From arms dealer to king of war

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

After taking off the equipment and taking a shower in the bathroom, Qiao Jia was about to go to sleep for a while when she saw Monica lying on the bed wearing a lace nightgown that was even sexier than wearing nothing at all, holding her head in one hand. , the other hand was playing with the skirt that was too short to be seen...

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

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

She doesn't need to conquer the world, she just needs to change her tricks to make Boss Qiao exhausted physically and mentally.

Qiao Jia was torn for a moment between physical fatigue and Monica who seemed to be radiating light, and honestly obeyed the guidance of instinct...

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

"Go ahead..."

"I think we should donate a sum of money to the Police Association and donate a few police cars to some police stations in need."

"You decide……"

"I received a lot of calls yesterday. The wife of the New York Police Commissioner invited me to attend their house party. I feel that the New York Police Headquarters does not want to make a big move...

So I thought, should we hold on to the evidence for now and just hand Boris over to the NYPD's internal affairs department? "

"You decide..."

Monica looked at Boss Qiao, who was insincere but gave his trust to him. She grabbed Boss Qiao's hand and put it on her chest, and put her face into Boss Qiao's neck.

Like a lazy cat, she gently stroked Boss Qiao's neck with the tip of her nose while letting out an extremely ambiguous gasp...

"Boss, I've gained a little weight recently, and I don't have enough clothes..."

"purchase……"

"Boss, I need to attend many important cocktail parties, and I still need some jewelry..."

"purchase……"

"Boss, I particularly like black diamonds. I also want a ring that looks like a devil bird..."

"Then you have to ask Nice, she is in charge of all my black diamonds..."

When Monica heard this, she looked up at Boss Qiao, who was looking at her with a half-smile. She took a bite out of Boss Qiao's face angrily, then sat up and flashed the poison needle ring on her index finger, and said, "Then I will be a black widow..."

Qiao Jia lowered his head and glanced 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, Qiao Jia reached out and patted Monica's butt, looked at the skylight 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 under his eyes, right? "

Monica listened, biting her index finger, and then murmured seductively, sliding the finger with the poison needle ring on her straight chest...

Feeling the boss's impulse, Monica chuckled proudly, lowered her head and kissed Boss Joe on the face, and then jumped out of bed happily...

Qiao Jia saw that Monica knew how to show off her most sexy part to him even when she was wearing clothes. He sighed and turned around and closed his eyes, silently reciting "color is emptiness" and slowly fell asleep.

While Boss Qiao was sleeping, reports outside about last night's operation began...

Reporter Wallace fired the first shot...

Before many media outlets had figured out how to report it, the Washington Post urgently printed a supplement to replace the front page, with the title "A Great Victory on Counter-Terrorism"...

As a war reporter with a background in the Black Army, Wallace stood unequivocally on the side of P.B.

It is stated clearly from the outset that this is the correct way to start the fight against terrorism.

45 lives, more than 200 niggas who need painkillers...

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

Four sets of assembled bomb vests, enough automatic weapons to arm dozens of people, and three terrifying shaped bombs.

A vicious terrorist was killed, more than a dozen child hostages were rescued, and four women who were kidnapped, beaten and tortured and forced to become suicide bombers were rescued...

The New York morning news media van has already arrived in New Jersey. Under the pressure of the unknown, the media just panned the cameras over the wailing black guys, occasionally focusing on some guys who were injected with morphine and looked like they were enjoying themselves... …

Then they interviewed Ressler, who was full of bubbles...

The current image of Resler is definitely that of a tired patriot who is concerned about his country and his people.

When interviewed by the media, he first expressed that it was not convenient to disclose too much inside information.

Then he expressed satisfaction with last night's harvest and expressed his gratitude to P·B for assisting the FBI in solving the terrorist crisis.

The whole interview was full of harmony!

Of course, not all media outlets have been greeted. Regardless of Boss Joe’s sphere of influence, some are media newspapers that want “big news,” especially black media.

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

A large number of black people carried protest signs and began to rush to P·B Farm!

At ten o'clock in the morning, when dozens of black guys gathered at the gate of P.B.'s farm and started shouting slogans, the "black light" in the white house had no choice but to hold a press conference...

Faced with questions from media reporters of the same skin color, this black man expressed his concern with a solemn expression. Then he seemed to be greatly stimulated, refused the follow-up interview and turned around to leave the lawn...

As soon as this nigger left the sight of the media, he took out his phone and called the Secretary of Homeland Security...

"Tell that jackal to get out of here, he's got me into big trouble!"

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"Yes, I know the purpose of his actions, and I know the importance of counter-terrorism. Don't forget who killed this LD.

But the jackal got me into big trouble. What could I say to the media? "

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“I don’t need you to fucking teach me how to deal with the media, give me a warning, if he resorts to such drastic measures, I will make him pay!

No one can protect him! "

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After listening to the story on the phone, Brother Black suddenly frowned. After hanging up the phone, he turned on the TV with the remote control and notified his assistant to bring him the Washington Post.

On the TV, Big Mouth 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 without hesitation...

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

"Violent law enforcement?

NO! P·B is at war with terrorists!

They are keeping us safe, and we should be grateful for that instead of pointing our finger in his nose and calling him a lunatic. "

“Those innocent black people?

Well, maybe…

But they are not dead. When I was watching the news just now, I saw that several guys were already in high spirits.

I don't think anyone who switches to P·B's position would be able to handle the situation at that time, but Jackal dealt with the problem in a way that seemed normal to me.

Was he wrong?

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

But you should look at his gains and see how many innocent people he saved.

Do you dare to imagine what would happen if those suicide bombers walked into the crowd? "

"Terrorists hate me, but I'm not afraid of them. The more they hate me, the more America needs me.

I'm not an incompetent bureaucrat like Lahiri. Whenever you ask her what her plans are to fight Isis, she tells you to go to my website...

Do you know what I think?

I think she needs to take responsibility for the soldiers who died on the front line because she was Isis's best undercover agent.

Those guys in turbans only need to know the Internet to know what our people are up to?

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

How can we win like this? "

"How would I handle it?

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

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

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The black guy in the white house watched the big-mouthed Tang Da on TV and made a phone call with a frown...

"Pay attention to collecting public opinion index. I need some actual data to decide how I will face the media's questions."

Brother Black's assistant put down the phone, looked at the most powerful man in the world, and said carefully: "Mr. President, our media director is waiting in the conference room..."

Brother Black put his hands together to support his mouth. After thinking for a long time, he said, "I need to wait a few days..."

When the assistant heard this, he was surprised and said: "Sir, why?"

Brother Hei looked at the assistant, shook his head slightly and said, "Because now everyone wants to know how determined we are to maintain their safety!

That jackal used hellish means to save a lot of people, even the guys he shot down because they had big bombs next to them!

Punishing P·B for this will cause us to be questioned once a new terrorist attack occurs in the future! "

As he spoke, the black guy flipped through the New York Post in front of him. He pursed his lips and shook his head, saying, "This jackal acts unscrupulously, but he is very cunning. He always seems to be able to find and inspire people to care about, and he It seems that I have many friends...

Lahiri's mission to assassinate Eric Bent was a huge mistake!

Inform 'those people' and ask them to find a way to drive the jackals out of the United States. With this guy here, Donald's plan to inspire populism will be amplified.

Dirty bombs are important, but elections are more important. If this continues, once domestic conflicts are aroused, things will get out of control.

Shit, Big Mouth Donald is a psychopath, we can’t let him tear America apart..."

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It was already lunch time when Qiao Jia woke up...

Hearing that a large group of black people had gathered outside, Qiao Jia walked to the main entrance of the farm with a lunch box in his hands.

About a few hundred black people blocked the gate of the farm, waving protest signs and shouting slogans loudly...

“Black lives matter, hand over the executioner!”

“Black lives matter, hand over the executioner!”

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Qiao Jia held the lunch box and followed the line. While eating, he looked at the black people who were shouting with thirst...

On both sides of the farm gate stood a dozen security guards with guns, and a dozen black men who had been beaten into pig heads by bean bullets. They were sitting 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 a few mouthfuls, and then smiled and motioned to a few soldiers to bring out a large amount of mineral water and placed it outside the farm for the black brothers to help themselves.

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

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

Otherwise, if you jump too early, some people will think that P·B is ‘not valuable’!

"Taking the blame" is a very skillful job. The consequence of ineffective taking of the blame is that there will be a next time, but the result of effective taking of the blame is that someone wants to take the favor.

These black people and those white saints are not the ones that Boss Qiao wants to win over. Those who care about their own safety, and even some refined egoists, are the ones that Boss Qiao needs to win over.

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

Boss Qiao doesn’t need to please everyone, and he can’t do that either!

Don’t be afraid of enemies!

Because only by having enemies can we have more friends!

The scale of this kind of protest should be larger. Boss Joe needs to take the blame in the public eye and make people who support the P.B action sympathize with him. As for those black people...

who cares!

They probably don’t even care!

That is to say, P·B's farm is too remote and the security here is too fierce, otherwise these people would have started buying for zero dollars.

When the battery car drove to the small building, Qiao Jia saw Dorian and Spurs changing their 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..."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Jia smiled and said: "Use poison bullets to make them howl, and then tell everyone that this is just a warning..."

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

Qiao Jia 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 'offer', get a feel for the attitude of those people, and then decide the intensity of subsequent actions! "