My American magical life
Chapter 735 - 735 17 Ground connection redefined as three to five floors 'Sweet Dates' re-envisioned by Mi'er

735: Chapter 17: Ground connection redefined as three to five floors, ‘Sweet Dates’ re-envisioned by Mi’er 735: Chapter 17: Ground connection redefined as three to five floors, ‘Sweet Dates’ re-envisioned by Mi’er How should one go about accomplishing something?

Thanks to the spread of information, there are many different experiences and ideas theoretically and practically on how to get things done, but when contradictions escalate to a certain degree, these so-called paths and methods become ineffective.

Take an extreme example: when the enemy is slaughtering in the capital, even if Bald Strong wants to negotiate a safe haven, he can’t achieve it.

The space for choices changes with the evolving situation; when Niu Sen begins stirring up trouble in California, it becomes difficult for Old Crusoe to save his son.

He knew that he couldn’t turn to Niu Sen now.

The esteemed Governor was no ordinary man, extraordinary in spirit, always showed him respect, but this didn’t mean he would be given respect at this time.

So, Old Crusoe made a call to Chief Glu right away.

In the current situation, even the King of Hell would find it difficult, and little devils are easier to deal with.

Then, on the phone, he genuinely ran into a brick wall.

Old Crusoe couldn’t understand why his old friend Glu was acting so strangely now.

Yes, you’re Niu Sen’s good dog, and you want to show loyalty to your master—I fully understand, but didn’t my son respectfully call you ‘uncle’?

How could you be so ruthless?

Detaining so many people as threats, one less Domo won’t affect the overall situation.

Is it necessary?

This cunning Lao Deng could never have imagined that he wasn’t dealing with Niu Sen at all, but with CEO Cheng Daqi.

CEO Cheng planned, Glu acted, Niu Sen took the fall, the California Elephant Party bled and wept, and still had to deal with the mole Wolf and Cheng Daqi’s sneaky maneuvers.

How to put it—in CEO Cheng’s design, the veteran capitalist Mr.

Crusoe was sold out and still unwittingly helped Cheng Daqi and Wolf counted the money.

When he stepped into the LAPD headquarters, Old Crusoe’s heart was tense.

A piled-up sandbag isn’t much, but why are there four police armored vehicles parked outside the LAPD headquarters?

“Ah, Mr.

Crusoe, we are conducting a safety drill.

You know, there has recently been a horrifying murder case in Saint Rodu, and Mr.

Niu Sen’s assistant Wigginster has been killed.”

Jax, leading the way, noticed Crusoe’s expression and thoughtfully explained.

Old Crusoe nodded thoughtfully.

Wigginster, also Niu Sen’s dog, good riddance, good riddance!

He thought it must be the doing of a fellow Elephant Party member…

“Still, we must follow the rules, right?

By the way, have you found out who did it?”

Old Crusoe inquired, somewhat expectantly and with implied meaning.

Crusoe hoped Jax would understand his hint—they could be bold with Niu Sen’s backing, but one of Niu Sen’s lackeys was dead; they’d better be careful!

One can only say, the humor of the real world surpasses the imagination of novelists.

Even Jax, with his strong and dark heart, was rendered speechless by Old Crusoe’s humor.

“Hmm, we found out.

It was Magnus’s lover who did it, what do you think about that result?”

What do I think?

I think you guys are insane!

Is this a threat?

Seeing Old Crusoe’s face tighten, Jax added with a smirk that was not quite a smile,

“As for whether she had accomplices, we’re still investigating, we’ve identified a few suspects.”

Wigginster, one of Niu Sen’s, an important glove on par with Geweil—it’s over.

The suspects Chief Glu zeroed in on were mainly from people around various California Elephant Party bigwigs.

“I think you should remain calm during your investigation, Jax.

We’re all from Saint Rodu; I’ve always had a good relationship with you guys, and I’ve known Glu for over ten years.

I’ve seen you many times.”

Only now did Old Crusoe truly ‘understand’ the situation.

Wigginster was dead, Niu Sen had lost his mind, and his son was captured—the logic added up.

He ‘clearly’ saw that Niu Sen was playing a trick of creating new troubles, but he didn’t make it explicit.

Instead, he played the sympathy card.

The lives of those people mattered little to Old Crusoe; he just wanted his foolish son to be safe.

Domo might be slow, but he’s a conscientious child.

As shrewd as Old Crusoe was, he couldn’t just ignore his own son.

“Mr.

Crusoe, I respect you greatly, and so does Glu, but sometimes we are helpless too.

I can make a personal promise to you—Domo will definitely be the last to be…

well, you understand.

I shouldn’t say more.

If you truly want to save your son, you should go to Mr.

Niu Sen.

After all, you’re the MAGA faction leader of the California Elephant Party, and he’s long been displeased with you.”

Old Crusoe’s phrase ‘we all are from Saint Rodu’ couldn’t be more obvious, and the smart Jax followed his lead, pointing him to a ‘clear path.'”

In reality, Jax was thinking of Cheng Daqi, the extremely shrewd and almost demonic Cheng Daqi.

Step by step, link by link, in the smooth proceedings, they seemed to have made a living move out of a stalemate.

If it continues smoothly, the Chief might not need to step down from his position after all…

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When Niu Sen walked out of the LAPD headquarters, he was nearly spent.

“Here’s the thing, Mr.

Governor, you need to stay in Saint Luo for a few more days.

During these days, I will personally ensure your safety.”

Niu Sen recognized this person who ‘welcomed’ him by driving; without a second thought, this must be one of the core figures of Glu’s rogue police faction.

He showed a proper and polite smile and said gently,

“That would be wonderful.

I plan to visit the Mayor of Saint Luo first.

Could you and your subordinates accompany me there?”

“As you wish, sir.”

Niu Sen was aware that he was being controlled; people held sway over him, and he was constantly being watched.