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

But the man who works is not the president, nor the secretary of state, but the cook of a manor.

Gareth doesn't get up at five a.m. every day to get ready for work, but only when his employer wants something out of the ordinary.

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

Even if everyone knows what he is doing at this time, they think that as long as they don't participate, they don't know and stay out of it.

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

He was tall and strong, and his arms were unusually muscular, thicker than the thighs of ordinary people.

Autumn mornings are a bit cool.

But Gareth still wore a tank top and black trousers and left the room where he lived.

Outside, there is a forest, and many of the verdant green leaves are dyed yellow in autumn.

Gareth looks sideways to see a mansion with a grand façade that reflects Dutch colonial architecture.

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

And the simple wooden house where he lives is not a level of building.

But he didn't complain about anything.

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

The person who lives in this mansion is the forty-second president.

Even though he has long since retired, he still has a huge influence in political circles.

There are countless powerful people who come and go in secret.

If he wanted to make public the ugly things he had done in the mansion, he would be found out the next day and die on the street accidentally.

It's not that I don't have a conscience, it's just that the enemy is too strong.

Gareth has used this reason for many years to make himself feel comfortable earning a generous salary of one million dollars a year.

He walked along the bluestone path to the outermost back door of the manor.

There were no Federal Secret Service security personnel guarding the area, except for a van parked outside the barred gate.

From the driver's seat window peeked out a white-looking man, with a shaved head and goshawk tattoos on his arms and neck, indicating the identity of a gang member.

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

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

Gareth shrugged and opened the door in front of him.

The van drove into the estate.

He closed the door again, and instead of walking back, he got into the passenger seat of the van and chatted with the driver, Rhodes, "How are you doing?" ”

"It's terrible, I really envy your peaceful life, Sixteenth Street has been very busy lately.

New York's ban on guns and the sale of illegal drugs, as well as its high-intensity crackdown, have caused gangsters in New York to flee.

A group called Manhattan has broken into our territory, and the Boss is fighting them. ”

Rhodes complained about those, skillfully driving the car to a back door on the west side of the mansion, "You mention it to Mr. William later, let him say hello to the police chief, we can't let outsiders disrupt the local forces." ”

"Rest assured, Mr. William values his friendship with Sixteenth Street."

Gareth got out of the car and opened the back door, and the back seat inside was dismantled, appearing empty, with only one sack there.

There was a whining sound from the sack.

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

The back door of the mansion is open and inside is a spacious and bright kitchen.

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

Rod quickly untied the sack and pulled it down, and inside was a well-behaved "girl" with tears in her eyes.

Gareth turned, stepped forward and pinched the man's face, and quickly pulled the sack down to the bottom, reaching out to find out.

There was a satisfied expression on his face, and there was a clear big weapon there.

"Brother, we are sixteen on the street, absolutely stable, saying that it is a sixteen-year-old medicine lady, we will never send it wrong."

Rod patted his chest and said proudly: "We know Mr. William's taste, specially imported from Venezuela, his name is Luke Greenbank, and he spent a lot of money to make him so smart~"

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

"Mr. William has never eaten any delicacies from the mountains and seas, if he doesn't pick them, there will be no job for you."

Gareth replied casually, reaching out to grab Luke's hair and dragging it roughly towards the large iron basin in front of the faucet.

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

That is not only famous in the United States in terms of lust, but also has an extraordinary pursuit in terms of food.

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

Including people, have become dissatisfied with eating ordinary people.

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

As a chef, Gareth is under a lot of pressure, and he is afraid that William's taste will be picky to the point that he can't satisfy even the chef.

Gareth stopped, pressed Luke's head in front of the large iron basin, and picked up the bright pig-killing knife, "Rod, you hold him down for me, don't let the blood spill on the ground."

Last time I was caught and scolded for half an hour by Georgiony's old witch, saying that she was soiling the floor and adding to her workload. ”

"No problem."

Rhodes stepped forward and grabbed Luke's hands and pressed his knees against his waist to prevent his body from struggling violently as he cut his throat.

Doing such a thing, neither of them showed ruthlessness, it seemed that they were just killing chickens, and even had time to chat.

"I've heard that another factory has been built in New York, and this is to turn New York into the number one manufacturing base in the United States."

"What kind of holy son, it's just to sell fame and reputation, and the Democratic Party loves to engage in those political propaganda, so I don't believe that people of that color can be loved by the Lord."

Gareth works at William's home, but not a Democratic voter, but a standard MAGA.

For MAGA, there is only one chosen one.

He took a knife and intended to cut Luke's throat.

There is not much difference between killing people and killing chickens, as long as the throat is cut and the blood is bled out, after a while the person will die.

Gareth was about to pull with a pig-killing knife.

A hand suddenly grasped the hilt of his sword.

He subconsciously looked up and saw a blonde man he had never seen before, his skin was so white that it was almost transparent, and his facial features were angular.

"Who are you?"

As soon as Gareth said this, he suddenly felt the knife in his hand suddenly break away from his hand as if it were alive, and then slashed at his neck.

"Huh?"

Gareth looked down at the pig-killing knife at his neck, his eyes widened, and his hands trembled and raised, trying to grasp the hilt.

But the strength of the body passed quickly with the place where it was cut.

"Fack!"

With a roar of rage, Rhodes quickly dropped Luke and reached for the gun at his waist.

Qing Ze turned his fingers, and the pig-killing knife that slashed at Gareth's neck was automatically pulled out, and it spun forward at a speed beyond the sonic boom, cutting Rodes's right hand at the elbow like a knife cutting tofu.

With a snap, his right hand fell to the ground, blood splattered.

"Ahh

He let out a scream like a pig that resounded throughout the mansion.

Qing Ze slapped the ground with his right hand and activated his ability to fly freely, causing the mansion covering an area of four hundred and fifty square meters to peel off from the ground and fly into the sky.

……

Thundered.

The ground trembled.

William, who was still asleep, woke up and his first reaction was an earthquake, but the shaking quickly stopped.

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned his gaze to the head of the bed.

Here was a beautiful young woman tied with her hands handcuffed to the head of the bed and her legs fixed at the foot of the bed.

Her face was small, and her reddish eyes gave me a feeling of pity, as seductive as a ripe peach.

With William's current power, he has a single move, and there are many women who are willing to associate with him.

But he doesn't like women who can get it for money.

He likes to prostitute for nothing, likes to use that kind of violent means to get a woman's body, and enjoys that sense of conquest.

When he was previously Arkansas attorney general, he was exposed to such a scandal.

In the long political career that followed, he had countless lace news and black material.

There are not a few news with conclusive evidence.

But no one can really condemn him.

He's still at large.

The woman on the bed was also woken up by the vibration, looked at the gray-haired old man in front of her, and said angrily: "You bastard! I'm going to tell you! Sue you! ”

"Haha, who would dare to sentence me?"

William was amused by such naïve remarks, as if he heard someone say that no one is above the laws of the United States.

No, it's not a joke.

He's not human.

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

He glanced at the time of the alarm clock, and it was only 5:23.

It's not breakfast yet, maybe be able to do it again.

He likes women who are pressing every step of the way.

After all, if you press too hard, people are prone to eruptions.

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

William said with a fluttering brow, and tried to take off his pants again, but heard the sound of thumping gunshots outside.

He was immediately shocked, and hurriedly took out his Glock G47 from the drawer, "What's going on?" ”

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

Hearing the Federal Secret Service's answer, William's face turned pale with fright, and his feet were a little weak.

As a high-ranking member of the Democratic Party, he has naturally heard this name and knows a lot about Dior's deeds.

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

The short-lived binding effect of Dior disappeared a week later.

He couldn't stand that kind of ascetic life.

If there are no women, no food, and no way to play with power, then living in this world will become extremely boring, and after a period of rest, he can't help but look for excitement.

But he never thought that he was looking for excitement and actually ran into this evil star.

Gotta leave!

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

(End of chapter)