The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 100 Price
Even after returning home, Xiong Endu was still smiling foolishly.

After giving his father a hug, Xiong En went back to rest.

Dak looked at his son's campaign manager and asked, "How long has this symptom lasted?"

"We've been all the way, Mr. Bazel." Coffey's answer was quite calm.

"It's hard to believe." Dak said with emotion: "The guy on TV is actually my son. Did I misjudge him before?"

"Maybe Mr. Bazel."

Dak noticed Coffey's state at this time, thought for a while, and asked, "I am a little curious. As Xiong En's campaign manager, did you teach him those words?"

“Mostly, but I didn’t teach him to justify his mistakes. I taught him to have the courage to admit them and make amends.

I taught him that he should not commit suicide, and that was it. I let the audience come up with conspiracy theories for the rest, but he fired at the drug dealers, the DEA and the government.

I taught him to be slick about taxes, but I didn't teach him to sell fucking drugs to America's allies! You think his speech was good, right? "

"Uh" Dak was a little confused by the series of questions: "At least the feedback is good, isn't it?"

Kofi nodded slightly. "Then I probably understand why Xiong En is so confident and persistent in expressing his opinions. I am honored to tell you, Mr. Dark, that the current Bazel family has offended drug dealers, the DEA, the LAPD, the government, the parliament, and even America's international allies! After tonight, a family called Bazel will step onto the world stage."

"Good news, the Bazel family has become famous. Bad news, any group that has the power to kill you must be planning how to send the Bazel family to hell! What do you think, Mr. Bazel, do you still think Master Xiong En's speech is good?"

Dark Bazel was silent.

After a long while, he pulled out the belt from his waist and said with a sullen face, "I think I need to talk to Xiong En about reason."

Seeing this big employer coming to find his son in anger, Coffey collapsed on the sofa in the living room.

Everyone saw Xiong En's dominance in the interview, but only Kofi knew that his remarks, which seemed to be a rebuttal to everything the host said and seemed to have mastered the rhythm of the whole situation, actually offended everyone who could be offended.

I remember I told him about the precautions at the beginning?
Bazel in the room was video chatting with his brothers: "Did you see that? Did you see that Tomi who was speechless? Is this a professional host? Compared to me, Xiong En Bazel, he is not even as combative as my stuttering grandfather!"

There was also a white guy on the other end of the phone. He was smoking a cigarette and said, "Stop bragging about yourself, Xiong En. Riley and the others have already told me that you made a video to show off to each of them. I have to say, the way you dominated the show made me sick!"

"Ha, I can tell you're jealous!"

"You can think what you want, Xiong En, but are you serious? For those drug addicts who don't have money to buy contraband, and for a better future for America?"

"Hahahaha." Xiong En laughed. "Of course, I have a great campaign manager. I love those poor people so much. To thank them for voting, I will give them a big dose! Let them thank Xiong En Bazel for his gift before they die!"

"I knew it, Xiong En! You're a fucking bastard! But there are a lot of people who oppose you, have you figured out what to do?"

"Need I say more? If we kill all the opponents, there will be no more opponents. Besides..."

Before Xiong En could say anything, the door was kicked open!

Xiong En turned around and looked at Dake who kicked open his door with dissatisfaction: "Old man, do you know what a child's privacy is?"

"Of course I know, my dear son." Dak's expression was cold: "I also know that you are already 24 years old, kid. This means that even if I beat you up, you can only go to the LAPD and call the police to report that you were beaten!"

Looking at the belt in his father's hand, Xiong En finally panicked: "Hey, Dad, is there any misunderstanding between us?"

"Misunderstanding? Yes, it's a misunderstanding! The Bazel family is going to be destroyed by a bastard like you!!"

The next moment, Dak, holding the belt, whipped Xiong En hard.

Where is Xiunuo at this time?

Xiunuo came to an apartment.

Lucas, who had just finished a phone call and walked into the bedroom, immediately realized that something was wrong. Without any hesitation, Lucas rushed to the head of the bed.

But when he opened the bedside table, he found that the self-defense weapon he had placed there was missing. Xiu Nuo shook the pistol in his hand: "Are you looking for this, Mr. Lucas?"

In fact, Xiunuo was still a little surprised that the head of the DEA Los Angeles district was actually a black man.

Lucas looked at the gun in Xiunuo's hand and raised his hands helplessly: "Tell me your conditions, sir. You didn't kill me directly, so what do you want?"

Xiunuo put away his gun: "Let's talk about cooperation."

"Of course." Lucas breathed a sigh of relief: "But maybe you should tell me who you are."

"Just an unknown illegal immigrant." Xiunuo smiled and said, "You might be interested in this."

As he spoke, Xiunuo took out his cell phone and played a video.

In the video, the DEA guys were shown pouring gasoline into the warehouse.

Lucas's dark face suddenly became extremely ugly: "Don't these idiots know to take off their uniforms!"

"Obviously, you know what this is."

"So, sir, what do you want?" Lucas knew that he was in trouble this time. He did not even try to argue that this matter had nothing to do with him.

Lucas knew that was pointless.

"I said, cooperation." Xiu Nuo smiled and said, "I guess you know who I am, right?"

"Of course, I just didn't expect you to be Asian. Let's talk about cooperation. What do you need us to do? Release a captured drug dealer? Or turn a blind eye to the business of a certain gang family?"

"No, no, no." Xiu Nuo waved his hands: "How could I let the DEA do such a thing? Believe it or not, I really hate drug dealers. I really hate them! So, I came here to cooperate with the DEA. You have information about countless drug dealers, right?"

"Are you going to burn their contraband again?"

"That's too tiring, isn't it? What I have to do is simple. I want the drug dealers dead, and there's a clown making quite a scene right now. You should have watched TV, right? I believe that the drug dealers are all gearing up for action. I like challenging things, so why doesn't the DEA launch a rectification operation? You just need to arrest people, and leave the rest to me. I will kill the guys you find troublesome, and ensure that your people get extremely dazzling political achievements, how about that?"

Lucas stared at Xiunuo cautiously: "Do you really want to be a superhero?"

"Can't you?"

“It’s a little hard to take.”

“I’m an Oriental, so is it weird that I think a drug dealer died?”

"That's a good reason." Lucas nodded when he heard the identity: "But..."

"You don't have a choice, Lucas." Xiunuo shook the phone in his hand: "I'll leave the phone number with you. You can choose whether to be thrown into prison by the FBI or become a drug-busting hero."

As he said that, Xiunuo threw Lucas' gun back.

The latter grabbed the pistol, and when he looked at Xiunuo again, he found that he was gone.

Yes, just an open window.

Lucas rushed to the window and looked around, but couldn't see Xiunuo.

"This is the fucking 23rd floor! Damn it, did he jump from here?"

This was the only explanation Lucas could think of for Xiuno's sudden disappearance, and the only one he considered to be good news right now was.

This fellow who is comparable to Batman doesn't seem to be that righteous.

(End of this chapter)