The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 180: The Perfect Crime

Xiunuo felt that his worries were completely unnecessary.

You are such a vicious guy!
He was worried that Jia Yu didn't know what it meant to cut the grass at its roots, but it turned out that his plan from the very beginning when he came here was to kill people to silence them.

Or the kind that completely removes itself.

Xiunuo heard every conversation between him and Kendi clearly.

It should be that his previous report on Kendi was exposed, and Kendi wanted to retaliate against him.

It was this decision that brought Kendi death. This time, Jia Yu even optimized the steps of calling the police.

None of Jia Yu's choices were redundant. The fact that Kendi was able to study at Caltech, even if he got in through connections, at least proved that he had basic logical thinking ability.

Don't think that this is very common. If you really go to the streets to interview some people, you will find that these people not only lack basic logical thinking, but also lack a lot of things that you think are common sense.

The theory that the earth is flat is just a folk science here, but I don’t know how many supporters it has in America.

The essence of happy education is to distinguish between the elite and the lower class.

So from the moment he started queuing, Jia Yu was actually doing one thing.

Pierce that Kendi.

He lost face in front of his friends, and he used the security to achieve this. Then, that Kennedy would definitely do whatever it takes to get his face back.

If you taunt at this time, the hatred will be stable.

That word Nig is simply a strong vengeance against Kendi.

The police officers had already rushed over at this time, and one of them went up to pull Jia Yu away and comfort him.

One began to give Kendi first aid.

And said into the intercom: "There has been a shooting. There has been a shooting. Please send a medical team."

Blood was gushing out of Kennedy's body, but he didn't die immediately.

It seems that it's no joke that Americans have a certain degree of bullet resistance.

Kendi's companions were already dumbfounded at this moment. They were shouting, "What did you do! Damn it! What did you do!"

LAPD Chief's Office.

Jim's face was gloomy at this time.

Something happens every night and people can’t sleep well!

But this time he didn't get angry at the person on the phone.

Because the person who called was a state government official, a black student at California Institute of Technology, who was shot by one of his own police officers and died in the hospital after failed rescue efforts.

It was in Xiong En’s damn territory where a bunch of poisonous insects gathered.

Jim was originally worried when he heard that the dead guy was a student from Caltech. Now the call from the state government office let him know that the identity of the dead guy was definitely not simple.

Ah, damn Los Angeles!
Standing in his office were the two police officers who were there at the time.

Jim rubbed his brows and said, "Can anyone tell me what happened and why did you shoot that damn gun?!"

"He has a gun, Chief," said a police officer.

"He was being violent," said another officer. "He was beating an Asian man."

As he was speaking, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

"Chief." Hogan walked in and put something on the table: "The video from the recorder has been retrieved."

"Well. You go out first."

Jim started to check the video on his computer. According to the video from the law enforcement camera, a sturdy guy could be seen pressing an Asian man against the wall and beating him. And when the police officer shouted to stop, the black man didn't listen at all.

Then the police officer warned him a second time, and the Asian man also fell to the ground and reminded the police officers that the attacker had a gun.

Then the attacker turned around and said he didn't have a gun, but he did have a gun in his hand.

The police opened fire.

How to say it, Jim narrowed his eyes after watching the video.

There was nothing wrong with the police officer's handling of the situation. If we have to point out a problem, it was that he did not warn the black man to put down his weapon.

After all, if a black person shouts that he doesn't have a gun, someone will make a fuss about it. After all, they love to lie with their eyes open. The family members of a guy with a stack of criminal charges on him can all jump out and say that their child is a good person.

But Jim is not one of those bureaucrats. He climbed up from the streets to the position of director.

He knows how stressful it is for police officers to patrol in that environment, especially since the neighborhood is now home to a large number of addicts and potential drug dealers and gang members.

It is simply unrealistic to expect a police officer patrolling a high-risk area to follow all rules and regulations.

Not to mention that they would shoot, Jim was sure that if he was patrolling at the time, he would have shot without hesitation.

When patrolling in a place like that, hesitation means handing your life over to the kindness of others.

And there is a high probability that you will lose if you gamble on this kind of thing.

There were flaws in the police officer's operation, and this flaw cannot even be blamed on the police officer triggering his passive ability when seeing black people. Even if they were white, these two people would have opened fire.

But it cannot be denied that dark skin does greatly improve the hit rate of police officers.

This is not racial discrimination. The ten rings on the target paper we train on are all black dots. Is there any problem in increasing the hit rate by seeing the black color?

Of course, these are not the point. The point is that Jim discovered something was wrong.

When the black man was beating someone, if he was controlling the victim and swinging his fists at the same time, how did he hold the gun?
The black man was so strong that it was difficult to see the specific situation of the Asian man he beat from the law enforcement recorder and the police car's dashcam.

Of course, it is also possible that he took it out to fight the police after hearing that the police were there, and many white people would probably accept this statement, but Jim knew that this guy was a student at Caltech after all.

That's the ninth-ranked school! How could such a person pull out a gun after hearing the police's warning like those low-class black people?
Even the policemen that these black people have encountered since childhood are all kind.

But I know this kind of thing, but I can't say it out.

A bold idea suddenly popped up in Jim's mind.

"Who is this Asian? Has he been brought back?"

"He's been brought back. He's being interrogated and his statement is being recorded." A police officer said quickly, "He's a student at Caltech. We've confirmed his identity. Chief, you should understand that in that environment."

Jim took a deep breath, then stood up and said, "I understand you. Don't worry, the bureau won't do anything to you. I will arrange for you to take administrative leave, but I need you to be prepared."

"What."

"That black man is not an ordinary person." Jim said helplessly: "So, get ready to find a lawyer. The prosecutor may sue you. Be prepared early. Also, take me to meet this foreign student."

"Ah? Do you need to go in person?"

Jim narrowed his eyes and said, "Of course I have to go in person. This matter may not be as simple as you think. If I mean if, my guess is true..."

This might well be the perfect crime, Jim added in his mind.

He didn't say it, but patted the two on the shoulders: "Okay, I will follow up on this matter personally."

Jim said and walked out of the office.

He plans to meet this foreign student.

He had a feeling that even though there was no evidence at the moment, even though all the current evidence and future public pressure would certainly be on black and white, his intuition from decades of handling cases made Jim feel that this foreign student was definitely not clean!

(End of this chapter)