The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 259: Traveling through time?

"Here are the documents Jim."

Guy handed the documents in his hand to Jim and said straight to the point: "We are going to take Maurice away."

But Jim didn't buy it. He said calmly, "This is a local case, Guy."

Guy pointed to the document and said, "It's clearly stated above. Robin is an FBI agent, investigating a case involving state secrets. The murderer is Morris, and we have been investigating him for a long time. This is an FBI case, Robin."

"Investigate?" Jim slapped the table. "You told me not to investigate at the beginning! Guy, do you think I don't know what you are going to do?"

"What's the use, Jim?" Guy lowered his voice. "This guy has lost his memory. Even if the prosecutor prosecutes him, the court will not sentence him, and he will end up in a mental hospital. I'm not trying to irritate you, Jim, but to tell you that we have plenty of ways to take him away. The only question is how long it will take. If you cooperate, you will definitely save yourself a lot of trouble."

"So Jim, for Robin's sake, hand the man over to me."

"Death threats? Do you know how many I've encountered recently? If I'm afraid of this, am I still qualified to be the director?"

"Your record is impeccable, Jim." Guy said directly, "The only way to get you out of this position is to make a mistake or break the law, and I know you won't do that. But believe me, Jim, if you insist on detaining this guy, in three days, it won't be the FBI who comes, but the NSA who comes with an arrest warrant and takes you away on charges of endangering national security."

Jim's face was extremely grim: "You can go to this extent to protect a murderer, right?"

Guy shook his head slightly. "I'm just following orders. Leave the person to me. There's nothing wrong with the procedure."

Jim took a deep breath and yelled, "HOGAN!"

"Chief, you're looking for me." Hogan pushed the door open and walked in.

"Give them the people."

"clear."

Hogan took Guy away, and Jim took out his phone and sent a message.

At this time, Jia Yu, who was outside the LAPD, put away his phone: "Worked, Hunter."

Hunter held onto his headphones and said, "Get ready to work."

On the rooftop, a drone took off, and an excited voice came from Jia Yu's headset: "Wow, this thing from the East is really useful. Are you sure it's for civilian use, sir?"

"What do you mean?"

"I bought it for less than a thousand dollars," the man said. "You have no idea how much this thing costs in the military."

Jia Yu looked at Hunter beside him.

The latter shrugged his shoulders and said, "Don't look at me, sir. We have always been pragmatists. No matter how expensive this thing is in the army, it is much better than that crappy individual transport equipment. You don't know how much I wanted to find a hole to crawl into when I introduced the value of the cart next to me to my subordinates."

While a few people were chatting, the FBI car drove out of the LAPD.

"Three cars." Jia Yu said, "Are you sure which car Morris is in?"

"The one in front. Are they planning to go directly onto the highway?"

"Follow me."

Inside the FBI car at this time.

Robin sat quietly in the back seat. He had expected that he would meet this officer again. After the car drove for a while, Robin spoke up: "Aren't you going to ask something, officer? Or, what did I do that required the FBI to arrest me? I don't even know why the police wanted to find me."

Guy turned around and looked at Robin, his tone a little angry: "To be honest, Mr. Morris, if possible, I also hope that you are not in our car now but in prison. However, what I want to say is, please shut up. Our car is fully monitored. I didn't ask you any questions, so please don't say anything."

"This is the first time you asked. If you ask a second time, you might suffer. You definitely don't want some toys that should be in bed to be used on you!"

Robin nodded indifferently: "I will listen to your superior."

He could see that Guy didn't want to get into any trouble.

Guy's presence here also made Robin realize that this matter could not be resolved by a simple investigation.

When the law cannot give the criminals the punishment they deserve, lynching has its meaning. The Oriental man is right, although the original words were said by Holmes: "When the law cannot bring justice to the parties involved, private revenge is justified and even noble from this moment on."

But Robin didn't care about what was noble or not now, all he wanted to do was end it all.

If Jim agrees to release the person, it means that the other party is definitely able to infiltrate and influence more than just the FBI.

The vehicle kept driving outward for a long time, but there was no sound inside the car.

In a jeep, Hunter said, "The distance to surveillance point No. 3 is not enough. Prepare to move. This group of people is not planning to stop in Los Angeles."

"You've thought of it a long time ago, right?" Jia Yu sat in the co-pilot seat, watching the images sent back by the drone, while in his other hand he held a mobile phone to check the map.

Then Jia Yu's eyes lit up slightly: "Maybe it's not just Los Angeles, they may not even be prepared in California."

"Is that so? But this road, if we leave California, we can only go to Arizona, sir, what do you say?"

"Take over surveillance, we have a platform don't we?"

"clear."

I saw the roof of the jeep slowly open, and then a drone slowly descended from the sky and began to charge itself.

"I like the feeling of spending money on something useful." Hunter patted the steering wheel in front of him. "This feels great. Why doesn't America import this car? We have to buy it from smugglers. The government can obviously make money from tariffs, but now it lets those car dealers make a lot of money."

"Don't worry." Jia Yu didn't care. "The IRS won't let anyone off. For the government, they have to pay this tax anyway, right? You guys keep an eye on it. I'll take a break."

"no problem."

When Jia Yu was woken up again, the FBI car had already stopped.

Jia Yu was holding a tablet, and the screen on it showed that everyone had arrived in the desert, the FBI car had stopped, and they were talking to a group of people.

But your place is a bit run-down.

Jia Yu raised his eyebrows: "What is this place? Are we still in the country? I didn't sleep with you and you took me to Mexico, did you, Hunter?"

Hunter grinned. "Of course it's America. It's a great place. There is no government supervision, no judicial administration, no tax department, and no police. Similarly, there is no water supply, electricity, or even sewerage. Everything here is solved by the people themselves."

"What do you mean? We traveled through time to an Indian reservation from the early 20th century?"

"Don't tell me you're making fun of hell, sir. This is Slab, the last free place in America, and also... a lawless place."

(End of this chapter)