Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 250 The Jews Arrive
Tommy, led by Martin, walked into the tattoo studio, which was filled with various tattoo manuscripts and photos of finished products. After entering the door, even Martin couldn't help but wave his hand over his nose a few times: "My God, the smell of hemp is so strong that it is enough for the US Drug Enforcement Administration to complete a year's drug seizure. How high are you?"
The mixed-race tattoo apprentice who was in charge of guarding the store grinned and showed a mouthful of rotten teeth. He shook the unextinguished hand-rolled cigarette in his hand at Martin: "Florida needs inspiration, art needs inspiration, and inspiration needs this thing~"
Martin ignored the guy who was obviously high and took Tommy straight to the operating room in the back. When he opened the door, Tommy saw Jeff, whom he hadn't seen for many days, lying quietly on the tattoo chair in his boxer briefs, allowing the tattoo artist to work on his broad back.
In addition to the tattoo artist and Jeff, there was also a black man in the room who was dressed in a sissy way.
"You used the money I earned from selling my body and donated to Jeff, and hired a sissy-looking man to be Jeff's overall stylist during his campaign? We want to package him as a tough guy, not a gigolo." The first time Tommy saw the black man, he understood why Jessica, a traditional woman who rarely used discriminatory words to describe others directly, chose to use the word sissy to describe the other person.
The black man in front of me was about thirty years old. He had a bald head and wore a burgundy round-brimmed hat. He was wearing a black and white T-shirt like a Dalmatian, tight denim shorts, and casual sandals . He had a black jacket tied around his waist with the lapels hanging between his legs, making him look like he was wearing a black miniskirt.
"90% of the women in Florida are not as charming and feminine as this black man. This has already proved his ability. When he goes to the gay bars to use the bathroom, he needs four bodyguards to protect him outside, otherwise he will die under the beating of golf clubs. He also bought a sky-high insurance for his butt." Martin was obviously very familiar with the other party, and introduced him to Tommy:
"Marcus Landry won the Florida Most Photogenic Beauty Contest when he was 22 years old. He is now a stylist. He has done overall packaging and styling design for many local Florida singers' music videos. He also has his own styling studio. Among black people, he is definitely a young and promising person, only slightly inferior to me."
Martin likes to exaggerate when he speaks, but Tommy doesn't think this is an exaggeration. The black man is at least 1.9 meters tall, but you can't describe him as tall as a man. Instead, you use the word "tall" to describe him. He has a tall figure, but his facial features are delicate and three-dimensional. Even though Tommy is resistant to the gay community and black people in his heart, he has to admit that this beautiful black gay with a feminine appearance is definitely Marilyn Monroe in the eyes of gay men.
"This is my boss Tommy," Martin said to the gay guy named Marcus.
Marcus was obviously a little dissatisfied with what Tommy had just said. He frowned slightly and looked at Tommy, then motioned Tommy to look at Jeff on the tattoo chair, and said with disdain: "Jeff Lavin's patriotic tough guy design and the veteran tough guy tattoo on his body were all designed by a sissy like me."
Tommy took a closer look at Jeff, who was lying unresponsive, and waited until he saw the tattoos on this guy's body clearly. "Wow, I take it back, Marcus, you are so fucking tough. To apologize, I will introduce you to a friend named Jason. Maybe you can cure his Marcus syndrome, and he can pay you a lot of money for it."
On Jeff's broad back, there is a tattoo of an upright M4A1 rifle. The muzzle of the rifle is inserted into a pair of US Army boots, and an Army helmet and a soldier's badge are hung on the butt. This is obviously a soldier's grave.
On both sides of the boots, there are two lifelike American Bully dogs with fierce expressions. Above the dogs is a short handwritten English sentence: "Old soldiers never die. They will only kill those who want this country to die forever!"
Both of his arms are covered with tattoos of an American eagle and skull representing leadership, red poppies to commemorate comrades who died in battle, pierced hearts, naked women, photos of his wife Jessica, and other common tattoo patterns among military personnel.
"Just looking at these tattoos, I really don't believe that Jeff is just helping the military band move instruments in the Florida National Guard. These tattoos show that he is a killing machine trained by elite special forces." Tommy nodded in praise, and then asked Marcus: "Jeff is not bad. He can still sleep even though the tattoos are so painful. This shows that he is a tough guy at heart."
"It took enough anesthetic to knock down an elephant to make him shut up and fall asleep. Sir, didn't you see that the colors of these tattoos are very light? That's because of the anesthetic. The pores are shrunk and can't absorb the ink... The pattern on this guy's body is the worst work of my career. I will never admit that I tattooed this pile of shit." The tattoo artist spit out the butt of his hand-rolled cigarette, looked up and said to Tommy:
"This thing is as soft as the silicone nipples of the inflatable dolls I usually use."
Tommy sighed, changed the subject, and asked Martin, "Okay, when was Jeff's first nomination speech?"
The first party nomination speech is the internal primary election held by the Democratic Party in the 18th District. The candidates' speeches are listened to and voted to determine the number of votes these candidates have received. Basically, after the first nomination speech, except for the top two, no matter how many candidates there are, they will not have any chances because of the subsequent campaign process. The Democratic Party's 18th District Committee will only focus on the top two, and in the second round of party nomination speeches, they will begin to decide which one to fully support based on party interests and the abilities of the candidates, and persuade the other party to come forward and call on their supporters to support their opponents instead, integrate all forces, and ensure that they can unite to fight against the Republican candidates selected in the same way.
Of course, candidates with lower rankings can continue to participate in the second round of elections within the party, but basically speaking, they have no chance of winning if they lose the support of party resources.
"Five days later." Martin said to Tommy, "There are a total of 24,886 registered Democrats in District 18. Excluding those who cannot attend for various reasons, there will be about 22,000 Democrats participating in the primary nomination vote. The team has calculated that at least 5,500 party nomination votes are needed to have a chance to get second place in the fight among the nine candidates. The current simulation data shows that Jeff's best result is fourth place, with 1,800 votes. His racist campaign slogan was rejected by the Democratic Party because the Democratic Party Committee of District 18 believes that Rosario Kennedy, a Cuban woman, can win the support of Cuban voters in this district, and her image can also improve the stereotyped conservative image of the Democratic Party that Cubans previously had."
"We have to help Jeff build momentum before the primary election." Tommy pinched his chin and said to Jeff, who was still asleep.
Martin had learned a lot about the election industry in the past two weeks. He followed Tommy's train of thought and said, "Notify those veterans to hold a huge pre-primary rally? But for the party nomination primary, these rallies of ordinary people are of little significance and are unlikely to sway the decision of the Democratic Party."
"Aren't we planning to arrange for Jessica to get slightly injured in a traffic accident? Change the script and hold the pre-primary campaign rally on Coral Road in South Miami. Let Jeff and his family attend. Choose a good venue." Tommy was silent for more than ten seconds, then raised his head and said to Martin:
"I'll pay BT's local affiliates to broadcast the event live for me, and I'll ask them to broadcast the video to all BT's affiliates in the United States. I don't care if BT charges $200,000 or $300,000. I'll make sure all BT's affiliates in the United States broadcast Black News Today's special coverage of the rally."
"Do you want to launder that political black money, Boss?" Martin asked Tommy in a low voice after hearing what Tommy said.
Coral Road in the South District of Miami, adjacent to Little Havana, is a gathering place for many middle and lower class Jews. Martin doesn't think that the Jews will support Jeff because there is a candidate among the Democratic candidates who claims to be of Jewish descent. So it is very likely that his boss's real idea is to donate the money donated by the cult church to Jeff's campaign action committee, and then use it as advertising fees paid by Martin to BT TV station to successfully launder it.
"No, I want to verify how much influence BT TV has after being in operation for so long. I also think that Jews should hate Cubans." Tommy rubbed Martin's head lovingly as if he were a pet. "Call Paige and ask him to come see me. I haven't seen him for so long. I miss him a little."
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As night fell, Tommy took the seat of honor at the dining table in Jeff's house. Jeff, Jessica, Gina and Jeff's four children, Zack's two best friends Zack and Allen, Martin and Marcus sat on the left and right of the table like devout believers around Jesus.
Tommy used a dinner knife to cut off a piece of beef that still had hemoglobin on it, then put it into his mouth and chewed it. "When I was in Tallahassee, someone taught me how to eat steak. He said that although a medium-rare steak is tougher than a medium-rare steak and is not easy to digest, you can enjoy the bloody deliciousness. The most important thing is that you will always enjoy the food faster than the fool who only eats it medium-rare."
"If I were him, I would just bite the butt of a live cow." Jeff's smart buddy Allen said.
"Shut up, Alan. The point of this sentence is to eat meat faster than others! Not to gnaw on the cow's butt! Damn, it's a miracle that Jesus didn't go crazy when he came to Florida to preach." Tommy swallowed his food, cursed Alan, and then looked at Jeff who was grinning because of Alan's words and said:
"From today on, don't let me see this stupid smile on your face again, Jeff! Think of something angry! For example, you are carrying the dreams of countless veterans, and countless veterans like your father are waiting for you to redeem them! Don't laugh again!"
Jeff was born with a fierce expression. If he just kept his face straight and didn't smile, shaved his head, took off his shirt, and rode a Harley motorcycle on the street, even the police would want to stay away from him, and everyone would think of him as a tough guy from a white gang.
But the problem is, this guy likes to laugh, and when he laughs, it reminds Tommy of an emoticon package he often saw on social software in his previous life, the one in the Rage Comics that used Yao Ming's face with Kim Jong-un's smile. No matter how fierce his facial features are, with that smile, people will feel that Jeff is harmless.
"Three days from now, that is, two days before the primary election for the party nomination, I want your whole family to hold a campaign rally on Coral Street in the South District. I won't let the veterans rush there to cheer you on, so the rally may be very quiet at the beginning, because the people living there are all Jews. Don't expect them to be as enthusiastic about Jeff as they are about preaching to the veterans. But I promise that as long as Jeff gives you a speech according to the speech Martin will give you later, he will slowly attract the attention of the Jews. Jessica, you don't have to pretend to be sick. You, Jeff and the four children will attend together. Gina, you and Marcus will leave later, and he will change your clothes. Martin will give you some precautions. Within three days, you will successfully hook up with a Jewish boyfriend in a South District bar, do you understand? It doesn't matter whether he is impotent or not, or whether he is good in bed. The most important thing is that he is a Jew. Then three days later, take that idiot to the rally. By then..."
Before Tommy could finish his words, the door of Jeff's house was pushed open from the outside, and Stephen Bean appeared outside with an angry face:
"Fuck You! Tommy! What the hell did you do! Why did the most outstanding producer in my company have to go back to Los Angeles to see a psychiatrist because of you? Can't you just shoot according to the script? My company's first big production is in a mess because of choosing three idiots like you!"
Stephen walked in, cursing, followed by his assistant and bodyguard. Stephen walked to the refrigerator and opened it, taking out a can of beer, took a few gulps, then took a deep breath to calm his anger, and turned his head to look at Tommy who was enjoying his food with his back to him:
"You three are my best brothers, I trust you, and then what? Jason, that idiot, opened a prostitute training school with the gimmick of the prostitute camera! More than a hundred illegal Korean immigrant women in Sacramento used the money they earned from selling their bodies to pay a high price to his crazy girlfriend, just to learn how to better please the big dick of American men!"
"My best friend in the Order of the Phoenix, Belt, is even more outrageous. He called a few Stanford classmates to Little River City, Washington State, and started a shameless funeral training business and a fucking greenhouse planting training business. He trained the nearby British Columbia, Canada, and local Washington State gang members in funeral and corpse disposal knowledge, and taught those stupid gangs how to use greenhouses to grow nettle plants in winter!"
" Gangsters engaged in smuggling business on the US-Canada border sent all kinds of younger brothers to learn from him how to calmly complete the dissection, preservation, and pollution-free destruction of a corpse outdoors or in poor medical environments. Even gangs in New York and Boston sent members to Washington State to learn from his training company how to build greenhouses, just to continue to grow hemp in the New York winter... After the business opened for a month, the FBI, the US Drug Enforcement Administration, the Washington State Police, the CIA, and the Canadian Interpol Center almost lined up to arrange undercover agents in his company. As a result, this idiot sold himself to the above law enforcement agencies and took the initiative to become their informant. While he served as an informant for these agencies to obtain informant protection rights and enjoy the treatment of close protection by agents, he continued to do his training business and earn the training fees of those gangs, because the informant protection rights guaranteed that his income would not be confiscated."
"But none of them are as bad as you. You disgust me the most, Tommy. That's why I flew here without stopping after listening to Nick's report." Stephen walked to Tommy with a beer in his hand and glared at him condescendingly.
"He said that in order to raise funds for this poor fool named Jeff, you fucked at least seven churches and at least dozens of cult leaders' harem members. Each one of them was beautiful and extremely obedient to the leader's words. Some of them were mothers and daughters, some were sisters, and some were mothers, daughters and sisters."
Everyone else was still stunned by Stephen's sudden arrival and what he had just said, but Tommy seemed to have not seen him and continued to eat beef: "Get to the point, idiot."
Stephen put his hand on Tommy's shoulder. "Take me to raise funds one more time and I'll forgive you for changing my script, poor bastard! My family and I have donated money to the Democratic Party for so many years, and we have never enjoyed such licentious treatment!"
“Wait a minute, you’re Jewish, right?” Tommy seemed to suddenly react and looked up at Stephen.
Stephen looked back at Tommy suspiciously. "In front of you, I don't think I deserve this title. If Germany massacres Jews again, and the Nazis don't put you in the incinerator before me, I will suspect that there is something fishy going on."
"No, you are. So, if you want to fuck a woman these two days, you can only fuck her." Tommy said, looking at Gina who was eating:
"Gina, let me introduce you. This is Stephen, your boyfriend for the next three days. If you can get pregnant with his child within three days, I promise you will never have to worry about finding a job again in your life."
