The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 276: Who is he?

In the Phoenix Five Star Hotel, Patch and Hunter looked at each other.

Xiu Nuo walked in from outside and looked at Jia Yu who was sitting on the sofa: "How long have they been like this?"

"About half an hour." Jia Yu said, "We spent the first half an hour swearing at each other."

Patch snorted, "If the boss hadn't told me not to beat you up, Hunter, your head would have exploded by now!"

"Ha, Patch, you're so bold, all the words you said are my fucking words!"

Patch looked at Jia Yu: "Jia, you are also a minority! Shouldn't you speak up for that poor black homeless man?"

Jia Yu said calmly: "I am an international student. I have my own passport and my country's protection. What does your American affairs have to do with me?"

"Aren't you afraid of being shot in the head while walking down the street and the police completely ignoring it?"

"I was scared ten years ago, but it's okay now." Jia Yu shrugged indifferently: "However, one time when I was on a shopping street in Pasadena, the police stopped people and checked their IDs and passports one by one. When they found out that I was an international student, they let me go."

Patch's eyes widened: "Why!"

Hunter sneered, "Because they don't do illegal things, Patch! These foreign students from the University of Tokyo either cook hot pot or eat dumplings when they have a party! They don't have contraband flying around like you do."

"That's a stereotype," Jia Yu said calmly, "In the final analysis, it's because they don't have money. Those second-generation rich students also spend a lot of money."

Hunter sneered, "While the white people were lining up and carrying contraband, the black people were still on the plantations! Why don't you take care of yourselves?"

Then, Patch looked at Xiunuo and said, "Boss, you too."

Xiu Nuo waved his hand and said, "Don't bother talking to me. I'm just an illegal immigrant. When America can solve the problem of illegal immigrants, come back to me."

Patch was stunned. He almost forgot Xiunuo's identity.

Damn, an illegal immigrant is about to take over Los Angeles!

"Are you really not going to get a green card, boss?"

"What's the benefit?" Xiu Nuo asked back, "You, an orthodox American black flag, wandering on the street. Hunter, an old American white man, a veteran, wandering on the street. I, an illegal immigrant, am not wandering. I won't be wandering on the street when I get a green card, right?"

Hunter opened his mouth, then sighed, "I don't know how to refute that."

"It's all because of these white people." Patch snorted. "When a black man was president, there weren't so many homeless people on the streets! There were still pretty girls in TV and movies!"

Hunter was silent for a moment, then said, "In view of your last sentence, I will let you go, Patch."

Patch immediately became dissatisfied: "Boss, are you really not going to take care of this increasingly out-of-control bodyguard?"

"Then you will pay his salary?"

"You thought I was farting just now."

After Patch finished speaking, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fortunately, the black brothers in Phoenix are united enough!"

"Yeah." Hunter said, "It's great that they are united. It's obviously PPD who caused the trouble, but they don't dare to attack PPD. They just dare to follow California's zero-dollar shopping."

Patch stood up angrily, "Damn it! I can't stay with you anymore!"

With that, Patch walked outside.

Jia Yu asked, "Where are you going, Pachi? It's not safe outside."

"I'm going to help my black brothers!"

"If you need something, why don't you just buy it?"

"Damn it! Jia! I'm going to support them! They need me as a hero in Los Angeles!"

Patch said and walked out.

Hunter also stood up and walked out.

Jia Yu looked at him and asked, "What are you doing now?"

"Don't I have to protect his safety?" Hunter said helplessly, "I don't want to give up my $20,000 monthly salary."

Then Hunter walked out as well.

Jia Yu looked at Xiu Nuo and said, "Boss, are you sure Hunter won't be beaten to death by the blacks if he follows Patch into their group?"

Xiunuo spread his hands: "He has a gun."

"That makes sense. I believe those niggers would calm down when they see a white man with a gun and not wearing a police uniform."

Xiu Nuo also stood up and said, "Let's go, there will be another good show tonight."

Night falls.

Jeff and his partner received a call and drove to where the caller was.

The partner was half lying on the passenger seat at this time and said, "Finally we don't have to worry about the riot. Why did the bureau let that guy go? In the end, we are the ones who suffered."

"Who knows." Jeff, who was driving, said dissatisfiedly: "If you ask me, those protesters are tired of living. There are only a few black people in Phoenix. If they are shot a few times, they will behave themselves."

The partner was a little surprised: "Jeff, what's wrong with you?"

"Huh? What?"

"Didn't you notice?" the partner asked doubtfully, "Since you came back from the police call that night, you seem to have become a little irritable?"

"Really? Why don't I feel anything? We have always been like this."

"Is that so?" The partner looked at Jeff suspiciously.

In fact, during the law enforcement process over the past two days, he discovered that something was wrong with Jeff and he was more irritable than usual.

But he also knew that now was not the time to talk about this, and he only did this to black people anyway.

Moreover, he was the last one to enter the alley and saw the tragic situation there. It was obvious that the person was not an ordinary person. This was a big case, but in the end, the case was over.

The director personally ordered that no investigation was allowed, and the people who survived that day disappeared along with their bodies.

Jeff had boasted that night that he was going to become sheriff soon. Now that this case was lost, his dream of becoming sheriff was shattered. He was probably in a bad mood because of this.

Soon, the two arrived at the house of the person who called the police. They turned on the law enforcement recorder, got out of the car, checked the surroundings before walking towards the house in front of them.

This is a simple housing area, that is, a civilian area, and the value of the entire simple house may be less than 70,000 US dollars.

As they knocked on the door, it opened and a black woman appeared in front of them.

Jeff looked at the woman and said, "Excuse me ma'am, are you the one who called the police?"

"It's me, Mr. Officer."

"How can we help you?"

The woman had some worry on her face: "I heard strange noises around my room. I'm scared. I need the police's help."

Jeff looked at his partner, who shook his head.

Jeff then said, "We just looked around and didn't find anything unusual. Is there anything else you need our help with?"

The black woman shook her head: "No, well, I don't know either, but I... I don't know either, I'm alone. But I just heard some noises."

Jeff was a little dissatisfied, but still said: "We have just checked, there is nothing unusual around."

"Oh, well, thank you, officer. I mean, I appreciate you coming."

Jeff noticed that the woman was talking incoherently, so he asked, "Are you on drugs?"

The woman shook her head: "No, I didn't take drugs, but I had some illnesses and took some medicine."

Jeff nodded slightly. He was too lazy to pay attention to the black woman. His flashlight swept over an SUV and Jeff asked, "Is that your car, ma'am?"

The woman shook her head. “No, it’s not mine.”

"Then why did he park next to your house?"

"I do not know why either."

Jeff frowned, and when he was about to leave, he said, "We need to go into the house to check. Can I?"

"Oh, of course." The woman stepped aside to let the two policemen in.

The two entered the house. It was a simple room with a living room connected to the kitchen, a bedroom and a utility room, a standard simple house layout.

Jeff glanced at his partner, who started checking with a flashlight, while Jeff looked at the woman and asked, "Do you have any ID you can show me? An ID or a driver's license will do."

The woman picked up her bag: "Okay, I'll look for it."

"What's your name?" Jeff asked casually.

"Mr. Officer Jessica."

"Okay, Miss Jessica." As Jeff spoke, his partner came back and shook his head.

Indicates that there is nothing unusual about this house.

And Jessica was still rummaging through her bag.

Jeff said, "Identification or driver's license will do, Jessica."

Jessica said as she rummaged through her bag: “I know, I’m looking for paper documents for you.”

Jeff and his partner both laughed, "No need to be so formal, Miss Jessica. Do you have a driver's license? We just need to know who you are."

"I know. I'm looking for you, Officer."

At this time, the partner saw a pot of water boiling in the kitchen in the living room.

He said, “Jessica, are you boiling water?”

"Yes, officer."

Jeff said, "Let's turn it off first. It's quite dangerous."

"Oh well."

Jessica got up and walked inside, then turned off the gas, then walked to the sink carrying the pot of boiling water.

Jeff was still laughing: "Is this woman really not taking drugs?"

After seeing Jessica pouring the water, Jeff was a little surprised: "Hey, are you going to pour it out? It's just boiling."

Jessica held the water pot and asked in confusion, "Are you accusing me of wasting water?"

Jeff instinctively replied, "Yes."

The partner was still looking around, while Jessica was holding the pot. After hearing this, she said, "Then I condemn you in the name of Jesus."

The partner smiled when he heard this, but Jeff suddenly became anxious for some reason: "You'd better put down the damn pot! Otherwise I'll shoot you in the face!" The partner was stunned, but saw that Jeff had already pulled out a gun. He instinctively followed suit, and Jeff was still shouting: "Put down the pot! Put down the damn pot!"

Jessica was so scared that she quickly squatted down, shouting: "OK, OK."

But Jeff was still yelling, “Put down the damn pot!”

After Jessica squatted down, she stood up slightly holding the pot and wanted to take a look at Jeff, but the next moment, gunshots rang out!

The partner was stunned because Jessica had been shot in the head and was lying on the ground.

The scene quickly fell into silence.

The partner took a long time to react before saying, "I'll go get the first aid kit."

But Jeff suddenly laughed out loud: "Don't take it. She was shot in the head and is dead. Of course, you can take it, but it's a headshot."

The partner was so numb that all he could say was: “Fuck!! Fuck!!”

Jeff said, "She was just about to throw boiling water at me. Did you see that?"

The partners were silent.

Finally just asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Jeff said. "How about you? Are you okay?"

Not far away, Jia Yu looked at Xiu Nuo in shock: "Boss, can you tell me what happened just now?"

Xiunuo was silent for a long time, then he said: "This is a bit beyond my understanding. I remember we came to see the Simpson, right?"

"It seems so. But what did we just see?"

"Racial discrimination?" Xiu Nuo said uncertainly: "I think so?"

"He was affected by the evil spirit, right?"

Xiunuo nodded.

Two police officers have walked out of the room, and a figure has rushed out from the shadows!

Before the two policemen could draw their guns, the figure suddenly knocked Jeff and his partner over, then walked away.

"Let's go." Xiunuo hooked his hand and the two of them disappeared.

When he appeared again, he found that Simpson had already gone into a building with two police officers' body cameras.

Jia Yu looked at the sign over there and said, "This guy ran halfway across the city just to hand over this recorder to a black rights organization?"

Xiu Nuo raised his eyebrows and said, "He is quite perceptive. I thought he would kill the policeman, but now it seems that this is not what he wants."

"Why didn't I understand, boss?"

"You already know the situation of those black people. He used to hunt the prey himself, but now he has found that stronger prey can strengthen himself, so... this guy is starting a riot."

Jia Yu pushed his glasses and said, "If everyone is like that policeman, then they deserve the riot. If this incident is reported, then the PPD's clarification that the deaths of the five black people had nothing to do with white people will become bullshit."

Xiunuo's ears suddenly moved and he said, "An old friend is here."

Jia Yu was stunned: "Robin? He's in Phoenix too?"

Xiu Nuo laughed and said, "This guy is addicted to playing Morris."

In fact, what Xiunuo thought was correct.

After a few days of bleeding and eating, Simpson discovered that he could gain greater power by killing those crazy guys.

For example, there were some guys who were the most violent and even almost beat a white store owner to death.

Simpson got much more power by killing him than he did by taking advantage of the situation to kill someone else.

He was originally curious about why two policemen came to this place, and one of them smelled like delicious food.

But what happened next was beyond even Simpson's understanding.

If you want to kill, just kill. Why so much nonsense?
However, this also allowed Simpson to instantly see a broader future.

This is why he is doing this now.

Simpson was satisfied and confident. He only needed to wait for two more days until Phoenix was in chaos. Once his hunt began,
If I face that hoodie man again, I am confident that I can defeat him!
As long as he is no longer a threat, given my current situation, I will soon become the king of the American night!
But immediately, Simpson's nose moved and his face suddenly changed.

He suddenly looked towards one place.

Three cars stopped not far from him, and the people who got out of the cars made Simpson's pupils shrink suddenly.

"Maurice." Simpson almost growled the name.

Robin looked at Simpson and waved expressionlessly.

The people around him immediately pulled out their guns and the net fell from the sky again.

Simpson discovered that Morris was not wearing armor at this time, which instantly boosted his confidence.

"I won't give you another chance, Morris!" Simpson retreated instead of advancing and rushed towards Robin.

Jia Yu, who was watching this scene on the roof, nodded slightly: "This guy has joined the game again. He is indeed a bit addicted."

Xiu Nuo narrowed his eyes and smiled, "It's still a little different from before."

"What boss?"

"Nothing, just wait and see. I'm actually curious about what Robin will become."

Under Jia Yu's puzzled eyes, Simpson had already rushed to the closer point. Perhaps it was because Simpson had become stronger in the past few days, or perhaps it was because Simpson was stimulated by Robin's feast.

This time he had no intention of retreating. Two third-phase players who tried to stop Simpson were killed by him in an instant.

Robin pulled out his baton directly from his waist, but in the blink of an eye, the other three third-phase warriors also lost their combat effectiveness, and he and Simpson met again.

After several exchanges, Simpson suddenly pulled something out of Robin's chest.

After seeing that it was a camera, Simpson curled his lips in disdain: "I was wondering why you were with Phase 3."

As he said that, Simpson crushed the camera and rushed towards Robin like a mountain.

Robin parried and backed away.

But Simpson became more and more excited as the fight went on: "You haven't changed at all, Morris! Where's your equipment? Who gave you the confidence to come to me without any equipment?"

Next to Robin, Morris said, "This guy has become more powerful than before. The ambush point is a bit far away, Robin, can you handle it?"

Robin tried to parry frequently, but Simpson's hands had already torn his body into several wounds and he was also kicked hard.

"You are no match for him without that outfit, not to mention he's even stronger now." Morris said from the side, "Let me do it, Robin. Let me do it, or I guarantee you'll be killed by this guy before you even reach the ambush point."

Robin didn't say a word. After taking another attack, he turned around and ran away.

Simpson laughed, "You can't run away, Morris!"

Simpson rushed over, but the next moment, he saw Robin pull out a gun.

The gun fired, and a pungent smell went straight into his nostrils!

It's not a gun, it's a fucking pepper launcher!
"Oh, you damn bitch!" Simpson slapped his face and cursed, "I despise you more and more!"

However, after adapting, Simpson immediately caught up.

After catching up with Robin, he kicked Robin directly in the lower back!

Robin rolled on the ground for several times, and when he stood up, Simpson had already pounced on him again.
After parrying twice, Robin suffered several more wounds on his body.

Morris squatted on the side of the road and shouted to Robin, "We're here, but they didn't make a move. Robin, if you don't want to die, let me do it."

Seeing that Robin didn't answer, Morris continued, "Haven't you figured it out yet? That Arthur is using you to test this guy. That idiot doesn't know how strong Simpson is, but we know that by the time he feels he can strike, you'll be dead."

"Think about your teammate Robin and how they died. Do you really want to die again without revenge? There will be no Orientals to save you this time."

Robin's heart was shocked when he heard this, and then he growled, "Come here!"

Bang!
Simpson stabbed with a dagger: "Die, Maurice!"

But to Simpson's surprise, the dagger pierced through Robin's palm and stopped.

He looked at Robin in surprise, but found that this guy didn't care about his pierced palm at all. He just grinned and said, "Sergeant Simpson, what did you call me?"

Simpson immediately realized something was wrong, but the next moment Robin suddenly pulled his hand away, then grabbed Simpson's hand holding the dagger, and then broke it suddenly!
Along with the click, Robin's somewhat crazy voice said, "You should call me sir!"

Simpson quickly broke free, he stepped back, and looked at Robin in shock: "Who are you?"

Robin chuckled and said, "I'm Morris. Have you forgotten me, Simpson?"

Simpson took a deep breath and said, "You got the injection too, right?"

"Of course, it feels great." Robin tilted his head: "You smell good, Simpson."

Simpson chuckled and said, "You got the injection. Good, good, great!"

As he spoke, Simpson's eyes turned bloodshot and he rushed to Robin's side in an instant.

The two men fought with fists and feet, and it was evenly matched for a while.

"It seems..." Jia Yu, who was sensing everything on the battlefield through Xiunuo's consciousness, frowned: "He is not Robin, boss..."

"His helper is here." Xiu Nuo didn't answer, but just said something inexplicably.

The next moment, several figures rushed out from the side. Arthur's expression was solemn: "Catch him! Break his legs first!"

The moment they appeared, Robin kicked Simpson away.

Then he pulled away, leaving Arthur and his hunting party to face Simpson alone.

But after several meetings, the hunting team injected with the potion did not last longer than the third-phase warriors.

Arthur saw that there were only two of his team members left, and growled, "Maurice! What are you doing! Come and help!"

"I'm injured, bandage it up." Robin crossed his arms and watched the scene, smiling; "It's just like you just now, isn't it? Come on, Arthur, you are the perfect experimental subject of the fourth phase."

As he spoke, Robin waved his hand, and the third-phase warriors hiding here also rushed out.

the other side.

"They are no match for Simpson." Jia Yu said as he watched the scene; "What is his purpose in doing this? He brought the third and fourth phase experimental subjects with him, and he should have found another base, so he is increasing his own value, right?"

At this point, Jia Yu looked at Xiu Nuo: "He is definitely not Robin, I am sure of it, boss, who is he?"

Xiunuo said slowly: "He is Robin."

(End of this chapter)