Running for the Senate?

Gao Jun looked at Bill in surprise, and found that the other party's serious appearance didn't seem like a joke, so he twisted his head and lowered his head in contemplation.

You must know that the US political system stipulates that the Senate guarantees 100 seats, each state elects two representatives, and the term of office is six years, and many well-known politicians have risen from senators to leadership, and it has to be said that senators are one of the most powerful people in the United States.

"If I win the election, I'll talk to a few other Republican lawmakers about using a private security company to take over the policing of the local police station." Seeing that Gao Jun was still hesitating, Bill whispered.

Gao Jun's face changed, if he was right according to Bill's words, there were pros and cons, no longer have to worry about police deaths, and he didn't have to worry about being charged with indiscriminate shooting, but the disadvantage was that the level of private security companies was uneven, and they only pursued US dollars, never caring about the physical and mental conditions of employees (most of them). Therefore, this may sometimes cause greater social panic.

"Congress won't agree, the White House thinkers aren't idiots." Gao Jun shook his head, feeling that this was unlikely.

"But we will strive for more benefits for the PMC industry!" Bill's deep eyes looked into the distance, "Including the Military Professional Resources Group, the Daiyang International Group, the Armored Group Corporation and other well-known companies in the United States, nearly 30 companies PMC industry leaders are already preparing to establish a legitimate group organization..."

This is another big news!

PMC Industry Association?

Fack!

So these 30 companies add up to at least hundreds of thousands of employees in the world, what is this for?

Do you want to fight for more rights and interests for yourself?

Gao Jun's face was ugly, if it wasn't for Bill telling him the news, he wouldn't have known about it at all, and American companies weren't ready to take him to play at all?

"Gao, in the United States, whether you want it or not, when you have money in your hands, you have already entered politics." Bill suddenly came to such a sentence, which is quite meaningful, he doesn't know the worth of Gao Jun or even HWP, but I'm afraid there are still hundreds of millions of dollars, even in the United States, it belongs to a ** UK.

The world's first power is itself full of complexities...

If you think it's just a game, then you don't know how many people in this country are working hard for dollars!

The fall of one capitalist also illustrates the demise of many other politicians.

And being able to support Bill's campaign, right or wrong, is already in the same boat, which is not the same as fighting against Adolfo in the future. Hench, it will be of great help, and for now, it seems that the pros outweigh the cons.

"Yes." Gao Jun nodded and raised his head, "How much do you need?" ”

Bill had a smile on his face, "If I could, I would like more as possible." ”

The U.S. campaign is a sum of money from beginning to end, such as the president, and the New York Times once reviewed the history of the 39th president, Jimmy Brown. Carter now spends an average of $470 million in campaign funds for the 43rd Bush Jr., and George W. Bush alone has spent $570 million, most of which are raised by wealthy individuals.

The money includes going to the states to give speeches, advertising, giving small gifts to voters, and so on.

Bill ran for the Senate, and the money was also huge.

"How much have you raised now?"

"$3.4 million." Bill is slightly bitter.

The amount of money raised made him a relative to the bottom of several Senate candidates, and none of them were enough to pay for the campaign's advisory fees.

"I'm raising $17 million!" Gao Jun said after pondering for a moment.

Bill hugged Gao Jun with his backhand as if he was very moved, "Thank you very much, my friend." ”

"I'm just fighting for my own interests, and besides, you're doing a great job in Santa Monica."

Santa Monica has a high level of security and happiness, and because Bill is of black Luke descent, this makes the mayor very respectful among many people of color in the city.

"I'll have someone in your account after Christmas, but I hope you'll have a speaking in Santa Monica in a few days, and then I think this will become your natural ticket bank." Gao Jun blinked mischievously, and Bill looked at him suspiciously, but the former just smiled meaningfully and shrugged his shoulders without explaining.

Bill didn't want to be estranged from Gao Jun because of curiosity.

The two had a tacit understanding and didn't ask any more questions, just wandering around the lawn like old friends.

…

It wasn't until nearly twelve o'clock in the evening that the Christmas Eve party was completely over.

"Bell..."

The sound of a light going out instantly shrouded the lawn in darkness, and the originally lively atmosphere dissipated in an instant, and in this dark night, there was only a faint flame flickering on the steps of the manor.

"Sir, the man is ready." Tumus's deep voice rang out.

The cold hope in that tone seemed to make the miscellaneous birds in the trees a little unbearable, and fluttered their wings and flew away.

"You have to remember that none of this has anything to do with the HWP Group." After a long pause, Gao Jun's voice came out in the darkness.

"I understand."

Tumus nodded and turned to leave.

"Don't let me down," Gao Jun muttered from behind him.

……

Americans' so-called nightlife has nothing to do with civilians at all.

Especially after the 911 incident, the number of terrorist attacks increased, coupled with the drunken gangsters, many people would rather sleep in the middle of the night.

"Whew..."

"Whoa..."

On the main road of Santa Monica, four or five motorcycles were speeding at least 150 yards, and only a shadow could be seen with the naked eye, and behind each rider sat a girl in a bikini, wearing a helmet, waving a scarf, and roaring excitedly.

Not far behind them, a police officer with a muffled alarm was chasing, and the policeman inside shouted through a bullhorn to stop the car.

But this kind of stimulation makes the riders cry more happily.

"Gibbon, let's see who gets rid of those bastards first." The rider, who was slightly ahead of the front half of the bike, turned his head to look at the rider on his side and shouted loudly, and stretched out his right hand to gesticulate, and the other party instantly understood and made an OK gesture.

The right hand throttle was twisted a few more times, and the exhaust pipe roared like a beast, and the dial of Suzuki's GSX1300R "Falcon" motorcycle, worth more than 100,000 US dollars, soared directly to 170 yards!

At such a rate, those cops... It's not that high-tech driving skills.

"Headquarters, someone is racing towards Highway 1, asking for helicopter support! Helicopter support was requested. "Sitting in the passenger seat, full of freckles, looking like he had just graduated from school, putting the body armor on the back seat on his body, holding a police Remington M870P shotgun in his hand, a little nervous roaring, the bruises on his face are clearly visible.

Who is the scariest person in America?

Everyone thinks of drug addicts and drag racing parties, and most of those who drag race at night are flour smokers, which makes them even more aggressive.

"Hey! Don't be so nervous, man, you're going to scare the hell out of me. The young policeman who was driving was also covered in cold sweat and muttered to the co-pilot.

"Uh, I'm sorry, Nick, I didn't mean to, I'm just hesitating, are we going to shoot later?" The freckles officer asked, looking up.

"I'm not a race car driver, I feel like the guys are starting to protest under my ass, it doesn't have any pushers." Nick is also helpless, most of the police cars use the Victoria Crown, using a 4.6-liter V8 254 horsepower SOHC single overhead cam engine, which is actually completely enough for the speed chase, but as Nick said, he is not a racing driver, has not undergone rigorous training, if it is at high speed, even a small rock may be wrecked!

The freckled policeman shook his head helplessly, and at this time, the communication radio in the city police station also sent feedback, "012, the rocket has been lifted off, and it will arrive later." ”

"Rocket" is a police helicopter of the Santa Monica Police Department, a Bell 230 helicopter, generally used to transport supplies, which is not equipped with any weapons at all, because it cannot afford to use ...

In the United States, states are autonomous, and the municipalities below the states are mostly financially independent. If the finances cannot make ends meet, they can only choose to go bankrupt.

The wealthy cities are equipped with more weapons, personnel, and social power, while the poor are struggling with the salaries of police officers.

"Whew! Gotta catch those bastards. "The freckles cop is almost gnashing his teeth.

The two older policemen in the back seat looked at each other helplessly, they still didn't want to fight with those drag racing parties, and the devil knew if they would bring weapons.

Most importantly, they just want to get home safely.

The helicopter is the most ignorant of the existence of the building, it turns the propeller unscrupulously, and in addition to the driver, there are four heavily armed policemen on it, wearing sunglasses, condescending to look at the chasing motorcycle, through the shouting horn, but who cares about the drag racing party below? Instead, there was a girl sitting in the back and giving a thumbs up.

Have a temper, you come down!

"Let people stop them in front, you can't let them be so unscrupulous."

…

"Woo woo, let those cops eat."

The drag racing party raised his hands and cheered, but suddenly he didn't notice that a beam of headlights shone from the side, which made them squint instantly, and then the center of gravity was empty, and the leader felt his body spinning in mid-air, his eyes widened, and his eyes were bloodshot with a hint of horror... Then he fell heavily to the ground, and he heard a clatter in his neck and plunged into darkness.

“omg！” The police on the helicopter witnessed the scene and exclaimed.

A small car crashed into the drag racing party from the side like a stall, and then because they were too close, the car took five cars directly, all lying on the ground, those who could pant were still wailing, and those who couldn't breathe were already lying motionless on the ground, and the car also hit the wall, emitting black smoke.

Nick and the others' police car then arrived, and when they saw the scene in front of them, the freckles police threw up on the spot.

The ground was covered with blood stains, and there were broken hands, and even a girl's head was on the ground, and her helmet was full of blood, which looked like a so-called horror movie scene, and it was terrible!

"Quick... Kombat 911! The experienced policeman shouted in the back, pushed open the door and got out of the car, the freckled policeman kept up with his legs weak, his face was a little pale, they ran to the side of the car, and pulled the door that was about to be deformed, as soon as it was opened, a heavy alcohol came to his face, and he was a little dizzy just smelling the smell.

"Drunk driving?!"

…

In a car not far away, Toombs saw the scene, hooked the corners of his mouth, and crossed out the name on a list in his hand.

"Alan. McClure V. Alexis! ”

The owner of Santa Monica's largest casino, the local gangster's three major gangsters, "Culiacan", translates as: "The man who pursues speed!" ”

"The first—" Tumus said softly, looking at the anxious policemen with a mocking sneer.