My American magical life
Chapter 719 - 719 11 Momentum like Thunder the Ferocious Beast is Unleashed!_3

719: Chapter 11: Momentum like Thunder, the Ferocious Beast is Unleashed!_3 719: Chapter 11: Momentum like Thunder, the Ferocious Beast is Unleashed!_3 Don’t even mention one side, even if America got its act together, it couldn’t solve the problem gracefully—let alone America can’t unite, the federal government has been TM shut down for a month already!

Killing Wigginster was to smack Niu Sen in the face, the California Clique’s face, the reason doesn’t matter, LAPD can fabricate one on the spot.

Capturing Eris, Domo and other bigwigs of the California Elephant Party was to slap the Great Commander and Achilles in the face, the Great Commander now already wants to step down, slapping him now would only make him more scared.

Glu may seem desperate, but this is the perspective of people at Niu Sen’s and Achilles’s level.

But what will actually happen?

Niu Sen, the California Clique, dissatisfied with the Elephant Party’s pressure and threats, chooses to use Chief Glu as the blade to strike the California Elephant Party first!

The Great Commander wants to de-escalate, right?

I, Cheng Daqi, and Chief Glu, on behalf of the California Clique and the Democratic Party, have refused!

Cheng Daqi isn’t aware that Achilles also wants to step down, but his move indeed disrupted everyone’s expectations.

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The first to bear the brunt is Niu Sen!

When one after another California Elephant Party bigwig’s lackey was stuffed into the LAPD headquarters, the poor Governor almost traveled from San Francisco to Saint Rodu at the speed of light, and he didn’t even know that his close colleague on a business trip in Saint Rodu, Wigginster, had already been killed.

No sooner had the Great Commander left Saint Rodu than the Governor arrived.

All one can say is that the LAPD is truly exceptional, everyone loves this place.

The unlucky ones captured by Glu: Fuck!

“Glu, have you lost your mind?

What the hell are you doing?”

The convoy, the bodyguards, the helicopters, Niu Sen’s pomp is just too much.

But in that entourage, there are Glu’s men, and the helicopters are also piloted by Glu’s men.

Over the phone, Niu Sen’s tone is too hard, but in reality, he’s at gunpoint by Glu.

With LAPD patrol cars pinching from front and back and a chopper keeping watch overhead.

Governor?

Here in Saint Rodu, you’ll kneel before me.!

“Haven’t done anything, I’ve been working overtime at LAPD headquarters, been busy with a lot of cases lately.

I’m very busy.”

Chief Glu sits back relaxedly in his office, resting his feet on the desk, he could not be less busy.

With so many subordinates, they aren’t just for show; whatever he wants to do, he just has to give the order.

They don’t say much over the phone because that thing is 100% under surveillance.

“We need to meet, Glu, we need to have a proper talk.”

Niu Sen’s grip on his phone had gone white; furious enough to explode, yet he had to endure.

Amidst the chaos, no one expected the first to completely turn on everyone would be the least important Glu.

And once he turned, he caught everyone off guard.

“Hmm, the Governor is most welcome to come and direct our work at the LAPD headquarters.

Very welcome indeed.”

Chief Glu answers with a smile.

Going out is out of the question—the LAPD headquarters has thick steel bars and walls, and the captured criminals are also very important.

Red Street kidnapping was his plan; when it comes to kidnapping, Chief Glu is a professional.

Of course, now it’s not considered kidnapping, after all, LAPD is America’s official law enforcement.

At most, at most, there’s been a minor procedural error.

But this is nothing big, Chief Glu commands fifteen thousand men—what’s wrong with a little caprice of power?

Any objections?

“Come to my place, I have a house in Saint Rodu, let’s meet there.”

Oh, so the Governor has objections.

Chief Glu puts down the phone, turns off the microphone, picks up the walkie-talkie, and says.

“He’s not too keen to come, let’s show him a bit of our enthusiasm.”

On the highway from the airport to the city, Niu Sen sits in the car, listening to the silence on the other end of the phone, feeling uneasy.

Yes, Niu Sen is made to feel uneasy.

Glu, that bastard, is his man!

Just the other day, he was at Glu’s house for a family dinner!

CEO Cheng’s move has put Niu Sen on the grill.

“Bang!”

The car suddenly shook, and Niu Sen was startled into lying down on the back seat floor.

“Fuck, the police car behind us is ramming us!”

The driver is already sweating bullets, just a regular employee of the California government, temporarily assigned to pick up the Governor.

But what the hell is this?

He doesn’t understand, but he’s deeply shocked!

“Governor, will you come now?”

“Not talking?”

“Ten!”

“Nine!”

“Eight!”

Chief Glu counts down savoringly, feeling as happy as he has never been before in his life.

So thrilling!

So damn thrilling!

“I’ll go!”

CEO Cheng’s first strike, success!

Niu Sen can’t hesitate any longer; he reassures himself that as long as Glu still wants to talk, there’s a chance to resolve this gracefully.

If not gracefully, then things would really turn ugly, and Niu Sen can’t afford that cost.

“My, my, the coffee’s almost ready, pleased to have you come for a cup.

Instant coffee, you know, us country bumpkins only like instant; after all, we’re used to working overtime.

You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

Chief Glu is really trying hard to control his expression; he wants to laugh, but he thinks it’s not appropriate at this moment, so he’s suffering.

“Not at all, why would I mind?

We’re relatives, aren’t we?”

Niu Sen wants to curse, but as a politician, he still gently responds to Glu’s provocation.

He’s an idiot, a lunatic, a bastard, a traitor; I shouldn’t be angry with such a thing; it’s not worth it!

“Yes indeed, you could also bring Wigginster along; hasn’t he been in Saint Rodu lately?

Governor, if I remember correctly, he’s quite an interesting man.”

Niu Sen doesn’t understand why Glu would mention Wigginster; he frowns, conceding.

“Fine, I’ll take him along!”