The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 127: We must catch him!
Robin looked at this scene in despair, and he found that he had no way to stop it.

Before today, Robin would never have believed that the gap between people could be so huge.

He looked at Thompson, who was hanging high up and had no breath left, and felt very complicated.

This bastard finally died, but he didn't deserve to die like this.

Seeing that the onlookers were afraid but also excited amidst their fear, Robin knew that emotions won this time.

And the words that Thompson said hung the American rule of law, just like himself, under the street lamp, allowing the people to truly see the darkness beneath the light.

Robin even had an illusion.

From the moment this hoodie man appeared, every move he made seemed to be showing off and attracting attention. He seemed to want to draw everyone's attention to himself and let everyone watch how he tore the rule of law in America to pieces.

Even before he killed Thompson, the trial seemed to others like this man was trying to justify his murder.

But Robin could clearly feel from his leisurely movements and his powerlessness when fighting with him that the guy didn't need any bullshit rationality to kill someone.

Robin swore that the dangerous aura from this man was incomparable to any vicious criminal he had ever caught.

Therefore, the approach he chose now was not simply for the sake of killing, nor was it to uphold justice as the cheering public said.

Robin's past experience told him that the man seemed to be telling everyone here, and even everyone who could see all this, what they should do when the law cannot give you justice.

This senior FBI agent no longer dares to imagine what America would become if the people accepted the values ​​taught by that man!

"Boss, are you okay?" His companion's cry brought Robin back to reality.

He looked over there and found that the companions who had led the convoy had returned.

He had injuries, but they didn't look serious.

The guy rushed to Robin and helped him open the handcuffs, and asked anxiously: "Where is the guy who attacked us?"

Robin looked at him and asked inexplicably, "Did anyone die?"

The guy was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "No, we were lucky, it just took some time to get out of the overturned car."

This was obviously good news, but it made Robin gasp.

"Go check on the others!"

Robin immediately ran towards the companions who had covered him before.

He remembered that there was a guy who was used as a shield by the man.

The other two had already woken up. Robin rushed to the guy who was theoretically the worst off. Before he could ask anything, the guy started coughing violently and then slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw Robin's face, his face was full of a miserable smile: "Boss, are you going to die with me?"

Robin let out a long breath, then patted his face: "Get lost, I'm still alive and well, can you stand up?"

"It seems... there's no problem." The guy said, supporting himself and standing up.

Not only him, but the guy who was knocked unconscious first also stood up.

They also saw Thompson hanging on the street lamp.

"Who is that guy?" An FBI agent's face was filled with fear. He covered his injured hand with his hands, and his expression was somewhat uncontrollable: "How did he do it? He killed this guy among so many of us? And we... not even one of us died."

Another FBI agent spoke up: "This may be an answer we will never know, but at least, this bastard is dead. I was just wondering in the car just now why no one could kill him! I have to say, although we will be scolded for incompetence and even punished, I am quite happy to see this scum dead." Robin's heart trembled slightly when he heard this, he looked at his companions: "Do you think he deserved to die like this?"

"Compared to this guy running away to New York and getting away with it." An FBI agent curled his lips: "It's better for him to die."

Robin was about to say something, but he realized that many onlookers were filming him and the others with their cell phones.

Robin looked around and saw that all the team members had stood up.

All the FBI agents are standing here, under the cameras of people’s mobile phones.

And that damn bastard was now hanging on the street lamp and dangling.

What a wonderful ending, but Robin just felt cold all over.

The urgent sound of sirens pierced the night sky. LAPD support finally arrived. Police cars with their lights on stopped around the area, and LAPD officers got out and began to maintain order.

Jim came here watching the entire video. While others were cheering for the hoodie man and marveling at his fancy, handsome and completely practical moves that were like those in the movies.

Jim just felt that he was doomed.

He now clearly understood that the second half of his life had undergone tremendous changes since he stepped into that damn KFC!

Jim ran up to Robin and asked with concern: "Thank God you're still alive Robin."

Robin looked at Jim. He opened his mouth and couldn't help but say the words he was about to swallow: "We must catch that guy! Jim! We must catch him!"

Jim nodded quickly: "Okay, I understand. Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine." Robin waved his hand and pointed at the street light: "Put that bastard down quickly."

Robin slumped down next to the police car and laughed at himself: "This time, it's the FBI's turn."

Almost that evening, the incident involving Xiu Nuo appeared on news programs of various mainstream and even non-mainstream media.

Without exception, their titles define Xiuno as a thug.

A mob attacked an FBI convoy, trampled on human rights in the street in front of everyone, and killed a prisoner who should have been tried by law.

These programs portray Xiunuo as a devil who does all kinds of evil, a terrorist who enjoys killing people, but they never mention a word about what the guy he killed had done.

Even though the truth is available online and everything is complete online, these mainstream media do not care. What they want to deceive now are those who do not go online and those who do not understand the full picture of the matter.

On the Internet, it is a completely different picture, especially on TT.

"It's so satisfying! I envy Los Angeles for having such a hero!"

"Have you seen those videos? Even though the FBI wanted to kill him, he didn't do anything to the FBI! The villains got the punishment they deserved, and the FBI just stood there. He must be a superhero from a comic book or a movie!"

Apparently, guys on the Internet are pretty rebellious.

"Look at how those various C TV stations report it. The more they say this, the more it proves that what the hoodie man did was absolutely right!"

And where is Xiunuo at this time?
In the Silver Lake Villa, Xiu Nuo sat cross-legged.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the smoke of incense, which had not been heard for a long time, now surged like the exhaust fumes of American cars.

(End of this chapter)