Reborn American Tyrant

William White is tough, unscrupulous not to mention, and this guy is cautious.

They say capital is unbridled greed, and for ten times the profit they can sell everything, including the rope that can strangle them.

You can't say it's not true, but there are prerequisites here. First of all, you must have the opportunity to make money before you can talk about any risk. If you can't make it and you have to get killed, then you have no one to play with.

"How's it going, Al, how's the talk?"

Algol sighed, talk was negotiable. Nay, the fur was resentful and the big rabbit was indignant. God, we'd be all alone if we added the Gauls with their bellies full of poop.

What, we've got John Bull banging on the drums?

If one person has one vote, at the very least, the guy still has a vote.

Probably, except in a dream, I'm afraid that even if it was himself, John Bull wouldn't consider himself qualified. It's just a puppet, what's the point of pulling so many calves, Murphy, what Hawk Sauce supports, you also dare to oppose.

"The talk is a general one. The withdrawal of the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia from Kosovo, first and foremost to secure peace in the region.

Mr. President, the pace of eastward expansion has to be slowed down, the furs are in danger now, in case these guys are feeling rusty.

You know, Star Wars is nothing more than a joke, there's really no need to anger a wounded beast."

"Well, stopping the bombing could work, with the precondition that the SA withdraw from Kosovo. Al, will they agree, you reckon."

Starting a war was easy, especially for Hawk Sauce. Producing laundry detergent was all said and done as a weapon of mass destruction. With such no boundaries, you can expect them to throttle back.

There's a learning curve here on how to stop. It's always been the case that hawk sauce is still retarded in this regard. If MacArthur would have stopped at the 38th parallel, the rest of the game wouldn't have happened.

The Confederacy is actually the same, according to Curtis, it's almost done, I don't care who they kill. Anyway, as long as they don't kill Rice, you can do what you like.

Unfortunately, it's up to them when it starts. As for how it ends, that's another matter.

"Any progress? Tiger, your men haven't pulled out yet?

What's going on, I thought I told you, not too important to us, no need to risk it."

"Not our people, boss, just some informants. I heard they were threatened by the Maoists and they're planning to compromise."

"Ha, how similar to Poland back then. I reckon the Confederacy must be depressed. They can resist one bandit, but they can't resist two."

"Yes, boss, if you follow that logic, the pot that started World War II can't all be given to Moustache.

At the very least, a little bit more of the land that the Maoists carved up than the moustaches. Hey, hey, this place doesn't know what's going on either, it seems like it's being attacked from both sides again."

Now that we know they've made peace, there's nothing to worry about. Temporary world peace seemed to be coming back.

Silly Daiki was really no fun anymore, there weren't many worthwhile targets at all. It's also really stupid to consume yourself with impunity. All that was left was San, a group of guys who couldn't fight, and with a long attack, it was probably going to subside given a step.

"It's just a pity." William White could not help but lament that history said that the current Confederacy was still very seedy in this part of the world. If not for that, I'm afraid it would have been swallowed up by the hair long ago.

"Boss, what's the pity? There's going to be peace soon, which is always a good thing, I guess."

"Just a sentiment, I'm just saying that I shouldn't have compromised and simply opened up for a bad war, and everyone is mad at them.

Well now, the thing about compromising appeasement, it's addictive. If you take one step back, someone else will take another. In the end, it's just a piece of meat in someone else's bowl.

Unfortunately, God gave us a bad map. Being in the heart of Europe, but surrounded by tigers and wolves, counts as bad luck for these guys."

Well, William White was actually trying to say that the Balkan tigers didn't end up very well. A result of innocence is really a swelling of the hawk's face, too.

Of course, hawk sauce doesn't really want a face, so just try to pit it against each other. Even though the whole world knows that you have what temper you can have.

To get William White to say that there was no way back at all, just reach out and chop it off in the face of those greedy vultures, just like he was doing now. It's the rhythm of having your head in the water to trust your safety to the benevolence of others, as the saying goes.

As for legal justice, well, this stuff does exist. Unfortunately, it's not all that universal. You see, the boss in Panama was arrested under the pretext of selling laundry detergent.

Such a hilarious case, the Miami District Court, not still sentenced it.

One trumped-up charge, and you can lose everything.

Hey, it's hard to tell if the judge is a good guy or not. The Tiger of the Balkans was acquitted by the Hague court, but the sentence was just handed down here, and the dude just hung up.

You see, hawk sauce accuses people all the time. The same thing happened to the hairy guys, and these guys are like chickenshit. What about when it comes to themselves, alas, the media is in their control anyway, and it's not up to you to make a mistake about such a big right or wrong thing.

"Boss, are you sure?"

"Tiger just left and won't fight. According to his judgment, the matter will come to an end in two months at the most.

Before that, there might even be a ceasefire first. But, I guess, there's no target too valuable here in Kosovo, so the most likely, just a symbolic bombing of some sort?"

"Erm, so that we can ignore some short-term fluctuations. By the way, boss, the Tiger Fund, once again, has increased its shorting efforts.

To be honest, I was very surprised to get diametrically opposite information from you."

"Julian Robertson? Ha, the stubborn little old man.

Tsk, the yen has already screwed him over, and just as well, since he likes to give money away so much, there's no reason not to take it. Only, Filson, will this turn into some kind of profit transfer?"

Knowing that the guy was joking, Filson didn't answer. Of course, it was necessary to reformulate the strategy a bit.

Shorting this thing is actually extremely risky.

Stocks with too small a disk are generally not touched by many people. If this goes wrong, you can't even purchase and write it off.

Well, if Julian Robertson is going to short the Nasdaq, there's no doubt that weighted stocks are his first choice.

Ahem, that's just so damn annoying. William White wants to pull higher shipments, and he's partial to suppressing the stock here. I'm really confused, and I didn't sleep with his daughter, but what's going on with this old guy, and he's not even done with it.