The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 288 The Real Devil (Six Thousand)

Robin had no objection to going to Phoenix.

The battle suit is still in Phoenix, so we have to take it away.

Although it is a bit troublesome to have a hunting team following, with them around, some tasks can be completed by them.

He could care less about the officials' affairs, after all, he had done the same thing before, but...
Those girls will definitely resist. It's okay to arrest them, but it's difficult for Robin to kill the rebels without any psychological burden.

He didn't even want to arrest anyone.

The people in this base are a bunch of inhumane things, but I am not one of them.

Robin did not choose anyone, and this time Bob took the initiative to let him choose because he was probably worried that the previous incident would happen again.

Letting you choose is an attitude.

Finally, Robin led five people to Phoenix.

And in order to avoid trouble, these four people are all white, so as to avoid being surrounded by the people there.

Night fell again in Phoenix, and there were no more black people on the streets.

Normally, the dark elves would appear as night fell, but at this moment, their temperament seemed to have changed.

At this time, Robin and a team member were outside a house.

This is where Mallory lives, he doesn't live with his family.

A hunched-over guy said, "Sir, you don't need me for this, do you?"

"What do you mean?"

The hunting team member said helplessly: "The medicine is quite precious. He is just an ordinary person. There is not even a policeman here. There is no need for us to inject a tube of medicine to deal with an ordinary person, right? You are here, don't we have some other tasks later?"

Although Robin came with five people, there were several people on the list this time, so they were divided into groups of two to carry out the mission.

Robin pursed his lips and said nothing more. He just pulled down his mask and turned on the camera: "Let's do it."

After entering the city, Robin discovered that the outside world only reported on the expulsion of blacks, but did not report on the current situation of blacks in Phoenix.

There was no local media coverage either.

And the mayor who caused all this really deserves to die.

As for why there were cameras, it was obvious that Bob was afraid of losing manpower in Phoenix.

The door was opened silently.

Robin came in with his men.

But as soon as I opened the bedroom door, gunshots were heard.

Robin dodged the bullet by jerking his body to the side, but a voice came from inside: "I don't care who you are, get out of my house!"

Robin didn't waste any time and just broke into the door.

After a few gunshots, there was no more noise. After waiting for a while, Robin came out carrying Mallory.

Mallory didn't faint, and the henchman walked expertly to the bathroom.

Then, the sound of splashing water came from the bathroom.

Mallory was now sitting on the couch, across from him, Robin's gun in his hand.

Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, Mallory grinned and said, "What do you mean? Prepare the bathtub to fill with water and kill me by accidentally electrocuting me?"

"Oh? You know all this?"

Mallory curled his lips in disdain: "Who are you? The FBI?"

Hearing this familiar name, Robin's heart moved: "Are you very prejudiced against the FBI?"

"Prejudice? Not really. Isn't that what the FBI does? But why are they doing it so meticulously this time? Are you really going to make it look like I died in an accident? I thought you were going to shoot me in the back when you came."

Robin calmly replied, "That's not what the FBI does."

"If you put the gun down, I might believe you more."

“I’m not the FBI.”

"That's the NSA, right?"

"Not at all."

"Who are you?" Mallory asked puzzledly, "I know you don't need to lie to someone like me who is about to die."

"You don't need to know."

"That's right." Mallory actually laughed. "You did such a good job. If nothing unexpected happens, there should be more than just the two of you on your list, right?"

Robin said nothing.

"It seems so."

"You can still laugh at this time?"

"Why can't you laugh?" Mallory looked at Robin with a crazy expression: "Do you think killing us will help? Do you think Phoenix will return to its previous state after killing us? No! Don't dream! Did you see the people marching when you came? Did you see the signs they held? Did you see the madness on their faces?"

"I can tell you that even if I die, the riots in Phoenix will continue, and the bill to expel black people will not have any impact, because on this matter, the interests of nearly one million white people in Phoenix are the same! They didn't dare to speak out before, but now they have all stood up!"

"Besides, do you think we are the only ones who want to expel those black people? What about those Latinos and Asians? The black people have robbed them and bullied them a lot!"

Seeing that this guy was talking so much, Robin also said, "You also have conflicts with Latinos and Asians."

"But even so, we are not planning on enacting that kind of bill, right?"

Robin frowned under the mask, then shook his head slightly and said, "You are all crazy."

The mayor just shook his head: "No, we are sober."

"Okay, sober Mayor Mallory." Robin said somewhat dissatisfiedly: "Now that you are sober, how do you feel about losing your life because of this incident?"

"I feel great." The expression on Mallory's face was not fake at all: "Because I know that after I die, countless black people will come to bury me! Believe me, now they are just expelling black people, but if I die, our supporters will die, they will do something more radical! I have seen the scene of black people being thrown on the stake!"

Robin was about to say something, but suddenly realized something: "You don't want to die, you want to negotiate, right?"

Mallory laughed. "Who wants to die when they can live?"

"If you stop your claims and end this." Robin said, "You can still live. As long as you are willing to cooperate, I may be able to help you apply for it."

Mallory laughed even more happily: "Then I really deserve to die!"

Robin looked confused: "Do you hate black people so much, Mallory?"

However, Mallory, who heard this, suddenly roared: "Of course I hate them!"

"They robbed and committed crimes, they smashed stores, they shot at the police who tried to stop the situation from escalating! They also burned white people's houses!"

Fortunately, Robin carefully read the news he had missed in the past few days before coming.

“Isn’t all this caused by the policeman who shot the black man?”

"America is a country ruled by law!" Mallory said with a dark face, "That policeman killed someone, and there are laws to punish him, and at an unprecedented speed!"

"But what did they do? They took to the streets, smashed and looted stores. But until now, we haven't done anything to them, but they did it! They shot at the police! The PPD officers didn't even carry any lethal weapons before that! But these damn bastards opened fire! What qualifications did they have to shoot!"

"But until this moment, I still want to appease these guys."

"I went to their community to give speeches and reason with them, but what did I get in return? I got ridicule and sarcasm!! These bastards actually dared to laugh at me!"

"They never feel like they're in the wrong! We respect anti-discrimination laws and put all kinds of handcuffs on ourselves, but what about these bastards? They don't care about the law at all! They just want to cause trouble!"

"Don't they understand the simple truth that whoever causes trouble should bear the legal consequences? They understand, but they still do it. So... what did I do wrong?"

Mallory chuckled. "I just used their own methods to deal with them. No, not just me, but the white people in Phoenix. I just used their own methods to deal with them. Why can't our methods be accepted? And they still get sympathy?"

Robin was stunned for a long time.

It’s not that he didn’t know how to answer, but he thought it was outrageous.

What he heard from an extreme racial skeptic was not hatred, but the rule of law?

Fuck! What happened to America?
But Robin hit the nail on the head for this sophistry; "So you are resentful because you chose to help them in that situation, but they humiliated you, right?"

Mallory was unconcerned: "There is nothing to be ashamed of. As the mayor, I suffer such treatment, let alone my citizens."

"Would you rather lose your life for this?"

"If I can, I certainly don't want to." Mallory calmed down at this time: "Don't you realize that I did all these things, but there is no bodyguard here?"

Robin nodded, "It's like you were waiting for us to come."

"It's not waiting." Mallory said slowly, "It's a gamble. It's a gamble that someone will come to negotiate with me instead of just shooting me in the back and letting me commit suicide."

"Because I know they must have something they care about. If I use that simple method, Phoenix will only become more chaotic. It's much better for me to die in an accident than to commit suicide. Or, even if I commit suicide, it has to be a real suicide. It would be best if I wrote a suicide note to confess my mistakes or something."

"Don't you know everything?"

"I'm the mayor, not an idiot," Mallory said. "I said, if you kill me, this matter will become completely out of control, but at the same time, this matter has become like this, and it is out of control anyway."

"If I obey public opinion, I will still be the mayor. If I don't, you know that traitors are more hateful than enemies. If I join them, I will have nearly a million extremely loyal supporters. You know what this means, Mr. Killer."

Robin frowned: "Basic?"

"No." Mallory shook his head. "It means I always have a way out. It means that no matter what path I take in the future, as long as it does not violate the interests of these people, I will have my own place to stay. It means that I can say and advocate for things that those cowards dare not advocate at all!"

"Black people, or other minorities, or those damn disgusting compromises of the left. I can be a madman, but I am a madman who can handle a lot of things. I am a Jedi flip card!" Robin was stunned.

Has this person thought about this much?

Mallory continued, "So far, the blacks we have sent out are the most violent group of people in this riot. There are still a large number of blacks in Phoenix. Do you know what this means?"

Robin was no longer talking.

Mallory looked at the camera on Robin's chest and said, "This means that a bigger humanitarian disaster is happening in Phoenix. You can kill me, and I am ready to die. But please understand that killing me will not solve any problems, but will only exacerbate them."

"Finally, I have one more thing to say. If you still want to kill me after hearing this, then I have nothing to say."

"I, Mallory Doug, have interests that are so closely aligned with those of the white people that we will return to the dust, and so deeply bound together that no one but me can now end the disaster that is about to come."

Robin's mouth twitched slightly: "That's not what you told me, right?"

"I thought you guys needed to report, but now that you have this thing with you, it seems like it really saves you a lot of trouble."

Robin asked: "When you say humanitarian disaster, you mean they will attack black people."

"I know them very well." Mallory closed his eyes slightly, as if enjoying it: "I seem to be able to hear the anger in their hearts, I can feel their emotions, they will not attack black people. Instead, they will massacre them!"

"Although I thought you were a lunatic before I came here." Robin said with emotion, "But now I feel that given your mental state, I would be a bit sorry for myself if I didn't cure you and then killed you."

Robin said this and then changed the subject: "You actually want to threaten the government with a massacre? You are a terrorist, right?"

"No." To Robin's surprise, Mallory actually shook his head and said, "I'm not threatening to massacre. I understand what these people care about. I just expelled some black people who led the riots and had criminal records from Phoenix. Of course, more people may be expelled in the future, but this is the choice of our citizens. The most important thing."

"They don't even care about the guys they support committing genocide on the other side of the planet. They're just some black people. Do they really care?"

Mallory narrowed his eyes, like a villain: "My confidence is because I have never been more clear than now that I am the same as the person behind you. Mr. Killer."

Robin ignored him and shouted, "Not yet! You're not going to let him take a hot bath before he dies!"

The hunting team member came out: "We got it, sir."

Robin raised his gun and pointed it at Mallory: "Come on, Mayor Mallory, we will accompany you through these last few steps. Believe me, a heart attack will kill you very quickly. Your pain may only last for a few seconds, but if it is a bullet, you may have to endure several minutes of pain before you die."

Mallory headed for the bathroom.

But he stopped just as he reached the door.

Just as Robin was about to speak, Bob's voice rang out in the headset: "Operation canceled."

Robin's eyes widened, "What!"

If Robin still had a psychological burden before taking action, he would have kept numbing himself by saying that this person deserves to die and that he has to hide his identity to prevent more people from being killed.

But after some communication, Robin felt that this bastard deserved to die!

I would not feel any psychological burden if I killed him myself.

but now.

"Orders from above, Maurice."

"us."

"Morris, you've killed black people too, haven't you?"

Robin suddenly remembered.

Morris appeared beside him and said with great glee: "My dear Agent Robin, you are about to be exposed. Be careful with your words!"

"This guy is too arrogant!" Robin changed the subject and said, "And this is terrorism, right?"

"It's too arrogant, but don't let your personal emotions affect the mission, and don't make random accusations."

Mallory looked at Robin with a smile: "Looks like I don't have to die, right?"

Robin punched the guy in the face, then said, "Let's retreat."

After saying that, Robin added into the headset: "Is it okay if I punch him? This guy shouldn't look at me like that."

"I have no objection." Bob laughed. "I also think he deserves to die, but not because of his ideas, but because of his self-righteous remarks."

"Self-righteous?" Robin's voice was full of sarcasm.

"Well, we all hate to have our other side revealed, don't we? If I were you on a mission, I would beat him up too, and not with one punch, but fortunately, I'm just a messenger."

Robin turned around and walked back. The call would be recorded anyway.

Seeing Robin coming back, Mallory was stunned; "Anything else, Mr. Killer?"

Robin looked around, then walked into the bedroom and took a pillow and handed it to Mallory: "Here."

Mallory picked up the pillow with a confused look on his face: "This is."

Robin kicked the pillow, and the mayor flew backwards and hit the wall behind him.

"If you speak to me in that tone again, I will beat you up every time I see you!"

Mallory lay on the ground grimacing. After finally relieving some of the pain, he stood up, but Robin was no longer there.

Mallory felt very aggrieved at this time.

"How the hell do I know what you look like, you bastard!!"

When the hunting team returned completely, Robin realized that Mallory talked too much nonsense and not everyone had the same interest as him.

Of the three teams, the other two teams have completed their missions.

The PPD chief committed suicide at home, as did the sheriff who led the shooting. They both left behind suicide notes.

"Bob, in this case, what if that guy doesn't solve this matter tomorrow?"

"It's simple." Bob said calmly; "Just kill him again. The reason he can live is that he must have this ability."

"I think there's nothing wrong with what he said. Given the current situation in Phoenix, unless we get nearly a million people to give up their ideas, Mallory will still be the next to take office."

"Of course I know, but according to them, it has to be an obedient Mallory."

Robin said nothing more.

After arranging people to keep an eye on the second mission target, Robin took the initiative to cut off all contact, giving Bob the excuse that he also wanted to join in the carnival.

Bob did not refuse this. In fact, Robin's certain autonomy was a condition he had agreed to long ago.

Robin returned to his rental house, took out the key from under the carpet and opened the door. He looked at the dust in the house and the mechanisms he left behind, proving that no one had been here since he left.

Robin walked to the bathroom, opened the ceiling, and took out his armor and a bottle of potion that Jia Yu had given him.

To be honest, he is very disappointed now.

Morris appeared beside him and said, "Why? Are these people's craziness beyond your imagination?"

"I'm from the FBI," Robin said. "I thought I knew this country well enough."

Morris laughed: "You are just an FBI Robin. What makes you think you know this country?"

Seeing that Robin didn't say anything, Morris said, "If you want to change, become stronger, Robin. Only by becoming stronger can you..."

"No matter how strong I become, can I withstand anti-material armor-piercing shells or avoid being killed by cluster bombs?"

"Uh" Morris seemed to have a lot of words stuck in his throat.

Robin shook his head: "They really follow through on their ideas. This matter is not that simple, right?"

"I think so too." Morris encouraged from the side: "So, we need to know more about them, such as those women. Only the leader needs to be alive. How about killing all the others? This way we can..."

"We already have potions, don't we?" Robin said as he began to change into his battle suit.

Morris was confused: "What are you going to do Robin? If you want to be a superhero now, you will die of exhaustion in Phoenix tonight."

Robin simply said: "I still have to do some things that I should do. There are some things that can only be done by wearing this suit, and can only be done well by wearing it."

"Oh, I don't like this."

As Morris wailed, Robin put on his helmet.

Just as he put on his helmet, he discovered that Morris had disappeared.

After just a moment of hesitation, Robin looked at the potion in his hand and then left.

Those women should have come to this city by now, right?

Inside the base, Bob nodded slightly: "So it's decided, General?"

"Yes." Berrick said, "The Council of Elders has agreed. Mallory's affairs are not our business. Those politicians are interested in him. We care about the people in this city."

"so."

"Support that guy first." Bolick said, "Later, our laboratory will appear in this city. There are so many high-quality test subjects here. The incident in San Diego has caused dissatisfaction among the Navy and the FBI. Now many people have to be released. As for Luke Air Force Base, they have lost a large number of instructors. For the time being, the Air Force does not want us to touch them."

"But isn't it normal for some people to go missing and die in the Phoenix riots this time?"

Bob laughed; "And those who were expelled."

"Don't move them too much. Just find some that don't have a sense of presence." Bolick reminded; "After all, the whole country is watching them."

"Yes, General." Bob smiled; "The whole city can be our testing ground. It sounds good."

(End of this chapter)