From Arms Dealer To King of War

Chapter 764: The posture of carrying the blame must be handsome

  Chapter 764 The posture of taking the blame is handsome

  Choga was delayed for several hours in the black community, and it was almost dawn when he returned to the farm.

After unloading the equipment and going to the bathroom to take a shower, Choja wanted to go to sleep for a while, and saw Monica lying on the bed in a lace nightdress that was sexier than nothing, with her head resting on one hand , the other hand was swaying on the short invisible skirt...

  The light honey-colored skin reflected the soft light, making Monica look like a 'gift'!

  Almost all mainstream voices are against the objectification of women, but Monica fully interprets the state of women after they are objectified to the extreme.

  She doesn't need to conquer the world, she just needs to change tricks to exhaust Boss Joe physically and mentally.

  Joga struggled for a moment between physical fatigue and the radiant Monica, and obediently obeyed the guidance of instinct...

  ………

  ………

  ………

  After finishing the work, Monica lay in Boss Joe's arms, looked at the boss who was half asleep, and said softly: "Boss, people from the New York Police Department invited me to visit them today..."

   "Go..."

   "I think we should donate a sum of money to the police association, and donate a few police cars to some difficult police stations by the way."

"You decide…"

   "I got a lot of calls yesterday from people who invited me to their house party from the NYPD Commissioner's wife, and I don't think NYPD Headquarters wants to make a fuss...

   So I thought, are we going to hold on to that evidence for now and just hand Boris over to the NYPD's Department of the Interior? "

   "You decide..."

  Monica looked at Boss Joe, who was insincere but trusting, she grabbed Boss Joe's hand and put it on her chest, and put her face on Boss Joe's neck.

  She was like a lazy cat, while gently stroking Boss Joe's neck with the tip of her nose, she made extremely ambiguous panting sounds...

   "Boss, I've gotten a little fat recently, and my clothes are not enough..."

"purchase…"

   "Boss, I need to attend a lot of important receptions, and I still lack a little jewelry..."

"purchase…"

   "Boss, I really like black diamonds, and I also want a ring like a devil bird..."

   "Then you have to ask Nice, she manages my black diamond..."

When Monica heard this, she looked up at Boss Joe, who was looking at her with a half-smile. She gnawed on Boss Joe's face angrily, then sat up and lit the poison needle ring on her index finger, and said, "Then I'll be a black widow..."

  Joga glanced down at the vital point where he was being held, he shook his head and said with a smile: "If you let go and say it again, then I might think that you, the black widow, are still a little sincere."

   As he spoke, Qiaojia reached out and patted Monica's buttocks, looked at the sky outside, and said, "It's dawn, you should go to work, let me sleep for a few hours.

  Beauty, you don’t want your boss to work with dark circles, do you? "

  Monica listened, bit her index finger lightly, then whispered seductively, and slid the finger with the poisonous needle ring on her tall chest...

  Feeling the boss' impulse, Monica chuckled triumphantly, lowered her head and kissed Boss Joe's face, and jumped off the bed happily...

  Joga saw that Monica knew how to show her sexiest position even when she was wearing clothes. He sighed and turned around and closed his eyes. He slowly fell asleep while reciting 'color is nothingness'.

  While Boss Joe was sleeping, the outside reports of last night's actions started...

  Reporter Wallace fired the first shot...

   When many media hadn’t figured out how to report it, the Washington Post urgently printed a supplement to replace the front page, with the title “A Great Victory Against Terrorism”…

  Wallace, as a war reporter from the Black Army Marine Corps, stood on the side of P·B with a clear banner.

   It is stated clearly and righteously that this is the correct way to open the "anti-terrorism".

  45 lives, more than 200 black buddies who need to take painkillers...

  These are not as good as what P·B gained last night...

  Four sets of already-assembled bomb vests, more than enough automatic weapons to arm dozens of people, and three terrifying shape bombs.

  The heinous terrorists were killed, more than a dozen child hostages were rescued, and four women who were forced to become human bombs because their children were kidnapped and tortured were rescued...

  The media van of the New York Morning News has already driven to New Jersey. Under the unknown pressure, the media only hurriedly swept the camera over the wailing black buddies, and occasionally focused on some guys who were injected with morphine and looked like they were enjoying themselves...

  Then they interview Resler, who is full of foam...

  The current image of Resler is definitely the image of a tired patriot who worries about the country and the people.

   Facing media interviews, he first expressed that it was inconvenient to announce too much inside information.

   Then he was satisfied with the harvest last night, and expressed his gratitude to P·B who assisted the FBI in solving the terrorist crisis.

   The whole interview is full of harmony!

  Of course, not all the media have been greeted, leaving aside the sphere of influence of Boss Joe, there are some media newspapers that want 'big news', especially the black media.

  The anger and fanaticism shown by this part of the media quickly formed a force in society.

  A large number of black people started to rush to P·B Farm with signs of protest!

  At ten o’clock in the morning, when dozens of black buddies gathered at the gate of P·B’s farm and began to shout slogans, the “Black Light” from the White House had no choice but to hold a press conference…

  Faced with questions from media reporters of the same color, this black buddy expressed his concern with a serious face, and then seemed to be greatly stimulated, refused the follow-up interview and turned to leave the lawn...

  The black buddy took out his phone and called the Secretary of the Department of Homeland Security as soon as he left the media's sight...

   "Screw that jackal, he got me in big trouble!"

  “……”

  "Yes, I know the purpose of his operation, I know the importance of counter-terrorism, don't forget who killed Ben LD.

   But the Jackal got me in big trouble, what can I say to the media? "

  “……”

   "I don't **** need you to teach me how to deal with the media, warn him, if he is using such drastic means, I will make him pay!

  No one can keep him! "

  “……”

  After listening to the narration on the phone, the black buddy suddenly frowned. After hanging up the phone, he turned on the TV with the remote control, and by the way, notified his assistant to send him the Washington Post.

   On TV, Dazui Tang is being interviewed by the media...

  Faced with malicious questions from several reporters, Big Mouth Tang expressed his appreciation for P·B's actions...

  "Yes, I appreciate P·B's approach, no one knows them better than me, I even entrusted my safety to them, Jackal is a responsible young man, he deserves everyone's trust..."

   "Violent law enforcement?

  NO! P·B is at war with terrorists!

   They're keeping us safe and we should be thankful for that instead of pointing at his nose and calling him crazy. "

   "Those innocent black people?

   Well, maybe...

   But they didn't die. When I was watching the news just now, I saw several guys had already turned high.

  I don't think anyone who moved to P.B. would have been able to handle the situation, but the Jackal handled it in a way that seemed normal to me.

   Is he wrong?

  If he was a cop or FBI, he should be fired.

   But you should look at his harvest, how many innocent people he saved.

  Can you imagine what would happen if those body bombs walked into the crowd? "

  “The terrorists hate me, but I am not afraid of them. The more they hate me, the more America needs me.

   I am not some incompetent bureaucrat like Lahiri, whenever you ask her what is her plan to fight ISIS, she will tell you, go to my website...

  You guys know what I think?

  I think she needs to be responsible for the soldiers who died on the front line, because she is the best undercover agent of Isis.

   Those hooded guys just need to know the internet to know what our guys are up to?

   This is the funniest thing I've ever seen, and it's even more incredible that you media take it for granted.

   How can we win like this? "

   "What would I do?

  I will act secretly, I will let our special forces be like ninjas, quietly find those terrorists, and then kill them.

   We are wasting too much money in the Middle East, time for a change! "

  ………

  ………

  The black buddy of the white house watched the big-mouthed Tang talking nonsense on TV, he frowned and made a call...

   "Pay attention to collecting public opinion indexes. I need some actual data to decide how I should face media questions."

  The assistant of the black buddy put down the phone, looked at the most powerful person in the world, and said carefully: "Mr. President, our media director is waiting in the conference room..."

  The black buddy clasped his hands together to support his mouth, and after a long thought, he said, "I need to wait for a few days..."

  As soon as the assistant heard this, he said in surprise, "sir, why?"

  The black buddy looked at the assistant, shook his head slightly and said, "Because now everyone wants to know how determined we are to keep them safe!

   That jackal saved a lot of people by hellish means, even the ones he shot down because they had big bombs around them!

  Punish P·B for this reason, once there are new terrorist attacks in the future, we will be questioned! "

As he spoke, the black buddy flipped through the New York Post in front of him, pursed his lips and shook his head, and said, "This jackal is unscrupulous, but very cunning, he seems to always find and inspire people's concerns, and he Seems to have a lot of friends...

   Lahiri's assassination of Eric Bent was a huge mistake!

  Inform 'those people' and let them find a way to drive the jackals out of the United States. With this guy, Donald's populism will be magnified.

  Dirty bombs are important, but elections are more important. If things go on like this, once domestic conflicts are triggered, things will get out of control.

  Shit, Big Mouth Donald is a psycho, can't let him tear America apart..."

  ………

  It was already lunch time when Choga woke up...

  Hearing that a large number of black teams gathered outside, Qiaojia walked to the main entrance of the farm with a lunch box in a down-to-earth manner.

  About hundreds of blacks blocked the gate of the farm, shaking protest signs and shouting slogans loudly...

   "Black lives matter, hand over to the executioner!"

   "Black lives matter, hand over to the executioner!"

  ………

  ………

  Joga was carrying a lunch box, following a thread, eating while looking at those black people who were shouting dryly...

  A dozen security guards with guns stood on both sides of the farm gate, and a dozen black buddies who had been beaten into pig heads by bean bombs sat on the ground with their hands tied behind their backs, receiving treatment from rude military doctors.

   Qiao Jia ate the food in the lunch box in two or three bites, then smiled and signaled to several soldiers to bring out a large amount of mineral water, and put it outside the farm to signal to the black buddies to take it by themselves.

   Then he nodded slightly amidst the yelling and cursing of a large number of black people, then turned around and got on the battery car, and returned to the inside of the farm.

  The current heat is not enough, let the matter ferment for a few days, and then it is a good time to stand up and 'take the blame'.

   Otherwise, jumping too early will make some people think that P·B is 'worthless'!

  "Being blamed" is a very skillful job. The consequence of ineffective scapegoating is that there will be a next time, and the result of effective scapegoating is that someone wants to be favored.

   These black people and those white left virgins are not the ones that Boss Joe wants to fight for. Those who care about their own safety, and even some refined egoists, are the ones that Boss Joe needs to fight for.

   It’s not that I want to gain any real benefits from them, but that when someone wants to engage in P·B like black water one day, the media and public opinion should not be one-sided.

  Boss Joe doesn’t need to please everyone, and he can’t!

   Don't be afraid of enemies!

  Because there are enemies, you can have more friends!

  The scale of this kind of protest should be larger. Boss Joe needs to take the blame in the eyes of the public, so that those who agree with P·B's actions can sympathize with him. As for those black people...

who cares!

  They probably don't even care!

   That is, P·B’s farm is too far away, and the security here is too fierce, otherwise these people would have started to buy for zero yuan.

  When the battery car drove to the small building, Choga saw Dorian and Spurs changing clothes and walking outside with rifles in their hands. He asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

  Dorian spread his hands and said: "Someone triggered the alarm on the farm. It should be those idiots who want to break in and cause damage. Let's catch them..."

  Joga heard it, and said with a smile: "Use the poison bullet, let them howl, and then tell everyone, this is just a warning..."

  Dorian smiled "hehe" and said, "That's what I thought..."

  Jorga waved Dorian and the others away, then he found Thompson and said, "Follow me to see Howard, that guy's boss should give him instructions.

  I have to listen to their 'quote', feel the attitude of those people, and then decide the intensity of the follow-up action! "

  (end of this chapter)

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