The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 131: The whole of Los Angeles will owe me an award

Patch, who had a unique sense of relaxation, knew what to do at this moment even if he was stupid.

He climbed to the passenger seat, pulled out the seat belt and fastened himself in it. At the same time, a car suddenly crashed into him.

"Turn right! Turn right!" Patch shouted.

The driver, who had been calm and composed until now, finally fought back: "You idiot, haven't you realized that I don't understand English yet?"

"What the hell are you talking about!" Patch was so anxious that he took out his phone and opened the translation software: "Change the route!"

Patch felt that the bastard Jonas must want to kill him, otherwise why would he choose such a person who could not communicate as his driver?

And these Orientals, why didn’t you learn English when you came to America!

As a result, now I can’t even understand what my employer is saying.

The person driving the car was none other than Zhao Hong.

After hearing the translation software, Zhao Hong, who was driving, said something that almost made Patch faint: "I only know this road."

When Patch saw the content of the translation software, he tapped his phone, thinking that there was something wrong with the damn phone.

I even copied the voice recognition stuff to another software, but the results were the same.

"That bastard Jonas really wants me dead!" This was the conclusion Patch came to.

Who would arrange a driver who only knows one route to take him to the LAPD?
An MPV had squeezed in from the back. Seeing this, Zhao Hong yelled, "You drive!"

"What? Wait for me to translate it."

But Zhao Hong didn't give Patch time to translate. He grabbed Patch's hand, grabbed the steering wheel, and unbuckled his seat belt.

"Oh, fuck! What are you doing! You idiot! Why did you unbuckle your seatbelt!"

The rear door of the MPV next to them had been opened, and the people inside were waiting to shoot the moment the door opened. Then they saw a black shadow rushing in the moment the door opened.

"I never want to ride in a car driven by an Oriental in my whole life! You are a bunch of unprofessional idiots!" Although Patch shouted like this, he still tried his best to control the steering wheel. He was grateful for his previous experience in stealing cars, otherwise Patch really didn't know what to do if the driver was gone.

But even though Patch jumped into the driving seat immediately, the car still slowed down because no one stepped on the accelerator.

Patch, who was sitting in the driving seat, stepped on the accelerator and chased after him. Then he saw that inside the MPV with the door open, the driver whom he had just scolded had just pulled a dagger out of a man's forehead.

Patch opened his mouth wide. He was about to criticize Zhao Hong for being unprofessional, but he quickly changed his words: "Come back, man! That's too dangerous."

The four thugs in the car had been dealt with by Zhao Hong. At this time, Zhao Hong pointed a gun at the cab and shot directly from the MPV to the roof of the car.

Then Patch saw the amateur driver from the East crawling back from the passenger seat with fresh blood on his body.

After the MPV lost its driver, the vehicle lost control and slammed into a roadside building.

Zhao Hong picked up his phone and opened the translation software: "What did you say just now? I heard you yelling."

"I say you are so fucking cool brother! You are simply the most handsome Oriental guy I have ever seen!" Patch said immediately.

This Oriental person must not learn English, must not learn it!

I misunderstood Jonas. This Oriental man may not be a good driver, but he is definitely a good killer!
How did he kill four people with just one step on the accelerator?

However, just as Patch breathed a sigh of relief, he saw from the rearview mirror that two more SUVs were speeding towards him.

Perhaps worried about the recurrence of the MPV scene, someone in the car opened the window and leaned out to shoot at this side. "These sons of bitches, do they have a gun license to dare to shoot like this!!" Patch lowered his body and lay on the steering wheel, trying his best to control the direction to avoid the bullets, but the car still made crackling sounds, and the rearview mirror was directly blown out.

"Hey, buddy, think of a solution!" Patch shouted to Zhao Hong beside him, "Otherwise we will all be beaten into a hornet's nest."

However, after saying this, Patch saw Zhao Hong put away the phone in his hand and looked at him.

Then, the Oriental man gave him a thumbs up and said, "My mission is over. It's up to you now."

"Huh? What? What do you mean?"

Zhao Hong thought for a moment, then said two words from his meager vocabulary: "You, good!"

Then Zhao Hong suddenly opened the passenger door and jumped out of the car! After several rolls, he quickly got into the alley on the side of the road.

"Good? What!" Patch's face turned pale: "If you don't speak English, don't speak it!!!"

At this moment, Patch was desperate.

I, Patch Rio, am a wanted criminal being hunted by a gang of gangsters, and my driver just fucking jumped out of the car and ran away after telling me I was a good guy!
why!
Why is there such an unprofessional driver!
Why do I have to go to LAPD myself to turn myself in? Can't LAPD come and pick me up?

But Patch knew that now was not the time to ask questions, so he stretched out a hand and gave the middle finger to the back, then began to control the car to weave in and out of traffic.

At this moment, a bullet pierced through the rear window and went straight to the back of Patch's head.

But Patch didn't know, and he didn't know even more, that a ball of demonic energy suddenly rose up behind him, and the bullet was blocked.

The pursuers have already changed the magazine. They couldn't understand why, although this shooting method was not very accurate, they were all trained after all. Wasn't the black guy in the car in front just too lucky?
Not only can he miss the target with so many bullets, but this bastard still has the energy to give the middle finger?

As for Patch, he has already seen the dawn of victory.

Ahead, there were rows of police cars driving in the opposite direction. With sirens blaring, they looked like angels in Patch's eyes.

Before today, Patch would never have dreamed that he would actually regard the police as angels!
Moreover, Patch also saw that behind these police cars were interview vehicles from various TV stations.

"What's going on?" Patch looked at the scene in confusion.

Just then, his cell phone rang.

Patch quickly answered the phone, and Xiunuo's voice came from the phone: "Patch, the stage has been set for you, and now it's your turn to perform. Whether you can transform from a wanted criminal to a victim and a hero depends on your performance."

Patch quickly replied, "No, no, no, boss, I don't think I can do it. There are so many policemen! I get scared when I see them. I'm still being chased, you know what a chase is? My driver just jumped out of the car and ran away. You must file a complaint against him. And me, my brain is blank right now. I've forgotten all the words you taught me!"

"If you succeed, I'll give you $100,000 in cash."

Patch was stunned, and then his voice changed: "Black people are born actors. Trust my boss. If I perform well enough, can you give me $150,000?"

"Two hundred thousand."

At this moment, Patch felt his mind was clear: "Trust me, boss! After tonight, the whole of Los Angeles will owe me an Oscar trophy!"

The next moment, Patch stepped on the accelerator and the vehicle instantly passed through the gap between the two cars in front.

Then, the vehicle did a perfect drift on the road, with the front of the car facing the vehicle behind.

Patch stepped on the accelerator again, then slammed open the car door and jumped out.

The vehicle rushed back in the direction it came from, and Patch, who had rolled on the ground a few times, immediately got up and ran towards the LAPD police car with his hands raised high!
ps: I am borrowing the main text, and it does not exceed the charged word count. Please take a look at the words of the author of this chapter.

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