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Chapter 657 Who dares to judge me?

At five o'clock in the morning, some people are still swimming in dreams, while others have already gotten up to work.

But the person working there was neither the president nor the secretary of state, just a cook at an estate.

Gareth doesn't get up at 5am every day to get ready for work, but only when his employer wants to eat something unusual.

At this time, no helpers are allowed in his kitchen.

Even if everyone knows what he is doing at this time, they think that as long as they are not involved, they are not clear and stay out of the matter.

Gareth is forty-three years old, a standard white male, with a happy family and lush chest hair.

He is tall and strong, and the muscles in his arms are extremely developed, thicker than ordinary people's thighs.

The autumn morning is a bit chilly.

But Gareth still wore a vest and black trousers when he left the room where he lived.

No federal Secret Service security personnel were stationed here, only a van parked outside the iron gate.

The tiles on the roof shine in the sun, as if telling the vicissitudes of distant years.

Speaking of this, Rhodes couldn't help but complain: "Our Mr. William's taste is getting more and more unique."

Rhodes patted his chest and said proudly: "We know Mr. William's taste. We imported it from Venezuela. His name is Luke Greenbank. We spent a lot of money to make him so juicy~"

The person who lives in this mansion is the 42nd president.

Gareth dropped the sack on the ground and turned to close the door.

If he wanted to make public the scandalous thing he did in the mansion, he would probably be discovered the next day and die unexpectedly on the street.

It's not that I have no conscience, it's just that the enemy is too powerful.

It was not a building of the same level as the simple wooden house he lived in.

Gareth answered casually, reached out and grabbed Luke's hair, and roughly pulled it towards the large iron basin in front of the faucet.

Gareth turned around, stepped forward and pinched the man's face, then quickly pulled the sack down to the bottom and stretched out his hand to take a look.

A Caucasian-looking man with a shaved head and goshawk tattoos on his arms and neck, indicating his gang membership, leaned out of the driver's window.

A group called Manhattan has broken into our territory, and the boss is fighting with them. "

Flying in the sky, swimming in the sea, running on the ground, William is tired of everything.

Gareth shrugged and opened the door in front of him.

The van drove into the manor.

There was a satisfied expression on his face, and there was obvious talent there.

An annual salary of one million US dollars is enough for Gareth to keep silent about his living environment, including everything he does inside the mansion. He will not describe it to the outside world, and he does not dare to.

New York has banned guns, banned the sale of illegal drugs, and launched a vigorous crackdown on gangs, causing gangs in New York to flee.

Gareth and Rod worked together to lift the sack out of the car.

A whining sound came from the sack.

"Hey Gareth, long time no see, how are you doing?"

Gareth turned his head and could see a mansion, its majestic appearance showing the Dutch colonial architectural style.

Gareth has used this reason all year round to make himself feel at ease and earn a generous salary of one million US dollars per year.

He followed the bluestone path to the back door at the outermost edge of the manor.

There are countless dignitaries who come and go secretly.

But he didn't complain.

"Mr. William has never tasted any delicacies from the mountains and seas. If he didn't choose, you wouldn't have your job."

Gareth got out of the car and opened the back door. The back seat had been dismantled and looked empty. There was only a sack there.

"Rod, my life here is more stable than that of a civil servant."

"Brother, our sixteen-year-old street business is absolutely safe. A sixteen-year-old medicine lady will never deliver the wrong goods."

"Too bad, I really envy your stable life, Sixteenth Street has been very busy recently.

Rhodes quickly untied the sack and pulled it down. Inside was a sweet-looking "girl" with tearful eyes.

Not only is she famous all over the United States for her lustful looks, but she also has pursuits that are different from ordinary people when it comes to food.

This is not the first time that he has dealt with humans for Mr. William.

Rhodes complained about that and skillfully drove the car to a back door on the west side of the mansion, "You can mention it to Mr. William later and ask him to say hello to the police chief. We can't let outsiders disrupt the local power."

He closed the door again and did not choose to walk back. Instead, he sat in the passenger seat of the van and chatted with the driver Rod, "How are you doing?"

Outside is a forest, with many green leaves turning yellow in autumn.

Even though he has retired long ago, he still has huge influence in the political circles.

The back door of the mansion opens to a spacious and bright kitchen.

"Don't worry, Mr. William values ​​the friendship with Sixteenth Street."

Including people, they have become dissatisfied with eating ordinary people.

Girls, teenagers, old people, middle-aged people, etc., have recently developed into medicine girls who are neither male nor female.

As a chef, Gareth was under a lot of pressure, and he was really afraid that William's taste would be so picky that even he, the chef, couldn't satisfy it.

Gareth stopped, pressed Luke's head in front of the big iron basin, and picked up the sharp butcher's knife, "Rod, hold him down and don't let the blood splash on the ground.

Last time I was caught by that old witch Georgie and scolded me for half an hour, saying that it would make the ground dirty and increase her workload. "

"no problem."

Rhodes stepped forward to grab Luke's hands and pressed his knees against his waist to prevent his body from struggling violently when his throat was cut.

Neither of them showed any coldness when doing such a thing. They seemed to be just killing chickens and even had time to chat.

"I heard that another factory has been built in New York. The Holy Son is going to turn New York into the number one manufacturing base in the United States."

"What a holy son, it's just for fame and reputation. The Democratic Party loves to engage in political propaganda. I don't believe that a person with that kind of skin color can be loved by the Lord." Gareth works at William's house, but is not a voter of the Democratic Party. It is a standard MAGA.

For MAGA, there is only one chosen one.

He took a knife and planned to slit Luke's throat.

There is not much difference between killing people and killing chickens. Just cut the throat and bleed, and the person will die after a while.

Gareth was about to pull it with the butcher knife.

A hand suddenly grabbed the handle of his knife.

He subconsciously raised his head and saw a blond man he had never seen before. His skin was so white that it was almost transparent, and his facial features were sharp and angular.

"who are you?"

As soon as Gareth said these words, he suddenly felt that the knife in his hand was alive, suddenly broke away from his hand, and then slashed on his neck.

"what?"

Gareth lowered his head and looked at the butcher knife on his neck. His eyes widened and he raised his hands tremblingly, trying to hold the handle of the knife.

But the strength of the body quickly disappeared along with the place where it was chopped.

"Fake!"

Rhodes roared, quickly dropped Luke, and reached out to pull out the gun from his waist.

With a twist of Qingze's fingers, the butcher's knife that had been slashed on Gareth's neck was automatically pulled out, spinning forward at a speed exceeding the sonic boom, and cutting off Rhode's right hand at the elbow like a knife cutting through tofu.

Snap, his right hand fell to the ground, blood splattered.

"what!"

He let out a scream like a slaughtering pig, which echoed throughout the mansion.

Qingze slapped the ground with his right hand and activated the ability to fly freely, causing the mansion covering an area of ​​450 square meters to peel off the ground and fly into the sky.

……

Rumble.

The ground shook.

When William, who was still sleeping soundly, woke up, his first reaction was an earthquake, but the shaking stopped quickly.

Let him breathe a sigh of relief and turn to look at the head of the bed.

There was a beautiful young woman tied up here, her hands were handcuffed to the head of the bed, and her legs were fixed to the end of the bed.

Her face is small, and her reddish eyes give her a feeling of pity, as attractive as a ripe peach.

With William's current power, he can make many women willing to date him with just one move.

But he doesn't like women who can be obtained with money.

He likes free prostitution, likes to use violent means to obtain a woman's body, and enjoys the feeling of conquest.

When he served as Arkansas Attorney General, he was exposed to such a scandal.

In the long political career that followed, he had countless tidbits and dirt.

There are many pieces of news with conclusive evidence.

But no one can really condemn him.

He is still at large.

The woman on the bed was also awakened by the vibration. She looked at the gray-haired old man in front of her and said angrily: "You bastard! I want to sue you! I'm going to sue you!"

"Haha, who dares to judge me?"

William laughed at such innocent remarks, like hearing someone say that no one is above the laws of the United States.

No, this is not a joke either.

He is not human.

William has always believed that he should be a higher-level existence, and also believes that in the future, he will obtain a body that truly transcends humans.

He glanced at the alarm clock and saw that it was only five twenty-three.

It's not time for breakfast yet, maybe we can do it again.

He likes women who press hard every step of the way.

After all, if you push too hard, people will easily explode.

"Since you are going to sue me, once and twice, let me do it three times."

William said with excitement and wanted to take off his pants again, but he heard banging gunshots coming from outside.

He was immediately startled and quickly took out his Glock G47 from the drawer, "What happened?"

"Mr. William, yes, it's Dio!"

Hearing the answer from the Federal Secret Service, William turned pale with fright and his feet became a little weak.

As a senior member of the Democratic Party, he has naturally heard of this name and is familiar with Dior's deeds.

He once chose to give up some behaviors because of the existence of Dior, but the situation is easy to change, and the nature is hard to change.

The short-term restraint brought by Dior disappeared after a week.

He really couldn't bear the ascetic life.

If there were no women, no food, and no way to play with power, then living in this world would become extremely boring. After a period of silence, he couldn't help but look for excitement.

But he never thought that when he was looking for excitement, he would encounter this evil star.

Must leave!

William gritted his teeth, turned around and tried to climb out of the window.

(End of this chapter)