The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 217: Pretty cute

"Lucas."

A voice sounded behind Lucas.

Lucas looked over, then smiled bitterly and walked over: "Virgil, you came in person."

Virgil, who was also black, looked helpless: "Of course I have to come here in person. Is there any trouble here? I mean, nothing has been lost, right?"

Lucas snorted: "Don't worry, compared to what is registered in the computer, it will only be more, not less."

The black man named Virgil laughed and said, "It seems that I came at the wrong time. Speaking of which, I have always wanted to ask, what are you crazy about? If all the drug dealers in Los Angeles are gone, then are we useless?"

Lucas rolled his eyes, "Don't ask Virgil anything you shouldn't ask."

Virgil stretched out his arm and touched Lucas, then whispered, "Honestly, no one from Dark Gold Pharmaceuticals has ever contacted you?"

Lucas frowned and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Don't be like that, Lucas. We are friends." Virgil raised his hand and patted Lucas twice. "Do you really think that people don't understand? Who is happiest about cracking down on drug dealers? Isn't it that Xiong En Bazel? How many drug dealers want to kill him? Especially in Los Angeles, if this guy really promotes his free stuff, the drug dealers will suffer the most."

"As a result, at this time, with the joint attacks of you and the LAPD, plus the joint law enforcement of the county police, the guys who wanted to kill Xiong En were either caught or killed. The Bazel family will not give you their shares in Dark Gold Pharmaceuticals, right?"

Lucas said with a dark face: "Don't talk nonsense about Virgil, I have never received any benefits from their family, and I haven't even had any contact with them! Which damn bastard spread this rumor?"

Virgil chuckled and said, "I understand, Lucas. What you did was reasonable and reasonable. It was completely your job. Even if a specialist came to investigate, they wouldn't be able to find anything wrong. Don't worry, the brothers won't steal your things. After all, we all know how dangerous it is to crack down on these drug dealers. So, this is what I'm most curious about."

Virgil lowered his voice even more: "How did you achieve zero deaths? I know the situation in Los Angeles. The most you have is someone injured. Even the most rigorous investigators can't find any fault with you. You don't know that some of the guys behind you hate you to death, but they can't do anything to you."

"Careful planning, and adequate preparation, Virgil."

Virgil looked displeased: "You don't consider me a friend, do you, Lucas? I'm the first one here."

Seeing that this guy was not giving up, Lucas thought about what was going to happen next, so he could only say, "Think carefully about the first question you asked me, and then think about the reason in light of the current problem."

After saying that, Lucas curled his lips when he saw Virgil looking thoughtful.

Just figure it out yourself.

When the time comes, whatever you say will be the final word, so you don’t have to ask me here.

After thinking for a while, Virgil suddenly said, "I thought so! What did the Bazel family do in the past? The information you got from him is completely different from what our informant gave us. As expected, your achievement is not something that everyone can replicate."

Ah, yes, yes!

Seeing Virgil's confident look, Lucas smiled.

However, Virgil rolled his eyes and said, "Lucas, in fact, Xiong En is not only in Los Angeles, right? If he goes to San Francisco, he will also have to worry about retaliation from drug dealers, right?"

At this moment Lucas finally understood what this guy was here for.

Seeing Lucas's eyes, Virgil whispered, "You also know how dangerous our line of work is. Lucas, you will definitely move up in the future. We still have to stay on the front line, and it won't be so easy to make some extra money."

Lucas was about to answer when he heard a loud bang coming from the door.

He looked at the cars that kept coming in outside, and didn't want to get entangled with this guy anymore, so he just said, "No problem, I will help you when I have the chance. If you can still do this job."

The people who arrived one after another were none other than the guys who needed to transport the contraband from these temporary warehouses.

Seeing the people getting off the car, Lucas was a little surprised: "You all came in person?" Virgil patted Lucas on the shoulder: "Don't you see what we are transporting this time? If there weren't a bunch of crazy people on the street running to places they shouldn't go, the LAPD would have to help us. But now they have to protect others. The things we want to transport are important, but the safety of those people is more important."

"Someone will still come." Lucas said.

Virgil didn't say anything, but returned to his car, took out a document and handed it to Lucas, saying, "I suspect those guys have already figured out what to do with these things. The quantities were already divided when I received the order."

Lucas looked at the documents, then nodded towards the warehouse: "Let's go and load the truck."

Regarding the transfer of the contraband warehouse, although it was decided hastily, the supervision was still in place.

Surveillance and documents are all available, and in addition to the DEA, people from the FBI and LAPD were also responsible for verification.

It took the whole night just to check the packaging.

The early morning sun shone on the streets of Los Angeles, and trucks drove out of the DEA's temporary warehouse and headed in their respective directions.

They came quietly and left very quietly.

However, this is doomed to be of no use.

State Highway 405 is the main road from Los Angeles to Orange County. This road is connected to State Highway 5, passes through Los Angeles, passes the Los Angeles Airport, and goes all the way to Long Beach, then runs north and south along the west coast.

Because there is also a western section, several vehicles are traveling on this road at this time.

Virgil was driving and following at this time, but gradually, he found something wrong.

Because there is a traffic jam ahead.

But it's still early in the morning, why is there a traffic jam in this place?
Virgil noticed something was wrong. He glanced at the people around him and whispered, "Be alert. Don't let anyone get close to the truck."

The DEA agents quickly got out of the car. Some of them used their ID to stop the cars following behind, while others ran to the vicinity of the truck, pulled out their guns and became alert.

Virgil saw that many people had taken out their cell phones in the traffic jam ahead.

"Car accident?" This was the first thought in Virgil's mind.

As for the possibility of someone hijacking the car, he had never thought about it at all. After all, this was just a temporary operation, and he was well aware of how many drug dealers and gangsters were left in Los Angeles.

Because these people all ran to the surrounding areas.

Virgil walked up to a man who was fiddling with his phone, knocked on the window, and then leaned over and asked, "Hey, Bu Rou, do you know what's going on in front?"

This guy was also a black man. Upon hearing Virgil's question, he directly handed over the screen of his mobile phone: "Did you know that Sweater Man has changed his equipment? This one is much more handsome than the previous one!"

Virgil was stunned: "Hoodie Man? How do you know?"

"He's right in front." The black guy said excitedly, "There are quite a few people taking pictures in front. My brother just sent me their group photo!"

Virgil looked over and saw a guy wearing black armor and a skull mask that covered his entire head, making a scissors hand gesture. Next to him was an excited black man.

Seeing this scene, Virgil said in a daze: "How come it's a little cute?"

But immediately, Virgil's face changed drastically, and he turned back and shouted, "Protect the truck!"

But the next moment, a sound of metal collision and cheers from the crowd were heard!

(End of this chapter)