Reborn American Giants

In the dimly lit bar booth, in the darkness, Damiani took out a tissue from time to time and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His eyes were full of nervousness and uneasiness. Victor's next words made him feel even more nervous.

.

"Damiani, I assure you, this is not a trick on my part, nor am I trying to tease you. When I found out about this, I already told my old friend that this must never be leaked.

," Victor told lies without blinking, what the hell old friend, this is completely a "non-existent old friend" that he made up based on the information investigated by Ato, just so that his words can

There is only one source.

But now it seems that Damiani's attention is not focused on this "old friend" with many shortcomings. His slightly embarrassed and nervous laughter passed into Victor's ears, "Ah ha ha ha...

Victor, I assure you, there's nothing wrong...no problem at all. Of course, I

It's a bit silly to do this. I'm very grateful to you for explaining it to me. I can completely explain this matter clearly. It's very simple. Sometimes our police actions involve a lot of shady expenses in private, such as the expenses of informants.

Or maybe give some reporter who’s criticizing our police a drink or something,”

Damiani's explanation was fast, as if he had rehearsed it in advance, "Look, an expense like this, accumulated over time, is also a big expense. Frankly speaking, my salary has to bear such an expense."

I really can’t afford the expenses. In order to carry out the work smoothly and be better responsible for the safety of the people, these expenses are necessary and correct. No matter who asks me, I can tell you this frankly.

he."

Such nonsense can only coax the big men above who are not good at practical matters. Victor said that he did not believe a word of it, but what he said next went against his inner thoughts, "Oh, Dammy

Yanni, I don't mean to question you. Of course I believe you are a very upright person.

, However, other people will not believe you like me. They will not hesitate to use the greatest malice to suspect you and attack you, just like Director Band of the General Administration. He can’t wait to sharpen his knife and look at you.

He was roaming around looking for the place to cut the knife. He will definitely not believe what you said."

Damiani was panting heavily, like a runner who had run a marathon of tens of thousands of meters and would fall to the ground in the next step.

There was a meaningful smile on Victor's face, "Don't worry, Damiani, I will help you speak good words. There is nothing to be afraid of, as long as you have my support behind you."

Victor knew very well what he was doing. He knew that a "drowning" person's mind was full of the struggle for life and the fear of death. For the fat man in front of him, ruining his political future would be worse than killing him.

To be serious, this person desires fame and fortune and expects greater achievements. Only with strong support behind him can he achieve his goals. He cannot lose all this.

"As long as you have my support behind you," the words echoed in Damiani's mind, and the voice-over was, "Otherwise, just go and die." The fear of losing power was like a boundless tide that drowned him.

His neck seemed to be strangled by someone, and he let out a low groan.

It's time, Victor thought, it's time to hand him a life-saving straw.

"Dear Damiani, I witnessed with my own eyes the downfall of Councilor Filiagas. Countless people were murdered in the political game by those unfounded rumors. It was a murder in the corridors of the city council building. "There are so many corpses at the scene," Victor's words were full of sighs, "Maybe people just have misunderstandings about your spending arrangements, or maybe it's because your boss, Director Bender, doesn't like you, something like that. For such a small reason, you will be benched or simply kicked out. If this happens, it will be a tragedy. If I let them treat a police officer with outstanding merits like this, I will never forgive myself."

"What should I do?" Damiani murmured, his words full of hesitation and helplessness.

"What to do? It's very simple. Damiani, what you need most now is to have a strong supporter in the inner circle of the city council. My suggestion is that you just trust me completely. At this critical moment, as your friend, I will be very willing to speak for you."

These words completely achieved the effect Victor wanted. Damiani forcefully sat up with his fat body. The friction between his extraordinary weight and the leather made a crunching sound. He couldn't wait to pick up the wine glass on the table. , sucking the wine in the glass vigorously, Victor watched all this with cold eyes.

"Uh... help me... Victor, I need your help. If those villains know all this, they will not let me go... They are all a group of villains, yes, insidious and treacherous villains... ..." Damiani seemed a little incoherent. He blurted out all these complaints very quickly, making him look so innocent in front of Victor.

"Well, don't worry," Victor said softly, "Dear Damiani, I'm here to help you."

"That's great, Victor."

"I will not allow them to drive out a capable person like you," whispered in the ears, Victor is like a devil tempting humans to sign a contract, full of heart-pounding fatal attraction, "I will be truthful Explain to those who question you the legitimacy and necessity of using public funds, and I will also say hello to my friends on the budget committee and ask them to further increase the number of people like the Santa Tecla City Bureau who care about The funding for the public security unit ensures that you will be able to devote yourself wholeheartedly to the cause of serving the people without any worries."

"You know I'd be grateful."

"However, all this is not without cost."

"Please tell me, Victor, I will be totally devastated," Damiani almost raised his hands and swore. In the darkness, Victor couldn't see the expression on his face. If he could see it, he could see it. The piety above is like a most devout believer who was attending mass in church and then saw God descending in front of him with colorful light and saving his soul.

But even if he saw it, Victor would sneer. If the politicians' promises can be believed, then it's really a ghost. Unfortunately, Victor is not interested in Damiani, so it's just a ghost.

"No, no, no, I don't need you to be stupid or anything like that, and I'm not setting you up for anything, Damiani, please believe me, we are friends, right? As friends, I help you, you help me, we

Isn’t it normal for everyone to help each other?”

"Yes, yes," Damiani said repeatedly. The more Victor didn't say what he needed, the more he couldn't let go for a moment.

"But to be honest, since Director Bender dislikes you so much, it just so happens that the director and I have some fundamental differences in our understanding of certain matters. Dear Damiani, you

You must understand what I'm talking about, don't you? You have been in the San Salvador police system for so long, and you must have some information about Chief Band. If others knew it, it would definitely be very "exciting" news, wouldn't it?

?”

Hearing Victor's insinuations, Damiani, who was extremely sensitive at the moment, trembled. Of course he understood what Victor meant. Wasn't this meant to deal with Bande, the police chief of San Salvador? "This..." he hesitated.

Said: "Director Band has the support of the Farben family behind him and is very powerful. We... are not, I...?"

"Haha, Damiani, who said "we" are going to deal with Director Bender?" Victor laughed. The fat man wanted to retreat and dream, but now Victor had put the knife on his neck and couldn't help it.

He said, "You know, I have a lot of friends, something like

Good citizens like Bossano Bulbus, the owner of the Bulbus Media and Newspaper Group, have always been dedicated to letting the public know the details of the political arena. They will let the public know everything they should know.

.Besides, we don’t like him, right?”

"Victor, I really don't know how to thank you."

"You will know, Damiani, you will know..."