Chapter 651: Chapter 651

Mountain Eagle ultimately chose not to leave Los Angeles on the King Air sent by Li Chengji. Instead, he asked Blood Fox to accompany the Butcher and Balang, escorting twenty million US dollars in cash on that plane to Anchorage.

As for himself, he swapped identities with Matthias in Los Angeles, then, after making a public appearance, obediently bought a ticket to Anchorage with Daria and the others.

The whole process went smoothly, surprisingly so…

This left Mountain Eagle, who was prepared for a spy-like operation, feeling as if he had punched into thin air.

It wasn't until he met Mori in the VIP lounge at the airport that he understood what had happened.

The 'Intelligence Department Losers Alliance,' who had stumbled due to the Snowden issue, showed formidable strength this time.

The Edward Foundation's mobilization of US Military Base Black Hawk helicopter pilots to defect caused a stir, leading to many people stepping down and going to jail.

The Black president in the White House felt he lost control over the military, so he was exceptionally furious, and a purge targeting those involved with the Edward Foundation was underway.

Everyone knew that the Black man's orders couldn't be fully executed in the end…

Yet, the most powerful man in the world had spoken, so the Edward Foundation would have to stay quiet for a while, even throwing enough chips to quell the Black man's anger.

The first Black president in US history, with a year left in his term, had been creating a series of records during his seven years, promoting American elite politics and minority group protections as political correctness.

In his last year in office, he needed to fulfill the elevation and solidification of his career and influence, thus securing his high ground in the political ecosystem of the US, extending his power and influence.

The Edward Foundation, a right-wing organization with a Jewish Zionism background, had a very strong populist gene, which inherently contradicted the existing internationalist policies of the US, even earning the disdain of the Soros-led Jewish International Consortium.

Because those large multinational corporations needed to promote liberalism to seek the greatest benefits within it.

Under such circumstances, the US was merely a parasitic host for these multinational consortia, and the multicultural and immigration policies promoted by the Black man were all to strengthen the attribute of 'freedom,' shaping the US into an international dominator with a multicultural and inclusive image.

Once right-wing nationalism rises, the first to be hurt would be the Black man's Democrat Party, as well as those multinational consortia.

The Edward Foundation stepped on the Black man's weak spot, giving him a chance to react.

It's well known that the Republican Party firmly supports Jewish Zionism, and as a competent Democrat president, failing to make the Republican Party suffer at such a chance would mean he is inadequate.

Those people continuously rejected his proposals in Congress without even glancing at the content, which had made the Black president impatient.

Mountain Eagle had no idea that his confrontation with the Edward Foundation involved such a complex behind-the-scenes game.

When Mori handed him a cooperation document from the US Department of Homeland Security, he suddenly found it extremely amusing.

He regarded Los Angeles as a battlefield, fought so many battles, and now the US Department of Homeland Security actually wanted to cooperate with him…

Looking at Mori sitting with a champagne glass on the sofa in the VIP lounge, drinking happily…

Mountain Eagle looked at this bald fat man oddly and laughed, saying: "Does this mean I'm in cahoots with the current US president?

When are you planning to label the Edward Foundation as a terrorist group?

So, I can contribute to the US anti-terrorism cause!"

With that, Mountain Eagle paused and shook his head helplessly, saying, "Such a high-level game, and that Black man actually pushed me to the front stage.

Looks like he's covering me, but if the Edward Foundation gets trampled and feels unsatisfied, I'd end up being their scapegoat."

Mori, now with a different status, faced Mountain Eagle's complaints, spread his hands and said, "What can we do?

Originally, our idea was to give you the identity of an informant or collaborator, then cooperate to get some contracts from the Department of Homeland Security.

The Sinaloa Group, Alex Vincent, the Replacers are all good targets to strike.

Who knew when the report was submitted, this would be the result?"

Saying that, Mori looked at Mountain Eagle, whose expression was somewhat dissatisfied, and said helplessly, "None of us expected this!

But you have to see the good side of things, at least the Edward Foundation is now under tremendous pressure, at least during the term of the White House occupant, they will certainly have no time to trouble you.

Moreover, you aren't really afraid of them…

Buddy, we racked our brains compiling the origins of the military arms you used in Los Angeles, have I asked you about them?

If it were someone else, they'd be locked in the black cells of Guantanamo by now.

Actually, you just nominally have cooperation with the Department of Homeland Security, which doesn't prevent you from continuing your business, after all, you wouldn't collaborate with terrorists, right?

Mountain Eagle, there are some things we can't help with, since the moment you squared off against the Edward Foundation, things were already beyond our control.

Because their level is too high, so high that neither I nor those 'Losers Alliance' guys dared to regard them as 'enemies'.

This is pretty good now, the Black man in the White House once suffered a loss from Jewish Zionism, he was publicly scolded by Netanyahu on TV over the Israeli settlement issue, now he wants to exploit the matter…

Moreover, now various evaluation agencies generally favor a Democrat reelection, it's always a good thing to have some connection with them…"

Mountain Eagle disdainfully shook his head, saying, "NO, a small figure like me getting involved in such a high-level confrontation would likely end with not even a trace left.

I want to lay low for a winter in Alaska, don't call me, and don't hire me for any work.

Let everyone think I've disappeared is the best approach!

In that case, at most I'd face armed retaliation from the Edward Foundation, and I'm not afraid of that!"

Mori put down his champagne and looked curiously at Mountain Eagle, who had suddenly become timid, saying, "In my impression, you don't seem kind of person.

You're definitely not afraid of the Edward Foundation because they have more resources than you, and you have enough strike capability.

Why did you suddenly change your mind..."

As he spoke, Mori seemed to suddenly think of something and said with a start, "I heard about what happened at the party; are you worried the Edward Foundation is targeting your family?

Aren't you overthinking it?

Any hunter knows that when facing a tiger, if you don't have the ability to kill with one blow, don't provoke it.

You are now that tiger, and you could even be the hunter!

Whether in Thailand or the wilderness of Alaska, you are more dominant than the Edward Foundation."

Mountain Eagle looked at Mori as though at a fool and said with amusement, "Bro, did you forget something?

The person sitting in front of you now is a billionaire with nearly 500 million US dollars in cash!

You guys in this Losers' Alliance, instead of risking nickels and dimes from the Department of Homeland Security's anti-terror funds, why aren't you considering pleasing me?

My damn fight with the Edward Foundation a few days ago made you a quick 25 million US dollars.

The foreign exchange futures in South America are looking great; with new funds, the investment efficiency will increase.

Your money invested there will bring you more profits within the next year.

I am your God of Wealth; you should worship me, protect me, and treat me like your daddy...

Would you let your dear father, who gives you substantial annual funding, venture into danger for some petty cash?"

Mori paused for a moment, then wiped the sweat from his forehead, suddenly realizing...

The young man before him had just completed a bloody primitive accumulation through ruthless battle, reaping profits while stepping over the Edward Foundation's body.

No amount of cautiousness would be too much at this moment!

In the past, those represented by Mori could confidently place their funds with Mountain Eagle because they had confidence in their ability to restrain him to some extent, but now the situation indeed seems a bit different.

This is no simple term; wealth at this level leads to qualitative changes.

Mountain Eagle isn't one of those profligate rich second-generation kids; with his shrewdness, he can quickly build connections and influence by investing money in the right places, forming a comfort zone around himself.

Mountain Eagle observed Mori's changing expression, patted him lightly, and said, "Bro, you are just a middleman or political broker...

I guess your dream isn't to save the world but to make money!

Think about it, even if you could get into the White House to kiss the ass of that black guy, how much could you earn?

Search your conscience; haven't you reached this point because I entrusted you with Snowden's solution, giving you the qualification to sit with those Silicon Valley giants and Washington consulting company bosses?

Isn't it because of this matter that you had the opportunity to unite with a bunch of Intelligence Department Losers' Alliance?

Isn't it because I led them to make money, they still regard you as an important figure after the matter is over?

Have you considered that it is because I trusted you that those losers gathered around you, giving you the illusion that you are their leader?"

Mountain Eagle paused for a moment and seriously said, "Do you believe if I return their money to their accounts tomorrow, they will leave this crappy alliance the day after tomorrow?

Buddy, although these people are losers, they are also middle-to-high-level intelligence officials capable of deploying special forces to start wars in other countries.

You need to reassess your position; otherwise, one day you'll be swallowed whole!"

Mori was dumbfounded...

He knew Mountain Eagle wasn't joking but that he indeed had become a bit too smug lately, misjudging his position and situation.

Without the Snowden issue as a platform, those who previously had pleasant conversations with him might quickly forget him.

Only the middleman knows how difficult it is to establish a deep connection with clients; if those people were easy to deal with, they wouldn't need a middleman to relay messages.

A true middleman or political broker should focus on cultivating themselves!

Mori, suddenly understanding, vigorously rubbed his cheeks and said with a bitter smile, "Can we not mention how foolish I looked just now in the future?"

Seeing that this guy finally understood, Mountain Eagle laughed and said, "Buddy, everyone has moments of smugness! Official source ıs 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵

At least you have those bigwigs' numbers in your phone; being able to connect with them is a resource in itself.

Identify their needs or even create needs, and you can use existing resources to work miracles!

The Losers' Alliance is a great ally; though they have lost upward mobility, they still hold power and resources...

Now, I am responsible for continuously increasing their account funds while you are responsible for integrating their power.

Trust me, give me some time, and we will find those big players' needs again, and by then, you'll become important once more."