The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 113: Who will commit suicide?

Patch was puzzled as to who this mysterious Oriental man was!

At first he thought this guy was a kung fu master.

Later he felt that this was a wise man from the East.

Later, he learned that this guy was very rich and was the boss of a lawyer.

Now, Patch thinks this boss might be a devil!

Although he was given three injections on the way, he could still clearly understand how heavily guarded these two places were.

When he was locked up and saw what happened to his neighbors, he knew where he was.

Thanks to American conspiracy theorists, Patch had no doubt that this was an inhumane laboratory of the government!
He thought he was finished, and then he heard gunshots, heard the sirens, and saw the Oriental man appear in front of him again.

Then he killed the monsters like a priest, but priests can't fucking absorb anything from monsters!
Patch would not believe that this Oriental man was from the American government.

Those racists will never give such an important place to an Asian, not even to a black person. Black people can be president, but no Asian can even enter Congress.

But this Asian still showed up!
And Patch swore that these guys had enough wounds to die ten times, but they just stood there!

So, I must have encountered a devil, no, it was the evil magic from across the ocean! Those Asians might all know witchcraft! No wonder they are so cunning!
If Xiuno knew what Patch was thinking, he would definitely kick him.

These black people keep saying that others discriminate against them, but when it comes to discriminating against Asians, they show no restraint at all.

But Xiunuo didn't care what Patch was thinking. He walked to a glass warehouse marked 012 according to the information in his memory.

Xiunuo opened the hatch and walked in.

The white mist had no effect on him at all.

At this moment, a white man of mixed Latin descent was lying on the ground, his body twitching slightly.

Judging from the freckles on his face and his appearance, he is not very old.

However, this guy had a lot of skin ulcers on his body at this time, and according to the information, he was taken away for bacterial experiments.

Xiunuo said, "Albert Gold."

The boy opened his eyes slightly and looked at Xiunuo.

However, the first words he said were: "It's poisonous. Go away."

At this moment, Xiunuo could confirm that Jim had not lied to him and that he was indeed a kind child.

Even if he was about to die, his first reaction was to keep people away from danger.

"Your mother has been looking for you, but I have to tell you the sad news, Albert. You may never see her again."

"So, you are here to save us, right?" Albert asked with difficulty.

save people?

Xiunuo shook his head: "I killed a lot of people."

"That's great." Albert showed a scary smile and said slowly, "Can I trouble you for something, sir?"

"Of course. But only one."

"There is a metal box in the third cabinet of my room. There are five hundred dollars in it. Please give it to my mother."

Xiu Nuo was silent for a moment, then spoke: "No problem, are you sure you don't want to trouble me with something else? I might as well tell you that I can fulfill people's wishes."

"Then please bless my mother and brothers so that they won't encounter the same thing as me." Robert said, slowly closing his eyes, and finally just murmured: "It turns out that God is neither black nor white"

"God won't bless you." Xiunuo stood up.

If he had asked me to save him just now, Xiunuo would have planted a demon seed in his body.

Turning an upright cultivator into a demon cultivator is something that the demons love to do, because these people have great potential after falling into the devil. "Oh, sir, get out of there quickly! That thing is poisonous!" Patch's voice sounded outside.

"It's useless to us." Xiunuo walked out.

Patch looked inside, then his expression dimmed. "It was him. When I was locked up, he told me not to believe what those people said. I saw you were thinking in there just now, right?"

"That's about right." Xiunuo took the phone from Patch and checked it. "You know, Patch, some kind people are usually blessed by the country's destiny. Maybe in the eyes of the country's destiny, such people are the foundation for its continuation."

"National destiny?"

"Yes. You can understand it as God. Good people are blessed by God."

"That's something my grandma always told me. Is it true?"

"Of course, because only these people can ensure that more people believe in God, right?"

"Well, that seems to make some sense, but is this relevant?"

"But I found out," Xiu Nuo said slowly, "this guy doesn't have that kind of thing. Instead, it's on a politician who is about to enter the little boy's body."

Patch opened his mouth in shock. "You mean, is God also a... oh damn! Why do those priests always have weird quirks?"

Xiunuo looked at Patch, who was obviously thinking the wrong thing, with a dark face: "I must have lost my mind to tell you this!"

It is obvious that Patch's thinking is different from that of ordinary people.

However, what Xiu Nuo said is true. The destiny of the country is not protecting this child, but protecting the mayor.

A good man that even a demon cultivator has to admit is not blessed by the country's fortune, but a bastard has a sense of righteousness that is comparable to that of a righteous person.

This is the land under your feet.

It’s the same old story. It’s not a loss at all to close down a holy place of magic.

Or think about it from another angle. In addition to national destiny, kind people usually have a little blessing from the great way. If not, either there is something wrong with this person, or...
Xiunuo thought about what he had learned the previous week. Ninety percent of the whistleblowers who exposed the dark side of the pharmaceutical industry, medical care, religion, and major livelihood issues ended up committing suicide.

Thinking of this, Xiunuo suddenly laughed.

"So, this means the death of America?"

"What did you say, sir? I didn't hear you."

"It's okay." Xiu Nuo said, "Wait for me at the elevator entrance. There are no living people here."

“But this alarm.”

"It's scary."

"Okay. I hope you're right."

Patch said and ran towards the elevator.

Xiunuo first waited for everyone here to die, absorbed the spiritual energy dissipated from their bodies, and then took out his mobile phone and unlocked it with the corpse soldiers. Then he recorded a video of the tragic scene here. By the way, he went to the office again, connected to the computer host, and transferred several experimental record videos to these mobile phones.

How to deal with this place is a problem.

It's impossible to go straight away, this place is very useful.

But referring to what happened before, if he contacts the media, I guess Xiunuo won’t be able to see any of the news here.

If you contact LAPD, unfortunately, LAPD will never make it public.

This place is remote, so it's impossible for someone to see it 'accidentally'. Even if there is, these people will probably disappear quickly.

But Xiunuo is no longer the Xiunuo of two months ago. He has understood what to do. The existence of TT has torn a hole in the iron wall of public opinion between the Jewish consortium and the American government.

So, if we let the parties involved here, let the group of dead people here expose this laboratory, then
Who else would commit suicide?
(End of this chapter)