The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 103: That’s how I lost my money
Roland Stanley, a member of the House of Lords funded by the Barzel family.

However, since he has already reached this position, he naturally does not only rely on the support of the Basel family. In fact, there are many people who are willing to support him.

But now, Roland is about to cut ties with the Bazel family.

Both California legislatures were extremely hostile toward the not-so-bright guy from the Barzel family.

He even held a special meeting to warn those guys who accepted funding from the Basel family. Roland knew very well what he should do.

There are many people who want to sponsor me, so there is no need to ruin my future for the Basel family.

Therefore, he arranged a counterattack as a way to explain to the Speaker and to cut ties with the Basel family.

And this matter went more smoothly than he thought.

It turns out that there are still people who understand in Los Angeles.

There are people opposing the government’s legal injection sites, let alone now there’s another lunatic who wants to give out contraband for free!
It would be fine if he was just a lunatic, but this bastard has attracted countless followers through his TV show. Those people must be crazy.

so.
protest! Must protest!
Parade! We must parade!
Roland was very satisfied with the show. Next, he just had to wait for the Bazel family to be doomed.

Xiunuo didn't know that Roland was the one who organized this march, but he knew that marches in the United States also needed to be reported. However, many times angry citizens did not like to report, which would lead to suppression by the LAPD.

The police who have reported the march will maintain order.

But now the LAPD has an alarmingly small number of people. Recently, due to the reduction in police forces, the crime rate in Los Angeles has been rising sharply.

Even so, the march was approved, so Xiunuo could see how much those politicians wanted to stifle Xiong En, the rising political star.

Not far away from these parades were cameras from various media.

This was a carefully planned event.

Those people need to let the public see that there are actually many sober people.

"This idea is not bad, but I'm unlucky to have met it." Xiu Nuo looked at his clothes, thought about it, and walked to the gathering place of homeless people.

Downtown Los Angeles has returned to normal. There is no other way. In addition to a large number of homeless people, it also has to accommodate tourists and various office buildings.

America may not care about the lives of its people, but it cannot delay the interests of the capitalists.

However, even so, it took four full days to restore normal power supply in the city center.

Just think about it, if a district in a city had no electricity for four days because of a rainstorm that lasted less than ten minutes, what a problem it would be in Dongda.

However, the restoration is not in vain. Many residents in the city center will receive a hefty bill for line replacement.

It can be said that they turned this thing into a business.

When Xiu Nuo came out again, the clothes he was wearing had become quite cheap.

Homeless people also get new clothes. In addition to distributing food, shelters also give out some second-hand new clothes.

Xiu Nuo mixed into the team, walked up to a guy holding a sign and asked, "Hey, man, how much is this thing per day?"

Yes, in America, holding up signs often earns money.

Even holding up signs is a way for some homeless people to earn income. This is already a mature industry chain.

The guy holding the sign looked at Xiu Nuo, then frowned and said, "Don't say such harsh words, sir. Do you want contraband to be rampant in Los Angeles?"

Xiu Nuo smiled, raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "I've been starving lately, and I just want to make some extra money." "One hundred dollars." The man said directly, and then his face changed: "Oh, fukc! Why did I say that!"

But he immediately regained his composure: "Damn it, anyway, I've already said it, how about you give me twenty dollars and I'll introduce you to this job? Judging from your appearance, you should be a homeless person, right?"

Xiu Nuo shook his head: "No sir, I'm suddenly not hungry anymore."

Xiunuo was just using him as an experiment, and the result made Xiunuo feel a little emotional.

The American nation does not protect these ordinary people. I'm afraid it is against him, the mastermind behind the scenes.

How ironic.

Xiunuo just used a simple mantra to influence people's minds and make them tell the truth.

It is also a spell that can be resisted by anyone with a little bit of cultivation, but who can blame the fact that there are no cultivators here?
Xiunuo glanced over and saw some reporters holding cameras and starting interviews.

The host was a very politically correct black person. She was holding a microphone, and a protester holding a sign was standing next to her: "Sir, may I ask why you oppose Xiong En's candidacy?"

The guy being interviewed was also a black man. He looked at the camera and said, "Contraband should not exist! Once you get addicted to it, you can't get rid of it. Even my grandma knows this! What we want is to ban drugs, not let the government become the biggest drug dealer in America!"

I have to say that they are very good at finding people to interview, or in other words, they are very good at arranging people to be interviewed.

A black man who doesn't look very smart said something like this. If he can see the problem, can't you see it?
The interviewer was still asking: "So what do you think of that candidate?"

"Xiong En Bazel, right? I know this last name. They used to..."

Xiu Nuo curled his lips. It was a bit obvious. How could a black man know these things? This actor was invited.

But it has to be said that this is indeed effective. Just because Tommy doesn't dare to reveal Xiong En's life story doesn't mean that these kind-hearted American people don't dare to do so.

So, just as he was about to continue speaking, Xiunuo snapped his fingers lightly, and a stream of demonic energy suddenly penetrated into the black man's body.

The black man paused, looked at the camera, and then spoke: "Well, yes, I know this last name, he...he...Oh, damn! That Xiong En is a genius!"

To be honest, Xiunuo was stunned by the black man's words.

Xiunuo only used the mantra, but he didn't use the puppetry to make him say what he wanted.

What did this guy say when he opened his mouth?
No, then what kind of people did the politicians find to march?
Wait a minute, Xiunuo thought of the white man who wanted to introduce him to a job. If he was a normal person, would he ask for a twenty-dollar kickback from him?

Xiu Nuo made a hand gesture, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and then he swept his gaze through the crowd.

"What the hell?" Xiunuo couldn't believe his eyes.

At least half of the people in this parade are not clean!

What kind of makeshift team could find them to hold a march against Xiong En?

At this moment, Roland, who was watching the live news, almost spit out a mouthful of whiskey. He looked at his assistant fiercely and said, "I gave you $100,000 to take care of this simple matter for me. Who did you find? A fan of Xiong En?"

The assistant was also panicking. He quickly said, "I'll go check with the congressman right away."

Having said that, the assistant ran out quickly.

He ran outside and took out his cell phone. The moment the call was connected, he growled, "Have you watched TV? Tell me what's going on! Damn it, I gave you $50,000, what kind of people did you find?"

(End of this chapter)