it’s a big problem.”

“Ding, ding, ding!”

Gru looked at his seldom-used phone that started ringing; staring at the screen, cold sweat ran down his face.

If everything had gone smoothly, there’d be no contact; trouble again!

“Boss, Steven has been attacked, not by us!

His car got a flat tire on the way, the attacker caught up from behind and shot at him, then drove the car into the sea.

Something’s not right!”

Listening to the voice on the phone, Jax went pale.

Unforeseen events were popping up one after another; each abnormal, all surprises.

Gru was silent for several seconds, looked at Jax, and forced a slight smile to signal his brother to relax.

“Retreat!

You leave on a boat tonight; hide out in Mexico to rest.

Contact me on a single line afterward; if I don’t reach out to you, don’t make a move!”

After hanging up the phone, Jax asked.

“How’s Chan?

You check first; with so many LAPD patrol officers, I’m not in a rush to go.”

Gru nodded but received no response to several messages he sent.

After a while, Jax’s head was covered in sweat, while Gru seemed to relax a bit.

“This time it’s a bit out of control.

It’s easy to lose control when the situation escalates.

Ha ha ha, another lesson learned.

I’m starting to suspect this attack on him was self-staged.”

Jax was intelligent; he thought of many possibilities but didn’t believe their boss actually hoped for such an outcome.

“No way; he rarely engages in pointless acts.”

Facing an overnight chaotic situation, Gru said with a fierce expression.

“Steven was attacked, Chan was attacked; the former looks like our doing, the latter as well.

Jax, it’s possible someone wants us dead.

You go to Mexico now too!”

Jax shook his head.

“Mexico isn’t the best choice; I’m going to Missouri.”

Gazing at his brother of twenty years, Gru spoke with some regret.

“I should have listened to you; that madman likes to gamble and always wins.

His influence made me want to bet too, but we didn’t need to gamble.

I’m going to see Achilles, have a good talk.”

Jax shook his head, feeling the problem wasn’t about Achilles.

“No, he’s not from California; boss, you should see Niu Sen.”

Gru thought for a moment and realized Jax was right.

“You leave now, go to Mexico; it’s not that dangerous this time.”

“Alright, boss.

We’ll make it through, won’t we?”

“Yes, LAPD is mine, nobody can take that away; all of Saint Rodu is under my control, no one dares touch me!”

—————–

Eris stood in front of Wolf’s desk, respectfully bowing.

“It’s taken care of; the old KGB formula scared the hell out of those support girls.

You could even sue Nuohe.”

Old Joel, spry in spirit but with an aging body, had been left half-dead from the special little pill Eris strategically introduced.

Given Old Joel’s age, even America’s doctors would have to put forth their best effort to save him from this stroke.

This was CEO Cheng and Wolf’s true plan; to give Old Joel a fitting stroke.

Then, slowly recover, and once Wolf’s power was stabilized, let Old Joel die of a medical accident.

“You’ve worked hard, Eris.

I’m going to the hospital to see my father now…

you go back to work normally tomorrow.

We are friends, and I hope you understand that.”

Wolf knew of Eris’s special relationship with Cheng Daqi.

The audacity of West Coast Dream Chaser shocked him, but he still wanted to pretend to be considerate.

It’s hard to keep going, being forced to collaborate with compelling people like Cheng Daqi.

Wolf saw a bleak future ahead.

He had already decided to jump ship at the right time, so he was willing to tolerate Eris and Cort for a while.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take my leave then.”

The West Coast representative bowed his head, showing respect, then turned to leave.

As he walked out the door of Wolf’s apartment, he finally dared to lift his head and breathe a sigh of relief.

The price of this voyage was high; he had no way back, but it felt worth it.

The old Dracula had terrified him; he was now involved in the power struggles of America’s top families, but Eris was unrepentant.

In Eris’s view, fools like Gru would never understand that the world’s order was controlled by a few.

(The characters’ thoughts do not represent the author’s thoughts, nor do they represent the perspective as objective or correct.)

“BOSS, where to?”

“To the parking lot.”

CEO Cheng, with his phone off, of course, couldn’t reply to Eris’s message.

The West Coast representative simply thought that CEO Cheng was being routinely cautious.

As planned, he prepared to meet CEO Cheng at OC’s parking lot.

“Boss, PALD seems to have gone mad today, ha ha ha.

Look, that patrol car crashed into a private vehicle, bad luck.”

Eris, watching the sirens blaring on the police vehicles outside, scoffed disdainfully.

“Police, huh, what are the police?”

The double tough dog attacks with full force!

From this point on, Eris feared nothing!