The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 119: Suspension

Patch was dumbfounded when he found out what he should do.

Even with a brain like his, Patch knew what would happen if he succeeded.

Patch looked at Jonas in confusion, "Joe, what on earth does the boss want to do?"

Jonas said nonchalantly, "Who knows? I guess if they want California to undergo a major change, at least Los Angeles will definitely have to undergo a change."

"So do we have to use this method?" Patch was holding his new phone and looking at the content on YouTube: "Look at this title: "Shocking! LAPD Chief actually ordered the shooting of protesters."

Jonas asked curiously, "Is that wrong?"

"Of course not." Patch looked at Joe and said helplessly, gritting his teeth: "But why is it my account!!!"

Jonas laughed. "You are a wanted criminal, Patch. Believe me, you may not have to go to court next time, and you can get rid of your status as a wanted criminal."

Pachico was not happy at all. He took a big gulp of the whiskey on the table and said, "You know what, Joe! I would rather go to the prison to pick up soap! At least I can still be alive that way!"

Yes, what appears on various platforms is the conversation between Thompson and Jim.

Not only was there no traffic restriction, but it was like the website's own son, with traffic being poured in crazily.

"Look, this is our LAPD chief. I heard he's new. The old chief was a little incompetent and allowed some contraband to float around Los Angeles, but he still died on the job. What is our new chief doing? He wants us to die on his job!"

"Why can such a stupid and horrible person become the chief of the LAPD? Is taxpayers' money used to support a bastard who wants to kill us? Corruption! There must be corruption here!"

"We should be thankful that there is still a righteous police officer in the LAPD. Does anyone know the name of this police officer? I really want to thank him."

Patch pointed at the comment, shaking with anger: "Look who he's talking about, Joe! That's Jim! Jim Brown! This bastard put countless black people in jail 20 years ago! He's a racist!"

Jonas looked at Patch strangely. "How old are you? You shouldn't have been caught by him twenty years ago, right?"

"But my three uncles, two cousins, six sisters, and my father have all been captured by him!!"

Jonas was shocked: "Patch, you are not wandering around because your family members have been arrested and imprisoned, right?"

"You talk too much Jonas!"

In the comment section, apart from those who cursed Thompson, everyone was praising Jim.

The Internet always brings unexpected surprises.

For example, at this moment: "I know, I know who he is, Jim, Jim Brown, remember? Once before, a policeman asked a woman why she assumed the gender of their police officers! That time it was him too! He is such a wise and just policeman!"

"So that was him too? Great, I now have one more reason to support him!"

"Yes, after hearing this, I think he should be the chief of LAPD!"

"We need a director like this! Only he can give us a sense of security!"

Patch shivered and pointed at the comment: "What kind of idiot could say something like that!"

Jonas looked at it and nodded, "That's correct Patch, but this idiot is now providing you with a place to stay, food, and a brand new phone."

Patch was startled. He looked up at Jonas in front of him, then suddenly grinned: "Hey, I was just kidding Joe, this guy said it so well, didn't he!"

Los Angeles, which had just calmed down for two days, was once again hit by mass protests.

Just after dawn, a group of people stood outside the LAPD building. Some radical guys held signs that read "Get off the stage, Thompson."

The conservatives sat in front of the LAPD, holding up signs that read "Thomson is the murderer." Obviously, they felt that the radical group was a little too conservative.

As the sky grew brighter, more and more protesters gathered in front of the LAPD.

The sit-in crowd had already stood up, shouting slogans for Thompson to die. They probably felt that they had been too conservative just now.

The people here were even angrier than those in front of the Covo Building before.

The American people prefer to deal with the government rather than the capitalists. They prefer to criticize their government rather than the capitalists.

Maybe in their eyes, the capitalists are just exploiting them, but the other group of people really want to die.

In the LAPD chief's office, Thompson looked at the group of people below with a sullen face: "Catch them! Catch them all!!!"

A group of people were watching the joke here. They knew very well what kind of person this deputy director was.

When the old chief was in office, although he was irritable, he was indeed a good chief. After all, he would go out on patrol when there was a shortage of people, and he would not say such stupid things.

But besides issuing orders, Thompson was either in the city hall or the state assembly, or attending various dinners.

When a major incident broke out at night, the old chief was at least in the police station, but this bastard might not have gone to any party.

"Are you all deaf?" Thompson yelled at the sheriffs in the office, "This is slander, arrest them all!"

"Are you sure, Chief?" Others didn't dare to speak, but Jim did. He was in a very good mood now.

That illegal immigrant was much more capable than I thought.

"I have to remind you that although they are outside the police station, it is a public area. They are free to film, speak, and hold signs. In fact, because of the special nature of the police station, what they say is their rights as taxpayers. Even if they are more radical, there is no legal problem."

"And once we handcuff them, the compensation for each person is about $20,000. You can look at the people below and do the math. How many people can the LAPD arrest with enough funds? Or can we arrest more people than the quota?"

After he said this, a sheriff next to him burst out laughing and quickly covered his mouth.

Thomson felt that his authority was greatly challenged, especially since he was the one being scolded while he was being praised to the sky!
"That's enough, Jim! I don't need you to teach me how to do things. None of the cases you've been responsible for have been investigated thoroughly so far. I doubt your ability! So Jim, I think you should take a few days off and hand over your gun. You're suspended now!"

The other police chiefs' faces changed: "Chief."

"Shut up! Do you want to be suspended too?!"

Several sheriffs were silent in an instant.

"It's okay, guys." Jim took off his gun and police badge and placed them on the table indifferently.

Although he was suspended, he smiled like someone who had been promoted: "They will invite me back."

With that, Jim walked out.

As he walked out of the LAPD, the crowd that was originally yelling suddenly stopped.

A moment later, someone shouted, "It's Jim, it's Officer Jim coming out!"

There was an instant cheer from the crowd, cheering for the man who might be the only good cop in the Los Angeles Police Department.

"You are here to tell us that the devil Thomson has been caught, right?" someone shouted excitedly.

Jim raised his hand and signaled for silence, and the crowd instantly quieted down.

Jim then continued, "I understand everyone's feelings, but I hope everyone can protest legally and not take any radical actions. I would blame myself if any of you got hurt."

"Where's Thompson?" A reporter almost put the microphone into Jim's mouth, and all the cameras around him were pointed at him: "Did the acting chief of LAPD respond to his plan to shoot people?"

Jim looked at the camera behind the reporter and shook his head slightly. "I have no comment on this question. It's not that I don't want to say it, but I'm sorry, everyone. I can't say it now, and I don't have the ability to answer this question because I was suspended just now."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd went wild!

(End of this chapter)