My American magical life
Chapter 734 - 734 16 The Jianghu is Perilous Who Does Not Regret_3

734: Chapter 16: The Jianghu is Perilous, Who Does Not Regret?_3 734: Chapter 16: The Jianghu is Perilous, Who Does Not Regret?_3 “Don’t speak, if you want to refuse, just don’t do it in the future, give me a little hope.”

“This isn’t a demand or a request, consider it a wish.”

The fat chef began to regret eating that meal.

He rubbed his belly, his face as bitter as if he’d been cuckolded.

Eris sat on the bed, he noticed Domo’s awkwardly twisting toes.

“Hahaha, Domo, hahaha, forget it, pretend I didn’t say anything.”

The West Coast agent laughed so hard that tears almost came out.

What’s wrong with me?

This ridiculous expectation, pathetic behavior, huh.

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The closed room was brightly lit by the ceiling light, as bright as day inside.

A person with a burlap sack over their head sat in a chair, placed in the center of the room.

This person was still alive, struggling, but the ropes wound around and around had him tied tight.

The absent-minded Niu Sen was brought in by others, Chief Glu, exhausted, sat to one side, his subordinates helping him control the situation in the room.

“Third take, Mr.

Governor, no more tricks now, stalling is useless.”

Niu Sen was pressed down to sit under the light, his facial muscles twitching, but he dared not speak again.

He could settle scores with Glu afterwards, but he needed an afterwards to begin with.

The efforts of several generations had brought him to this position, why should he be capricious?

“I never liked him, all those so-called pro-LGBT statements and policies are just tools we use to fool idiots, but he actually believed them, hahaha.”

Niu Sen performed in front of the camera, all the while speaking as if his statements, which could destroy America’s Democratic Party, were perfectly justified.

The best actors become politicians, while second-rate ones go to the entertainment industry.

Having been ‘educated’ twice already, this top performer needed no third ‘lesson.’

“Cut!”

Glu’s interruption made Niu Sen shiver; he had intended to play Glu at his own game, but after going back and forth, he no longer had the strength to do so.

They were demons, but Glu was an entity even more terrifying than a demon.

In the eyes of this beast, Glu, these demons deserved to be purged.

This beast committed the most lowly acts, but damn it, believed he represented justice.

“Don’t be nervous, the light is too bright, turn it off, leave only the one farthest away.”

That phone call had put a lot of pressure on Glu, as he’d made no small mistake, and although he could shift the blame to Cheng Daqi for not telling the truth, Chief Glu understood that after this collaboration, he and Cheng Daqi were inseparable.

No matter how fiercely a couple fights, they still reconcile at the foot of the bed; he needed to craft Niu Sen meticulously, making no mistakes in the details.

As a top dirty cop, Chief Glu was very clear about what he wanted.

Under Chief Glu’s direction, the closed room dimmed completely, Niu Sen’s tired and despondent expression hidden by the dark environment.

“Continue.”

Chief Glu, smoking a cigarette, watched Niu Sen continue to speak passionately in front of the camera, criticizing the Democratic Party’s policies, berating the Getty family’s transgender member.

“Have a cigarette, Mr.

Governor, don’t be nervous, welcome to the Freemasons.”

Off camera, a police officer, wearing unidentifiable clothes, handed Niu Sen a cigarette.

Wisps of smoke rose in front of Mr.

Governor, an effect that couldn’t be replicated with special effects, looking at the compliant Niu Sen, Chief Glu nodded in satisfaction.

“That’s about enough, begin.”

Soon, the officer off camera continued to give orders.

Niu Sen had faltered at this step last time and ended up ‘educated’ quite thoroughly by Chief Glu.

Now, his performance was perfect.

He took out the most common Glock from his pocket, his hands trembling as he lifted the sack off the person, revealing a frightful demeanor and twisted movements that fully demonstrated the ‘reality’ of the video.

‘Lavore, I’m sorry.’

Niu Sen silently apologized in his heart, fooling himself, and then pointed the gun at the head of the sacrifice.

“Click!”

The gun was empty!

Niu Sen looked at Chief Glu in surprise, Chief Glu was smiling at him.

“Mr.

Niu Sen, we were just joking with you, the Freemasons aren’t so scary, you don’t have to sacrifice your own family, find someone else later.”

In the closed room, the whispers of demons hung lightly in the air, abruptly, Niu Sen shuddered.