Chapter 333 Bet on everything, the dutiful son, fuck (6196 will never cheat readers!)
The scenery in the Bahamas is still so good, with white beaches and blue water. Through the porthole, Eris can even see the beach clearly Girl in bikini.
But he is destined to be in no mood to appreciate it much.
The project of the LCE cryptocurrency trading platform has been a big deal from the beginning, and some people from Eris and Gru were recruited to act as fuses. In order to show his respect for Mr. Cheng, Eris directly Desel, his most trusted brother, was sent over.
Speaking of which, Eris is also considered a prominent figure in the West Coast underworld. Desel is his brother and the best debt collector, and he was also a fierce man who could kill through a street.
The various undertakings that Catcher set up for him were like cages, which not only trapped Eris, but now he also needed to punish Desel to show his loyalty.
To outsiders, Eris seems to be pretty good, but he is not Wolfe’s confidant, and he doesn’t have much standing in Chengzong. He has to laugh at Jax’s cold look.
He got a better future than before by becoming Wolfe's subordinate, but this was the opportunity given to him by Mr. Cheng, who also tied him up with a lot of things. Eris wanted to ask him Wolff flattered him, but he was deceived by Gru, and Mr. Cheng took the opportunity to instruct him to kill Wolfe's biological father.
Eris has experience in making black gloves, and he thinks this is his certificate to integrate into the circle.
Later, Eris realized that he had integrated into the circle, and Wolf valued him more, but also distrusted him less - Cheng Daqi's move was very poisonous.
Moreover, it seems that there is something wrong with Cheng Daqi and Themir's ship, but Eris has no choice. He can only choose to obey orders and give an explanation to Mr. Cheng by dealing with his brother.
"Eris, I don't understand. Isn't it just hundreds of thousands of dollars?"
Desel didn't understand what his cousin was thinking. He was so excited that he was a little incoherent. .
“They are very powerful, but they also have enemies. If they force us like this, we can definitely sell him. LCE looks like a good company, so grab it and do it ourselves.”
This is America. Everyone wants to be the glib winner, but few people are truly loyal.
Desel's words made Eris a little silent. He didn't know where to start, so he could make up for his cousin who didn't have enough brain capacity.
Looking at the girl on the beach, for some reason, Eris thought of Themir who had been looking at him coldly.
"Those big guys fight back and forth, but after all they are the same kind of people, they are the same kind of people, do you understand?
They can still reconcile and sit still even if they win or lose. We can't reconcile together like friends, we can only rush forward with our heads covered."
Tmir, Gru, Cheng Daqi, Wolf, each of these people can put themselves in their own hands. Eaten alive, Eris didn't know that the gap between people in this world could be so big before, but now he can see it more and more clearly.
Indeed, Eris had gained something from being tortured by life during this period. He read that right.
Themir’s defeat was nothing more than giving in, inheriting the tens of billions of small financial groups prepared for him by Antony, going to Africa with more money than he could spend in a few lifetimes and crying in tears - maybe he can still do it every day Squeezing her and taking advantage of her would destroy Cheng Zong.
Dracula's family is being targeted, and the worst result is to sell out part of the profits. If the enemy is too greedy, Dracula can also find someone else to buy security, and then Wolfe will continue to do his work Super rich.
Cheng Daqi really loses. The worst he can do is be Achilles’ dog. Cheng Zong even got an olive branch from Gru back then. It’s just that doing this will make him feel bad. Achilles is like that. I don't care at all if Mr. Cheng is loyal or not.
Grew is even more outrageous. He has been tricked to death, and he keeps trying to die. In the end, no one really touches him. As the biggest piece of shit in California, no one wants to Get started cleaning.
"Why should we pay the price for their words? Eris, I have no problem with giving an explanation. I can also accept chopping off one hand, but why?
LCE's plate is so Big, we only took a little bit, a trivial little bit. We have to bear the risk and we have to listen. If we want to take a little money to spend, we will be beaten. Why? "
At this moment, Desai? Er looks very similar to the original Gru.
He is dissatisfied, angry and does not want to endure it.
With just one sentence, you have to obey orders, bow your head, or give an explanation. This is ridiculous. Des has worked hard for so many years and got such a result. Desel cannot accept it.
"I don't know either, Des, I don't know either."
Eris smiled bitterly, he really didn't know.
He watched Cheng Daqi rise step by step. At first, he thought that Cheng Daqi relied on women to rise to the top, but gradually, he couldn't understand.
Mr. Cheng’s career and power are so weird that even Eris, a person who lives in a gray area, can’t understand him. Especially what he can’t understand is Wolfe. Wolfe was forced into this by Mr. Cheng. Now, he still serves Cheng Daqi like he served his ancestors. This is outrageous.
Before coming into contact with Wolfe, Eris had no idea about Dracula. After contacting him, he realized how terrifying the resources behind Wolfe were. The Dracula Group is the top consortium in the United States (Eris Reese), very influential in the military and government.
But the leader of such a group was controlled or influenced by Mr. Cheng, and Eris couldn't understand it at all.
Chan, why do you do that?
In fact, Cheng Daqi can answer his question. The whole reason lies in whether he has a tough enough heart. Eris obviously lacks this. He can't imagine what kind of situation Eris is always struggling and maneuvering in. of.
"If I want to give him an explanation, I can cut off my hand, but Eris, we and they are all human beings. The fairest thing in the world is that everyone only has one life!"< br>
Desir Eris didn’t want to embarrass his brother anymore, and he felt uncomfortable looking at the haggard Eris.
"Ha, yes, but we don't have to do this, Desel, this is our best chance."
Eris's distress is also here, Cheng Daqi, Themir, and Wo Wolf already has the best opportunity he can see. Each of these people is very powerful, and they are so young that it makes people's hearts tremble.
The current rulers of the United States are a bunch of old men, but the future will ultimately belong to Themir, Wolfe, well, it may also be Mr. Cheng. Such a ship is hard to find.
Eris chose to risk everything.
In fact, Eris' response has already been deformed. Along the way, the sunk costs he paid were too high, which deeply affected his choices.
Best chance?
Are you referring to the fact that my hand will be gone if he just says one word?
Desel didn't want to listen to Eris's nonsense, so he took out the knife and handed it to Eris, and said in a low voice.
“Here, give me the knife, left hand or right hand?”
Eris raised her eyebrows and spoke in a low tone.
"Ha, let's go back to Saint-Loduo to chop. I will kneel down and apologize to him in person. Then he will probably say that I went too far and misunderstood him. You can also go to the hospital to pick him up."
"Farke, this world of shit!"
"A chance to make a career, Dessel, I'm sorry that you have to bear the price, but this is what he asked for."
"What about the Chinese? Doesn't he have to take responsibility?"
"Hahaha, let's see."
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Wolf Dracula woke up again. He had not been sleeping well recently, very badly.
Maybe it’s a little guilty, or maybe it’s because of anxiety about the future. In short, he always has nightmares.
Getting up from the bed, leaning against the night light on the bedside, he fumbled for the water glass and took a sip, then let out a long sigh of relief.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Wolfe looked at his watch, it was three o'clock in the morning.
He walked out of the room and found the servant at the door lounging on the sofa.
Wolf didn't want to say anything. He had obviously slept for several hours, but he still felt very tired.
The night shift bodyguard at the entrance of the stairs heard the footsteps. He quickly hid his cell phone, touched the gun on his waist, and quickly stood up to check the situation.
"Mr. Wolfe?"
"Yes, take a few people with you and go to the hospital."
"Yes!"
At the entrance to the lobby on the first floor of the main building of Dracula Manor, Wolfe was wearing pajamas and waiting for his entourage to prepare. The cold wind of the winter night wrapped heavily around his body. He felt very good.
In the past, he was the heir to the Dracula family. His power and status were extraordinary, but he was far from the grandeur he has now.
Now, this business empire, this illustrious family, the family service team of hundreds of people, and the employee team of tens of thousands of people only serve him.
Having money cannot do whatever he wants, but he can use money to buy ninety-nine percent of the things in the world.
Thinking of this, he sighed softly again.
"Ha, not enough."
The captain of the security team heard Wolfe's words and asked a little confused.
“What’s not enough?”
Wulf laughed dumbly and replied.
"Ah, no. I mean the lights are not bright enough and I can't see clearly."
"Then I will ask someone to contact the design team for you and give you some plans and make some changes?"
< br>"Okay."
The car stopped at the foot of the steps. Wolfe nodded gently to the smart security team leader, got in the car and left.
Looking at the car driving away, the security team leader seemed to have received some huge promise. His teeth were exposed when he smiled, and his whole state was bright.
Once an emperor and a courtier, Old Joel is already half-dead, and Wolfe is already the confirmed helmsman of the Dracula Empire. For those who serve the Dracula family, Wolfe's approval is more important than anything else.
The Dracula family is an important biopharmaceutical giant in the United States and even around the world. The listed parts of Dracula Biotech have a market value of tens of billions of dollars, not to mention those unlisted industries that are making huge amounts of money every day. .
The insurance company owned by the Dracula family previously provided Gru with customized insurance for LAPD police officers. As an insurance company, the Dracula family also operates many very powerful private hospitals— —The world’s best institution in organ transplantation, no one else.
So, after Lao Qiao suffered a stroke and became paralyzed, he received the best treatment in his own hospital.
Late at night, the boss's boss's boss suddenly visited. The director of the hospital almost flew from home. He circled around Wolf obsequiously, like a loyal pug.
In the best private VIP ward, Mr. Dean drove all outsiders away, and then he vigilantly reported his work in Wolf's ear.
"I personally checked Mr. Dracula's diagnosis and treatment plan. According to your request, I adopted the most conservative treatment method. If nothing else happens, he will never get up again in his life."
Wolf looked at the sleeping old Joel and asked in a low voice.
"There is no risk of recovery, right?"
The dean hurriedly patted his chest to assure him.
"No, absolutely not! I only inject normal saline, glucose, and some necessary vitamin supplements and sedatives every day. My son-in-law is his attending physician. Don't worry, everything has been arranged. This matter will never happen. Someone will know!”
Wolf’s pupils shrank and he didn’t say much.
"Well, can you wake him up?"
The dean is a professional, he said with some embarrassment.
"I'm afraid there is some trouble, because he needs to control his recovery through medication. He sleeps twenty hours a day now. How about you come back tomorrow?"
"It's okay, you can go out first. I want to be alone with my father."
The dean left, and Wolfe walked to Old Joel's bed. The old man was sleeping peacefully and seemed not to notice. to his arrival.
Wolf stared at old Joel for a long time, with an indescribable taste in his eyes.
He had forgotten the last time he stared at his father for so long. Stretching out his hand and covering Old Joel's mouth and nose with his palm, Wolfe waited expressionlessly.
Without access to fresh air and lack of oxygen in his cells, Old Joel's heart pumped blood faster and faster.
The longing for air before death caused Old Joel's body to break away from the effects of the sedative drugs. He opened his eyes and breathed heavily.
Then, Old Joel saw Wolfe and realized that Wolfe wanted to cover himself.
"Good evening, my dear father."
Looking at old Dracula's frightened and angry eyes, Wolfe smiled happily.
"Hoo Si ~ Ho Si ~ Ho Si ~"
A stroke is actually a cerebral infarction, which may lead to paralysis. A left-brain infarction can affect a person's language center and cause language disorders.
Old Joel's current state is a manifestation of language barrier. He wants to say something, but he can only repeat two words mechanically.
In fact, this can be treated, but Wolfe obviously will not give him a chance to recover.
“The day you killed my boyfriend, did you ever think that I would stand by your side like this, Joel?”
"I guess you haven't thought about it. After all, I am not your son. No, don't look at me like that. I mean, you have never regarded us children as human beings."
"We are just You only care about your blood bag and organ container."
"That's why your brother died."
"Well, I did it too. I also want you to lose it. What will it feel like to be a beloved one?"
"Hoo Si~ho~ho~"
"Are you scolding me?"
"When we were children, you forced us to exercise every day and have constant physical examinations. At that time, you said that you wanted every Dracula child to be healthy. "Growing up."
"For more than 20 years, I have become accustomed to smoking less, drinking less, going to bed late, and spending two hours a day working out. But when I was a child, you forced us to exercise and check up every day. I thought you really cared about us, Joel, hahaha."
"At that time, I tried very hard to get you to recognize me, but you only recognized me as the eldest brother. I later learned that we are the same. The later ones were all mass-produced, how could you recognize a blood bag with a code of 001?"
"So, later I got a disease, a disease that I hope to get more recognition. , Well, that’s too far off.”
"Joel, I want you to live to be a hundred years old and lie in bed like this. Isn't it very filial to you?"
"Hoo Si ~ Ho Si ~ Ho Ho Ho "Hoo!"
Joel Dracula's whole body was sore and numb. He squeezed his lungs and squeezed his throat, trying to say something, but in the end he just made an unknown cry.
“There are a few people who are overestimating their abilities and want to share the property with me. Guess what, I have discussed it with Themir, and she will help me solve this problem before Dracula joins them. "
"You remember Tamir, right? We had dinner together when she and that person came here last time, hahahaha."
"Joel, you have prepared so many blood bags for yourself. I am going to arrange the first round of organ transplant for you when the group stabilizes. Which son do you like better?"
"Which son do you like better? I will help you install it. When you are eighty years old, I will make sure that you live to be at least a hundred years old!"
"I am such a filial son!"
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"Hahaha, Chan, just hope you're okay. The boss was frightened when he received your news that day. Our LAPD sent out all the police forces to look for you all night long."
Jax had an excited expression, pretending to be presentable, and Mr. Cheng didn't reveal it.
"How are you doing lately?"
"How are you doing? The LAPD is still very busy, there are too many cases, the security in San Loduo is getting worse and worse, and the number of crimes is much higher than before. , but the city council did not increase the budget allocated to the police. The police officers are suffering.”
Cheng Daqi heard something was wrong. He picked up the cup, took a sip of wine, and then shouted quietly. The bartender came and asked for a note.
After writing a few words with a brush, Mr. Cheng handed the note to Jax across from him.
"Being monitored?"
Jax glanced at the person he was following, and said with a wry smile.
"The sticky note is useless...Hey, Chan, we were wrong."
This backbone of the LAPD, Gru's confidant, and the director of the four major bureaus has been targeted to death.
“The people from Ferber followed me almost 24 hours a day. They didn’t know the cards and just stared at me. We detained Steven, but at the time we didn’t expect that this matter would involve that man. ”
Cheng Daqi felt slightly chilly when he thought that he had been monitored and recorded.
Although the American secret service is not as good as before, it is still a powerful department.
Troublesome.
“Is it convenient to meet him?”
Mr. Cheng’s words made Jax a little shocked.
"Meet the boss? Chan, what do you mean?"
"Did Niu Sen make a promise to you, let you do whatever you want to Fo Bole, and he will support you?"
Everything has changed. At this point, Cheng Daqi could clearly see the situation, but there were some details he wanted to confirm.
Jax nodded awkwardly and said.
"Yes, but Mr. Niusen didn't expect that man to intervene. Moreover, you and Mi'er tricked us too much. Achilles also mobilized Councilor Wood, the deputy director of Ferbole. Hu Te has also come to California as the case manager. I don’t recommend that you meet with the boss, he will scold you to death.”
Mr. Cheng checked the information and felt more and more that Achilles was making false claims.
It’s just that poor Chief Gru didn’t seem to notice his trouble at all - he was the same as last year.
Gru, Gru, please be more careful.
"Jax, Gru can't see the problem, and you can't see the problem either?"
Jax misunderstood the meaning of Cheng Daqi.
"Mr. Niu Sen asked us to endure it for the time being. In two days, we will find a scapegoat and push it out."
"...Do you believe Niu Sen so much?"
"Otherwise, the boss will even Married to a transgender man, he is now an important member of the California Gang, Niu Sen must protect him, is there any problem? "
Cheng Daqi shrugged and sighed.
“Silly and cute.”
He overestimated Jax's level. Also, Jax's understanding actually sounds quite convincing. Marriage, as a form of interest binding, has invariably existed in various civilizations in the course of human history. inside.
It’s just that Mr. Cheng didn’t expect Gru and Jax to be so naive.
Jax knew the level of Chengda Qi very well, he asked nervously.
"Chan, is there something wrong with what I said?"
"Marriage is for profit, but it does not represent profit itself. Jax, Gru is not far away from death. But I guess Niu Sen would be very willing to cooperate with you, so go ahead.”
Jax froze.
Mr. Cheng’s words seemed to have punctured a piece of paper, echoing in his mind like thunder.
Marriage does not represent interests, yes, marriage TMD does not represent interests!
“Marriage does not represent interests. It is just the lubrication of cooperation, the basis of mutual trust, and the chips for distribution. Nothing more. It is not a guarantee or an unbreakable vow.
Jax, Since when did you and Gru tie yourself to someone who is neither a human nor a ghost?
To be honest, I feel a little disappointed, but it makes sense when I think about it. You and Chief Gru are my old friends. If it's you, well, I can understand. ”
“If it’s you, I can understand”
Mr. Cheng doesn’t use curse words at all, but the insult almost reaches the limit of human language expression.
He He is so skilled, after all, he is a strong man who can stop Temir's poisonous tongue.
The Great Onmyoji has become a powerful weapon, and he attacks!
"This...I, Chan, so maybe Niu Sen won't help us?"
Jax asked nonchalantly. He was so smart that he could understand what Da Qi proposed. possible.
Marriage can't guarantee anything, especially since things are obviously getting bigger now.
He couldn't imagine what would happen to him, Gru and their careers if Niu Sen didn't take action.
Looking at Ferbole who was staring at him, Jax swallowed hard.
"Yeah, but it shouldn't be possible. We may or may not help. Well, it's possible, you know."
It's just going around, hey, it's just fun!
Mr. Cheng likes the sweaty look of Jax very much. This guy likes to play tricks. When he tried to trick Eris before, he was actually quite successful.
Mr. Cheng is still not sure whether Gru has wanted to fall out with him - this is how the top black police officers were born.
"Chan, see you at the restaurant. I will send you the time later. No matter how much I send you, you can push it forward six hours, okay?"
Mr. Cheng smiled and replied.
"To be honest, I really want to see Gru's face. In fact, you still have a way to go now."
"What?"
"Let us Dear Chief Gru, go lick his beautiful wife. As long as she feels comfortable, wouldn't it be easy for Mr. Niusen to do it?
I will give you this advice for free, no need. Thanks, no need to pay!
How about it? We have a good relationship, right? ”
Gru: Fuck!
Ha, this chapter made me laugh.
When I think of Gru, he desperately licks his transgender wife , I can’t help but want to laugh
(End of this chapter)