After dinner, because they want to teach Jeff some simple precautions, Tommy, Martin and Paige take him to Zack's house, so as not to disturb the normal rest of Jeff's family.

Jeff sat on the couch in the living room, admiring the old movie that Tommy had specially found for him, while Martin stood behind the couch and shaved off Jeff's messy brown-yellow hair and replaced him with the most gracious round round hair of an American GI.

After finishing his hair, Martin sat next to Jeff again, watched Stallone with him, and reminded Jeff from time to time to learn Stallone's movement habits and tone of speech in the movie, because that would increase his manhood.

I don't know how long later, Martin was woken up by the snoring sound coming from beside him, he wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, yawned, and saw that Jeff, who was supposed to continue to watch and study, was sleeping in the seat next to him at this time, and the strong arm didn't know when to hold himself in his arms!

「holyshit！ The reason this bastard isn't manly is probably because he's a faggot!" Martin shook off the other man's arm and quickly stood up, then scolded unpleasantly.

Seeing that Jeff showed no signs of waking up at all, but continued to adjust his position and fall asleep, Martin got up and walked to the refrigerator, took out a can of cold beer from it, and walked back to the sofa, shook the can a few times, and then pulled the pull tab and sprayed the cold beer on Jeff's face:

「Cool！ It turns out that it was so cool for white people to torture us back then! Get up and continue to stare at Stallone on the TV with all your eyes! Imitate his tone! His moves! Look at your virtues, Jeff, those hairs on Stallone's dick look harder than yours! I'm ······ Tommy told me that if I can't make you look like a tough guy carved out of a piece of American granite before dawn, I'm going to be taught a stunner harder than granite! I promise, I'll kill you before I'm taught!"

Jeff was awake the moment he was stimulated by the cold beer, his hands were hurriedly waving, the whole person jumped up from the sofa, wiped the beer from his face, and saw Martin staring at him viciously, Jeff showed an aggrieved expression: "Martin······ I can't learn the guy in the movie, I'm just a general

"Shut up~~~~!" Martin shook the beer and continued to squirt it in Jeff's face, his whole face full of ferocity and despair: "Give me a fierce expression!" Now, or I'll show you what horror is.

Jeff erases the beer, still with the same innocent expression: "I ······"

"Mr. Page! F＊ck！ Show him what happens if he doesn't obey!" Martin roared angrily in the living room.

Paige carried a beer in his hand, slowly appeared from the restaurant, and with the other hand took out the largest electric shocker from his waist, turned on the switch, the arc crackled, walked towards the two, and said indifferently: "As you wish, Martin."

Jeff looked at the crackling electric shocker and swallowed in some horror, while Martin smiled cruelly, "You're dead, Jeff, in...

··· Ahhhh

Martin fell to the ground with spasms, his limbs were lying on the ground and shaking, and the beer in his hand fell and spilled all over the ground, looking like Martin was electrocuted to urinate incontinence, and the corners of his mouth were foaming at the electricity.

Paige held the electric shocker and handed the end of the flashing blue and white arc to the pale Jeff's nose: "This is the end of disobedience, either go and continue to learn how to become a Stallone now, or I will send you to God so that you can discuss the shape of the earth directly with him face to face."

Jeff walked back to the sofa quickly, like a good elementary school student, with his hands on his knees, staring at the picture on the TV with his eyes shining, his mouth repeating Stallone's lines from the movie, and trying to imitate the tough guy face of the other party.

Zack, the owner of the house who was woken up just now, wearing a kangaroo-shaped pajamas, walked down from the bedroom on the second floor with sleepy eyes to figure out why the living room was so noisy, and then stood at the top of the stairs and witnessed the brutal scene just now.

He stood on the stairs for a full two minutes in amazement, before he quickly climbed back upstairs with his hands and feet:

"Thank God I didn't meet Martin and his friends when I registered for election last year

Ping said that this great work should be handed over to Jeff!

Martin lay on the ground for a few moments before he groaned loudly and got up, looked at Paige, who was nonchalant, and roared madly, "Shit! Can't you give him a treat?"

"White people don't hit white people, it's like GirlHelpGirl on TV." Page put away the stunner and said to Martin, "Besides, he's a man running for the House of Representatives, and I'm afraid he'll get in trouble with me if he's elected.

"So, you're not afraid of me getting you in trouble? Martin asked angrily.

Paige took a sip of his beer, ignored Martin's anger, and sat down next to Jeff to reveal the electric shocker, "So, should I be afraid that you will trouble me?"

"If it weren't for your discernment, digging me up and making me the president of BT, I would have asked Martin's fruit and that group of thug brothers to send you to God, Paige." Martin cursed in a hateful whisper, looking for a reason to convince himself, not because he couldn't beat the old policeman, but because he still had a residual gratitude for him.

After Paige took over, Martin went to the dining room to find a few cold pizzas to satisfy his hunger, and then he was surprised to find that his boss Tommy had not yet slept, but there were various newspapers on the table next to him that were half a person high, and he was crouching behind the pile of newspapers writing something, and the quarrel between his few people in the living room just now did not even interfere with him.

"Boss, let's go ahead and feed the pigeons, I promise that I'll take care of everything from the drugging to the collection of the bird droppings, and you'll be in charge of continuing to sit in the square and talk to the pretty Cuban girls!" I'm fed up with politics, at least feed the pigeons without having that old bastard of Paige electrify my waist with the biggest stunner! I'm not married, and I don't want my wife to always question my ability in bed when I get married, and ask me why I always have the smell of electric roasted sirloin." Martin pulled open another dining chair not far from Tommy, bit the pizza and said dissatisfiedly:

"This is not as much as we make by feeding pigeons to laxatives, and Jeff does not have the ability of those politicians to raise money, the newspaper said that the Republican woman named Letty, on the first day of registration for the election, her political action committee received 200,000 donations, and we only received more than 400 yuan, and we couldn't make up the minimum 1,000 yuan of the political action committee initiation amount, those veterans are poor ghosts abandoned by the United States, how could they donate to Jeff, a fool, You're also going to let me accompany him to Little Haiti and Liberty City to fool who are poorer than veterans, and it doesn't sound like a chance to win at all."

Tommy finished writing the last sentence, then threw the pen away, and looked up at Martin with his wrist in motion: "That's why there are so many billionaires in the United States and only one American president, the road to politics is always more difficult than the road to business, but the good thing is that power is gained, wealth follows, and then it follows.

"Did Stanford teach you how a fool like Jeff can acquire wealth and compete with politicians who are already rich and politically based before he gains power?" Martin asked Tommy.

Tommy nodded, smiling at Martin, "Of course, deception, lies, and behind-the-scenes dealings, I can teach you a second lesson."

"I still like to feed the pigeons." Martin said weakly lying on the table.

He really thinks that it is more profitable to run for Jeff than to go back to Little Havana in South Miami to feed the pigeons, and it doesn't need to be so tiring.

"Do you really think I'm only helping Jeff to make money?" Tommy asked, looking at Martin