America 1982-Chapter 420 - 58: What’s the problem?_2

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"You’ve been under a lot of pressure lately," Tommy handed the gun to the coach and glanced at the assorted sizes of animal carcasses before asking Susan, who was fumbling between the large and small pockets of her hunting gear.

Without looking up, Susan said, "It’s manageable."

Clueless Sophia obviously counted Susan’s hunting achievements as her own, despite having killed only a rabbit with the help of the coach’s cat-like assistance—and then spent a long time vomiting by the tree trunk next to the poor rabbit’s carcass. Yet, that didn’t stop her from excitedly running to the other returnees to compare their catch, boastfully claiming she and Susan had bagged a total of seventeen animals together.

Tommy took out his cigarettes, went over to stop Susan from her rummaging, handed her a pack, and then lit it for her, "Is hanging out with those girls wearing you out?"

Susan exhaled a satisfying plume of smoke and nudged a whitetail deer carcass with her boot, looking at Tommy, "I always thought people who enjoyed war and killing were perverts or warmongers, until today, when I hunted with a gun for the first time. It felt amazing, a huge stress reliever. I even felt like a strand of my soul followed the bullet towards the prey, experiencing the moment it got hit."

Tommy nodded thoughtfully and walked with her towards the leisure area.

"I told you, you need the same way to relieve stress as Holly—let Mark arrange it for you. He can definitely find you an Aladdin Genie who will do anything you want in bed and disappear at dawn. You can’t possibly deal with work during the day and then squeeze in time to fly to a hunting ground for a massacre at night, unless you turn Los Angeles into your hunting ground and go on a shooting spree along the streets," said Tommy, finding a comfortable seat and taking a sip of lemonade as he spoke to Susan across from him.

Hearing Tommy’s words, Susan laughed softly, looking down, "Do I look like someone who could easily turn into a psycho shooter?"

"I think it’s necessary to bring Jason and his girlfriend to see you after returning to California," Tommy passed her a glass of water and calmly looked into Susan’s eyes as he spoke.

Susan shrugged indifferently, "I don’t think it’s worth wasting time on that."

"Miss, didn’t you check the wounds on your game? Five bullets for a young deer?" Tommy said, looking at the carcasses.

"Four, the one in the head was shot by the coach," Susan corrected.

"When is your flight back to California with Vanessa?" asked Tommy.

"Tomorrow."

"After I get back to California, I’ll arrange for you to meet with Jason and his girlfriend. Trust me, she almost brainwashed me once. Before I met her, I always thought it was unlikely there’d be someone with a better mindset than mine," Tommy lit a cigarette, looking at Susan:

"I guarantee you’ll be as shocked as I was, and since she’s a woman, you can discuss issues with her that might be uncomfortable to talk about with male friends."

"You rarely praise a woman."

"That’s true, I suspect Jason actually covets me, but he knows I’m unlikely to be gay and be with him. So you can imagine, that guy tried his best to find a female version of Tommy Hawk to be his girlfriend," Tommy said with certainty:

"He must have thought that."

"You’re convinced that a female version of you could help me? Alright," Susan flicked the ash from her cigarette, "I just imagined Jason and you together in bed, and suddenly the pressure seems unimportant, dealing with psychological shadows seems more urgent."

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The week-long vacation flew by in the blink of an eye, and Tony returned to ship with his comrades. However, the person who found it hardest to see them go wasn’t Ashley, not Colin Senior, not Mr. Hurl, but Martin.

Martin didn’t know what others thought, but this week was the happiest vacation of his life.

He personally saw off the now-familiar officers aboard the ship, and upon returning to the estate, Tommy’s car was already parked outside. Dorothy and the servants were loading packed luggage into the three SUVs nearby. Martin opened the Cadillac door where Page was sitting, climbed into the passenger seat, and morosely removed his jewelry from his hands and neck, throwing them into the storage box. He glanced at Page, who held the steering wheel with both hands, absorbed in the classical music playing on the car’s stereo, and sighed, "This vacation felt like a dream to me."

But Mr. Page paid him no mind, as if lost in the music, so Martin directly reached out and turned off the stereo.

Then Mr. Page snapped out of his musical reverie.

"Crackle crackle~"

"Ahh~"

The car became quiet again.

Martin glared at Page, gritting his teeth in anger, "You’ve seen my guys, Page, haven’t you? I must remind you, any one of them could easily press your head down single-handedly and make your mouth kiss your own ass! I’m not anymore..."

"Crackle crackle~"

"Ahh~"

"OK~ I made seventy grand, and if you don’t tase me, I’ll generously give you five... three hundred bucks."

"Next time you flirt with Mr. Page, can you do it when I’m not around?" The front windshield came down, revealing Tommy’s face.

"Shit~" Martin cursed, quickly squeezing out a smile and said to Tommy, "I thought you, boss, weren’t in a hurry to get on."

Tommy looked at Martin, "Where’s my credit card?"

Martin took out the credit card, glanced at it reluctantly, then handed it back to Tommy, "Rich people make money so easily, boss. I took your card and did nothing, and I made seventy grand from Spike Lee."

"How does it feel to be a big shot?"

"Fantastic."

"I think you’ll be a real big shot one day." Tommy said with a smile as he put away his credit card.

Martin’s eyes lit up, "Are you saying that Mr. Hawk has already acknowledged me as his adopted son, and that there’s a chance he would hand over the BT Television Network to me to carry on?"

"Something like that. Actually, my father said that he would hand over the mill on this estate to you to manage, your descendants could be the millers of the Hawk Family from generation to generation," Tommy nodded.

"What about those bodyguards and drivers of yours that look quite scary? Sophia said they’re from a black extremist group?"

Hearing Tommy’s misunderstanding about his New York underlings, Martin immediately began to explain,

"No, no, no, boss, they’re good people, not any kind of extremist group, that’s a slander by White people. They just defend the black community from White harm, they don’t deal drugs, don’t kill, they don’t even break the law when driving." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"The longer the silence, the more explosive the force when it erupts," Tommy said. "I’ll have Sophia talk to you about this issue when she’s not busy."

Martin asked, puzzled, "What issue?"

"To have you donate to them so that they continue to keep silent." After saying this, Tommy closed the partition.

Page held the taser, "Let’s continue with the issue we were discussing."

"What was the topic?" Martin repeated the question.

"You said, if I stop tasering you, you’d give me three hundred out of the seventy grand." Page turned his face toward Martin; on that face that seemed paralysed, his lips moved:

"I’m more curious to know, if I keep tasering you, how much you plan to give me."