The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 184: Please

Xiu Nuo ignored their shock. He just looked at Jia Yu with a smile and said, "Tell them what you think."

Jia Yu was silent for a moment, then asked, "Is this a test for me?"

"It's okay if you think so."

"If Xiong En were a congressman, what he advocated would definitely require a lot of government funding. Asking state finance officials to spend money on ordinary people would simply be asking for his life."

"If we can find something to hold against him, or if we can take this opportunity to remove him from that position and replace him with our own people, then the implementation of Xiong En's policies will be much easier and smoother."

Jonas frowned and retorted, "I must remind you, kid, that the treasurer has the power to approve a sum of money, but Xiong En's is not a small amount of money. It needs to be reviewed and legislated by the two sessions."

"But there are many congressmen who want to have a good relationship with the finance department, right? Especially those in the House of Representatives." Jia Yu said, "Besides, Xiong En has a lot of money, but the amount here at the Homeless House is not a large amount. Is this your purpose, boss?"

Jia Yu looked at Xiu Nuo: "This is the purpose of sending me back to school."

Xiunuo really wanted to say that he was just out for a walk and didn’t think too much about it.

But looking at the three pairs of admiring eyes, Master Xiu thought it would be better not to spoil their fun.

I am indeed an unqualified magic practitioner. I am too soft-hearted.

Xiu Nuo looked at the other two people: "Look, gentlemen, take a good look, he is just a child."

"He's mentally ill." Jim sighed, "I really can't compare to him in this respect."

"I'll teach you how to think. Now that you know what to do, go back."

"Shall I take you back, boss?" Jonas asked carefully.

"No need." Xiunuo waved his hand: "There are only three people in this office. It's not right for four people to leave. Don't worry about me, Jim. Just follow your process."

"Yes."

Jim took two people out, and Xiunuo also disappeared into the room after they left.

"Did the boss climb over the wall to get in?" Jia Yu asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." Jim answered simply: "But I know my office is quite high up, and my boss always appears in this way, and then disappears without knowing how, just like Batman."

Jia Yu looked at Jonas.

The latter just shrugged his shoulders: "Don't ask me, I know nothing."

Jia Yu just replied: "Since you said this, I know that you must know something, but since the boss won't tell me, I know what to do."

It turns out that when Kendi's father found out that Jim was going to bail out the two officers, he was furious.

He must let the LAPD chief know that all black people are different.

Los Angeles is a big city in California, but it is not at the stage where it can ride on the capital and shit on it. At least the chief of LAPD cannot do that. Most importantly, he is not from Los Angeles.

The next day, mainstream media coverage of related events suddenly increased.

Although it is not uncommon for police to beat black people to death, every time it happens and is exposed, it will inevitably cause a wave.

You don't even know whether people are speaking up for black people or simply targeting the police.

A group of black rights organizations seemed to have sufficient funds and came out to protest one after another.

However, the LAPD did not respond immediately to all this.

At this moment, those who were watching the fun could no longer hold back.

The situation of "If you have no problem, why don't you dare to speak up" exists all over the world.

Not to mention that the current LAPD chief is Jim, whom they supported. In their opinion, Jim is the only one who will consider themselves.

Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. This theory is applicable in all industries except for the fan circle.

Especially in this era when information spreads so rapidly.

People are overwhelmed by a vast amount of information and always speak without thinking when they think no one knows who they are through the screen.

When they judge something, they don’t look at whether it is right or wrong from the beginning, but rather, they think, I don’t understand, so you are wrong.

When he first saw something, he instinctively thought that he was right, and then, under the banner of this incident, he began to express his views to anyone.

Their requirement for themselves is that there are no saints in the world, and their requirement for others is often that you must be a saint.

This is an era where people are lenient with themselves and strict with others.

So, how could the perfect Chief Jim, whom they had chosen, protect that abominable policeman? You really can't hide it anymore, right?
By the second day of this incident, a large number of black people were protesting outside the LAPD. Many people were familiar with this place.

In the office, Jim held his phone and asked with a sullen face, "Jonas, you'd better explain to me why the fucking Patch brought a group of black people to protest! Don't play dumb, I saw that guy! Even if he just showed his head and ran away! There are a lot of black people from the homeless shelter here, right?"

"Hey, calm down, Jim." Jonas' voice was relaxed. "One hundred dollars a day for holding up a sign, and two hundred for clashing with the police. I didn't even ask anyone to take the two hundred dollars' business. Am I not being a good friend? But you have to let me earn the one hundred dollars, right? The charity organization is in great need of money, Jim."

"You're such a fucking asshole!"

"Well, isn't this already decided? Just hold on for another day, and then you will be able to fight back."

"But I'm very angry now! Even though I know it's necessary, someone has already smashed the windows of my house!"

"Is there anyone who would do something so outrageous?"

"What are you playing at, Jonas! You better come up with something for me, or send that kid!"

"What to do?" Jonas hesitated for a moment. "Then I suggest calling 911."

Jim was so angry that he almost threw his phone. "I swear! I will beat you into a pig's head the next time I see you!"

Jim breathed heavily after hanging up the phone.

But he also knew that he had to get through this day.

Just after I hung up, the phone in the office rang.

Jim answered the phone and listened to the person introducing himself. He could only suppress his anger and said, "I know. I will try my best to control the situation and not let it escalate. But I must reiterate that there is nothing wrong with my police actions."

This was the nth call Jim had received, and he didn't know how much money Truger had spent to get so many people to call his office.

Jim sat in the chair, rubbing his brow, hoping that this bad day would pass quickly.

A day of protests did not produce any results, and those people online who initially believed in Jim began to waver.

All kinds of conspiracy theories have emerged.

For example, there is a serious problem of racial discrimination in the police system.

Oh. This is not a conspiracy theory.

Just when dissatisfaction with the LAPD reached its peak, the LAPD suddenly announced that it would hold a press conference tomorrow at noon to respond to this issue.

And Jim finally received good news.

Dak was happily assuring Jim at this time: "Don't worry, Mr. Director, he's just a yacht seller. I don't believe that he, a yacht seller, can be as rich as me, a drug seller. I'm talking about all kinds of drugs."

(End of this chapter)