736: Chapter 17: Floors Three to Five Considered Grounded, “Sweet Dates” Redefined by Mi’er_2 736: Chapter 17: Floors Three to Five Considered Grounded, “Sweet Dates” Redefined by Mi’er_2 He needed to find a clever way to temporarily escape this predicant.
That’s when he thought of Gasetti, the mightiest vassal under California Cowboy Sen, the Governor of California.
To put it simply, Gasetti was a Shamite Wanderer and one of the few representatives in Arica to succeed in office through rit—actually inheriting his wife’s family’s political influence.
Seemingly a scholar-type official, he was actually a navy veteran who had served in Arica’s most clandestine intelligence agency, DIC—more mysterious than the CIA.
Let’s just say that California is big enough for two political factions, one being the California Clique behind Cowboy Sen, headquartered in San Francisco, and the other being Gasetti, the local Democratic Party power representative in Saint Rodu.
If Cowboy Sen was compared to the Zhou Tianzi within California, then Gasetti would be the king of Jin in Saint Rodu.
So, it was out of sheer desperation that Cowboy Sen turned to Gasetti for help, seeking temporary safety.
And coincidentally, right at Gasetti’s doorstep, Cowboy Sen encountered soone he absolutely did not expect to see.
“Mi’er, what are you doing here?”
Temir, accompanied by several bodyguards, was about to get in a car, and she had not expected to run into Cowboy Sen.
CEO Cheng’s chess piece and the Governor’s chess piece had chosen the sa location, which seed like a coincidence but was actually inevitable.
With Saint Rodu’s limited political forces, Temir representing the California Elephant Party to accuse Cowboy Sen of atrocities seed normal, didn’t it?
Of course, making a small promise on behalf of the California Elephant Party in the process wouldn’t be surprising either.
The unexpected encounter caught Temir off guard, and the black-haired wealthy woman took off her hat, silently observing Cowboy Sen.
Mi’er was well aware of CEO Cheng’s arrangents, just like now; in fact, she was helping Cheng Daqi, helping Gru and, even more so, networking for herself.
“I…”
The silent Mi’er was entirely different from her usual self, and Cowboy Sen, who was very smart, imdiately sensed that sothing was off.
Not to ntion anything else, what reason did Temir have to et with Gasetti at this mont?
His black-uniford officers approached, thinking the Governor might have run into so troubleso person, but when they saw a young lady on the other side, even the officers were a bit unclear about the situation.
“Mr.
Cowboy Sen, please kindly stay sowhere else, and you, help contact Jax!”
Things couldn’t possibly go smoothly at every step, and at this mont, the black-haired wealthy woman had to directly enter the fray.
Cowboy Sen: Huh?
The black-uniford officers: Huh?
Mi’er: I’ll just silently watch you.
You can use your imagination; I won’t explain.
“Excuse , but may I ask who you are?”
The black-uniford brother sensed sothing from Cowboy Sen’s expression toward Mi’er.
After all, he had also climbed up from the bottom to beco a small-ti gang leader through strength.
He wasn’t stupid.
“You don’t need to know my na.
Your job is to keep this man under control.
He shouldn’t et the people from this place!”
“Mi’er, we are friends, you…”
How quick was Cowboy Sen to react?
He realized that Temir, the crazy spinster, had really shown her true colors.
At that mont, he had the sa thought as Wolf—Temir was just a goddamn suicide truck, Achilles’ trump card in his sister’s hand.
What nonsense about family infighting; it was all a damn act!
Selling out Gru and Mi’er to Achilles was actually selling oneself out—from Cowboy Sen’s perspective, this understanding was just too damn logical.
At that mont, Cowboy Sen felt for the first ti the most chilling fear that struck deep into his soul.
Caramacris, truly lives up to your reputation!
How should I put it?
Chief Glu was lucky he didn’t know about this, or else he would be mortified by his own stupidity.
Wolf and Cowboy Sen, each more astute than the other, but what about Glu?
Gru: Chan, what exactly is your relationship with Achilles?
CEO Cheng: Shabi, does the relationship matter?
Really, so people, when you put them side by side and compare, the gap is bigger than that between humans and dogs.
“Yes, we’re friends, Mr.
Cowboy Sen, shall we talk in the car?”
The black-haired wealthy woman interrupted Cowboy Sen’s chatter and chose to lay her cards on the table.
Being passively faced with accelerated choices didn’t fit Cheng Daqi’s design, but since it had co to this, Mi’er had no choice but to reveal part of the plan.
“Alright, I trust you!”
What could Cowboy Sen do when he had been played by Gru to the point of desperation and held by the neck?
Trust first.
Even if he couldn’t trust, he had to trust.
Get rid of being controlled by others first.
At least, Temir and he were similar, both controllers of Arica; she should be a decent person, right?
“Get in touch with Jax, then hand the phone!”
Mi’er opened the car door for Mr.
Governor, gave the black-uniford officers an order, and then signaled her bodyguards to spread out—to prevent Cowboy Sen from desperately seeking Gasetti’s help.
If Governor Cowboy Sen didn’t want to be manipulated and planned to flee, they really couldn’t shoot to kill.
“My brother is quite dissatisfied with the Great Commander’s cowardice, Mr.
Cowboy Sen.
Have you ever thought that Saint Rodu was never under your control to begin with?
Chief Gru earned his position on his own.
Even if it weren’t him, others might not have been able to hold the position securely.
You have no right to order him around; it was your foolishness that drove him to .”
What’s called gibberish?
This is exactly what Mi’er’s gibberish is like!
The first part is all about Achilles; it’s not that Achilles doesn’t like her, just look at how she’s pulling her own weight to stir up trouble.
Yes, Achilles is dissatisfied with the Great Commander’s cowardice; anyone with balls would be dissatisfied.
But how Mi’er puts it, it seems as if she’s backed by Achilles and the collective people of the Elephant Party.
Nonsense, but appropriately so, tightly gripping Cowboy Sen.
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