The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 187: This is the purpose
When Joel woke up, he found himself on the street.

Then he saw his good friend Bilson Trug shaking himself beside him.

"Bilson." Joel rubbed his aching head: "Why are you here?"

And Bilson, the black elite, asked in confusion: "Didn't you ask me to come here, Joel?"

"Me?" Joel's eyes widened: "How could it be me? Me"

Glancing at his surroundings, it was already daybreak, and Joel recalled what had happened that night.

I was framed!

But I have clearly been framed. Shouldn't it be now that those who framed me are making demands on me?
How could they let me go so easily?

"What did I ask you to do, Bilson? Sorry, I got drunk at the social gathering last night and I can't remember much."

Bilson immediately had an I-know-what expression on his face: "You're the one who asked me to pick you up, Joel. You said the matter had been settled. You asked me to come here to meet you."

"Let's talk about it?"

"Yeah." Bilson took out his cell phone. "Look, but what did you do last night? We were still in Los Angeles when we separated, so how did you end up in Pasadena? Are we going to school? That foreign student is also responsible for Kendi's death!"

Joe was stunned: "Pasadena? Did I say that?"

Bilson handed over the phone: "You must be drunk Joel."

Joel took Bilson's phone and found that there was indeed a message he had sent to him, telling him to pick him up here.

Joel took out his cell phone, and his hands began to tremble.

Because his phone also sent the same location information to an unfamiliar number, along with a message that the goods were ready.

The problem is, I have no idea how I sent this message!
Moreover, the jargon used in this kind of movie is so overused that it makes me look a bit stupid!
"You drove here, right Bilson?"

"of course."

"leave here!"

Joel already had a bad idea in his mind.

The two got in the car, and Joel took out his phone, turned on the location and started checking the situation in Pasadena.

California Institute of Technology is located in Pasadena, an important city in Los Angeles County with a population of approximately 130,000.

Pasadena is not as chaotic as Los Angeles. It is famous for its high-end residences and the annual Rose Parade, but Joel knew what he encountered last night, and he knew that he would not be put here for no reason.

Suddenly, the faint sound of an alarm reached Joel's ears, and Joel finally found what he wanted. Someone had posted a video of a police chase on the street on the local TT.

"Drive the car, Bilson!" Joel shouted immediately.

"I know, but it seems to be broken." Bilson tried to start the engine several times, but the engine only coughed. "I swear it was fine when I came here. This is my new car."

"Get out of the car." Joel said and opened the car door.

Bilson quickly jumped down and said, "What's wrong with you, Joel? There was something wrong with you from the beginning."

"I'll tell you when we're safe, but now we have to leave this place immediately." Joel glanced at the car logo and added, "Don't buy anything from the Germans in the future."

"What are you talking about, Joel? Do you know that you are acting weird right now?" Bilson pulled his friend, who had always been calm, in confusion: "You asked me to come to this place."

Joel was about to explain, but suddenly looked at the intersection ahead.

He could clearly hear the alarm bells and even the sound of gunfire.

There was a strange scream on the street ahead, and a Challenger sports car suddenly rushed out with many bullet holes on its body.

"Damn it!" Bilson reacted faster than Joel: "I understand you Joel! Go!"

But this time it was not their turn to run away, as the sports car seemed to be out of control and crashed towards the roadside.

Bilson and Joel turned and ran.

But the car was still faster than the people, and it almost brushed past them as it crashed into the tree in front.

But before the two could congratulate themselves on their good fortune, the car door opened and two tattooed white men jumped out of the car.

Their eyes were fixed directly on the two of them.

"We should have stayed in the car!" Bilson said and was about to run back.

But Joel suddenly realized something and shouted, "Don't move! Bilson! Don't move!"

Bang!
Joel shuddered all over and felt something splashed on his body and face.

Then, Joel was pulled over by one of the men, with the muzzle of a gun pressed against his temple.

On both sides of the street, there were more and more police cars with PPD printed on them, and Joel was dragged by two men into a house nearby.

The house was empty, at least not yet, and the door lock had been opened by a gunshot.

The two white men yelled that they had hostages and then blocked the door.

Until the moment the door closed, Joel's eyes were on Bilson's body.

His head is blooming
The guy who was just talking to him, a black elite with a net worth of hundreds of millions, just lay on the side of the street in Pasadena.

Two emotions, a sense of complete unreality and the fact that this was real, were hitting Joel's brain at this moment.

Accidental drug dealer police chase
Such a familiar smell.

As soon as he entered the house, one of the white drug dealers grabbed Joel and put a gun to his head: "Tell me sir, tell me a reason why you won't suffer anymore."

The instinct of survival made Joel sober up instantly. He looked at the two ferocious white men in front of him and stuttered: "Gentlemen, I mean, I mean, you only have me as a hostage, right? You just killed one."

"I mean you don't have to suffer." The white man grinned and said, "Now, help me talk to the police. You can say whatever I say, OK?"

Joel panicked instantly. How could he know if the police outside would shoot him the moment he showed his head?
There is a dead person outside, and my skin color is the same as these two people!

Joel immediately shouted, "No! We don't have to do this at all! I promise, I promise PPD will definitely agree to all your conditions! Okay?"

The white man next to him punched him in the face: "Stop talking nonsense, idiot! Just do whatever we tell you to do!"

"If I get beaten to death, you won't be able to leave!" Although Joel was punched, he still tried his best to explain to them: "So I can't die, right? I'm just a poor innocent man."

The white man who was pointing a gun at him shook his neck and said, "Obviously, you have no choice. We need to get those police officers out. Whether you live or die will be up to those police officers."

As he spoke, the guy sniffed hard, then took out a small portion bag from his pocket and took a sip.

At this moment, Joel realized that he could no longer hide anything. Who knew if this desperate drug addict would jump on him in the next second.

"I'm Joel! Joel Koloman! State Finance Minister!" Joel said immediately: "As long as I'm alive! I promise that PPD will not shoot you!"

The two white men were stunned.

Who did I catch?

"Cellphone." Seeing the two men in a daze, Joel took out his own cellphone and said, "I need to make a call and ask those people outside to put away their guns, okay? Gentlemen, calm down, I have a way to make you run away!"

The two men looked at Joel warily, while Joel took out his cell phone and made a call. Then, he said angrily, "Tell PPD! Let them know that I'm trapped in here. Yes, that's it! Tell their people to move away! And send a negotiation expert!"

Joel hung up the phone after he finished speaking, then looked at the two robbers and said, "One minute, you will definitely see what you want to see within one minute..."

Sure enough, twenty seconds later, the police who were shouting at various tactical arrangements outside suddenly fell silent.

A moment later, a police officer shouted outside: "People inside can raise any demands. PPD will try to meet all your demands, but please do not harm the hostages."

Joel breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the two people and said, "Very good. Next, we just need to wait for them to send the negotiation experts. You can ask for a fully fueled off-road vehicle and take me to the border. You know better than me where there is no border wall. But please drop me off at the border."

"You are such a professional sir."

Joel asked his own question: "Why did you shoot just now?"

"You mean the black guy?"

"Yes? Why did you shoot him?"

The white man who first pointed a gun at him laughed and said, "I'm used to it."

At this moment, Joel could be sure that they were the ones chosen!

Ten minutes later, the negotiation expert arrived.

The negotiation process went very smoothly, and the negotiation expert met all the requests made by these people. Even when two people asked for two million US dollars, the negotiation expert agreed without hesitation, but told them that the money would take time to prepare and would be ready for them in three hours.

The two men were still immersed in excitement and joy at this time. Having an official in their hands made them extremely confident.

So naturally I agreed readily.

Three hours later, the two men looked out the window and saw the prepared vehicles outside and the police retreating far away, and they were very satisfied. The negotiation expert walked in carrying a bag.

They opened the bag, and the US dollars inside made them let down their guard at that moment. However, the next moment, what awaited them was the SWAT breaking the window and the negotiation expert pulling out a pistol.

Joel was still dazed as he sat in the ambulance wrapped in a blanket.

The director of PPD was standing awkwardly not far away.

At this moment, Joel's cell phone rang.

Seeing that it was another unfamiliar number, Joel answered the call.

Inside the phone came a voice that he both loved and hated: "Mr. Minister, how was your day?"

Joel took a deep breath, then waved his hand to let the PPD director stay away, and then said: "Very interesting, Miss Quan! You want to tell me that Bilson's fate is the same as my fate for not obeying, right? Don't you already have a way to threaten me? "

Quan Rui smiled and said, "Because I know how low the bottom line is for you white people. By the way, I want to remind you that you were the one who called him over. When the time comes, remember to make up an excuse and go to Caltech to discuss things with the school. How about that?"

"You've even thought of a reason for me, right?"

"Of course, our service is very good."

"Will you still have customers after this incident?" Joel was still angry at being played with by others: "Your business is over! Don't they know about these tricks?"

Quan Rui smiled and said, "But you are alive, aren't you? Who is dead? Why are you two there, but you are intact? But he is dead?"

Joel's body trembled violently, and he murmured, "He is my target?"

"You're very quick to react, Minister. By the way, are we still friends?"

"What?" Joel was a little confused for a moment.

Quan Rui said slowly, "As the finance minister of the state government, you must have a lot of social engagements, right? If you can bring a female companion, a daughter of an old friend, or someone else, it shouldn't be difficult, right?"

At this moment, Joel's eyes widened.

This woman! Her target is not me at all!

But it’s the people she can reach that she can’t reach in Los Angeles!

"Of course," Quan Rui's voice seemed to have magic: "If you do a good job, I will reward you~"

(End of this chapter)