The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 148 I Won’t Be Fooled Again

A dinner party is being held in a luxurious villa in Los Angeles.

It can be seen that these people are in a good mood recently.

Schwenk was holding a glass of champagne in his hand and talking to someone. Suddenly, his eyes fell on someone.

After exchanging a few more polite words with the people around him, Schwenk walked towards the man.

He walked up to the man, leaned slightly over and asked, "Mr. Field, it's not your character to sit here."

Field looked at the people around him, with a fake smile on his face: "It's Councillor Schwenk, it's not in your character to come to me, you should appear in every corner of this banquet, right?"

What Field said was actually a mockery. He dared to say it because he really didn't care about the identity of this Los Angeles council member.

Schwenk didn't care at all. He picked up a glass of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter and handed it to the man in front of him.

The latter took it and placed it on the table in front of him, then asked, "Senator, is there anything I can help you with?"

Schwenk said calmly: "Obviously, it's not me, Mr. Field, who needs help now."

Field was obviously a little impatient: "If that's the case, then I shouldn't be sitting here talking to you, right?"

"Why not give it a try, Mr. Field?" Schwenk smiled. "I heard that your hospital was involved in a lawsuit recently, right?"

Field frowned: "If you are here to see me laugh, then this may disappoint you, Mr. Congressman."

"Really? I heard it has reached the prosecution stage? How many days, two days, or three days?"

When Field saw Schwenk's smug look, he turned around and left.

Schwenk didn't stop them, but just said calmly: "I heard that the FDA is helping them behind the scenes, but if the evidence is lost, your hospital should be fine, right?"

Field paused as he was leaving and looked at Schwenk.

The latter did not continue speaking, but just pointed to the glass of champagne on the table.

Field came over, but did not pick up the glass of champagne. He just asked, "Tell me something that interests me, Congressman."

Schwenk was not angry, he just said: "Before the trial, the evidence needs to be handed over to the court. If you lose a class action lawsuit, the compensation should be quite a lot, right? Of course, this may not be a matter of money."

"Mr. Congressman, I don't like beating around the bush. You brought this up because you think you have the ability to solve it, right? If not, I have other things to do."

Schwenk smiled and said, "Of course, our time is precious. If you can find a way to postpone the trial, this problem can be solved. Of course, this is subject to certain conditions."

Field frowned: "Prerequisite? What premise?"

"A piece of news, the price is not expensive, one hundred thousand dollars, a preferential price." Schwenk said lightly.

Field's face turned grim. "No news can solve my problem. What about $100,000? Mr. Schwenk has a big appetite!"

"You might as well listen to what I have to say, Mr. Field." Schwenk said calmly, "Do you remember what happened in the Comp Community?"

When Field heard this, he snorted, "Of course I know. A whole community of people were high. If they hadn't been sent to the hospital in time, I would probably never see some of my old friends again. So what do you want to say, Schwenk?"

Field was already a little impatient at this time. It was really troublesome to talk to this group of politicians.

The question is, as a member of the Los Angeles City Council, what's the point of you doing this in front of me?

"Then Mr. Field, did you ever think about why the drug dealers happened to appear in the Comp community? Of course, you don't need to know this. You only need to know that I was in San Francisco that night. For this reason, I even postponed my work the next day. In addition to me, several other people also left Los Angeles."

Field's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Schwenk with a different look in his eyes: "Oh? I think I'm a little interested, Mr. Schwenk. If this information is true, it is indeed worth $100,000."

"It seems you have understood."

Field smiled and said, "So, Mr. Congressman, are you going to tell me that those criminals can appear in high-end communities and in the Los Angeles Superior Court?"

Schwenk quickly waved his hands: "That's not what I said. I'm just a congressman. I can't decide where those criminals will appear. However, someone seems to know."

Field said calmly: "But if you want this contact information, you need to pay, right?"

"No." To Field's surprise, Schwenk shook his head: "I don't want to stay in Los Angeles as a congressman. So, I'm just telling you a story I heard from others. Politicians always have stories, right? I hope to use a story."

Schwenk raised his glass again: "Let me make friends with you."

Field picked up the glass of champagne on the table: "If this thing can succeed, but to be honest, Schwenk, I don't think he will succeed."

"Really?" Schwenk said faintly, "Do you think there is anything more difficult than having the DEA burn a truckload of contraband in the Comp community?"

Field was slightly startled, then he picked up his glass and clinked it with Schwenk: "We should have been friends a long time ago, Mr. Schwenk."

Schwenk drank the champagne in one gulp and then said, "I heard that your friend also encountered some troubles, right? Well, what case was it? A car accident, right?"

Field shrugged his shoulders: "Someone is ready to turn himself in."

"There's no need to be so anxious, right?"

Field laughed and said, "Come on, Mr. Schwenk, I'll take you to meet some new friends."

Lucas was still confused at this time. He finally received a call from his boss, but the call was not insulting.

Instead, they were concerned about whether Lucas was affected by contraband.

Lucas thought he was being fired, but his boss changed the subject and began to teach him a lesson: "Lucas, next time you have any action, remember to tell me in advance, okay?"

Lucas thought he had heard it wrong. How could this guy actually say such a thing?
Even after he hung up the phone, he was still a little confused. There were no complaints, no reporters visiting him, and even no punishment from his superiors.

Not only was there no blame, there was even concern. Oh, and everything was sorted out and settled as soon as possible.

There was nothing but the abuse of the DEA on TV.

After waiting for a few days, even the abuse on TV stopped, and instead they started reporting on the news that the DEA had cracked down on a group of drug dealers.

Lucas felt that this world was so strange that he didn't recognize it.

But. Isn't this good?
The DEA agents breathed a collective sigh of relief when they saw the wind change.

They looked at Lucas with admiration.

Obviously, they now feel that it is all thanks to Lucas that they were able to get through this safely.

Lucas didn't say much, because he himself didn't know what was going on.

And today, he finally received a message from that man again.

This time Lucas learned his lesson and not only brought his own people, but also called his colleagues from the DEA.

Anyway, they only need to catch people, and the hoodie man will take care of everyone inside.

But in order to prevent the hoodie man from doing anything big again, Lucas set up controls all around when planning the operation this time, with the main goal of making sure no one could drive away this time.

After explaining everything, Lucas was waiting to go in and arrest the person.

After seeing the familiar guests running out screaming, Lucas immediately gave orders: "Act according to the plan. People outside, keep a close eye on the surroundings! I don't want any car to rush out of that damn parking lot!"

So, the DEA men rushed to the strip club in front of them fully armed.

However, just as Lucas was about to enter the door, a sudden brake sound was heard.

Lucas looked in the direction of the brakes, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Another familiar pickup truck.

Damn it, this time you didn’t park inside and drove in from the outside instead, right?
"Boss," the deputy whispered.

Lucas raised his hand and stared at the car warily.

I saw the car shift into reverse gear and start to move backwards.

The deputy's expression changed: "Chase!"

"Don't chase them!" Lucas, who had learned a lesson from his failure, shouted, "Act as planned! Don't chase them!"

Lucas didn't want to get into trouble again. Just because he got through the last incident safely, it didn't mean he could do the same this time.

"But boss, the people in the car..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Arrest the people inside first. We don't need these few people. Notify LAPD immediately! Share the news with them. They have more people, let them intercept the car. Tell them that the people in the car may be armed."

The deputy suddenly understood: "I see. Your risk transfer is brilliant, boss!"

At this time, inside the truck, Song Linlin frowned: "They didn't catch up."

"Tsk, these white guys." Wang Fugui curled his lips: "We have to..."

Before Wang Fugui could finish his words, the voice of LAPD mobilization came from the police radio in the car.

Wang Fugui's face lit up: "The LAPD is here to arrest us. That's all. It doesn't matter who they are, as long as they are police officers. Are your guys ready?"

Song Linlin snorted: "No need for you to remind me."

As soon as the pickup truck passed an intersection, an alarm sounded behind it.

Moreover, gradually, police cars appeared ahead of them.

Fortunately, Wang Fugui had an insider radio station, and Wang Fugui easily avoided several blockades by LAPD by changing routes.

However, the LAPD has a large number of people after all, and as more and more police cars joined in, and even helicopters arrived, they were destined to be unable to escape.

But fortunately, they were not prepared to run away.

The pickup truck crashed through the railings of the Los Angeles Superior Court and rushed into the court's parking lot. Just as the gatekeeper was about to call the police, he heard the alarm ringing right next to his ears.

Then he saw the police cars coming in one after another.

“When did Los Angeles police become so dedicated?”

The compartment of the small truck that rushed into the parking lot first opened and six men jumped out. However, if you get closer, you will find that these men have lifeless eyes and can only smile foolishly at Song Linlin.

Jim was woken up by the phone again.

He was still a little sleepy, but he jumped out of bed after hearing what was said on the phone.

"What! Our courthouse has been taken over by drug dealers!! Do you know what the hell you are talking about!"

(End of this chapter)