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Chapter 659 - 659 114 Psychotherapist Goddoctor Gru Soloist Wolf_3
659: Chapter 114: Psychotherapist Goddoctor Gru, Soloist Wolf_3 659: Chapter 114: Psychotherapist Goddoctor Gru, Soloist Wolf_3 This dig really hit the mark, Chief Glu’s mockery was off the charts, and his subordinates were all eagerly kissing ass.
“Forbes’ people are getting dumber by the minute.”
“Hahahahaha, blowing smoke out of their asses while taking a dump.”
“At least make it look convincing if you’re going to pretend!”
Having been with Forbes for decades, Steven had never suffered such humiliation, not even Achilles showed him any respect.
“Glu, I’m a senior official of the California Forbes office, do you dare to touch me?
You’re just a local cop, LAPD isn’t your one-man show, what are you playing at!”
The hysterical Steven was really boring to Glu; after all, it was Achilles who set this up today—why would he worry about the insignificant Forbes?
You count for nothing!
“Slap!”
Glu didn’t speak; one of his men started the ‘big memory recovery technique’ on Steven before slapping on the silver bracelets.
“This is police brutality, Glu…”
“Slap!”
The officer who handcuffed him dealt himself a slap, particularly hard, then looked up at Steven with a sneer.
“Steven, you think Forbes is so powerful?
Who gave you the guts to assault a police officer?”
Damn!
Steven’s heart was really numb.
C’mon, man, you guys play this dirty?
“The bodycam is watching, you…”
“Sorry, our precinct’s budget isn’t enough, bodycams are broken with no money to fix them!”
Shit, shit, shit!
Steven was stunned, is the West Coast this wild?
“Glu, you better know what you’re doing!”
He didn’t give up, Steven kept pushing back!
“You better think about what you’ve done too.
I’ve already started to take control of your men, Steven.
You think Forbes is so tough?
Hahaha, just wait and see if Saint Rodu’s weather is something you can stir up.
Let me think, directing and planning major cases on your own, kicking the ball in front of the ABC case, you were so eager to compete with me for law enforcement power, could it be that was also directed by you?
My God, LAPD was duped by you, so the killers who died were people pushed out by Forbes, Steven, how do you like this script?”
Chief Glu was talking nonsense, but he wasn’t speaking for Steven to hear; this man would eventually land safely.
He was demonstrating his strength to Achilles.
CEO Cheng: Respects times two!
—————–
Achilles was unaware of an ant overestimating its own strength, signing its death warrant.
Glu thought Achilles was a powerful and ambitious second-generation American, similar to Temir and Geweil—perhaps just a bit smarter.
But what Achilles aimed to do was something beyond Chief Glu’s wildest dreams; Glu was out of his depth by about three floors.
As Glu was apprehending Steven in the hospital, an unexpected incident was unfolding on Capitol Hill that many had not anticipated.
Today was supposed to be a routine inquiry for the Great Commander, the man who liked to build walls.
This matter impacted the big plans of the Democratic Party, so they kept obstructing it.
In America’s elections, so-called new immigrants often lean more towards the Democratic Party, a left-leaning party with policies that are favorable to immigrants.
That’s why CEO Cheng was certain that Niu Sen valued the business of identity, introducing every beneficial factor into America as potential Democratic voters.
Back to the wall, blocking it would reduce the number of illegal immigrants, which the Democratic Party disliked, even if they had approved a certain budget, they still wanted to annoy that man every now and then.
So there was today’s inquiry.
(The Senate has the power to supervise, and it is responsible for inquiries and impeachments)
Once the elder from Kentucky finished asking, the man took a sip of water and looked towards the last elder of today, Wood Caramacris.
(Elder=Senator)
Wood, in his fifties this year, belonged to the younger, vigorous members of the elders—at least, a fifty-year-old senator is considered young and vigorous.
The Senate in America does not have term limits, so many senators serve multiple terms without being contested, with the average age consistently over sixty, plenty in their eighties.
This reflected the stagnant waters of America’s power hierarchy, as senators were not elected by the public but nominated by state interest groups.
If the interest groups remained unchanged, the senators’ positions were stable.
As a young and vigorous elite within the establishment, Wood often undertook a somewhat abstract duty in Senate meetings—grilling that man.
After all, the Republican Party is a large group with complex interests.
There are quite a few hands in the House of Representatives, but not a single true Republican in the Senate, all old silver coins.
Therefore, although today’s inquiry was initiated by the Democratic Party, Wood still took part.
When Wood was about to ask questions, many Democratic senators started to leave discreetly, some even began pondering what to have for dinner.
However, Wood’s first statement made everyone in Bengbu pause.
“Mr.
Great Commander, I’d like to ask, you say building a wall can reduce crime rates, um, does this implicate discrimination against illegal immigrants?”
It was as if a dog spat out ivory, or had sticks of leek stuck in its nose—every senator listening to Wood’s question was flabbergasted.
Asking like that, have you secretly switched sides?
“Of course not, an illegal immigrant has a hard time getting steady employment, therefore…
so…
for example, last year in California there was a major terrorist attack, most of the people at the crime scene were illegal immigrants.”
The senator from California could no longer bear the Great Commander’s nonsense; yes, he still thought it was just ordinary nonsense.
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