My American magical life
Chapter 832 - 832 45 King's Game 5 Completely Insane Burst Release 126K for Monthly Votes!_7

832: Chapter 45 King’s Game 5 (Completely Insane, Burst Release 12.6K for Monthly Votes!)_7 832: Chapter 45 King’s Game 5 (Completely Insane, Burst Release 12.6K for Monthly Votes!)_7 West State Logistics isn’t a high-tech firm with complicated tasks; even if these people aren’t perfect, they can still be reluctantly used like beasts of burden.

A thousand Dollars a month, the cost for many American small capitalists to hire undocumented immigrants isn’t even this low!

Replacing over two hundred mid and lower-level management positions with prisoners can alleviate costs by over five million Dollars a month—the cost of labor isn’t just limited to wages; in America, the direct wages given to employees are even a smaller part of the cost of labor.

Business insurance, benefits, taxes, administrative expenses, there are just too many expenditures beyond wages.

If you think Sheriff Gru’s problem-solving approach is that superficial, then you’re underestimating him; after battling with heroes for so long, even if Gru were a pig, he should’ve evolved into the king of the pigsty by now.

The prisoners enter West State as dispatched special labor under the watchful eye of police officers; wouldn’t that be a force in West State directly under Gru?

Previously Gru killed Cyrus, the boss of the Mexican Gang in West State, and that issue is still unresolved!

Looking at it from the perspective of corporate power division, Gru not adopting the proposals of those executives and instead taking action himself to address the debt highlights his special value even more—what about me, a former LAPD police chief?

I’m more than enough to keep you all in check!

Without having to compromise with those executives and proving his value to CEO Cheng, he hit the jackpot!

Of course, Gru won’t throw out the baby with the bathwater, stubbornly rejecting other proposals.

It’s just that, when it comes to making decisions, how to do it, when to do it, and in what order to do it, there’s a whole science to it.

Simply put, through his own advantage playing style, Gru has leveraged his innate talent, securing the initiative for West State’s future!

“But my sentence is only one year left, does that mean I still have to work when I’m out?

I don’t want to work, I’m not going!”

“Yeah, I only have three months left until I’m released, and it’s inconsequential now, enduring another three months won’t make a difference.”

Faced with the conditions thrown out by Gru, some prisoners were eager to try, some remained silent, while others were somewhat reluctant to cooperate.

They were courageous indeed.

“Who just said their sentence was only three months?”

Gru asked loudly.

“Me, sir, it’s me.”

A man with a face full of pockmarks but with a fleshy butt raised his hand, and Gru gave him a grin that made his insides crawl.

What, do you also want to take my backdoor route?

“Mr.

Prison Warden, add ten years to his sentence!”

“Yes!

Ten years might be too short, I’ll find an excuse to add fifty years.

What do you think?”

Ah?

The prisoners could not comprehend.

They seemed to realize that something strange was taking place as if it were a matter of course, instilling in them a tremendous sense of panic and disillusionment.

You are police officers, and you are the sheriff; you should abide by the law, dammit!

“I said ten years.”

“Then ten years it is, ten years.

I’ll make the arrangements right away!”

Anguish!

Humiliation!

The prisoners could hear the conversation between the two loud and clear.

Americans are a spirited people; their submissiveness here is only relative to the gang members in prison, or when facing a pile of police officers, but they are, after all, spirited.

“You can’t do this, we heard what you said, even if you are the sheriff, you can’t break the law!

If you dare to persecute us for some unspeakable purpose, all our brothers here will be the witnesses to bring you to trial!”

In any era, among any people, in any group, even among prisoners, there is no lack of the brave.

Sadly, the majority of prisoners responded to his call with silence.

Working for West State could reduce one’s sentence!

The one who refused to participate did so because his sentence was short, but the sentences of the others were long.

The group movement hadn’t even started, and they had already divided internally over interests—without organization, any so-called group with common attributes would scatter in the face of interests.

Without organization, there is no ideology acknowledged by common consent that transcends interests, so they are doomed to be unable to unite; how can they face a monster like Gru?

“Alright, alright, alright, you want to put me in court, do you?

Come, I’ll send you to a cell with many other inmates, and arrange for twenty black guys to keep you company tonight!”

(The following plot needs clarification: the behaviors of the villains in the plot do not represent the ideological tendencies of the author.

The words of the villains do not represent what the author endorses, nor do they represent correctness or what the author considers correct.)

Before Gru even spoke, the Prison Warden jumped up, generously shouldering all the blame onto himself and choosing to lead the charge for Sheriff Gru’s dignity!

Loyalty!

Devotion!

A cell with many inmates in itself isn’t a problem, but a cell with many inmates plus twenty black guys—that is not just a problem but a horror story more terrifying than the vast majority of horror films.

The brave quail who stuck his head out just now had his face turn deathly pale instantly; it wasn’t fear he felt, he wished for death.

To be in such a state of living, he’d rather die immediately.

After all, he was a spirited man.

However, just as he contemplated how to die, Mr.

Gru made the decision for him.

“No need for complications, give me a gun; it’s been a long time since I’ve shot targets.”

Gru took the gun from his subordinate’s hand, smiling as he released the safety.

The pitiable, spirited quail realized his fate; he lay down and moved through the crowd, thinking that by using other inmates as shields, Gru wouldn’t dare shoot.

The sound of the fully automatic M4 was not a bang, bang, bang but a sharper noise like the sound of pebbles shattering against a hard object—quite peculiar, but that doesn’t affect the power of the M4.