The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 139: Is Life Too Good?

"Tom. You can't be so negative you know?"

In front of the cell, Jonas looked helplessly at Tom across from him.

The first or second homeless person this boss met after arriving in America was a guy who chatted with the boss for a while and then rushed out to enforce justice the next day.

In two days, his case will go to court.

Tom smiled at this time: "No, Joe, I'm not negative."

"Then why didn't you cooperate with the mental examination?" Jonas looked at him unhappily. "Do you know how much I spent to help you get a doctor?"

"I don't have a mental illness, Joe," Tom said. "I did what I wanted to do, and that bitch and that asshole deserved to die."

Jonas looked dissatisfied at this time: "Tom, do I need to tell you again, even with the help of public opinion, even if I portray you as a victim, if you still have this attitude, do you know how many years you will spend in prison? If you still don't understand, then think about your child, do you want him to become an orphan?"

"What else, Joe? Even if I'm acquitted now, the child protection agency will find him a foster family because of my murder record. I think this is good. At least my child doesn't have to face the fact that his father killed his mother."

If Jonas didn't still need Tom because of Xiunuo's matter, he really didn't want to bother with this guy now.

You are a homeless person, why are you so paranoid?
Jonas took a deep breath and said, "The boss needs you to do something. So Tom, there will be a new mental examination in two hours. Cooperate with them, okay?"

Tom's expression became solemn when Xiu Nuo was mentioned. He thought for a moment before saying, "I can cooperate, but can I know what he needs me to do?"

"You'll know this after you get out."

"Just proving that I have a mental illness doesn't seem to be enough to get me out."

"That's my business." Jonas stood up. "So, do what you have to do."

After saying this, Jonas left.

After they walked outside, Jonas called Xiunuo: "Boss, what is the use of this Tom? Do we have to rescue him?"

"If it were in the past, it might not be necessary." Xiu Nuo has been refining the merits in his body during this period of time.

This time, the merit allowed Xiu Nuo to advance to the seventh level of Qi training, and his spiritual energy was fully replenished.

If you reach the Jindan stage, you don’t need to rely on special materials to set up the formation.

Cultivation becomes more and more difficult as time goes by, not to mention that the merits gained this time are not that great.

Xiunuo knew the reason. There were other people behind Tolan. If they were all dealt with, the merits would definitely be more than what they have now.

But Xiunuo understood better that the power behind it was not as simple as a capitalist.

Why not prepare to go again? When did the monks lack time?

So, Xiunuo added: "But you have already made him an LGBT, right? If the homeless shelter is ready, it would be enough for him to just stand there."

"We can definitely go find another boss. Some of those guys will do things for us if they are paid. The louder they shout, the lower their bottom line is."

"Are you going to look for it?"

"Well, of course you can, but this matter is so important that you may need to take a look at it."

"So Tom, is there anything else you want me to think about?"

"Of course not. That guy thinks you are the incarnation of God."

"Do I need to defend him?"

"Of course not, this is mine." Jonas was silent at this point.

"It seems that you have understood, Joe. For you, it is a trouble to let him out, but for me, it is a trouble to find a new one. At least it takes the trouble for me to go out and find one."

Jonas was silent for a moment, then he couldn't help but speak: "I have a suggestion, boss, can you listen to it?"

"what?"

"Don't learn from those capitalists! Really! They are not good people!"

Xiu Nuo laughed loudly: "Okay Qiao, I'll show you a way. Go find Lao Wang. That guy is guilty. There is only one way to get him acquitted."

“I know,” Jonas said. “A jury. But a jury needs reasons, too.”

"Go find Lao Wang and tell him what you need." Xiu Nuo continued, "He will help you solve this problem. Even if you want the evidence to disappear."

"Can't we ask Jim for help, boss?"

"Of course not. He is a righteous director."

"Okay, I know what to do, boss," Jonas said and hung up the phone.

He looked at the sky, then took a deep breath. He said helplessly, "I really shouldn't know these things. Jim is actually a righteous director!"

After hanging up the phone, Xiunuo turned on the TV.

Then he saw a piece of news. After a few days of public opinion fermentation, the local prosecutor finally said that they would not prosecute Mrs. Gold and others. They believed that Tolan's words before his death were a serious provocation to the judiciary, and also stimulated the group of poor people who lost their children.

Because of Toland's verbal stimulation, Mrs. Gold and others, who were already under great mental stimulation from losing their children, suffered from temporary mental cognitive disorders.

They are not fit to be prosecuted now as they require medical assistance.

Then the city government stepped in and expressed its willingness to bear the mental health treatment costs for the victims' families.

In fact, Xiunuo was not surprised by this result.

You let these democratically elected prosecutors in California prosecute a poor guy who everyone now thinks is a hero and who everyone thinks did nothing wrong?

What? Have you been having a good time lately? You want to give yourself some excitement, right?
And Tolan's death is what everyone wants to see.

What the public saw was a demon falling into hell, and what the government saw was that someone finally took responsibility for this mess.

What's wrong with being killed in public? Didn't he deserve to die?
And Patch also released the information he had, a piece of information he stole from the laboratory.

There are more experimental images inside.

But it doesn't matter anymore, because the demon is dead.

However, the judicial investigation into the Kovo Group is not over yet. It is for justice and for the US dollar.

Moreover, Xiunuo believed that he had only announced these things, and the guys behind Tolan should be able to understand them.

Everyone should have reached a tacit consensus at this time.

However, Xiunuo also knew that no matter how much information was disclosed, it would be unrealistic to find out the person behind the scenes.

Not to mention that the laboratory's data does not contain much follow-up information, so what would happen even if it was found out?
On the contrary, if you keep this information in your hand, it can be more useful elsewhere, or when you need it in the future. This thing is still useful.

For example, right now, the California Governor’s Office.

On the Governor's desk lay a printout of a document he had signed.

After seeing the contents, the governor's face turned pale.

He found his assistant and secretary, but no one knew how this thing ended up on the desk.

It's the same even if you turn on the surveillance.

The sudden appearance of the document actually did not scare the governor. What frightened him was not that this document could appear on his desk without anyone noticing. What really frightened him was...
The person who put this thing on his desk did not leave any other information, which means that this person did not make any requests this time.

Bazel's beauty salon.

Quan Rui smiled as she looked at the women in front of her who seemed to have regained their youth: "It seems like everyone has been doing well recently."

"Mysterious oriental secret arts." A woman's smile never stopped: "I've been having a great time recently, but... I may have to change my male partner, because that guy is almost dying."

Quan Rui handed the lady a cup of freshly prepared coffee and reminded her, "I told you not to ask too much from a person. The LAPD has a new chief, right? I heard he is ruthless and impartial. I don't want to see your news on a wanted list next time."

"Not really." A woman next to him said nonchalantly, "I've already changed two, Miss Quan. The feeling is so wonderful that I can't stop."

"So what about those two people?"

The woman thought for a moment, then said, "Under the water? Under the ground? In a pillar? Who knows? Anyway, it's been taken care of."

Quan Rui shook her head: "Although I really want to persuade you, why should a woman be mean to herself? I just hope you can be gentle with your husbands. Oh, right. Your married life should be pretty good, right?"

The lady who spoke first laughed: "You know, Miss Quan, that bastard usually doesn't like to pay attention to me, but recently, in order to get what he wanted, he was willing to let me put a collar on him!"

"If that's the case, I'm relieved." Quan Rui nodded slightly, then said: "But you guys come too frequently, can you give me some time to recover? Replenishing internal energy is very energy-consuming. If you don't understand, go watch more Eastern costume TV dramas. I can't let you come whenever you want in the future. I have to give you a badge so that you can only come at fixed times."

The women looked shocked: "Oh. God, please don't do this Miss Quan."

Quan Rui just sighed and said, "It's a pity. I can only do this in the future, but as my first batch of customers, you have privileges, but the premise is that I want more women to live a better life."

The women immediately laughed: "Having us here is the best advertisement for Miss Quan."

"Of course." After saying these polite words, Quan Rui changed the subject: "Oh, by the way, I received some information that some places in Los Angeles may be unsafe recently. I have the specific time here. Are you interested in buying this information?"

The women looked at each other. Then shook their heads: “Miss Quan, there is nothing unsafe where we live.”

Quan Rui just smiled and said, "Remember the villa where Tolan was emptied? But. I'm just promoting my new products. I don't mind if you don't want to buy them."

A woman thought for a moment and asked, "How dangerous is it?"

“Unless your house is made of concrete.”

"So, Ms. Quan. Your new product is information? Are you ready to become an information dealer?"

Quan Rui shook her head. "No, Mrs. Ian, my new product is not information or intelligence, but security. Los Angeles has not been safe at all in the past two months, has it? What I can tell you is that it will still be unsafe in the future. And if you buy my information, you can get security."

"I'm not going to be an intelligence dealer. I'm going to provide you with security advice. Believe me, as long as you are willing to pay, no matter how chaotic Los Angeles is, it has nothing to do with you."

(End of this chapter)