American Legendary Life

　　Keeping science and technology in an advanced field, when wars occur, a large amount of military appropriations from Congress will enable them to arm the troops for the first time.

　　 "Moreover, this is more of a guarantee for me." Looking at Li Zitao's warm smile, Dwight said silently in his heart.

　　 The problems of those veterans are a great adventure for Dwight, and his future can be hung on it.

　　 Even if there is a secret agreement from the War Department, if Li Zitao is really in trouble, Dwight must be the one who was thrown out of the top tank.

　　 As long as he obtained a national defense license, it would be different.

　　 This is a military-recognized cooperative partner. Even if there is any trouble, a tall gangster will stand up. He doesn’t have to worry about being thrown out as a scapegoat.

　　 "Is the military planning to eliminate the truck?" Li Zitao asked about it again.

　　 "The military itself is not enough, eliminated?" Dwight refused even if he didn't want to. The military vehicles of this year were purely hand-made, and it took nearly three weeks for a paint to dry.

　　 The military itself is unsatisfied, thinking about its elimination, drink too much?

　　 "This matter can't have a quick result, don't be too optimistic, be prepared." Dwight said to him before leaving.

　　 He is ready without saying that Li Zitao, the worst plan is to immerse himself in development first, and vigorously develop ‘black technology,’ waiting for the military to kneel and lick when the war comes.

　　If he can obtain a national defense license now, he will tilt his focus to the military industry. If he can't, then he will make a lot of money and develop slowly!

　　Build a high wall, accumulate food, and slowly become king.

　　Li Zitao is only 18 years old this year, life is a long road, what is the hurry?

　　With the mentality of enjoying life, Li Zitao didn't bother with this matter at all. After sending Dwight away, he left it behind.

　　Daily bask in the sun every day, sign documents, develop little elk, and make phone congee with Ingrid. Pull out the best performers in the training camp when bored.

　　 A fat beat, enjoyable! !

　　 "BOSS, the killer found it." While bathing in the sun on the grass as usual, the monk suddenly brought good news.

　　 "Where are the people?" Li Zitao gave a spine back and stood upright.

　　 "The brother is taking him back." The monk said.

　　 "Go, go to the barracks." Li Zitao rubbed his palms, licking the corner of his mouth, his eyes a bit impatient.

　　It has been more than 20 days since Li Zitao wanted to give up. It was a surprise to find the murderer at this time without thinking.

　　 "Charlie, this guy." Wang Dagou dragged a white man with blood on his face into the barracks, still on the ground like a dead fish.

　　 The tall nose bridge became distorted, and his face seemed to be blown up by the artillery battle.

　　 "Are you asking anything?" Li Zitao showed no sympathy for this tragic picture.

　　If he doesn't have this perverted body, then a shot will directly kill his life, sympathizing with a killer who almost killed himself, "Oh, Laozi has a pit in his head?"

　　 "No, but he has this on his body." Wang Dagou grabbed the collar of his back and pulled it down.

　　 tear it ——

　　 The blood-stained tattoo is exposed, and there is nothing more to ask next.

　　 "Handle it clean!" Li Zitao waved.

　　 The big hand of Wang Dagou directly covered his head, just squeezed so hard, and lifted the other party with one arm and disappeared outside the gate.

　　 As for the opponent's end, this kind of trivial matter does not need him to care for himself.

　　In the early 1920s, tattoo culture was not popular in the United States. At this time, 90% of those with tattoos were mafia.

　　 And most of them are Italians from Sicily, Li Zitao looked down and smirked: "Monk, let the news out, this matter was planned by the Kendi family, anyway, they worked hard in New York to recruit Luciano's remnants."

　　Thinking about it, he felt that he needed to keep the muddy water. "Add a few more versions, Dupont, Chicago Consortium, Morgan, and the military, find some eloquence among the students.

　　It is best to compile a miserable story that is universally enemies because of racial discrimination. If you can't edit it, you can find a help to write a manuscript and follow it. "

　　 For the shamelessness of BOSS, the monk has already seen no strangers. When he went out, he picked up a few of the most active and well-known Chinese nationals and went directly to the club.

　　 "..." When Ben got a new mission from BOSS from the mouth of the monk, the calm and indifferent face of the past was instantly broken.

　　 "My mother is a high-intelligence businessman, an expert in the financial field, responsible for the operation of think tanks and the development of all industries, not the editor of Gossip Weekly!!"

　　 looked at the radiant monk with two front teeth smiling straight, but he could only bear the suffocation in his heart and gave this matter to Sanil.

　　 "I am very interested." When Sanil heard BOSS's request, her eyes light up instantly.

　　With the girl soldiers from the think tank, these women compiled a dozen different versions in just 2 hours.

　　Everyone is singing and weeping, seeing the blood of the human being spreading out, hoping to stand up for justice for the protagonist of the story, and expose the heavy shady and oppressive world.

　　So, in the gossip tabloid offices that night, the phone kept ringing.

　　 stories about racial discrimination, oppression, darkness, and inhumanity appeared on the desk of the editor.

　　 "What is the loss of genius, American freedom = darkness"

　　 "Hundred years of blood and tear history of immigrants, the truth of the inhumane facts"

　　 "Dark shadows under the stars and stripes, a real scary world"

　　 "Great people, despicable Washington, loss of human relations and moral corruption"

　　 "Yellow-skinned struggle, why was there no way to help when you were shot dead"

　　 "Death Scythe from the Giant, Harvesting Bloody Wealth"

　　 The editor looked at the title: "Hold the grass, so explosive." What are you waiting for?

　　Informed the factory to start work, adding more horsepower and printing 50,000 copies, tomorrow I want the world to see this front page.

　　 Of course there is some exaggeration in the world. The distribution of these tabloids cannot be achieved even across states, not to mention cross-border.

　　 But Li Zitao can't stand shamelessly, and has sent a message to the most popular tabloids in the important cities of various states.

　　 Then the next day, the overwhelming'shady' swept half of the United States and spread outward at a viral rate.

　　 Kennedy Manor, Joseph heard the hustle and bustle outside before getting up, frowned and went downstairs. After seeing the housekeeper, he asked, "What's going on outside?"

　　 "Sir, you should look at this." The housekeeper handed a stack of newspapers expressionlessly, all rumored tabloids that would never appear here in the past.

　　 "The reporter in this newspaper has received reliable information that the shooting of the rich Chinese businessman Charlie Lee is closely related to the Mafia in New York...

　　 Recently, the New York Mafia tried to appear near Kennedy Manor. According to reliable information, its remaining forces were all gathered by the Kendy family...

　　 What role did the Kendi family play in the shooting case? According to reliable sources..."

　　 "FK, where did they come from so much reliable news." The fleshy tremor on Joseph's cheek threw the newspaper in his hand with all his strength.

　　 The butler waved beckoningly and secretly, and the servants next to them quickly gathered up the newspaper and prepared to throw it away.

　　 "Wait, put them on the table." Taking a few deep breaths, Joseph returned to calm and decided to see what'reliable news' these tabloids had in the end. ’

　　 As for the hustle and bustle outside, you don’t even have to ask to know that you are a reporter from major newspapers. Presumably, it’s already overturned now?

　　 In front of the Ministry of Defence building, big-ticket reporters stood by the door. When a car stopped, they were immediately surrounded by black crowds.

　　 "General, may I ask if this is true, the military intentionally wants white people to replace Lee's position, only because of his skin color..."

　　 "General, may I ask if the military supports the white supremacy theory..."

　　 "General, why do people dare to attack Lee with the support of the military, is it really the military's advice..."

　　 A dozen microphones were poked straight into the mouth of the general who had just got out of the car. The frightened opponent blocked his hand in front of him and rushed into the building in a state of embarrassment.

　　 The same thing happened in front of the Capitol Building, the Washington Office of the Ministry of Army.

　　 "FK, who is this rumored news, the reporters just pierced my throat with a microphone just now."

　　 "Oh, this is crazy, no one can believe such news."

　　 "This is shamelessly stolen, maliciously slandered, checked, and found out who passed it on."

　　 "What can I do if I find it out? The American people's speech is free. Do you want to catch them all and shoot them? Idiot?"

　　 "FK, who do you say is an idiot, you old bladder with big belly and baldness, you should get out of Congress, and there will be scum like you, people will have doubts."

　　 "Fuck off, he dared to humiliate me and let go..." Hey, a leather shoe hit the head of the lively legislator.

　　……

　　 Wall Street, in front of the JP. Morgan Building, also has a group of unscrupulous journalists.

　　Chicago, in front of the McCormick family estate, the reporters waited like soldiers and vowed that they would never let anyone in and out of the gate.

Colleagues in New York and Washington have already obtained several pieces of information. Only they have no achievements. If they don’t desperately try to eat this bowl of rice, they might not be able to eat it. www.NovelMTL.com Because the CEO of Chicago National First Bank, Aiken Wood personally faced them to clarify the rumors.

　　 "The sources of these news are not credible, Charlie Lee is the most distinguished guest of our National Bank, and my good friend..."

　　 At first, some people suspected that the news was spread by Li Zitao, but when they knew that even Aiken had been thrown into ‘shit,’ he hurriedly asked reporters to clarify, and they dispelled the idea again.

　　When Li Zitao cooperated with Aiken to clarify in the newspaper, he said: "I believe in Aiken, I believe all my friends, please don’t believe untrue statements,

　　As for the truth of the matter, I think the Federation will give me justice, after all, I am also a American citizen. "

　　Li Zitao leaned forward, and sincere photos appeared in the newspaper. At the same time, on the edge of the round table in front of him, his ID card was placed.

　　哗——

　　 This is a poke of Ma Honeycomb. Chinese people who have been treated unfairly for a long time all over the country expressed their solidarity. At the same time, when the black people watched "There is a drama," they also became troubled.

　　Many white families also complained about discrimination. Coupled with the pain caused by unemployment and the Great Depression, they also joined the march.

　　Various rights guilds started tossing up, which was a good opportunity for them to show their faces, "Big guys unite and shoulder together!"

　　Some guilds also contacted the Blue and White Chamber of Commerce and expressed their desire to invite Li Zitao to be their free leader to fight for their rights.

　　Li Zitao declined this politely, but still donated a considerable amount of donation to the guilds that are not selling sheep meat.

　　 "Unless I don't want to do anything, I will be a free leader." Li Zitao sat at home and chatted casually with the reporter who came to report his work.