The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 258: It’s Your Own fault

Chapter 258: It's Your Own fault ()

The Sonoran Desert in the southern United States spans California, Arizona, and Mexico.

This is one of the four largest deserts in America, with a total area of ​​31 square kilometers.

At this time, a car drove into a fenced area in the desert. As the gate opened, the vehicle drove into a small raised building inside.

For example, in the movie, there is a platform in the desert, and when you reach it, the platform starts to drop. This is very difficult to happen in reality.

After all, it's just the desert climate, and the sand is ground so finely that even if the technology is available, a logistics lift in the desert would make the operations team's mothers curse to death.

After the vehicle entered the building, it drove into a large elevator.

After the elevator descended, the door opened and a group of researchers had been waiting here for a long time.

As soon as the car drove out, the researcher rushed up and dragged the corpse to the laboratory.

The researchers didn't rest for the entire night.

Jimmy's office. This guy is very anxious now.

"Is there any result?"

"We have preliminary results." A middle-aged white man in a white coat said, "We have discovered a new element in the corpse and have already conducted extraction experiments."

Jimmy immediately asked, "Does this have anything to do with the fact that they were still able to fight after being missing for a few days?"

This is also the reason why Jimmy values ​​the corpse of the fourth-generation and a half mature experimental subject so much.

He was all too aware of the hunting team's shortcomings.

For example, the theoretical lifespan is only two and a half years left. Although the team members don’t know this, it is certain that their bodies will get worse day by day after they stop taking the medicine.

If the drug is not replenished within 24 hours after injection, these people's fighting power will be less than that of a 60-year-old man.

If they stop taking the medicine for 48 hours, their body functions will be similar to those of an 80-year-old.

If you stop taking the medicine for 72 hours, the outcome will be death.

The greatest advantage of this group of people is that they have flexible brains, reactions and physical fitness far superior to ordinary people, and superb fighting skills, making them the trump cards for assassination and decapitation special operations.

This is also the reason why the fourth phase needs to be developed after the third phase.

Because this kind of thing was never thrown onto the front battlefield.

The frontal battlefield is filled with lines. Besides, what does it matter if your physical fitness is five or six times stronger than that of a normal person? A fifty-year-old artillery shell can still kill you.

A suicide drone can even destroy a tank, so what else does it need is a carbon-based life like you?
So, Phase III seems to be a perfect warrior, but this is far from what their research needs.

The fourth phase is it.

However, the number of perfect experimental subjects in several laboratories from the fourth phase to now can be counted on one hand.

The hunting team, which should have been a half-finished product, still possessed complete combat effectiveness three days, no, five days after disappearing on the mission. This was simply impossible.

They should have died long ago!

After all, the drugs are strictly distributed to these people when they are on duty, and theoretically they must return within 24 hours.

But now that the living example was before him, Jimmy felt that this was even an important discovery that would allow him to regain the general's trust and even move to a higher level.

The researcher looked at the excited supervisor and nodded. "Theoretically, it should be this thing. Every soldier is strictly checked before leaving. We can confirm that the unknown substance in the corpse should be the reason why they can get rid of drug dependence. In other words, it is the residue of the drug they are researching."

As he spoke, the researcher handed over a report: "We also found that the substance is similar to the form of element 0, so we fused it to a certain extent and found that the two are compatible."

Jimmy looked at the researcher fiercely: "Compatible!"

"Yes, and element 0 will be converted into this unknown substance. We tried to inject some element 0 into the corpse, and then found that the unknown substance in the corpse increased, while element 0 disappeared."

The researcher said seriously: "How to keep element 0 in the body of the experimental subject has always been a difficult problem for us to overcome. Only these experimental subjects sent recently have reduced many of these problems."

"Tell me the conclusion! Tell me the conclusion!" Jimmy was already excited.

The researcher then spoke: "I hope to conduct human trials immediately and inject the unknown substance into the body of the test subject. If our calculations are correct, this unknown substance may act as a neutralizer, thereby retaining element 0 in the body of the test subject."

"No problem! Go now!"

Jimmy said and sat down in his chair.

major discovery!

An absolutely great discovery!
If this can be successful.
That's not about gaining the general's trust, but about being able to consider replacing the one-eyed man!

Just as Jimmy was fantasizing wildly, a communication request came in.

"What's the matter?" Jimmy answered the call.

"Supervisor, something's wrong. Morris has been found."

Jimmy's eyes widened instantly. Morris, the fourth-phase perfect experimental subject, the money spent on him was almost as much as an F22!
But his record is truly impressive.

Perfect personal abilities, absolutely normal appearance and thinking, and scientifically estimated life expectancy is more than five years.

This is also the reason why he was asked to deal with the senior FBI agent.

He finished well, then.
He disappeared during his second mission.

This guy's disappearance is also the main reason why Jimmy has become like this now.

"Where is he!" Jimmy felt that today was a blessing from God. A new element was discovered, and there was news about the lost US dollars.

"LAPD." Jimmy's voice was a little strained. "Well, actually, it was the LAPD that held a press conference, saying that they had caught the killer who killed the FBI in public. But I've already sent someone to find out. For some reason, this guy showed up at a gathering place for homeless people, and then a homeless person saw him and called the police, so the LAPD caught him."

"He can be caught by the police? Are you kidding me!"

"He has lost his memory. The LAPD said that this guy is mentally damaged and unconscious. My people told me that he has indeed lost his memory. He doesn't remember anything except that his name is Morris Adam and that he is a lieutenant."

Jimmy pondered for a moment: "He has been a perfect experimental subject for about half a year, and has never had this kind of problem. Could it be a side effect?"

As he spoke, Jimmy called in a researcher.

While explaining the situation, the researcher also fell into deep thought.

After thinking for a while, the researcher said, "This is indeed a situation that has never occurred, but considering that the perfect test subjects are in the observation stage of drug withdrawal, this is most likely a sequelae of drug withdrawal. After all, the appearance of perfect test subjects is too accidental, or is it external stimulation? Previously, there was a perfect test subject at Base No. 1 who became mentally ill due to drug abuse and contributed to the case of killing six test subjects and two researchers."

"There are still some in Los Angeles now, no." Jimmy seemed to have thought of something and said with a dark face: "There are quite a lot of drug addicts in Los Angeles now, and injections are free."

"Hey, Director, what do we do now?"

"Use all your strength," Jimmy said, "Get this guy out of the LAPD. Amnesia is a good thing. We can't let him stay in Los Angeles any longer."

"Should we send someone?"

"Send someone? Who should I send? Don't you think enough people have died in Los Angeles? Go through the formal channels. He killed someone from the FBI. The LAPD has no right to detain him."

"I understand."

"Oh!"

Robin's body hit the ground hard.

Jim was being held by his men at this time, but he still threatened him: "Don't think you can escape punishment by pretending to have amnesia! I have enough evidence to send you to prison! Even if you don't say a word!"

Robin was beaten, beaten by an angry Jim.

However, at this moment, Robin was not angry at all, but rather happy.

He was very glad, very glad that he had Jim as a friend.

Although this guy sometimes acts like a politician, he really has nothing to say to his friends.

And he is very lucky.

Although Robin didn't know what the purpose of that group of people was, at least from everything he had experienced these days, they were indeed making America a better place.

For example, protecting this upright director.

Although Robin didn't know the specific reason, he even felt that there was a hint of conspiracy.

But it doesn’t matter. They can’t really destroy the country. In the end, they are just doing it for their own interests.

Who in America is not working for their own interests now?

And ever since that guy mentioned the homeless home, Robin had roughly understood some of the relationships involved.

The rise of a new politician, the road to whitewashing a gangster family, and the conspiracy of a family that hopes to turn from black to white and enter the upper class of America.

Or in other words, it’s not a conspiracy, but a struggle?

This didn't matter to Robin. How many of those political families were clean? As an FBI agent, he knew it best.

Instead of letting that group of inhumane guys stay there, it is better to let a new family rise. After all, on the road to rise, they have to do something good for votes and people's hearts.

Although Xiong En's free injections are a bit weird, at least drug addicts don't have to rob anymore.

I just hope that the international student can understand what I mean.

The homeless home at this time.

The homeless shelter has a five-story building in Koreatown, Los Angeles, and construction is ongoing in the surrounding area with other buildings and facilities being built.

Many Koreans protested before, but they stopped talking after just two days.

The black people in Los Angeles used their fists to tell the Koreans that black lives are more important, not yellow lives. The black people who had rich experience of being discriminated against let the Koreans know what discrimination is.

Even many Asians in Koreatown were beaten up.

There are actually quite a few Run people here. They haven’t even established themselves here yet, but they’ve already got their first job and are holding signs with the Koreans.

Then they experienced what American freedom is.

Freedom in America means a group of black men beating you up and then taking you away by the police.

He can still come and beat you up the next day.

This group of people took away all kinds of online loans, credit cards and other things they had snatched from the East. After being exploited by intermediaries and robbery on the way, the little money they had left when they arrived in America was given to the hospital.

But when they finally get the democracy and freedom they were expecting, they discover that there is democracy, but it is not given to them, and there is freedom, but that is freedom that is controlled by others.

There are still some smart guys who held up signs to protest against the homeless shelter yesterday, but defected to the enemy the next day.

They rushed into the arms of the homeless shelter. The illegal immigrants in the homeless shelter didn't have many other rights, but they could still beat up the protesting Koreans.

Many of these people are now taking loans from homeless shelters, doing the most difficult dispatched labor jobs, and posting on Twitter about how good their lives are now, saying they found jobs as soon as they arrived.

When Jia Yu walked into the home of the wanderer, he saw a fellow villager holding a mobile phone and live-streaming. He said, "Did you see that? This is where I work. America is great. There are charities like this everywhere."

Jia Yu frowned, looked around, then waved to call a security captain.

This security guard was from Dark Gold Security. He ran to Jia Yu and bowed slightly: "Sir, what's the matter?"

At this time, the fellow villager took a picture of Jia Yu and boasted: "Those who say I have a bad life should take a good look at this. This white man is bowing and scraping to Asians. This is equality for all in America."

It seemed that the security captain didn't understand, otherwise he would have rushed over and beaten him up.

Jia Yu pointed at his fellow villager and said, "That guy."

"I saw it."

"Give him a raise in interest rates, and make him pay it back, now."

"Yes!"

Then, under the witness of the live broadcast room, this Runren was directly pulled up by the security captain: "When are you going to pay me back!"

This person was confused: "What do you mean?"

The security captain dragged him into the small room next door.

Jia Yu only heard the guy screaming: "I'm live streaming! I'm live streaming, big brother! I don't understand, please find a translator! Please find a translator."

After doing all this, Jia Yu felt relaxed all over. He walked inside and headed towards the office on the top floor.

As soon as I entered the office, I saw a 'Dark Knight' looking in the mirror.

Hearing the noise, the 'Dark Knight' turned around, and under the skull mask came a slightly excited voice: "Oh, Jia! How long have you not been here? I missed you so much!"

Jia Yu glanced at the guy and said, "Pachi, I'll give you three minutes to take off your clothes."

Yes, the one wearing the 'Dark Knight' suit at this time is Patch.

After all, he is one of the persons in charge of the homeless shelter.

But Patch just opened his arms and said, "Jia, can you stop being so serious? Look how well this dress fits me! Let me wear it for a while. Don't be so stingy, this is not your dress."

Jia Yu took out his cell phone and took a picture.

Patch was completely unaware of this.

Jia Yu looked at the white man on the sofa and said, "Hunter, call 911 in thirty seconds and tell them we caught the 'Hoodie Man'. I've taken pictures."

"No problem sir." Hunter answered straightforwardly and took out his cell phone.

"Hey!" Patch was anxious: "Jia! You can't do this. You and that bastard lawyer Jonas have both learned bad things!"

Hunter said, "You have twenty-five seconds."

"Hunter! You're my fucking personal bodyguard!! Mine!! Jia isn't the boss! Why do you listen to him? He doesn't pay you!"

Hunter just smiled and said, "I don't care about Patch, really. I just want to see you get humiliated. You still have twenty seconds."

"Oh, shit!" Patch quickly took off his helmet and began to take off his clothes while cursing, "Assholes! Both of you!!"

Jia Yu sat down next to him and asked, "Where did you get this dress?"

"How would I know? A courier delivered it to our office this morning. There's a box over there."

Hunter said, "I checked and there was no sender. I thought it was either a bomb or a package from a caring person. After I opened it, I found..."

"It's the boss's battle suit." Patch laughed happily, "The boss must think I can be the next generation of Hoodie Man! In so many superhero movies, the second generation are all black!"

Hunter said calmly, "That's not the case with the second generation in the comics. When the first superhero came out with the second generation, black people were still being whipped."

"M***F***! Hunter you son of a bitch, you are becoming less and less willing to hide the fact that you are a racist!"

Hunter looked at Jia Yu; "Mr. Jia, don't get me wrong, I only do this to black people."

"Shouldn't you fucking apologize to me, you bastard!"

Jia Yu said nonchalantly: "You happen to be in Hunter, how is your tracking skill?"

"Mr. Required Course." Hunter smiled. "Of course I'm talking about urban tracking. If it's jungle tracking, you should find Instructor Will. He's a professional."

"What I need is city tracking." Jia Yu said, "Let's go find some people. We should follow a group of guys from now on. Don't let them find us, and don't lose us."

"Anti-terrorism?" Hunter stood up excitedly: "I'll go find someone right away!"

"Hey, Hunter, did you forget that you still have to protect me?"

"It's obvious that it's no longer needed now." Hunter smiled. "Look at how many things have happened in Los Angeles recently. Has anyone come to you? Those people who wanted to silence people seem to have discovered that silencing a nigger is useless except for wasting their bullets."

"I'm too lazy to talk about your prejudice against black people. I'm a hero in Los Angeles! Besides, if he can give you money, then go!"

Hunter was stunned: "Don't you know, Patch?"

Patch was confused: "What?"

"Mr. Jia Yu is a senior executive and shareholder of Dark Gold Group."

Patch was stunned: "Is this even true?"

"Although my salary is paid by my boss, it was all paid by Jonas. When Jonas went to help Xiong En, it was Mr. Jia who paid me."

Patch looked at Jia Yu blankly.

Then Patch instantly changed the topic: "Jia, I don't know what you are going to do, but are you sure you don't need help from me, the hero of Los Angeles?"

Jia Yu nodded: "It is really necessary."

Patch's eyes lit up: "Please give me your orders!"

Jia Yu pointed to the express box on the table and said, "Please put the suit in the same way you took it out."

Simpson Locke. Navy Sgt.

He was a survivor of the San Diego base and was told to participate in a secret mission almost two months ago.

He saw how the Lincoln came ashore, but took no part in the rescue effort.

He is a person who loves to learn, so he knows what happened to the firefighters who tried their best to rescue people in the airport accident that shocked the world more than ten or twenty years ago.

Those firefighters tried their best to save people, and many of them died. However, those who survived were not treated well by this country.

They have not received proper treatment for nearly twenty years due to various illnesses caused by the toxic gases they inhaled during the rescue.

Instead, it has been embroiled in various disputes with the US government.

So, after seeing the Lincoln come ashore, Simpson's first reaction was that if there was a problem with the nuclear reactor, he would definitely be in trouble.

So he ran very fast.

And he wasn't the fastest runner because he was caught in a little rain.

That rain was also strange, the range was extremely small.

But not long after, he was found by the military police and sent to carry out a mission.

But after arriving at the place, those people began to examine his body on the pretext of checking for radiation.

Afterwards, he was sent to an underground base and began drug injection experiments.

He did not resist because he knew that his behavior at the time was already considered desertion, and if the military court pursued the matter, he would be severely punished.

So he had no choice.

Moreover, these drug experiments seemed to be going very smoothly for him, and many researchers looked at him as if he were a treasure.

Simpson vaguely heard what the researchers said. Although he was not very well adapted to the condition, it was good enough that he did not have any adverse reactions.

And just a few days ago, he signed a contract in which his salary was raised to 15,000 US dollars per month. If the experiment passed and he became a super soldier, his salary could reach 30,000 US dollars a month!

This is a huge sum of money!
And today, he was pushed into the laboratory again.

"If you feel uncomfortable," the experimenter said with concern, "remember to tell us."

"No problem sir."

Soon, Simpson was injected with a new drug, but Simpson found that this thing seemed to be a little different in color from those he had seen before.

The previous ones seemed to be blue, why is this thing purple?

But as the liquid entered his body, Simpson felt his muscles tense up.

Not only that, he felt that his mind became extremely clear, and a feeling of violence rose from his heart!
He wants to destroy! Destroy everything he sees!
But his extremely clear mind told him that he couldn't do this. If he did, he would be close to death.

Amidst this complex emotion, Simpson's body began to tremble.

And images continued to flash through his mind.

Why do I only get 30,000 US dollars after successfully undergoing human trials?

If I become a super soldier, why should I listen to these ordinary people?

If I can gain power, why can't I do whatever I want!

Why should I be a soldier all my life? An exploited fellow!
kill!

I should kill them all!
About an hour later, Simpson opened his eyes slightly.

The researcher waved his hand in front of Simpson's eyes: "Sergeant Simpson, how do you feel now?"

Simpson looked at the researcher.

The researcher was frightened by Simpson's eyes and took a step back.

But the next moment, he saw a kind smile on Simpson's face, and the terrifying look in his eyes had disappeared.

"I feel great, sir," Simpson said.

(End of this chapter)

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