Joga spent hours in the black neighborhood and was almost dawn when he returned to the farm.

After taking off her gear and taking a shower in the bathroom, Joga wanted to go to sleep for a while, when she saw Monica lying on her side on the bed in a lace nightdress that was sexier than she hadn't worn, with one hand supporting her head and the other hand fluttering on the short, unsightly skirt......

The light honey-colored skin reflects the soft light, making Monica's whole person look like a 'gift'!

Almost all mainstream voices are against the objectification of women, but Monica fully interprets the state of women after they are portrayed to the extreme.

She doesn't need to conquer the world, she just needs to change her tricks to make Boss Qiao physically and mentally exhausted.

Joga struggled for a moment between his physical fatigue and Monica's glowing streamer, and honestly obeyed his instincts......

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After finishing her work, Monica lay in Boss Joe's arms, looked at the boss who was half-asleep, and she whispered: "Boss, someone from the New York Police Department invited me to visit them today......"

"Go for it......"

"I think we should donate a sum of money to the Police Association, and by the way, donate a few police cars to some police stations in difficulty."

"You're in ......"

"I got a lot of calls yesterday from the wife of the New York Police Commissioner inviting me to their house party, and I didn't think the NYPD wanted to make a big fuss......

So I thought, are we holding down the evidence for the time being and handing Boris directly over to the NYPD's Department of Internal Affairs? ”

"You set your own ......"

Monica looked at Boss Joe, who was insincere but trusted in place, she grabbed Boss Joe's hand and put it on her chest, and put her face on Boss Joe's neck.

Like a lazy cat, she gently stroked the tip of her nose on Boss Qiao's neck while letting out an ambiguous wheezing sound......

"Boss, I've been a little fat lately, my clothes aren't good enough ......"

"Buy ......"

"Boss, I need to attend a lot of important cocktail parties, and I still need a little jewelry......"

"Buy ......"

"Boss, I especially like black diamonds, and I want a ring like a devil bird......"

"Then you have to ask Nice, she is in charge of my black diamonds......"

When Monica heard this, she looked up at Boss Qiao who was looking at her with a smile, she gnawed on Boss Qiao's face angrily, then sat up and lit the poison needle ring on her index finger, and said, "Then I'll be a black widow......"

Qiao Jia glanced down at the key point he was holding, he shook his head and said with a smile: "If you let go of it, then I may think that you, the black widow, are still a little sincere." ”

Saying that, Joga reached out and patted Monica's buttocks, looked at the sky outside, and said, "It's dawn, you should go to work, let me sleep for a few hours."

Beauty, you don't want your boss to work with dark circles, do you? ”

Monica listened, biting her index finger lightly, and then let out a seductive murmur, sliding her finger with the poison needle ring across her erect chest......

Feeling the boss's impulse, Monica chuckled proudly, lowered her head and kissed Boss Joe's face, and then jumped out of bed happily......

Joga watched Monica know how to show herself the sexiest position even when she was dressed, he sighed, turned around and closed his eyes, and slowly fell asleep silently saying 'color is empty'.

While Boss Qiao was sleeping, the outside report about last night's operation began......

Reporter Wallace fired the first shot......

Before many media outlets could figure out how to cover it, the Washington Post urgently printed a supplement to replace the front page, with the headline 'The Great Victory Against Terrorism'......

Wallace, a war correspondent from the Black Marines, stood unequivocally on the P· B side.

To put it plainly, this is the right way to open 'anti-terrorism'.

45 lives, more than 200 black buddies who need painkillers......

None of this compares to last night's P· Harvest of B......

Four sets of bomb vests already assembled, enough automatic weapons to arm dozens of people, three terrifying shaped bombs.

Vicious terrorists were killed, more than a dozen children were rescued, and four women who had been kidnapped and beaten and abused to become suicide bombers were rescued......

The New York Morning News media van has already driven to New Jersey, and those media outlets, under the pressure of the unknown, just rush the camera over the wailing black buddies, and occasionally focus on some guys who have been injected with morphine and look like they are enjoying themselves......

Then they interviewed Lesler, whose mouth was full of froths......

The current image of Lesler is definitely the image of a tired patriot who worries about the country and the people.

In the face of media interviews, he first said that it was inconvenient to disclose too much inside information.

Then he expressed satisfaction with last night's harvest and expressed his gratitude to P. Brown, who had assisted the FBI in resolving the terrorist crisis. B expressed his gratitude.

The whole interview was full of the flavor of harmony!

Of course, not all media outlets have been greeted, leaving aside the sphere of influence of Boss Joe, and there are media newspapers that want 'big news', especially black media.

The anger and fanaticism shown by this part of the media soon formed a force in society.

A large number of blacks began to rush to P· B Farm!

At ten o'clock in the morning, when dozens of black buddies gathered in P· When slogans began to be shouted at the gate of B's farm, the 'black man's light' in the white house had to hold a press conference......

Faced with questions from media reporters of the same color, the black guy expressed concern with a solemn face, and then seemed to be greatly stimulated, refused the follow-up interview and turned around and left the lawn......

As soon as this black guy left the media's sight, he took out the phone and dialed the secretary of the Department of Homeland Security......

"Fuck that jackal out, he's got me in big trouble!"

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"Yes, I know the purpose of his actions, I know the importance of counter-terrorism, and don't forget who killed Ben LD.

But the jackal got me in big trouble, what can I say in the face of the media? ”

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"I don't fucking need you to teach me how to deal with the media, warn him, and if he's using such drastic tactics, I'll make him pay!

No one can save him! ”

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After listening to what was said on the phone, he suddenly frowned, hung up the phone, turned on the TV with the remote control, and notified his assistant to send him the Washington Post.

Inside the TV, Big Mouth Tang is being interviewed by the media......

In the face of malicious questions from several reporters, the big-mouthed Tang did not shy away from P· B's action was appreciated......

"Yes, I appreciate P· B's approach, I didn't know them better than I did, I even gave their own safety to them, Jackal is a responsible young man who deserves everyone's trust......"

"Violent law enforcement?

NO！ P· B is at war with terrorists!

They are keeping us safe, and we should be grateful for that, instead of pointing at him by the nose and calling him crazy. ”

"Those innocent blacks?

Well, maybe......

But they weren't dead, and when I was watching the news just now, I saw that several guys were already in a bad mood.

I would like anyone to switch to P· B's position couldn't handle the situation, but the jackal handled the problem in a way that seemed normal to me.

Was he wrong?

If he's a police officer or an FBI, he really deserves to be fired.

But you should look at what he has gained, and see how many innocent people he has saved.

Do you dare to imagine what happens when those suicide bombers walk into the crowd? ”

"Terrorists hate me, but I'm not afraid of them, and the more they hate me, the more America needs me.

I'm not an incompetent bureaucrat like Lahiri, and whenever you ask her what her plans are to fight Isis, she'll tell you to check out my website......

Do you know what I think?

I feel like she needs to be responsible for the soldiers who died on the front line, because she is the best undercover agent for Isis.

Those people in hijabs just need to be able to surf the Internet to know what our people are up to?

It's the funniest thing I've ever seen, and it's even more incredible that you media take it for granted.

So how can we win? ”

"What will I do?

I'm going to do it covertly, and I'm going to have our special forces act like ninjas, quietly finding the terrorists and then killing them.

We've wasted so much money in the Middle East, it's time for a change! ”

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The black buddy in the white house looked at the big-mouthed Tang on the TV, and he frowned and dialed a phone call......

"Pay attention to the collection of public opinion indicators, I need a little bit of actual data to decide how I will respond to questions from the media."

The assistant of the black buddy put down the phone, looked at the most powerful person in the world at the moment, and said cautiously: "Mr. President, our media director is waiting for ...... in the conference room"

The black buddy folded his hands to support his mouth, and after pondering for a long time, he said, "I need to wait a few days......"

When the assistant heard this, he said in surprise: "Sir, why?" ”

The black buddy looked at the assistant, shook his head slightly, and said, "Because now everyone wants to know how determined we are to keep them safe!"

That jackal saved a lot of people with a hellish trick, even those he shot down, because they had big bombs around them!

P· B, as soon as there is a new terrorist attack in the future, we will be questioned! ”

Saying that, the black buddy flipped through the New York Post in front of him, he pursed the corners of his mouth and shook his head, and said: "This jackal acts unscrupulously, but he is very cunning, he always seems to find and inspire people to care, and he seems to have many friends......

It was a huge mistake for Lahiri to send someone to assassinate Eric Bent!

Inform 'those people' and let them find a way to get the jackals out of America, and with this guy here, the way that Donald inspired populism will be amplified.

The dirty bomb is important, but the election is even more important, and if it goes on like this, once the domestic contradictions are stirred, things will get out of control.

Shit, the big-mouthed Donald is a psycho who can't let him tear the American ......"

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When Joga woke up, it was already lunchtime......

Hearing that there was a large number of black people gathered outside, Joga walked to the main entrance of the farm with a lunch box in a down-to-earth manner.

About a few hundred blacks barricaded the farm's door, waving protest signs and shouting slogans......

"Black Lives Matter, Hand Over the Executioner!"

"Black Lives Matter, Hand Over the Executioner!"

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Joga held the lunch box and followed a line, eating as he watched the blacks who were shouting dryly......

On either side of the farm gate stood a dozen gun-wielding security guards, as well as a dozen black buddies who had been beaten into pigs' heads by bean bullets, sitting on the ground with their hands tied behind their backs, being treated by rude military doctors.

Qiao Jia ate the food in the lunch box in two bites, and then smiled and motioned to a few soldiers to bring out a large amount of mineral water, and put it outside the farm to signal the black buddies to take it for themselves.

Then he nodded slightly to the scolding of the large number of blacks, then turned around and got into the battery car and returned to the farm.

The current heat is not enough, we have to let things ferment for a few days, and then it is a good time to stand up and 'carry the black pot'.

Otherwise, jumping too early will make some people think that P· B 'Worthless'!

'Carrying the black pot' is a very skillful job, and the consequence of ineffective backing is that there will be a next time, and the result of effectively backing the pot is that someone wants to understand people's favors.

These blacks and those white left virgins are not the objects that Boss Qiao wants to fight, those who care about their own safety, and even some refined egoists, are the objects that Boss Qiao needs to fight for.

It's not that I want to get any real profit from them, but I need to be when someone wants to do P· B, the media and public opinion should not be one-sided.

Boss Joe doesn't need to please everyone, and he can't do it!

There are enemies who are not afraid!

Because there are enemies, there can be more friends!

The scale of this protest should be a little larger, and Boss Qiao needs to take the blame in the spotlight to make the approval of P· The people of Operation B sympathized with him, as for those who were black......

Who cares!

They don't even care!

That is, P· B's farm is too biased, and the security guards here are too fierce, otherwise these people would have already started to buy for zero yuan.

When the battery car drove to the small building, Qiao Jia saw Dorian and Spurs changing their clothes, and walking outside with a rifle in their hands, he said curiously: "What's wrong?" ”

Dorian spread his hands and said, "Someone has set off the alarm on the farm, it should be those idiots who want to break in and wreak havoc, let's arrest them......"

When Qiao Jia heard this, he smiled and said: "Use the poison bullet, let them howl, and then tell everyone that this is just a warning......"

Dorian smiled and said, "That's what I thought......"

Joga waved Dorian away and they left, and then he found Thompson and said, "Come with me to meet Howard, that guy's boss should be going to give him instructions."

I'll have to listen to their 'quotes', feel the attitude of those people, and then decide how hard to follow!" ”