Chapter 1114: Chapter 555: I Have a Friend Who Can Fly a Plane—
California, Oakland.
One of the United States’ notorious violent cities, with a cri rate that’s quite high.
Especially after Victor launched the war on drugs, this city near the xico border went completely mad.
It’s a typical no man’s land.
Drug traffickers and local biker gangs have turned it into what they claim is paradise.
Most importantly, the U.S. Governnt here has long been out of control, and now the active military organization here is called — the Black Panther Party!
Their headquarters is set up right here.
From October 1966 when Huey Newton and Bobby Seale founded it until it disbanded in 1982, they were active here.
And the current leader, Eldridge Cleaver, was the forr Minister of Information. Of course, he hopes to co to the organization’s “Holy Land” to continue developnt.
Even after responding to Bramo’s ard uprising, he’s proclaid more than once on television to establish a “Black regi”!
Honestly speaking, the Black Panther Party is fundantally not socialist, but rather… Black radicalism, a very narrow ideology.
Even if the xican think tank is crafting his image, trying to mold him into a Martin Luther King, do you know what this guy did right after seizing Oakland?
Chose a consort!
He damn well asked the xican advisor, “Can I be the Emperor?”
The advisor was stunned.
My brother.
You African bug, Arican with a French soul…
You still want to be Emperor?
The Supre Leader next door doesn’t dare take this step, and you dare to think so?
Do you know who the last U.S. Emperor was?
Roosevelt!
What a joke!
But Eldridge Cleaver is like a compliant mule, you have to go along with his words. After repeated admonitions, the advisor managed to put out the fire, but Cleaver began to harbor resentnt towards the xicans…
Believing the xican advisor was sent to spy on him.
Since the end of 1992, he started withdrawing his lines, looking sowhat passive.
Not enthusiastic at all.
Hiding in his mansion by the shores of Lake rritt, who knows what he’s up to.
Maybe so piston action.
On the huge balcony of the villa…
Eldridge Cleaver and his two younger brothers, along with a dozen others including cousins, were lying there completely naked.
On the table nearby, you could see tools for drug use.
When soone gets high, gender doesn’t matter, chaos ensues.
It’s just a sight for sore eyes!
They’re all family, dammit!!!
The Black Dog surely stands alongside Indians as the world’s “two odd species”, one can’t control the front, the other can’t control the back; one sprays everywhere, the other sprays wherever.
Damn it, screw you.
Victor definitely doesn’t know, if he did, all hell would break loose?
His skull would blow up.
Thump-thump—
Suddenly urgent footsteps sounded, Eldridge Cleaver, lying in the arms of his cousin, slowly opened his eyes, his face flushed, evidently just satisfied.
Saw a confidant rush in, eyes wide, sowhat panic-stricken, “Boss, Frigga Ackman is here!”
Upon hearing the na, the Black Panther Party leader, originally half-squinting, imdiately opened his eyes, flustered!
He jumped up, nearly kneeled from weak legs.
“Quick! Clean this up quickly.” His voice was sowhat hoarse as he shouted.
Frigga Ackman is the xican advisor, like an imperial envoy.
If he saw this scene, he’d definitely cut off Black Panther’s supplies, and without supplies to sell to the Haitian Gang? How would he make a fortune?!
Seeing his cousin still dawdling, he gave a swift kick, “Clean up quickly!”
Then told his confidant, “Go get the curtain to cover this place, don’t let him see.”
Hurriedly put on pants, yanked the zipper hard.
“Ow! Shit!!!”
Snagged his privates.
The pain made Eldridge Cleaver break into a trademark Michael Jackson dance on the spot.
And footsteps were already at the door, his face changed, he put on shoes and rushed out to greet.
Closed the balcony door.
Took a deep breath, and went to et.
Saw a slightly overweight man, about 170 cm tall, walk in, the most striking feature at first glance was his eyes.
A pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes.
If he had a beard, good gracious…
He’d be the ambassador of sphincters in no ti.
He is Frigga Ackman!
Belonging to a departnt under the xican Military Departnt and General Staff.
“Overseas Advisory Bureau.”
Mainly provides tactical and ideological support for military forces with xican background.
This group also includes the advisors to Guatemala’s communist movent.
As soon as he ca in, his face carried a heavy dissatisfaction and urge, “Mr. Eldridge, may I ask where the Black Panther army is?”
“Why aren’t they advancing according to the scheduled plan!”
“Don’t you know we need to draw U.S. Military attention…”
Mid-sentence, Frigga Ackman suddenly stopped, sniffed, frowned, “What’s that sll?”
Eldridge Cleaver’s face changed, he quickly sidestepped the topic, hunched over, and began to complain, “The Black Panther Party suffers, we lack food and weapons.”
“Didn’t we supply you with a huge batch of aid!?”
But Eldridge Cleaver, with his kind of bold-faced lying, had his excuses, “We recruited a lot of people, when Arican Black people see our banner, they’re all welcod, we’ve had thousands more all at once.”
Siphoning off the payroll is practically an old tradition.
Even now with salaries paid into bank accounts, there’s payroll siphoning within the U.S. Military too.
If you don’t leech, I don’t leech, how does Commissioner Smith leech?
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