The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 108: What is the 911 emergency number?
To be honest, Xiunuo didn't expect Jim to suddenly confess to him.

After thinking for a while, Xiunuo said, "Honestly, Jim, this makes me feel a little uncomfortable. I am not a good person."

"I certainly know that no good person would ask people from Los Angeles to smoke weed."

"That's not what I did." Xiu Nuo said with a smile: "So, what I can tell you is that I investigated this matter entirely for my own sake. Whether that guy called what? Is kindhearted is dead or alive has nothing to do with me."

"Even if she dies, at least her mother will know." Jim replied; "I know the pain of missing a family member. My first child left me when he was three years old."

"I'm not here to hear some sob story, Jim."

Jim didn't respond, but lowered his voice a little: "There is a convenience store on Fifth Avenue. That's where Albert was last photographed. I checked the surveillance there, and three other missing persons also went to this store. It was after I checked here that Robin stopped me."

Xiu Nuo raised his eyebrows: "Isn't this loophole a bit too big?"

"If you become a police officer, you will understand that when power is in hand, many people will lose some caution and intelligence, because they think power means everything."

"Thank you for sharing Jim." Xiunuo stood up: "Enjoy your meal."

Jim didn't reply, but just watched Xiunuo walk out of the KFC.
"I hope I didn't do anything wrong," Jim muttered, and stuffed the burger into his mouth.

Fifth Avenue, if I remember correctly, is also one of the resurrection points for homeless people, just like Third Avenue.

After thinking about it, Xiunuo called Jonas.

After listening to this, Jonas said he understood and hung up the phone.

He found Patch who was taking a bath in the tub and said, "There's a job for you to do."

"Oh, what? Can I still work now?"

"A convenience store on Fifth Avenue, you might want to go there and rob it."

Upon hearing this, Patch's expression suddenly changed: "Impossible! I will never be able to return to the city center in my lifetime! I managed to escape with great difficulty!"

"You don't have to choose Patch." Jonas said calmly; "I'm a lawyer, you should understand that I can make you a wanted criminal acquitted, or I can make you go to jail and pick up soap for 300 years."

"Joe! You are threatening me! That wise gentleman asked you to protect me!"

"I'll teach you the second rule of living here." Jonas looked at her coldly, "You just need to follow what the boss says. Don't say no."

Patch opened his mouth.

Jonas had already taken out his cell phone and asked in confusion, "Excuse me, what's the number for 911?"

"Oh! FUCK! I know there is no such thing as a free lunch! I'll go, I'll go, okay? Can you guarantee my safety?"

"Remember point two, Patch?"

"I shouldn't have asked that. I need a car!"

"Of course, I'll send someone to take you there."

"What about coming back?"

Jonas shrugged. "Who knows?"

"Damn it, I will definitely be charged with one more crime!"

"Believe me, it's just a convenience store. Unless you kill someone, there won't be a more serious crime than robbing a bank. You're a black Patch. Isn't it natural for you to rob a store? No judge would think this is a big deal."

“You are racist!”

"Right, so you're going to sue me?"

At night, at Papa Pat's convenience store on Fifth Avenue, this convenience store has been open here for more than ten years and everyone who lives here knows it.

Everyone respects Papa Pat because he always provides some convenient services, such as sheltering from the rain, providing free umbrellas, offering a cup of hot tea, etc.

And today, this convenience store welcomed an uninvited guest.

Patch walked into the store, looked around, then took off his sunglasses and looked at the white owner sitting at the counter: "Robbery! Old man, take out all the money!"

When the old man heard this, he looked up and down at Patch in surprise.

Patch stared at him fiercely: "Didn't you hear what I said, old man!"

"Of course, you want to rob, so I'm waiting for you to pull out something, a knife or a gun?"

Patch's eyes widened, "Are you crazy? I'm here to rob!"

The old man looked at Patch like this and waved his hand in dissatisfaction: "If you don't have a weapon, get out of the way and don't disturb me doing business."

Patch was so angry. When did America become so cold and indifferent? Even robbery by a black man like me is not taken seriously!
Patch raised his fist. "If you don't want to suffer, open that damn cash register for me! Otherwise, I promise I will smash your face!"

But the old man pulled out a double-barreled shotgun from under the counter and looked at Patch calmly: "If you don't get out of here, I guarantee your head will explode." "Hehehe!" Patch raised his hands instantly and laughed; "I was just joking, old man."

"Get lost!" The old man said with disdain, "Next time you want to rob someone, remember to bring a gun, nigger!"

Patch was depressed with his hands raised, he was sent to rob, but the old man with the shotgun in front of him was obviously not easy to deal with. But Patch knew that the damn lawyer was even harder to deal with.

Thinking of this, Patch suddenly thought of something: "I'll leave now."

With his hands raised, Patch slowly backed away. Then, relying on his long arms, he quickly snatched a box of gum from the counter and ran out, shouting, "Be careful next time, old ghost!"

Xiu Nuo, who was watching all this not far away, was so angry that he laughed.

This guy's train of thought really hasn't changed.

The old man in the store was also amused by this scene. He cursed, "No, I'll give you another chance. How about you change it to something more valuable?"

But Patch wouldn't care about this. If I go back now, I'll just get shot!
Patch ran so fast that I didn't know whether she had grabbed something valuable or not.

Xiunuo stared at the convenience store. The old man didn't do anything else after Patch left, but just took out his cell phone.

When Xiu Nuo scanned with his spiritual sense, he saw this scene and felt a bit amused and helpless, because the old man took out his mobile phone not to tip off the news, but to watch videos of beautiful women on TT.

A girl with heavy makeup is saying: "I won't make the wu~wu sound anymore."

The old man was smiling as he swiped his phone. It must be said that his big data has been cultivated.

Xiunuo looked at the camera again and seemed to understand something.

Given the old man's temper and personality, there shouldn't be anyone around here who would be so blind as to smash his camera.

The damage to the camera not only hinders the police's investigation, but also makes it troublesome for those who are arresting people.

The cameras here can be the eyes of the police, and also the eyes of those guys.

The reason why Patch had not been found before was because he was hiding in a place full of garbage where there were no cameras.

And the words "self-service" and "umbrella stands" were written inside the old man's shop, so Xiunuo had probably already sketched out the cause and effect.

"I thought it was quite mysterious at first." Xiu Nuo muttered, "Why is it that the more I investigate, the more I feel like this is just a makeshift team?"

Patch had already run into an alley, gasping for breath, and soon his phone started ringing.

"I did it, Joe." After answering the call, Patch immediately shouted, "Hurry up and find someone to pick me up."

"To the streets," Jonas said.

"I'm a wanted criminal Joe!!" Patch yelled, "Do you want me to die?"

"911 call."

"Damn it! Don't threaten me with this! I'll go out on the street right now!"

Patch reluctantly walked onto the street, and Jonas' voice rang out again: "Put your phone on the trash can in front of you."

"What! This is impossible, I stole it from my neighbor with great difficulty! This is my life!"

"I'll give you a brand new iPhone 14 afterwards."

"Be nice to my life Joe," Patch said as he placed the phone on the trash can in front of him.

Xiu Nuo walked past from behind and put away the phone.

After Patch walked aimlessly on the street for ten minutes, a black MPV entered Xiunuo's field of vision through his spiritual sense covering a hundred meters.

The car drove straight towards Patch and stopped beside Patch.

"You still have some conscience, Joe!" Patch looked at the opened car door happily.

But the next moment, two strong men rushed out of the car, put a black hood directly on Patch's head, and then dragged him into the car.

The whole process takes no more than three seconds, professional and fast.

Someone on the street saw this, and then
There's no after that.

No one wants to cause trouble. To be honest, this kind of thing is not common in America, but it is not unheard of.

All you have to do is wait for the police to arrive. If you call 911, you may have to be careful.

Don't forget this is Los Angeles.

There is never a shortage of gangs in Los Angeles.

(End of this chapter)