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Larry Flint was thrilled to learn that the Deputy Attorney General had personally stepped in to strangle the prosecution's last hope.

As you can tell from the signature of the $200,000 check he sent to Edward, the signature is still horribly ugly.

If this is seen by the Russians, they will definitely try their best to take a picture and send it back to Moscow as important socio-economic information, and then the old men of the Propaganda Department can write at least 5,000 words of American jokes, of course, this is not funny and no one laughs, but when the party committee is studying politics, everyone will still write 1,000 words of laughter for this joke......

Larry's signature strokes have a noticeable tremor, which is a sign of over-excitement, and of course it could be that the bastard is high again......

Edward didn't know what to do with this check, if it was really signed after H was high, he would definitely regret it after the drug was over, and he would have to return it to him when the time came...... 20w is not a small amount of money...... At this time, the middle class had to go 20 years without eating or drinking to save up.

Just when he was distressed by this, the phone rang at the right time, which not only helped him clear his doubts......

"I'm Edward Young, may I ask who you are?"

"Hey, Eddard! I'm Larry" is the hallmark of that vibrant voice with infinite life, Larry Flint.

Edward even considered that this guy should really go to VOA as an announcer, the words are rude and the grammar is terrible, but the tone is full of vigor and vitality with a fierce and high-spirited tone from the heart, just like the methane in a summer pond, it will bubble out without external touch, it is really a model of the spirit of the United States.

"Uh, Larry, I got your check in the morning, I think isn't it, isn't it a little bit more...... This is not in line with our contract, I will send it back to you in a moment, or you can submit a declaration of void directly to the bank. ”

"No, no, no, Ed, Ed, you don't understand your friend Larry so much......"

"I suspect that you are too high, and you signed a check casually, although the law stipulates that the check will take effect after it is signed, but we are not friends...... For 20w dollars, you have to sell 20w magazines to make money! Edward smiled at the other party, yes, Larry was a jerk, but there was something cute about this jerk when he wasn't so bad.

"Hahahaha, to be honest, it was a bit of a top at the time, but I was willing to spend this money, I just wanted to watch Patrick Abner's idiot eat poop, he wanted to do something, but he was rejected by his top boss! It's so fucking painful. ”

Larry's voice suddenly stopped, which gave Edward a sense of foreboding - is this bastard going to be whimsical again?

Really......

"Hey, Ed, let's discuss it again, I'll give you another 20w, can you make Bill Cornell, a woman with a chrysanthemum growing on his head, eat back the poop? Well, let his boss face him up...... I know you can, what's the name of the FBI boss, yes, to Lord Edgar Hoover, I heard that he looks good dancing in a shiny sequined sundress! ”

Edward's face was full of black lines, "Shut up!" ”

Master Hoover, the most powerful person in the United States, is like a huge spider, crawling on the big web that he painstakingly weaves across the whole rice, as long as he wants, he can pick out all the privacy of anyone from childhood to adulthood, and tapping the phone is even more of a piece of cake.

You must know that the abbot is stingy......

Besides, let Hoover go to Bill Cornell?

The president doesn't have the ability to do this, right......

"Ahem, Larry, I have to remind you that you've actually bought Bill Cornell's unlucky option in your check this time......"

"Huh? How so? ”

"The FBI is an agency of the Federal Department of Justice, so Robert Burke is technically Bill Cornell's boss...... Okay, let's stop talking about this dangerous topic, okay? ”

"Okay, by the way," Larry's voice rose again, "do you know why I called you?" ”

"Huh?"

"Abner and Cornell are two bastards, I've never messed with them, and they gave me this hand...... If it weren't for Eddard's cleverness, I might have ended up in jail! I'm FXXK...... When has Larry ever suffered such a loss! I want revenge! Get revenge on these two bastards! ”

"Hey, don't mess around......" Edward broke out in a cold sweat, chatting with Larry Flint was so exciting, the other party was like Demogorgan, always randomly switching between madness and calmness - this kind of mental roller coaster is more likely to make people blood pressure rise and heart beat faster than the real thing in Disneyland...... And...... Bladder fullness......

"Sure, of course, Larry is a law-abiding citizen, isn't he?"

"Yes, yes," Edward fret.

"Okay, without further ado, you turn on the TV, skip to the local channel in Buffalo, and the show will start in a while...... Good bye! ”

……

"What is this bastard trying to do? If it were in time of war, I would definitely be sent to court for disturbing social order......"

"Fuck ......" Ten minutes later, Edward almost fell off the couch.

Larry Flint doesn't know how this brain grows...... According to Edward's professional judgment, this bastard is definitely not guilty this time...... There may be a violation, but it's minor, and the community court can deal with it, and the result is nothing more than a fine...... For Larry Flint, this penalty is an encouragement! It's instigation!

Outside the house of Bill Cornell and Patrick Abner, they both lived in large, single-family houses on the outskirts of the city, typical of middle-class Americans.

Probably by coincidence, the two were still neighbors, and each other's bedrooms were separated by a three-foot-wide path, which of course wasn't the point.

Outside the house of the two of them were now crowded with a large number of idle people - these guys, all with long hair, wearing leather jackets or denim tops, arms thicker than Edward's thighs, all kinds of fancy things tattooed on them, pants and clothes with various metal parts hanging from them, and sunglasses.

It looks like a heavy biker party like the Angels of Hell - some kind of violent gang.

But the leader in front of the TV reporter's camera openly denied: "No, no, no, we are not members of any association, nor are we unemployed vagrants, in fact, we all have legitimate occupations, pay taxes on time, and have no criminal record...... Uh, getting drunk and throwing some bastards who watch striptease in a bar and don't give money into the street doesn't count as a criminal record, right...... We are exemplary citizens! We're from the National Teamsters Union! ”

...

National Teamsters Union...... Edward began to pray for the two.

Sensei asked, it must have been Larry Flint who got it, knowing that the largest readership of Womanizer magazine was this group.