The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 159: The Base is Too Large

It turns out the homeless have nothing left to lose.

Someone offering them money and possible jobs is exactly what they need.

But there are some different guys.

For example, Will, a white homeless man, said, "I'm just here to take advantage of you, don't even think about working for me."

Will took the money and left without leaving his name.

Even Will started packing up his things and leaving this refresh point.

Because he knew that he might not be suitable for this place.

Looking at the heated scene over there, Will just shrugged his shoulders and laughed at himself: "Another bunch of guys being taken advantage of. I don't know what the investor was thinking. He thought these homeless people could help him do things."

After putting everything into the bag, Will was still mumbling, "Even the army can't cure those lazy niggers, why do some people always think they can control these low-level guys? They are just incompetent, not unsophisticated. As long as they can survive, who wants to put in too much effort?"

"I can help you for a few hundred dollars today, but tomorrow, you'll ask me to work for you for a few hundred dollars." Will shook his head, packed up his things and left.

Those high-ranking capitalists always have unrealistic fantasies.

They may think that they are still alive even though they have been such assholes to these people, so if they are a little nicer to them, they will surely support them, right? They will definitely be grateful.

So, the arrogance that comes from the bones of these bastards is the most disgusting, but it has nothing to do with me, those guys will suffer the consequences of their own actions.

Will, who left here, began to look for a new place. He needed to find another place with charging nearby, where he could go to the toilet, and preferably a shower, and where there were multiple rescue points to choose from.

But, to be honest, such a place is a bit hard to find outside the city center.

But if you lower your requirements a little, you can still find it. After all, the city center is so small and Los Angeles is still very big.

As night fell, Will found a park with many tents. The smell of his own kind made him very satisfied.

Will accurately found a somewhat tattered tent and put his things down next to it.

A man walked back, was stunned when he saw Will, and then said: "Hey, no meat, there are people here."

"I know, but only living people can take up space, right?" Will said as he opened the tent, and inside lay an old man.

Will poked the guy and said, "At least a day."

As he said this, he took out his cell phone and called 911 to ask the police to collect the body.

The problems faced by homeless people are not just wandering, they also face various problems, such as food safety and health safety.

Although no one cares about ordinary people, at least they will still act.

As for the homeless, they really don't even have to act. And once they get sick, ordinary people at least have medical insurance, and they may have a chance to wait in line, but it's different for the homeless.

I couldn't afford to go to the hospital, and the food and accommodation were terrible, so I had to rely on my luck to get better.

The only medical help they could get was to go to the church and see if they could find some medicine.

But priests are not doctors, so the most likely thing you will get is
Painkillers.

In addition, it is common for drug addicts here to close their eyes before going to bed and not be able to open them again the next day.

The guy who had reminded Will before just shook his head when he saw this scene: "Poor guy."

Then he looked at Will: "Hello, my new neighbor."

Will just smiled and clapped his hands twice.

Will couldn't sleep at night, he didn't even have lunch, and then he searched for a new home along the way. If it was normal, he might just sleep and wait for the rescue point to refresh the next morning, but it was different now, he had 500 dollars on him.

This is a huge sum of money. Now that you have money, there is no need to let yourself go hungry.

So Will prepared to find a place to eat something. Thanks to that bear En Bazel, the security in Los Angeles at night has improved a lot in the past few days.

Although there are still some small thieves, Will is confident that he can deal with them.

Just as Will was passing by an alley, he observed that there was no one there and decided to walk through it quickly, but just after taking two steps, someone suddenly grabbed his shoulder.

Will grabbed the hand almost instinctively, and after a familiar scream, a figure was thrown over his shoulder.

But to his surprise, the man did not fall directly to the ground, but lay down, holding his arms with his hands and supporting the ground with his feet, using his body to build a bridge.

Will was a little surprised, but the man's voice had already sounded: "Hey, Will! Are you fucking crazy? How can you treat an old friend like this!" After seeing the man's face clearly, Will pulled the man in front of him up and asked curiously: "Patch? Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be there to help some organization? I'm so sorry, the night blends in with your skin color, I really didn't see it clearly at first."

"Of course I came to see you, Will. You bastard, you still talk so disgustingly." Patch straightened his clothes: "You are quite skilled, Will."

Will said calmly, "You're not bad, Patch. Many people were on their backs when you did that just now. How did you do that? I remember you didn't have this ability when I beat you up for the first time."

Patch immediately laughed, "I learned Kung Fu! Isn't that awesome?"

"Very impressive," Will said, and was about to leave.

Patch quickly caught up with him: "Hey, Will, I need to talk to you about something."

Will didn't even stop: "I have no interest in your organization, Patch. Besides, there are so many people, what do you want to do with me?"

"Are you sure you don't? Sergeant Will Frank."

Will stopped walking and looked at Patch with a hint of anger in his eyes. "I have to say, your investor seems to be quite capable, but I hope you can understand Patch. I didn't beat you up now because you are a hero. Don't let my filter about you be shattered."

Patch said nonchalantly, "You know what, Will? I think it's the biggest irony of this country that retired soldiers become homeless. But what's even more ironic is that many of the homeless are veterans. Don't you know anything after you leave the army?"

Will's expression changed. He raised his hand, grabbed Patch's neck and pressed him against the wall. "So, Patch! You are here to cause trouble, right?"

"Is this asking for trouble?" Patch, who was pressed against the wall, was not panicked at all: "Who is really asking for trouble with you? Why did you think of me? Who am I, Will? I was born in a black community, my family is in prison, I can go out to the streets to steal things at the age of ten, if I hadn't seen my teacher and the principal having an affair, I might not even be able to graduate from high school. What about you, Will?"

"I don't know your family, your education, your experiences, but I know that your skin color proves that you must be luckier than me. And yet, we are neighbors?"

"Now, instead of getting angry at the person who made you like this, you are ready to attack me, a guy who is weaker than you, right? Or is what those people said true? When you were in that land, you liked to attack those unarmed civilians. Has bullying the weak become something in your bones?"

"Shut up!" Will stared at Patch fiercely, but Patch was not afraid of him.

Because Patch discovered that, for some unknown reason, Will's strength was much weaker than before, and he could break free at any time if he wanted to.

But, does this guy really want to beat me up?
But Will glared at Patch for several times and then suddenly withdrew his hand.

"Sorry Patch," Will said with a sigh.

"Nothing, I don't care." Patch patted his clothes, "It's just that my clothes are quite expensive, I hope the back is not torn."

"I can't afford to pay for it if it's broken," Will said and continued walking forward.

"Hey! You!" Patch called from behind. "You didn't hear anything I said, did you?"

"No one made me like this, Patch." Will shouted over there, "It's me. I made myself like this. Being a homeless person is good, isn't it? I don't have to think about anything else except what I want to eat every day. I like this kind of life."

Patch said from behind: "Our organization needs strong protection. I don't want to find those security companies. Not only do I have to pay more money, I don't even know what their level is. After all, there is a security guard from that island country who was right next to him and allowed the murderer to fire a second shot."

Patch had already caught up with him when he said this: "And we don't just have to protect ourselves, we have to protect everyone, so I think we may have a lot of jobs here that can be provided to retired veterans."

Originally, Patch thought that Will would be touched after he said this.

But this guy seemed to have made up his mind to just eat and wait for death. He just waved his hand and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Pachi. I thank you on behalf of those veterans. If you need, I can give you some of their contact information."

"What about you Will? We're friends, right?"

"I'm not interested, really Patch." Will turned around: "I think it's good this way. If one day I can't wake up again, maybe that will be my fate."

Patch looked at Will, and then slowly said; "Even if those demons are still at large? Will, if one day you really die and they are still alive, will you still think it is worth it?"

Will stopped instantly and looked at Patch like a lion.

Patch was frightened by this scene, and he quickly said: "I don't mean anything else by saying this. I have an address here. If you want that person to die, you can go here."

Patch gave an address and turned and ran away.

Patch ran into a car and urged the driver: "Drive! Drive quickly! That guy wants to kill me."

"He won't, Patch." Jonas started the car. "How did the talk go?"

"Look, I came back like this and you asked me how the talk went?" Patch's eyes widened. "There are so many homeless veterans. I don't understand why you are looking for this Will."

"I don't understand it either, but the boss said that he wanted to find those people who were hated by God. He also said something else. I thought I was lucky when I met them before, but when I really went to find them, I found out that it was because the base number was too large."

"Can you tell me something I can understand, Joe?"

"Is there a possibility that I didn't understand it either? But this is what the boss told us to do, and we just have to do it well."

(End of this chapter)