King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 978 - 875: Unite

Chapter 978 -875: Unite

Joe Ga looked at the massive venue, which quieted down again amid a round of applause…

He said with a smile, “You should know the significance of being here!

You are going to elect a President with your own hands, a President who can be influenced by you, who will watch out for your interests.

Then, he will build a well-functioning government for you!

The Presidential election in America is brutal, because there can only be one President!

Everyone says that the American government is controlled by interest groups…

And that’s actually true!

No one can look after everyone’s interests, and no one can make everyone happy; the President is no exception.

For those top interest groups in Washington and special interest groups for globalization, the victory of the American election determines the direction of trillions of US Dollars.

But actually, the same is true for you!

Unfortunately, that money didn’t belong to you in the past…

Excessive financialization and a massive influx of illegal immigrants have drained the blood of this nation.

The catastrophes brought about by the ruling faction have covered your workplaces, factories, farms, companies…

They have plundered your wealth!

You were powerless…

The insurmountable barriers they set up for education!

You were powerless…

Turning hospitals and pharmaceutical companies into money-making tools!

You were still powerless…

They stuffed that money into the pockets of a few large companies and political entities!

But you were just powerless…”

Joe Ga looked at the crowd as the applause died down, and as anger started brewing among the people, he waved his hand forcefully and said, “This is a struggle about the very survival of you all!

This country is sick, and you now have the opportunity to save it!

Cast your votes for a President of your own, to prove that this is a free country…

To say no to those greedy, shameless, despicable bastards who ignore your demands!”

“Whoosh…”

Joe Ga waved his hand to quiet the excited crowd, then continued, “The Raritan Family’s political machine is entrenched in the center of your rights.

Those who have seen the emails should know the chilling deeds Rashiri has done…

Of course, I still love her, because without her there would be no Hu Lang today, no P·B today.

But to be honest, she deserves to be locked up!

The weapons that the Raritan Family has deployed in America are the news industry and media groups.

Many media companies are on their side, giving them immense power of speech.

Anyone who challenges their control is branded as a sexist, racist, xenophobe.

They will lie, and lie, and then they will become even worse.

For example, they’ve made me out to be an executioner, a thug, a madman…

I know I am not, and you know how many people I’ve helped with what I’ve done.

So now we all know, they are liars!”

While speaking, Joe Ga rubbed his face forcefully and said seriously, “Guys, your civilization has come to a crossroads…

You should feel lucky to be born in America, the strongest country in the world.

You have a chance to correct mistakes every four years, to vote for a President you trust, without outside interference, to lead you to victory.

As long as you stand united, you can take back your country.

As long as you stand united, you can tear through the net that obscures your skies, allowing sunlight to shine back into your homes and lives.

As long as you stand united, you will definitely win!

Listen to me, let Big Mouth Tang have a try!

Because as long as you stay united, the fate of this nation, the fate of your families, will be in your own hands.

It’s you who can drive out the corrupt regime!

It’s still you who can save this country!”

With Joe Ga’s firm and forceful narration, the atmosphere on site was completely electrified…

Americans are extremely susceptible to being stirred up, especially these staunch supporters brought in by Big Mouth Tang’s team, because they are very dissatisfied with the current situation.

Joe Ga looked at Big Mouth Tang not far behind him, who was swinging his arms vigorously, roaring loudly as if he had won a championship…

He raised his microphone with a smile and said, “Do you trust me?”

With a question, Joe Ga ignited the emotions on site, and that middle-aged cowboy at the very front, with a fierce expression, swung his fists and led the loud shout, “Believe…”

“Believe…”

“Believe…”

At this moment, Joe Ga, completely stealing the show, pointed at Big Mouth Tang and said, “Then let’s give Big Mouth Tang a try; we have to tell the whole world, we are the ones who decide the destiny of this country…

Can you do it?”

“Can…”

“Can…”

“Can…”

The massive chant swept down Broadway like a huge wave…

Joe Ga’s image appeared on the giant screen in Times Square, and people instinctively stopped to listen to the shouts in the background of the image…

“I believe, we can!”

No campaign is complete without a catchy slogan!

With a single speech, Boss Joe stole all the limelight, turning the tables and creating his own slogan.

He couldn’t possibly run for president, but in that moment, he harnessed the traffic bought by the Team Big Mouth, forming his own influence.

Facing Boss Joe, Big Mouth has no capital to breach the contract before he fully consolidates his power!

…………

Monica’s beautiful eyes shone brightly as she looked at Boss Joe’s tall figure, and with a ‘yelp’, she collapsed onto Kitten’s shoulder, saying, “I want him…”

Kitten rolled her eyes and pushed her sister’s head, saying, “Shit, you need to make yourself look like a normal person right now, not a cat in heat.”

Steven stood up fervently applauding and hugged Eric beside him with all his might…

“FUCK, Hu Lang is the one who should run for president, he’d tear all the competitors to shreds!”

Eric slapped Steven on the back with force and laughed, “Running for president costs too much money, our boss probably won’t like that, considering being the King of Sangha Town is way more profitable than being president.

Buddy, we’re really going to win this time!”

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“We won!”

In a luxurious log cabin at a leisure farm just outside Washington…

The 56-year-old Alicia Alexander stood up with a glass of red wine and danced light-footed steps, inviting her husband William Alexander to join her…

Medical Major General William Alexander, watching Joe Ga’s spirited image on the projector, stood up and spun his wife around in his arms a few times, then sighed and said, “I still remember the first time I saw Hu Lang at the Waldorf Hotel…

Back then, he was a bit green, but now…”

Alicia turned back and snuggled into her husband’s arms, wrapped in his embrace…

“The moment I saw Hu Lang, I knew he would be somebody big.

Because he’s as combative as a lion, protective, and clear-headed without being greedy!”

As she spoke, Alicia glanced at her homosexual son who was playing with a computer in the dining room and sighed in resignation, “How nice it would be if I had a daughter?

Why does Jemma have to hang herself on that guy from TC…”

William Alexander kissed his wife’s forehead and smiled, “We’re good as we are now, Hu Lang has proven himself to be the most loyal.

Jemma has achieved great success in Central Africa, she’ll be back in America in a couple of years, her future is incredibly bright…”

With that, William Alexander gave a glance at his handsome gay son nearby and smiled, “Adam isn’t bad either; he’s partnered up with a guy named Eric and started an international law firm, there’s nothing wrong with being a civil rights lawyer helping refugees with immigration cases.”

Alicia rolled her eyes at the mention of ‘civil rights lawyer’…

Looking at Joe Ga on the projector, she laughed, “Let Adam intern with Hu Lang’s private attorney at Valkyrie for a while; otherwise he’ll be eaten alive by life and work eventually.

The men from P·B have a strong masculine vibe; maybe Adam is just confused, perhaps he likes ‘Tough Guy’ women?

We’ve strived our entire lives; the Alexander surname and our legacy must be passed on.

Do we really expect that jerk of an emergency physician TC to have extraordinary kids?”

William Alexander doesn’t think someone who could graduate from medical school is an idiot, but in this household, ‘opposing TC’ is politically correct.

He nodded vigorously and said, “I think so too; when Jemma comes back from Central Africa, I’ll arrange for TC to go to Presbyterian Hospital.

That way, Jemma will see that PJ is just average amongst real doctors.”

Alicia knew upon hearing that William Alexander actually had high hopes for TC; otherwise, he wouldn’t bother pulling strings to send him to the top-notch Presbyterian Hospital.

Thinking about the make-up of her own family, she sighed in resignation and said, “Let’s go with that, I’m going to rest a bit, are you coming?”

Hearing this, William Alexander laughed and said, “Of course, my queen…”

…………

In a luxurious apartment in downtown Washington…

Rashiri flipped everything on the table into disarray, the excessive hyaluronic acid giving her slightly stiff apple cheeks a twisted appearance.

“Can’t let that damn Hu Lang go to Oregon, make him disappear…”

…………

Inside Washington prison…

Aaron, living in a single cell and dining on steak while watching Joe Ga triumph on TV, shook his head in annoyance and called his wife…

“Hey, honey, we’re safe now, do you want a big house?”

“………”

“Oh, it’s alright; I now have ample liquid funds, if Hu Lang’s lover can afford a 20-million-dollar mansion, why not my wife?

Darling, go buy anything you want; your husband is now CEO of a mega-corporation…”

“………”

As Aaron was about to speak, another phone rang, he picked it up and suddenly laughed, “Dear, go get yourself an expensive and pretty piece of jewelry.

I’ll have an asshole pick up the tab for you, he’s in trouble now, haha…”