Frank's charity foundation is doing well, which saves Reeves a lot of trouble.
"Well! Good! Well done!" Ribs praised with satisfaction.
Frank took the opportunity to ask tentatively, "Boss, considering my performance, could you please give me a little reward?"
"What do you want?" Ribs nodded.
Frank said cautiously, "Can you... let me move around freely? I've been followed by two people all day, and I feel embarrassed to even take care of a personal matter..."
Ribs stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly remembered Frank's penchant for being whipped and laughed out loud.
"Okay! From today on, I won't send anyone to keep an eye on you," Reeves agreed. Then, his eyes turned cold, he added, "Just help me take care of this foundation, and don't try to do anything else."
Frank nodded repeatedly, smiling flatteringly, "Boss, don't worry! I, Frank, may not have any other skills, but I'm an expert at money laundering and tax evasion!"
Reeves sneered and winked at his younger brother beside him.
The younger brother immediately pulled out a butterfly knife and swung it around, waving the blade in front of Frank's eyes. "If you dare to do anything, I'll cut off your fingers one by one and stuff them in your mouth."
Frank swallowed his saliva and waved his hands quickly: "No, no! I, Frank, am now a dog of the Black Rabbit Gang. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west!"
A few days later, in Inglewood, the Black Rabbit Charitable Foundation held its first public event.
On the street, a row of brand-new "Black Rabbit Charity" vans were parked in front of the community center, with eye-catching slogans printed on the bodies of the vans - "Make Chicago Great Again!"
Wearing a neat suit and smiling, Reebok stood on a makeshift podium, with hundreds of community residents eagerly waiting below.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Reeves opened his arms and spoke in a loud voice, "The Black Rabbit Charity Foundation is officially launched today! We will provide free food, medical assistance, and even sponsor college education for impoverished families throughout Chicago!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the audience burst into warm applause and cheers.
Several Black Rabbit gang members pushed carts and distributed "charity supplies" door to door - milk, eggs, flour, and T-shirts and hats printed with the "Black Rabbit Charity" logo.
A white-haired old lady took the supplies tremblingly, her eyes filled with tears. She was so moved that she said, "God bless you, Mr. Ribbs! You are much better than those politicians who only talk big!"
Ribbs smiled and shook her hand: "This is what our foundation should do! Make Chicago great again!"
The news that congressional candidate Reeves has established a charitable foundation has been reported by many media outlets and has become a hot topic.
That night, inside Chicago City Hall.
Democratic candidate Monroe and Republican candidate Graver rarely sat at the same table, their faces gloomy.
"This Reeves... is no ordinary person," Graver said, gnashing his teeth as he flipped through the Chicago Sun-Times headline: "Black Rabbit Charitable Foundation: A True Community Hero?" "He's using charity to whitewash himself and win over voters!"
"Right now, the combined support rate of our two parties is barely on par with his!" Graver said, putting down the newspaper. "This is no longer the time for internal strife. We must unite to deal with him!"
Monroe narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Don't panic! I'll take action soon. With two major parties in power, how can we let an independent become a member of parliament?"
Sure enough, the next day, Democratic candidate Monroe launched an attack on Reebs.
Monroe held a press conference at a luxury hotel in the city center and invited all the famous local media in Chicago.
He was wearing a well-tailored dark blue suit, and the electronic screen behind him was scrolling his campaign slogan "Purifying Chicago's Political Ecology."
Monroe first thanked the media present, then said forcefully, "Some candidates are bringing street violence into politics and using intimidation to manipulate votes! This is a disgrace for our Chicago!"
As he spoke, he deliberately held up the front page of the Chicago Tribune - in the photo, a surveillance screenshot of the Black Rabbit Gang's gang members forcing an old lady to collect eggs at gunpoint was clearly visible.
"Please believe me, citizens, and believe in our Democratic Party! We will never tolerate gang forces tarnishing the sacred democratic election!"
Monroe shook the newspaper in his hand. On the projection screen behind him, the photo of Reeves was deliberately adjusted to a gloomy filter. The ferocious expression of the Black Rabbit Gang member was clearly visible under the spotlight, and the sound of shutter clicks rang out one after another at the scene.
The next day, news of Reebok's gangster identity and his threats to voters spread throughout the streets.
Soon, major media outlets in Chicago received news from the Daley family.
Almost at the same time, all kinds of crazy public opinion attacks were launched against Reeves.
The Chicago Daily News anchor said of Ribbs: "What the legislators need is economists and sociologists, not street fighting experience."
The next day, the Chicago Sun-Times' front-page headline directly pointed to the Black Rabbit Charity Foundation as a "transnational money laundering network disguised as charity!"
Various violent videos of the Black Rabbit Gang in Inglewood were released online, and of course, the titles all had Reeves' name.
Below the video are the replies from the crazy, paid-for internet troll army: Would you like to let the executioner make the law?
The Black Rabbit Gang blew up the garbage dump and killed three hundred of my brothers! How could a butcher like that be a council member?
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Under the massive publicity and media offensive, Ribbs's reputation took a sharp turn for the worse.
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