My American magical life
Chapter 830 - 830 45 King's Game 5 Completely Crazy Burst Update 126K for Monthly Ticket!_5

830: Chapter 45 King’s Game 5 (Completely Crazy, Burst Update 12.6K for Monthly Ticket!)_5 830: Chapter 45 King’s Game 5 (Completely Crazy, Burst Update 12.6K for Monthly Ticket!)_5 Someone once said, the first marriage is impulsive, the second marriage is true love.

Coincidentally, Niusen and his wife are both on their second marriage.

“Somebody wants to duel me,” Governor smiled wryly, humorously replying.

“Ah!?

A duel?

Absolutely not, that’s insane!” Jennifer was flabbergasted.

She began to doubt if she was truly living in the twenty-first century.

“It’s not a gun-wielding cowboy duel, but the stakes are too high, I can’t afford to lose.”

The third layer, after a fleeting glance, seeing mountains as mountains and waters as waters.

Yet, the distinction between the mountains and waters of this layer is unreachable for most people in their lifetimes.

In the hazy moment, Niusen realized that he seemed to understand the deepest intentions hidden among the many gains Cheng Daqi was plotting.

It was a game exclusive among kings.

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Sheriff Gru was quite fond of his new airplane.

He could actually afford the most luxurious private jet in the world, but that would be too conspicuous.

Sheriff Gru’s only focus right now was on one thing—keeping a low profile, low profile, and still low profile.

The black helicopter, light as a dragonfly, maneuvered gracefully over the skyline of San Rodolfo, with Sheriff Gru sitting by the porthole, lost in contemplation of this beautiful city.

Endless buildings, undulating terrain like ocean waves, distant blue sea—everything was beautiful, this was his hometown, his city.

Here were his partners, his adversaries, his subordinates, his brothers, and his life.

Cheng Daqi’s guess was not wrong.

Stepping down from the position of police chief, Gru harbored immense unease, the pain of losing after gaining was far greater than never having at all.

Gru feared, afraid of gradually becoming a marginalized figure.

But he was not a real king, unable to determine his own fate.

He thought climbing high enough could grant him some sort of ‘autonomy,’ but being the chief of LAPD did not offer him real security.

He thought joining the California Clique would grant him a new life, however, the California Clique was not willing to accept someone covered in filth from birth.

In the end, he found security under someone he had despised from the beginning.

It seemed like a massive joke played by the goddess of fate, but as the protagonist of the joke, Gru could not laugh.

The many actions of Cheng Daqi alone seemed inconspicuous, here ‘alone’ refers to any individual inside the clique.

Yet, when connected, many things appear too despairing—the despair against resisting or contending Cheng Daqi’s control.

Gru was targeted, handed in his Pledge, strategically stepped down from the chief position, and had both proactive and passive actions.

But in the end, he won the most crucial aspect, garnering heaps of money and his rivals’ recognition, yet he also lost the most crucial part.

Sounds paradoxical?

No, reality never flows in a static manner.

In contrast to the naive or even foolish Geweil, regarding Cheng Daqi’s maneuvers, Gru saw more clearly.

He gained massively, yet he lost the most important ‘name.’

Cheng Daqi told him, a person’s strength and status are solely determined by the responsibilities they can undertake.

This was undeniably true.

Yet, as Cheng Daqi’s most important tool, losing the ‘name’ meant Gru needed to find a way to better undertake responsibilities, which was inconceivable without Cheng Daqi’s support.

His transformation into a tool was inevitable, this also explains why Cheng Daqi dared to agree to Lisa’s handling proposal for West State Logistics’ debt issues amidst Mi’er’s skepticism—further domesticating Gru was preconditioned.

Is this tactic not very despairing?

But Gru was not so desperate, just as he perceived himself, he gained a sense of security by becoming part of Cheng Daqi’s forces.

Humans can’t always be fervently passionate, neither can they always be ferociously brilliant.

Even beasts need to breathe.

From another unique perspective, the process of Gru becoming a tool did not start with Cheng Daqi, but from when he married the transgender person.

The courageous decision, a strong heart beyond ordinary shaped Gru’s legendary life, also making him willingly deliver himself into Niusen’s hands.

At that time, he had willingly become the shape of a tool.

So, what should I do next?

“Boss, we’ve arrived, it’s there, everyone is in position.”

His subordinate’s words interrupted Sheriff Gru’s contemplation of his life.

He turned his gaze towards the special building outside the porthole.

It resembled a castle-like building, but instead of princes and princesses, it housed a dozen upon dozen of prisoners.

“Look, an airplane, is some big shot coming here for inspection?”

“Stupid donkey, big shots coming for inspection won’t change the miserable life you’ll continue to have tonight at the hands of those people.

I suggest you hold on to a big one, hahaha.”

“It might be a big shot, but whether they’re here for an inspection, I don’t know.

Weren’t we just medically examined recently?

He might be here to pick organs.”

“Fak, impossible, this prison is operated by LAPD, not a private prison, no way!”

“I used to do organ trafficking, in America two major sources of organs are illegal immigrants and prisoners, hah, I’m not lying to you.”

“Why don’t they go after the homeless, those homeless disappearing wouldn’t bother anyone, it should be a more suitable target, right?”

“Simple, safety.

Homeless carry too many diseases, the newly arrived illegal immigrants in America on the other hand are generally young and robust, and prisoners have regular medical checks and detailed records, so, you know.”