King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 856 - 856 768 How to Take the Blame Gracefully2

856: Chapter 768: How to Take the Bla Gracefully_2 856: Chapter 768: How to Take the Bla Gracefully_2 A large group of black people with protest signs started heading to P·B Farm!

At ten in the morning, when dozens of black guys gathered at the gate of P·B Farm and started chanting slogans, the ‘Light of Blacks’ at the White House had no choice but to hold a press conference…

Facing questions from journalists of the sa skin color, this black guy expressed his concerns with a grave face, then seed greatly provoked, refused further interviews, and turned away from the lawn…

The mont he was out of sight from the dia, he took out his phone and called the Secretary of Holand Security…

“Get that Hu Lang out of here, he’s caused big trouble!”

“………”

“Yes, I’m aware of his purpose and I understand the importance of counter-terrorism, but don’t forget who took out Ben Laden.

Yet Hu Lang has gotten into big trouble, what am I supposed to say to the dia?”

“………”

“I don’t f*cking need you to teach how to deal with the dia.

Warn him, if he continues to use such excessive asures, I’m going to make him pay the price!

No one can protect him!”

“………”

The black guy listened to the explanation on the phone, knitted his brows, hung up, and turned on the TV with the remote control, while signaling his assistant to bring him the Washington Post.

On the TV was Donald being interviewed by the dia…

Faced with malicious questions from reporters, Donald didn’t hesitate to express his appreciation for P·B’s actions…

“Yes, I admire what P·B has done, no one knows them better than , I’ve even entrusted my own safety to them.

Hu Lang is a responsible young man, deserving of everyone’s trust…”

“Police brutality?

NO!

P·B is waging war against terrorists!

They’re protecting our safety, we should be grateful for that, not pointing at their noses and calling them madn.”

“Those innocent blacks?

Well, maybe…

But they didn’t die, I saw on the news just now that several guys were having a blast.

I think no one else in P·B’s position could have handled the situation any better, but Hu Lang dealt with it in a way that, to , seems quite normal.

Did he do sothing wrong?

If he were a police officer or FBI, he should indeed be fired.

But you should look at what he’s achieved, look at how many innocents he’s saved.

Can you imagine what would happen if those human bombs got into crowded areas?”

“Terrorists hate , but I’m not afraid of them.

The more they hate , the more Arica needs .

I’m not an incompetent bureaucrat like Rashiri, who, whenever you ask her if she has any plans to fight ISIS, always tells you, go check my website…

Do you know what I think?

I think she needs to be held responsible for those soldiers who sacrificed on the front lines because she’s the best undercover for ISIS.

Those headscarf-wearing folks just need to know how to use the internet, and they’ll know what we’re up to?

This is the most ludicrous thing I’ve ever seen, and what’s more incredible is that you dia actually take it for granted.

How can we win like this?”

“What would I do?

I’d take covert action, let our special forces sneak up on the terrorists like ninjas, and then wipe them out.

We’ve wasted too much money in the Middle East, it’s ti for a change!”

………

………

The black guy at the White House watched Donald on the TV blabbing away, he frowned and dialed a phone number…

“Pay attention to collecting public opinion indexes, I need so concrete data to decide how I’m going to face the dia’s questions.”

The assistant of the black president hung up the phone and carefully said to the man who was currently the most powerful person in the world, “Mr.

President, our dia director is waiting in the conference room…”

The black president folded his hands in front of his mouth and pondered for a long ti before saying, “I need to wait a few days…”

Upon hearing this, the assistant asked in surprise, “Sir, why?”

The black president looked at his assistant, shook his head slightly, and said, “Because right now, everyone wants to know just how determined we are to ensure their safety!

That Hu Lang saved a lot of people using hellish ans, including those guys he shot down, because they were surrounded by big bombs!

So, punishing P·B, if there is a new terrorist attack in the future, we will be questioned!”

Saying this, the black president flipped through the New York Tis in front of him, pursed his lips, shook his head, and said, “This Hu Lang acts without any scruples, but is very cunning.

He always seems to find and stimulate people’s concerns, and it seems he has a lot of friends…

Rashiri ordering the assassination of Eric Bent was a huge mistake!

Notify ‘those people’ to find a way to drive Hu Lang out of Arica.

With him around, Donald’s populism will be amplified.

Dirty bombs are important, but elections are more important.

If internal conflicts are provoked, we will lose control.

Shit, big-mouth Donald is a madman; we can’t let him tear Arica apart…”

…

Joe Ga woke up just in ti for lunch…

Having heard that a large number of black people had gathered outside, he very groundedly took a lunch box and went to the main entrance of the farm.

About a few hundred black people blocked the entrance of the farm, shaking protest slogans, and shouting loud chants…

“Black lives matter, hand over the Executioner!”

“Black lives matter, hand over the Executioner!”

…

Joe Ga walked with a line, eating and watching those black people shouting themselves hoarse…

On both sides of the farm gate stood several ard security guards and a few black n whose faces had been turned into pig heads by bean bags, sitting on the ground, hands tied behind their backs, receiving rough dical treatnt.

Joe Ga quickly finished the food in the lunch box, then cheerfully gestured for several soldiers to bring out lots of mineral water and placed it outside the farm, indicating the black guys could help themselves.

Then he nodded slightly amid the jeers of the large crowd of black people, turned around, got on the electric car, and returned inside the farm.

The ti isn’t ripe yet; let the situation fernt for a few days, then it will be a good ti to step forward and ‘take the bla’.

Otherwise, if we jump in too early, so people will feel that P·B ‘isn’t worth much’!

‘Taking the bla’ is a skillful task; the consequence of ineffective blaming is that there will be a next ti, while the result of effective blaming is that soone will owe you a favor.

These black people and those Bai Zuo saints are not the targets that Boss Qiao wants to win over; it’s the self-concerned individuals, even so sophisticated egoists, that Boss Qiao needs to woo.

It’s not about gaining any tangible benefits from them, but to ensure that when soone tries to ss with P·B like they did with Blackwater, the dia and public opinion won’t be one-sided.

Boss Joe doesn’t need to please everyone; he can’t do it!

It’s okay to have enemies!

Because having enemies ans having even more friends!

The scale of this protest should be bigger; Boss Joe needs to ‘take the bla’ in the spotlight, to garner sympathy from those who support P·B’s actions.

As for those black people…

Who cares!

Even they probably don’t care!

It’s just that P·B’s farm is too remote, and the security is too fierce, otherwise, these people would have already started looting.

When the electric car arrived at the building, Joe Ga saw Dorian and Spurs changed into new clothes, holding rifles heading outside.

He curiously said, “What’s going on?”

Dorian spread his hands and said, “Soone triggered the farm’s alarm; it must be those idiots trying to break in and cause damage.

We’re going to catch them…”

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga laughed and said, “Use toxin bullets, make them howl, then tell everyone this is just a warning…”

Dorian ‘hehe’ laughed and said, “That’s exactly what I was thinking…”

Joe Ga waved off Dorian and the others, then he found Thompson and said, “Co with to see Howard.

That guy’s boss should be giving him instructions.

I need to hear their ‘offer’, get a feel for their attitude, and then decide the intensity of our subsequent actions!”