The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 107 Hypocritical Kindness

Looking at the building in front of him, Jim took a deep breath and walked in.

He saw Xiunuo sitting inside at a glance.

He sat down opposite Xiu Nuo, looking a little depressed: "I really want to know what it is that can't be said on the phone but can be said in this damn KFC!"

Xiunuo had a chicken burger meal in front of him. He pushed the burger to Jim and said, "Nothing. I was just curious why the Coke here is more expensive than outside. After trying it, I found that there is no difference. However, it tastes good after adding ice cubes."

Jim's face was grim. "Do you know how many things are waiting for me to deal with in the LAPD? If you don't tell me what you want me to do, I'm going back. And if I remember correctly, our relationship is not that good."

"Of course, I'm just an illegal immigrant after all."

"Did you change into such plain clothes just to say this? I remember your previous outfit was worth as much as my monthly salary. I have never seen any illegal immigrant living as well as you. So, goodbye. I must be crazy to come to see you."

Jim stood up and said this, thinking that he must have overthought it before.

But Xiunuo's next words made Jim stop and leave.

"After that rain downtown, a lot of homeless people went missing."

Jim stopped and sat down in front of Xiunuo, staring at him: "What else do you know?"

"Someone is trying to catch these guys." Xiunuo finished the Coke in his cup in one gulp. "The FBI's analysis is correct. Those guys who got caught in the rain are all targets."

Jim's expression was calm: "Some homeless people disappear in Los Angeles every day. Many people go to collect relief food today and fall asleep completely the next day."

Xiu Nuo said quietly, "Jim, there must be quite a few people who have gone to LAPD to report missing family members recently. If I'm not mistaken, I think you people here are a little bit mentally ill. You don't know how to hold an umbrella when it rains."

Jim's expression changed, and he stared at Xiunuo: "How did you know that?"

"It seems that my guess is correct. I think we can cooperate."

Jim shook his head when he heard this: "No, we have nothing to cooperate on. I don't know what you want to do, but I advise you not to get involved in this matter, sir."

When Xiunuo heard Jim say this, he knew that this guy must know something.

But it was difficult to get him to speak.

But Xiunuo has plenty of solutions.

He stepped lightly, and a demonic energy entered Jim's body, and Xiunuo asked, "Tell me what you know Jim."

I won't tell you anything.

This is what Jim was thinking.

But even though he thought so in his heart, Jim had already spoken: "Recently, at least eight people have come to report that someone in their family is missing, including their husbands, their children, and their wives. Without exception, they have all appeared in the city center."

Jim was stunned when he finished speaking: "Wait, why should I tell you?"

"It proves that you are a kind-hearted policeman, Jim." Xiuno continued, "So, you didn't investigate?"

"I won't tell you anything anymore!" Jim's face was dark. He had no idea why he told this person, and what he said was all the truth!
"Where does the LAPD have the manpower to investigate missing persons cases? We have a lot of old cases piled up. This case was handed over to a sheriff, but the surveillance cameras in the city center are broken. The people who reported the case all live in slums. After their families left home, the cameras there were broken. The guys in the community also have a habit of destroying public cameras, so this matter has come to a standstill." "Shit! What did you do to me?"

Xiu Nuo spread his hands: "You saw it, I didn't do anything, so tell me Jim, such an abnormal thing, you are not interested?"

Jim stood up and walked out, saying as he walked, "This matter is not something we can handle. Robin has been warned by his superiors. Even the FBI has no right to investigate this matter. I am just a Los Angeles police officer, and I have even less authority. I have a family."

Jim had stopped talking at the end.

He looked at Xiunuo in silence, and Xiunuo also looked at him with a smile: "Thank you for telling me this, Jim, so, do you have anything else to say?"

Jim was silent for a moment, then sat down at the next table and said, "I need a set meal."

Xiunuo walked to the bar and ordered a set meal. While waiting for the food to be served, he was also waiting for Jim to struggle.

After the meal was served, Xiunuo came back with the set meal and placed it on the table: "You should be thankful, Jim, I have never done this for anyone else."

Jim took the Coke and gulped it down, then burped and said, "You should invite me to the bar."

"if it is possible."

"You're much more approachable than before. To be honest, I did want to talk to you before, Mr. Illegal Immigrant."

"if it is possible."

"Albert Gold." Jim said a name. "You can check him out. He's a good kid. Although he was born in the slums, he didn't learn bad habits like those bastards. He always studies hard and greets everyone enthusiastically. Even the police officers who hate slums the most can't bully him because of his enthusiasm. He's been in the central area and served as a volunteer there."

"Three days ago, his mother reported him missing. After I knew about this, I wanted to help investigate, but Robin found me and told me that if I investigated some things, he might investigate me. Robin is also a good policeman, but he was helpless about this matter."

"So, do you know what you are getting into now sir?"

Xiunuo tapped his fingers on the table and smiled, "An invisible black hand can even control the FBI, right? I didn't expect you to tell me all this yourself, Jim."

Jim was a policeman after all, and he immediately found the loophole: "So you did something to me before, right?"

"Just a little hypnotic trick."

"Damn it! If you use that on me one more time, I promise I'll take you to the LAPD!"

"I just didn't help but you said it anyway didn't I? I can see you're struggling Jim."

Jim was silent for a moment, then laughed at himself. "You know, I'm not a bad cop, but I'm not a good cop either. I'll punch and kick suspects, I'll be prejudiced against black people and Asians like you, and I'll turn a blind eye to some things. I don't know what changed after all because of that rain, I just hope that an innocent and kind child shouldn't be involved in this kind of thing."

"I won't do anything for him, because I know this is not something I can investigate. I have my own family and I need to be responsible for them, so I struggled before coming here. After you told me what you said when we met last time, I guessed what you wanted to do with me. I don't want to come, but I know better."

"I also know that if there is anyone in Los Angeles who can help me satisfy this hypocritical kindness, it is undoubtedly you, a madman who never cares about the consequences of doing things."

"I just hope God blesses me and I did nothing wrong. In return, I can treat you to a drink at the bar next time, or destroy the investigation materials I conducted on you. Anyway, Old Hansen has resigned."

(End of this chapter)