The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 128: Not bad, not bad

Xiunuo's decision to hang Thompson on the street lamp was not a sudden whim.

But because he found that he needed a change of approach.

A way to gain incense without having to expose yourself to the camera.

Not to mention that wearing that sweatshirt all the time is actually quite low-class. If he wants to gain popularity in the future, he can't keep performing in front of various cameras like an actor, right?

Hang the person on the street lamp. When you have the chance to get incense in the future, you can hang another person on the street lamp. You can tell who did it at a glance by this method.

As for whether there will be copycats or something, Xiunuo doesn’t care. It’s better to have someone to help.

He doesn't even care that these copycats will ruin his reputation, because a reversal always brings more gains.

As the incense smoke rose, Xiu Nuo felt as if a wall had collapsed.

Xiu Nuo slowly opened his eyes, his face full of smiles: "Fifth level of Qi training. This thing is much faster than practicing. No wonder those monsters are so protective of their food."

But Xiu Nuo discovered that although he had reached the fifth level of Qi Refining, his spiritual energy and demonic energy had not increased.

To put it in an analogy, it's like some MMORPG games, where your health and mana won't be replenished when you level up.

This has led to the situation where Xiu Nuo now only has realm, but lacks the corresponding spiritual energy and demonic energy.

In this case, you just need to practice and absorb the spiritual energy. It's not a big deal. As long as your realm is improved, other things will be solved sooner or later.

But damn, there is still too little spiritual energy in this world.

"Merit is still better." Xiu Nuo said with emotion: "Merit is a full service, and this incense is at most half a service."

Xiunuo stretched and took out his cell phone to check what happened last night.

But I saw several missed calls.

Looking at the date again, Xiunuo burst out laughing.

I forgot I was practicing. Once I start this, time flies by.

He thought only one night had passed, but in fact, three days had passed.

Xiunuo called Jonas back: "Joe, has anything happened in the past few days?"

"Oh, you've come out, right, boss?" Jonas said an unfamiliar word that Xiunuo had mentioned before.

Jonas understood why Xiunuo suddenly couldn't be contacted for a few days.

After all, ever since he started learning what Xiu Nuo gave him, he would often close his eyes and hours would pass by without even noticing.

Then it is normal for a few days to pass when the boss closes his eyes.

"Yes, I feel pretty good." Xiu Nuo said, "Is there anything new these days? By the way, how is the incident that night now?"

Speaking of this, Jonas, who was on the phone, looked at the TV not far away, and then said helplessly: "One good news, one bad news. I won't ask you which one to hear first. The good news is that you are now a real hero, a superhero, you know? Just the sweatshirt you are wearing, the damn SP is sold out! We really should ask them for advertising fees! Boss, I think that clothes are totally unsuitable for your temperament, you need a special battle suit!" Xiunuo scolded angrily: "Is this the good news you said, Joe? We are being taken advantage of by a clothing brand?"

"Oh, of course not. The point is that you became a hero. I think it's not just because you killed Thompson, but also because of your actions at that time! Damn, that action was just like in a movie. No! The actions in the movie had to be done with special effects! Believe me, boss, if you go out on the street now and say that you are the Hoodie Man, there will definitely be countless girls who want to climb into your bed!"

"Jo!"

"Okay, I know. Let me get to the point. The Corvo Building was bought for zero dollars again. This time, Tolan Corvo's villa was also looted. But that was just one of his properties. No one knows if this old fox is in California now. The Corvo Group's stock has plummeted. But Jim told me that the higher-ups are still not planning to conduct an in-depth investigation into the Corvo Group. Perhaps now is the best time to let that idiot Patch show up."

"Yes, it's exactly what I thought. They are planning to drag this matter out, right?"

"It seems so. You know what? In the past three days, there have been news reports about three NBA star players getting divorced, cheating on their partners with call girls, and one Oscar-winning actor committing domestic violence. I didn't know the world could be so exciting."

"I'm used to this kind of tactics, so, bad news, Joe."

"You are wanted, not by the LAPD, but by the federal government. They defined you as a murderer at first, but those media accounts were blasted by the public, and then they defined you as a thug and a dangerous person, and then the media that said this were scolded by the public."

"Is this bad news?" Xiunuo was a little curious.

"Yes, after seeing that public opinion is difficult to suppress, they have defined you as an American separatist who incites public opinion. Believe me, boss, no murderer in American history has ever had such an honor. These people are determined to go against your own people. If I were a congressman, I would definitely curse at the ruling party right now. I have even thought of the words: 'America, wait for your people.' What do you think of this sentence?"

Even through the phone, Xiunuo could hear Jonas's anger at the moment. But you are quite good at thinking of words.

"Hey, Joe, why do you seem angrier than me?"

"Of course I'm angry, boss! What did you do? Didn't you just kill someone? You didn't even say anything inflammatory. Why do they define you like this!"

"Besides, bastards like Thompson deserve to die, more than me! If I were one of those people, I would definitely play dead and would not go against the Nationals at this time, you know. Every time they do this, it means they don't care. I went to ask that guy Coffey about this matter. Of course, I didn't mention you, but do you know what Coffey answered?"

"How did you answer that?"

"The campaign manager didn't answer me! He just asked me if I knew why Martin was the only one who died so easily among so many black civil rights activists. But why should I know how a black person died?"

Xiunuo felt that this guy talked much more than he did, and he kept complaining like a nagging woman.

You're a bit out of your own character, dear.

"Okay, Joe, calm down. You're a lawyer, you should stay calm, right? We still have to move on to the next step. At least, there's some extra good news, right?"

"Hmm? Any more good news? What boss is it?"

"They say I'm a murderer and a dangerous person, don't they?"

"Yeah, what's wrong, boss?"

“I say the good news is”

"It's okay, I really am."

(End of this chapter)