The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 118: A bit simple

The LAPD wouldn't actually allow someone to be hooked onto a streetlight right under their noses.

In order to save people, LAPD finally fought with the mob again.

At least Thompson had authorized them to use police equipment.

Finally, after more support arrived, the riot in front of the Kovo Building was barely suppressed.

Many things were moved out of the Kovo Building and the crowd was dispersed, but the entire first floor of the Kovo Building had been smashed beyond recognition.

The same thing happened to the top management. Everyone seemed to know that the top management had good stuff. Some people carried coffee machines, bread machines, and even TVs.

Of course, the most important thing is that they discovered that the Toran Kovo they were looking for was not here.

However, the reputation of the LAPD has plummeted, and what is outrageous is that the mainstream media, which had remained silent about this human experiment scandal, suddenly jumped out.

Some of them accused the LAPD of inaction, while others accused the LAPD of using violence against peaceful protesters.

Jim was almost furious when he saw the news. If the police don’t stop the peaceful protesters who are smashing, looting and even almost killing people, it’s inaction. If they stop them, it’s targeted violence?

How come these beasts are allowed to say everything?

But Jim also knew that this was a means for the mainstream media to divert attention.

Look at it now, a lot of public opinion has shifted to the LAPD.

Xiunuo naturally also noticed the changes on the Internet. He found that public opinion and public grievances were not particularly difficult to manipulate.

As long as you master the channel of sound, even though you don't use any magic, it seems like you can control people.

Silver Lake Villa at this time.

Jonas arrives with Patch.

Patch's face was full of confusion at this time: "Sir, no, boss, I think I really should hide recently and can't go out like this. Have you seen those people on the Internet? They only need to see the video to know that I ran away! If I am discovered, it doesn't matter if I die, but it will definitely implicate you."

Jonas looked at Xiunuo helplessly: "Boss, I have taught him many times, but it seems that I can't teach him."

Xiunuo waved his hand nonchalantly and asked, "Patch, do you want to be a hero?"

Although Patch didn't understand what it meant, his desire to survive made him shake his head frantically: "I don't miss the boss at all!"

"No." Xiu Nuo looked at him with a smile: "I think you really want to."

"I really don't have that idea, boss! Not at all!"

"Don't you want to seek justice for those dead guys? One of your old friends was in there."

"Neighbors, just neighbors." Patch said with a sad face: "I really don't have such a good relationship with them."

"Don't you want revenge? They took more than 200,000 US dollars from you."

"No, no, that's the bank's money. I'm a pauper anyway."

Xiu Nuo was amused: "This bastard doesn't seem to be stupid at all when it comes to this kind of thing."

"I know this thing is a deadly boss." Patch was about to cry: "I'm just a black man with no money, no education and no skills. I can't be a hero."

Xiunuo shook his head, and a pistol appeared in his hand: "Patch, do you recognize it? I was a little tired just now, and I didn't hear what you said clearly? Do you need to say it again?"

The moment Patch saw the gun, he knew he was doomed.

This white man and this Asian man are not good people! I used to treat them as my lifeline!
That white guy only threatened me with 911, but this Asian boss went even further, he pulled out a gun!!
Patch felt that his life was simply a life of being threatened! And he was like a lizard held down by those Indians, without the slightest ability to resist. Patch took a deep breath and said, "I suddenly feel that this world needs heroes, boss."

"Very good." Xiunuo nodded with satisfaction.

Patch asked cautiously, "So, I don't have to be caught by those guys this time, right?"

"Of course not, Patch. You're safe this time."

Patch felt that he finally heard good news.

"Thank you for your kindness, boss. As long as I am not caught by those ghosts again, you can let me do anything! So, what do you need me to do this time?"

"It's simple." Xiunuo looked at Patch with a smile: "Go to the LAPD and turn yourself in."

"What!!"

Patch's mouth opened wide. "What's the difference between this and letting them arrest me? Boss, I'm a wanted criminal for armed robbery! This is a felony! And, that laboratory must belong to the American government! There is no doubt about that!"

"Of course I know Patch, so before you turn yourself in, we still need to make some preparations. And the first step to do that is to make sure that the person in charge in the LAPD is one of our own."

The incident in the laboratory and the march and riot had been brewing for two days.

Things are moving step by step towards the LAPD from the issue of human experiments, and a pair of big hands are trying their best to control public opinion.

In a villa, Thomson had a flattering smile on his face. "Don't worry, Mr. Tolan. It's just a human experiment. It has happened in America before, not just once. The results were the same many times. We will tell the public that we will investigate. As long as you don't admit it, we can keep investigating."

Tolan was a short middle-aged white man. He smiled and said, "Excuse me, Chief Thompson. I heard that you haven't been promoted yet, right?"

"Well, there are still some procedures that are stuck for some reason."

"That's easy. I have a lot of friends in City Hall and in both the California House of Representatives. Perhaps I should talk to them. Someone as capable as Mr. Thompson should move into the LAPD as soon as possible to stabilize the current turbulent situation, right? That is because the mayor is no longer around, otherwise he would definitely support my proposal."

Thomson smiled even more happily. He raised the glass in front of him and said with a smile: "A moment of silence for our mayor."

Tolan nodded: "Of course."

After the two of them smiled knowingly, Tolland said, "But this incident has been hard on the LAPD. Those mobs will definitely vent their anger on you."

"What does it matter?" Thompson laughed nonchalantly. "The police department is responsible to the American government, not to those mobs. Don't worry, after the heat of this matter has passed, we will arrest those who made the most noise. After all, someone has to compensate you for your losses, right?"

"It's a pleasure talking to you, Chief Thompson." Toland smiled even more happily.

It was at this time that Tolan's phone rang.

He gave Thompson an apologetic look and answered the phone.

After a moment, Tolland's expression changed, but even the way he looked at Thompson changed.

Thompson was looked at strangely. After Tolan hung up the phone, Thompson asked, "What happened?"

Tolan pursed his lips and said, "Chief Thompson, you may have to go back to LAPD. Someone has surrounded the police station."

Thompson stood up immediately and said, "Are those bastards crazy? Don't they know that the LAPD will always be short of bullets even if they need anything?"

"Of course they know." Tolan looked at Thompson with some pity: "Because it seems that you wanted the police to shoot them to death before."

Thomson, who looked like an angry lion, turned pale instantly after hearing these words.

(End of this chapter)