America 1982-Chapter 564 - 117: An Old Friend Calls_3

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Chapter 564: Chapter 117: An Old Friend Calls_3

But after he finished speaking and saw that Tommy remained unmoved, he showed an expression of disbelief. Although he still insisted verbally, his tone had loosened somewhat, "This can’t possibly be true."

"It had better not be true, otherwise if it really comes to light one day, I can’t even imagine how passive you would be." Tommy said to David, "He’s your follower, he’s done a lot of your dirty work, and you can’t disassociate yourself from him. Knowing full well he’s a pile of shit yet still reaching out to help him, just to prevent him from spilling some little secrets."

"I will look into it, and if it’s true..." David Kennedy stood up, walked over to the telephone, and dialed a number. After giving a few instructions to the person on the other end, he hung up and said to Tommy,

"I’ll castrate the bastard for his wife."

Outside the door, Page came in and stood behind Tommy, speaking in a low voice, "There’s a call from a Mr. Charles Salmon. He said if it’s convenient, he’d like to have a drink with you in Washington, on behalf of SSD."

Tommy heard Page and nodded expressionlessly, then stood up to embrace David Kennedy, who was still deeply contemplating the happiness and loyalty of his seemingly perfect family life and trying to figure out what went wrong with his loyal subordinate who played cop by day and criminal by night. After that, Tommy took his leave.

Only after exiting the law offices of David Kennedy and getting into his car did Tommy pick up his phone to call Susan, "Find a biracial girl to come forward, bravely telling the American people how Fox violated her, and have Lawyer Delia Kase accompany her to the public. BT Television and VOX News will arrange various interviews."

Tommy didn’t wait for Susan to ask and hung up. He then called Jim Manzi, "How’s the digging into KeyBank’s scandal by those financial journalists coming along? Good, let Wolfe Tuck apply pressure to stop their work, create an opportunity for the journalists to join FOX News with their half-baked investigation reports. We must ensure that when we and the opposition go to battle, both sides appear to be holding each other’s balls."

"Headed to the airport?" Page asked, his hands on the steering wheel, after Tommy hung up.

Tommy shook his head, "No, first I want to see Jeff pull out the steel balls and wooden board during his acceptance speech, putting a perfect end to my vacation. Then I’ll meet with Charles. I have to make sure Jason can’t beat me. Speaking of Jason, how’s his business doing lately?"

"I think before Jeff pulls out the steel balls and the wooden board during his inauguration speech at Congress, you and another group are not as attractive as him," Page replied with a smile, "He called the other day asking me to remind you of his boast that he and Susy designed a line of erotic lingerie that’s driving the city’s men wild, and the business for women has improved by thirty percent. He and Susy are planning to patent it and mass market it to all brothels and private clubs across America."

"What kind of lingerie can make women’s business thirty percent better than usual? Clothes with no cover at all?" Tommy asked with suspicion written all over his face, "Are you sure that guy isn’t just blowing smoke?"

"I’m pretty sure he’s not, because George, who just happened to be on a business trip to Sacramento, gave it a try," Page said somewhat exasperatedly, "Jason and Susy designed a cleverly made centaur erotic costume. Once a woman puts it on, she becomes a beautiful centaur, and while the man can ride on the woman’s back, she can turn her head at the perfect angle to blow him."

After hearing this, Tommy first stared dumbfounded for a good while, then vigorously rubbed his face, "Otherwise, let’s consider heading to the airport, flying to Sacramento to experience what it feels like to ride on a centaur’s back while receiving a blowjob? F*ck! How could Stanford University breed such a degenerate like Jason! Four years of computer science, just to help Korean men lure prostitutes for fat women to marry and get green cards, and turn Korean women into half-centaurs to be ridden?"