The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 165: Resistance

A Latino in a punk leather jacket was looking at the group of homeless people in front of him.

He played with the dagger in his hand and said arrogantly: "We are not going to make things difficult for you. Hand over the money and you can still live here."

The guy with spikes all over his clothes looked at someone not far away and said, "Hey, lady, do you know how long it takes for the police to get here after the homeless person calls the police? Did you just walk onto the street?"

The woman was so scared that she quickly put away her phone. She lowered her head in horror, not daring to look at the guy from the biker gang.

This person is right. There is an average value for the time it takes for police to respond in the United States. As for why there is an average value instead of an error value, it is of course because some places are faster and some places are slower.

The homeless people here cannot understand how quickly the police arrive in the wealthy area, but they know very well how slow the police are when the homeless people call the police.

That was enough time for the biker gang to whip their bodies and then drive away.

"You are robbing." John stared at the Latino.

"Wow!" The Latino looked back at his companion and laughed: "If he hadn't said it, I would have almost forgotten what we were doing!"

The people behind also started laughing.

John pulled Patch and whispered, "Joe said you're a good fighter, right?"

"He farted!" Patch's lips were trembling: "Don't you see they have weapons? I don't have my gun with me!"

John looked at Patch with some dissatisfaction, then he looked at the Latino: "We are already in a bad situation, sir, even if you are robbing, you should change the group of people, right?"

"Maybe you were miserable before, but you are lucky today, aren't you?" The Latino looked at them strangely: "I thought you would fight each other first, but the result is so disappointing. Everyone, the money today is not yours, right? Hand over the money, and no one will get hurt. After tonight, everything will be the same as before, isn't it good?"

John gritted his teeth and said, "That's enough sir! We have more people than you!"

The Latino's smile instantly became even more cheerful: "Look at what they look like now. Hahahaha."

John instinctively looked back and found that these homeless people were huddled back, their eyes full of fear.

Revolt?

Would they still be homeless if they dared to resist?

"Forget it, I must be possessed by evil spirits, wasting my time here with you guys." The Latino waved his hand: "Take the money, let's go back to sleep."

John quickly picked up a belt that someone had thrown away.

But the Latino pulled a pistol from his waist.

John silently threw the belt in his hand to the ground.

But at this moment, Patch saw a dark shadow approaching the Latino quickly.

When Patch saw the figure clearly, his eyes widened. He was about to shout when Will had already reached the Latino.

The memory of his past training flashed through his mind like a movie, and his previously aged body now seemed to have regained its youth and was full of strength.

Wrist snap, gun grab, Will's hands were on the Latino's head in an instant.

If Will hadn't suddenly remembered what Jonas had said before, he would have almost broken the guy's neck out of habit.

After Will stopped, he simply dragged the Latino, who hadn't reacted yet, and threw him to the ground.

The Latino was almost knocked unconscious by the fall. He groaned and climbed up. After seeing the gun in Will's hand, his reason told him not to say harsh words at this time.

Patch whistled, "Good job Will! I fucking thought you weren't coming."

Will was also a little surprised at this time. He looked at his hands and felt that he seemed to be more agile than before.

You know, many times it is much harder to stop than to take action. Are those two pills really that useful?

"Who are you?" the Latino asked, looking at Will.

Before Will could reply, Jonas' voice sounded not far away: "They don't have any guns anymore, do they?"

A group of people turned their eyes to Jonas.

Jonas looked at the homeless people and said, "The premise of the homeless shelter is to hope that everyone can unite. I'm curious, if there are so many of you and you are afraid of even these guys, then what is the point of establishing the homeless shelter?"

Hearing this, Will shook his head helplessly.

It's okay if you let these homeless people hold up signs, but do you expect these guys at the bottom of society to resist?
A fantasy.

This was also the reason why he left at that time, because he knew too well that there was really no possibility of unity among this group of homeless people.

However, a scene occurred that Will could not have imagined.

For some reason, the homeless people who had been a little timid before suddenly raised their heads and stared at the seven or eight biker gang members, as if they were encouraged by Jonas' words.

No?

what's the situation?
Will couldn't believe his eyes.

Jonas continued, "Drive away these locusts that want to plunder you. Use your actions to show them that you are not easy to bully!"

The homeless people looked around at this time, and then picked up the things that were convenient or not convenient from the ground one by one.

John picked up the belt again and growled, "Get them away!"

As they spoke, a group of homeless people rushed towards the bikers. The homeless people who were so cowardly before actually rushed towards the bikers.
Jonas, who was not far away, saw this scene and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Damn it, they actually did it!

How did the boss do it?
Jonas's shouting just now was entirely because Xiunuo called and asked him to say something later.

Even if Jonas told Xiunuo, it would probably be useless no matter how much he shouted.

But Xiunuo just insisted that he just do it.

Jonas never thought that it would actually work.

When the biker gangs saw such a large group of people rushing towards them, they no longer had any of their previous arrogance and just turned around and ran away.

But they soon discovered that these homeless people had better physical strength than them.
A group of people chased after the gang members, throwing all kinds of gadgets at them.

In the end, the biker gang lost even their cars and fled in panic after being beaten.

As for the group of homeless people, many of them fell to the ground panting from exhaustion.

Then he looked at his hands in disbelief.

Jonas walked over, looked at the homeless people, and smiled, "Very good, everyone. Did you see that? You have protected your own interests. So, can someone tell me, if someone else wants to steal your things, what will you do?"

"Get him out of here!" shouted the homeless man who was chasing the fastest.

"Let him leave his things behind and get out!" someone immediately said.

"Please keep your sanity." Jonas looked at everyone with a smile: "This is the reason why the homeless shelter was established. We are not the kind of shelter that gives you food and provides you with a place to stay. We need you to get everything you deserve. We will provide help, but we cannot give you the results directly. If you want the results you have now, the results you once expected, you need to work hard on your own."

"But sir, this sounds like a gang."

Jonas shook his head. "No, sir, you are just fighting for your own rights. Gangs want to take away other people's rights. But we won't. Our request is very simple, that is, no one can bully us!"

Will looked at those extremely excited wanderers and was suddenly confused.

Are these the same wanderers I know?

But what Will didn't know was that inside the Silver Lake Villa, Xiu Nuo was regulating his breathing and exhaling.

It is not difficult for Xiunuo to make a group of people crazy at once, but controlling the degree of their madness requires a lot from his current cultivation level.

Just now, the energy consumed by Xiunuo was higher than that consumed by using magic dozens of times.

But that's what he had to do.

It is almost impossible to unite and resist those who have never tasted the sweetness of resistance.

Just like those people who just say "forget it", their first reaction when encountering anything is to retreat.

But once you take a step forward and get positive feedback, you will fall in love with this feeling.

Is there anything more satisfying in this world than fighting off invaders for your own rights?
If a resistance has positive feedback, then the resistance will become a Pandora's box that is difficult to close once opened.

Once this thing is linked to interests, it will become their top priority when they want to gain benefits.

As for Will, he followed Jonas and left. As for the group of homeless people, they were still celebrating their victory.

On the way, Will kept looking at Jonas.

Jonas was annoyed by the stares: "Hey man, if you have something to say, just say it. Stop staring at me like that. I'm starting to think you're gay!"

Will quickly spoke up: "How did you do it? To be honest, your words are not very inflammatory. Don't question me. It's professional to say these things in the army. After all, you just want them to resist. The army wants soldiers to die."

"Thank you for comforting me, Will. But, unfortunately, I don't know either. I am only responsible for saying these words. The rest has nothing to do with me."

"What do you mean?"

"The boss's abilities refresh my understanding every day."

"But he's not here!"

"This is the scariest thing, isn't it? How did you feel just now?"

"Great!" Will pumped his fist in the car. "I've never felt so good! Not even when I was in the service!"

"That's fine." Jonas said, "Next, you may need to form a team."

"what?"

"A team composed of retired veterans."

"I thought I was the only one."

"You may be the only one dealing with your problem, but if you need help, you can find someone from this team."

"You're going to set up a private security company? Or a mercenary company?"

"No, I don't know Will, because the boss just told me that if you want others to hear your voice, it's never about how loud your voice is, but how big your fist is. And the boss also said that even some disabled veterans are needed."

(End of this chapter)