Chapter 1115: Chapter 555: I Have a Friend Who Can Fly a Plane—_2

Eldridge Cleaver is skimming money meant for thousands…

Frigga Ackman squinted, silent, just stared the other party straight in the eyes, making them visibly uncomfortable.

“Supreme Leader Victor hates being deceived the most.”

Eldridge Cleaver felt a pang of anxiety inside, but kept a smile on his face, “How could that be, the Black Panther Party is Mexico’s best partner!”

Seeing the other’s jovial demeanor, Frigga Ackman wanted to throw a punch, nodding slightly, “Mexico demands you make a big move, draw the American government’s attention within a month, or we’ll cut down on our assistance.”

“I’ve delivered the message, I hope you heed it.”

After speaking, Frigga Ackman couldn’t be bothered to stay longer, mainly because the air smelled too foul, yet somewhat familiar.

After seeing him out, Eldridge Cleaver returned indoors and kicked the nearby cabinet, smashing the wooden door.

“Son of a b****, who do you think you are, ordering me around! God****!”

He kept spewing profanities.

Venting his dissatisfaction.

“Cousin, what if I take some people and just take him out?” said he, scooting over, grimacing.

Before he finished speaking, Eldridge Cleaver slapped him, sending him right to the floor, “Have you been dazed by Elizabeth’s tampon? If you kill him, where will we get weapons and ammunition? When that bastard Victor sends troops, what will we do? Surrender and face life imprisonment, right?”

He cursed angrily, pointing at his head, “Can you use your brains?”

Surely all the African-American intellect was given to him alone.

Damn it!

Furiously, he picked up a cigarette from the table, lit it, and after a few puffs, felt much better, “Stir up trouble, stir up trouble, think, how can we start some trouble?”

The cousin got up from the floor, clutching his backside.

“Why not kidnap some government officials and behead them?”

Eldridge Cleaver lifted his foot to kick, scaring the other till he rolled to the side, letting out a couple of moans, propped his elbow on his knee, squinting, gritting his teeth, “Blow up President Mountain!”

Everyone in the vicinity gasped at the words.

Capitol Hill!

Blow it up?

How much dynamite would that need?

“Medellin blew up the Victory Goddess Statue; how can we lag behind? Let’s blow up President Mountain, obliterate those ugly faces.”

“Isn’t that a big deal?”

The people inside looked at each other.

“Speak!!” Eldridge Cleaver barked.

“Wouldn’t this offend most groups in the United States?” a woman shivered as she spoke.

“What’s there to fear? America is for Black people, all other people like Whites, Chinese descendants, Indians, and Mexicans are foreign!”

Indigenous people: F*** your mother!

“Though I despise Mexicans, they’re right, we do need to make a major move, or I can’t become Emperor of the Black Empire, we must unify America!”

If only there were crows, they’d be cawing.

You’re really passionate about being Emperor, huh?

Wear a yellow robe to Chinatown, then when you meet the old and young, they’ll shout long live for you.

“Cousin, if you become Emperor, can I be the Empress?” The cousin perked up, clutching his backside, eyes sparkling.

Eldridge Cleaver grabbed him, sat him on his lap, “Of course, is your face still hurting?”

“Since you hit me, it only makes me happy.”

Uh…

Damn creepy!

“Then it’s settled, get Casimir here.” He called towards the door to his confidant, who responded and quickly brought in a robust Black youth, wearing a short sleeve, his muscles distinctly defined.

As soon as Casimir Howard entered, he saw his boss eyeing him with a greedy look, causing him to clench his buttocks tightly.

“Boss, you called me?”

Eldridge Cleaver beckoned with a finger, Casimir hesitated but then walked over, though still stood two meters away.

“I won’t eat you!”

Seeing how tactless the other was, Eldridge lost interest and furrowed his brows, “Lead a team to blow up President Mountain.”

“Huh?”

Casimir was stunned, pointing at himself, “Blow up President Mountain?”

“Me?”

“If not you, then who? The organization trusts you, once you’re back, I’ll make you the Black Panther Party’s Minister of Propaganda, a role I used to do, so do your best.”

Casimir is not a fool.

Could he even return after the bombing?

He opened his mouth.

“What? You disagree?” Eldridge Cleaver’s tone turned icy, asking menacingly.

Seeing his gaze, Casimir quickly shook his head, gritting his teeth, “I’ll do it!”

“Hmm.”

The Black Panther leader nodded in satisfaction, yawning, his nose twitching slightly, an itch beginning, a sign of withdrawal symptoms, he waved his hand, his voice growing lazy, “Go, remember, it’s got to be done within a month.”

Walking out, Casimir Howard furrowed his brows.

The boss sure has it easy, blowing up President Mountain, why don’t you tell me how?

He turned back, spat toward the door.

But suddenly, an idea struck him.

He remembered Oakland had a private airfield, its owner seemingly Middle Eastern, who more than once expressed a desire to crash a plane into Capitol Hill.

Might as well have a chat with him.

That’s the benefit of having many friends.