The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 294: Different Choices
"I didn't expect that I would return to Phoenix so soon." Xiunuo looked at the familiar buildings around him with some emotion.

Jia Yu did provide Xiunuo with a completely new idea.

And now that he can fly, Xiunuo can move much more conveniently.

Patch has already arrived in Arizona. He and Jia Yu have discussed the specific steps to take. Xiunuo has been refining the weapon.

It is not a simple magic weapon. Even if Xiunuo has reached the Nascent Soul stage now, he can only refine it by relying on the objects on his body.

So now everything that Xiunuo refines, including Robin's stuff, is an extension of his own power.

It has the same effect as the demon species.

Although he is in the stage of forming a pill now and is still a long way from ascending to immortality, some of his belongings are already treasures to mortals.

Xiu Nuo used hair, broken nails, and blood as materials to refine three treasures.

They are a ruby ​​ring, a bracelet, and a necklace.

After forming the elixir, Xiunuo could do many more things.

As for why we chose Phoenix City, there is no other way. The conflicts here are big enough. At the same time, the people here have demonic energy. After all, this is the first experiment, so choosing here is a guarantee.

Xiunuo threw these three things out of the air. As for who can get them, it depends on fate.

Sweet Stan, ever since he met the Hoodie Man that night, he had been full of hope for this city.

but now
Sweet returned home and sat in front of the computer, looking at the poster of Sweatshirt Man in the house, his mind full of doubts.

He said he would fix it.

Sweet has believed this for the past three months, but.
The scene he expected, where the hoodie man hung the mayor on the street lamp, did not appear at all.

But Sweet knew he shouldn't say anything more.

Because of my father.

His father and mother had vested interests in this absurd and outrageous movement.

His family conditions are good, even quite good, otherwise Sweet wouldn't have the money to buy these peripheral products of Sweatshirt Man.

His father had given several media interviews since the Phoenix incident, and Sweet had seen those damn interviews. He was actually a little angry when his father said that the city was very tolerant.

The man didn't even bother to ask his son if he was doing well in school.

But Sweet didn't know how to say this at all, because he still needed pocket money from his parents, and this money was obtained by betraying the interests of black people.

That group of white people uses this method to divide black people, to shut up those outside who don't know the truth, and to whitewash their own racist behavior.

But many black people don't understand this. At this time, Sweet also knows why so many black people do not have a good education.

If black people become more educated, they will start thinking about unrealistic things, just like me.

Just as Sweet was about to go to bed, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something on the windowsill.

He walked over and was stunned when he saw it was a bracelet.

A gift from parents?

Isn't that right? Why is there no box?
After thinking about it, Sweet picked up the thing. The moment he got it, he had an urge to wear it on his wrist.

For a young student, this impulse is hard to suppress. If you have to describe it, just look at ipx-8** and you will understand.

So not surprisingly, Sweet put on the bracelet.

The moment he put it on, Sweet felt as if something was burning inside his body. He hurriedly tried to take it off, but
But he didn't have that ability, so he just rolled his eyes and fainted.

At this time, Xiunuo, who was playing games in a hotel, was moved: "We have the first user so soon? In that case, I'll give you a benefit."

Xiu Nuo said this while drawing with his fingers in the air. Then, several ghosts flew out from his side. However, these ghosts were very broken. Now they had gathered together and flew out with a demonic aura.

Xiunuo played games just to find something to entertain himself. As for going out to find something to entertain himself, given the current situation in Phoenix City, if he went, it would be considered a great mercy if he didn't practice a few skills with his current cultivation level.

After all, what Xiong En said was right about one thing: what is the purpose of becoming stronger?
At least for the demon cultivators, one reason is to survive, and the other is to do whatever they want.

The next day, Sweet slowly woke up.

Just when he thought last night was a dream, he saw something on his wrist.

He wanted to take it off, but failed after several attempts.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Sweet felt that he might have to go to the hospital to have it removed.

He stood up and walked outside, but as soon as he took a step, he bumped his head against the door with a bang.

"Sweet." The mother's voice came from downstairs: "What are you doing!"

"Nothing," Sweet yelled, "Nothing, I. I fell down."

"Are you alright?"

"No, no, I'm fine, but my door seems to be in trouble."

"Just ask your dad to fix it later. You're almost late for school, come down for dinner."

"Okay." Sweet looked at the door in front of him in disbelief.

He reached out and carefully grasped the handle, then walked gently outside, looking at the stairs in front of him and took a step forward.

The next moment, he found that he had stepped on empty air, because he came to the middle of the stairs, and then rolled down the stairs with a clang.

The mother ran over and saw Sweet's condition and said, "Oh my God, what happened?"

Sweet couldn't hide his excitement and explained, "My legs were a little weak and I accidentally fell down."

The mother helped him up, then looked at Sweet with complicated eyes, and then said: "Forget it, Sweet, you are already grown up, and you should learn to control some things."

"Ah?" Sweet was a little confused.

"Okay." Mother said, "Let's eat first."

Sweet nodded, trying to control his body, while his mother took the food and went out, saying casually, "Remember to go to school quickly after eating."

"Ok."

After his mother left, Sweet did not go to school, but began to familiarize himself with the power within himself.

He looked at his wrist, his eyes full of excitement: "Is it you? It's you who brought me the power?"

On a street corner in Phoenix, a man collapsed in an underground passage in disbelief.

In front of him, a homeless man quickly took what he wanted from him and then ran away like the wind. The white man was thin and small, but the guy lying on the ground was tall and strong.

After reaching a corner, the white man began to look through the things in his hands. He didn't know the price of his cell phone and watch, but it didn't matter, as there were black markets that would buy these things anyway. He was excited about the things in his wallet, as there was at least one thousand dollars in it.

In addition, there was also the driver's license of the unlucky guy. Although this thing could be sold for some money in Blackrock Mountain, he had just killed someone, so after taking the money, he was going to throw away the wallet.

At this moment, a voice sounded: "Oh, Hart, you got rich again today, right?"

Hart looked up and saw two people who appeared at the entrance of the alley at some point. These two guys were street thugs who were looked down upon by ordinary people, but for a homeless man like him, he didn't want to mess with them at all.

Hart did the same. He put his wallet and cell phone on the ground, then walked out with his head down.

But just as he reached the door, he was stopped by two thugs.

"Did you think we didn't see it?" A thug grinned and said, "Hand over the money, or we will have to send you to the police station, Hart."

Hart looked up at them and said, "Get out of the way."

When the two men saw Hart's eyes, they took a step back as if they had seen something horrible.

But it was obvious that both parties knew each other and they were used to bullying each other.

So, after the panic came anger, and one of the gangsters growled, "You're looking for death!"

As he said this he kicked him.

However, Hart's body did not move at all.

The gangsters looked at Hart in horror, because in their eyes, Hart's blood vessels were bulging all over his body, and these blood vessels were glowing as if they were equipped with LED lights.

Another thug saw this and turned around to run, but was dragged back after a scream.

After a while, Hart walked out of the alley with a satisfied look on his face. He touched the ruby ​​ring on his hand and grinned, "This feels so good!!"

Not long after he left, an alarm sounded here.

The scene was cordoned off.

Several policemen looked at the situation in the alley, their expressions clearly showing repressed emotions.

Finally, a policeman couldn't help but run out and vomited. This thing is contagious, and several policemen ran out.

There were two corpses in the box, their bodies were almost torn apart, and the inside was bloody, with body parts and blood everywhere.

Sweet spent the whole morning adapting and was finally able to control his current body temporarily. Although he didn't know where the bracelet came from,
Isn’t that cool!

It’s like this in comics!
Am I the chosen one?
Yes, there are superheroes like Hoodie Man, he must have gained the power suddenly.

Or did Hoodie Man not leave Phoenix and give this thing to me specifically?

But no matter what, Sweet felt that he must be shouldering some mission that he didn't know about.

As he walked into the school, Sweet seemed to sense something and suddenly raised his hand to catch a basketball. Suddenly, a burst of booing sounded not far away.

"Hey," a white boy yelled, "Give me the ball, nigger."

Look, this is Phoenix now.

This kind of words, which are taboo in other places, have become so common in Phoenix schools.

Sweet looked at the basketball in his hand, then raised his hand and threw it back.

The ball flew so fast that the white man had only raised his hand halfway when the basketball hit him.

The huge impact force knocked him down to the ground.

The noises around suddenly got louder, and someone even shouted, "Rod, did you play with that thing too much last night? Why are you like a weakling now?"

A feeling of anger rose from Rhodes' heart. Phoenix did not start to take the black issue seriously because of that incident and the outside world's doubts.

Rather, over time, what started as protests has turned into what is now almost absolute discrimination.

They used to discriminate in their hearts, and now they do the same with their words.

At this moment, Rhodes felt that he had lost all his face.

He stood up angrily and walked towards Sweet, rolling up his sleeves as he walked: "You're finished, Sweet!"

Faced with the impending school bullying, there were cheers all around.

It was obvious that this was a show they enjoyed watching, and it was definitely not the first time.

Even what Rhodes did just now was intentional.

Sweet just felt that this guy was so slow. When he punched him in the face, Sweet just raised his hand and clenched his fist.

There was an exclamation from all around.

Sweet just looked at Rod: "Don't be like this Rod, I didn't mean it."

But Rhodes, with his fist clenched, had no idea of ​​the seriousness of the matter. In fact, if people were aware of the seriousness of the matter, school bullying would not be so common among young people.

So, Rhodes also punched with his other hand.

But this time, he was stopped by Sweet.

At the same time, Sweet pushed forward: "I didn't mean to cause you any trouble, Rod, really."

This time Sweet controlled the force and Rhodes was only pushed back a few steps.

The boos and jeers from the people around him made Rhodes feel even more embarrassed.

"You're looking for a dead nigger!" Rhodes rushed up desperately and hugged Sweet.

But the next moment, Sweet exerted force and pressed Rod to the ground.

There were already exclamations all around.

Sweet pushed Rod to the ground and said, "I didn't mean to cause trouble. I just gave the ball back to you and you didn't catch it. I don't want to cause trouble either. I hope you are Rod too. Can I go to class now?"

Sweet said as he punched the ground next to his head, imitating the movies.

Seeing his fist almost embedded in the ground, Rhodes calmed down.

Sweet nodded with satisfaction: "Have a nice day."

Having said that, he went to class.

Sweet thought, today is a really beautiful day.

"He wanted to hit me and I was defending myself!" Sweet, a black man, tried his best to defend himself with a red face.

It should have been a great day, but it was completely ruined after being called to the principal's office and seeing his father.

He doesn't understand and doesn't comprehend.

"Shut up, Sweet!" Next to him, his father was apologizing to the principal. "Sweet has always been a very good kid, principal. You know that. His grades are also very good."

The headmistress raised the legs of her glasses with two fingers and said, "This is not a reason for him to bully his classmates. Do you know what your child did, Mr. Stan? He pushed his classmate to the ground in front of a group of students. Do you know how much psychological and physical damage this will cause to that child?"

His father was still saying nice things and admitting his mistake: "We are willing to pay the money, really, this was definitely an accident. I will definitely teach Sweet a lesson when I go back."

The female principal shook her head and said, "This is not something that can be solved with money, Mr. Stan. You know, the black people who stay in Phoenix are all elites. I have also seen you on TV, but you have to know that your child's behavior is undermining everything you said. He is simply ruining the reputation of the black community!"

Sweet's eyes widened. "Can't you see how Rod bullies me? The school has surveillance cameras. Just three days ago, he dumped food on my head in the cafeteria! He spilled coffee on me, and he knocked me down from behind when I was walking! Did the school intervene? No, because he's white and I'm black, right?"

After hearing this, the principal's face became a little frightened. Just when Sweet thought that the principal was still a human being, the principal spoke.

"Oh my God, I didn't expect Sweet to have such a strong opinion of white people. Mr. Stan, listen to what a horrible speech. Everything today was a revenge planned by him, right? Oh, I didn't expect there would be such a horrible student in our school."

Sweet's eyes widened: "Is this my problem?"

"I think Sweet has to go home and calm down." The principal patted his chest nervously and leaned back: "You really need to educate him. If you don't want the school's bullying committee to intervene, you know the consequences."

Stan's face changed, and he looked at Sweet: "Apologize! Kid, apologize now!"

Sweet looked at his father in shock: "I didn't do anything wrong! I'm the one who was bullied and discriminated against!"

At this moment, Sweet only felt the bracelet on his wrist slightly hot, and an extremely angry emotion rose from his heart. He really wanted to kill all these people now!

"Wait a moment, I want to talk to him alone." Stan said and dragged Sweet out.

"Why." Sweet looked at his father with tears in his eyes: "Why did you do this to me?"

"Kid, I know you feel wronged." Stan said, "But we can't do that, okay? If you are treated as a criminal, you will be driven out of Phoenix. We will also apologize, okay? Maybe Rhodes is a jerk, but such jerk are a minority after all."

"I'm not a child anymore." Sweet shook his head and said, "There are people like Rod all over the streets of Phoenix!"

"Then you have to apologize too!"

"Can't we just leave this place?"

Stan was silent for a moment, then said, "Kid, you'll understand later. Now, listen to me, okay?"

"Apologize, huh?"

"Yes."

Sweet opened his mouth several times, then looked at his father: "Mr. Stan, you are a disgrace to black people!"

Having said that, Sweet turned around and ran out.

Sweet ran home feeling extremely depressed. Why did Phoenix become like this?
Even though I had been bullied before, the school at least pretended not to see it.

Now they don't even allow themselves to fight back.

"Kill them!" A voice appeared in Sweet's mind.

"Who?" Sweet was startled and looked around.

"Killing them can solve many problems." The voice appeared again. This time, Sweet heard it clearly. It seemed to be the voice of Sweatshirt Man.

Sweet's eyes briefly lost focus, but he shook his head after a moment: "No, black people are not like that. We are not like that. Sweater Man also said that sometimes killing a person will only lead to bigger problems."

The bracelet on his wrist, which was flickering slightly, dimmed.

Sweet walked back to his home, but for some reason, he felt more and more irritated as he sat there, and the thought of killing all those people came to his mind again.

I am so powerful now, who would know if I killed them? But just when Sweet was about to lose control of himself, there was a knock on the door.

Seeing his father coming in, Swete went too far.

"It's resolved, kid." Stan said, "I found some friends and they helped me resolve it, but don't do it again in the future, okay?"

"Friend?" Sweet said sarcastically, "Your master, right?"

Mr. Stan's face turned ugly. He thought for a moment, then squatted down and looked at Sweet. "Listen to me, kid. I can leave Phoenix, but please believe me, after we leave, our lives will be much worse than they are now! I don't want us to go back to that damn slum. Your mother and I gave birth to you, so we have to be responsible for you. That's something those guys can't understand at all."

"Maybe we need to be patient now, but believe me, when you go to college, I can get you a letter of recommendation that will send you to a well-ranked school! For this, can you be patient for a while?"

"Don't I know they are discriminating against black people? Don't I understand why the principal is so rude? I know the kids, but this is life. All we can do is face it with all we have."

"You know your mother's situation. You are our only child, and we just want to give you all our love. Maybe this will make you feel wronged in the past two years, but your life will be smooth sailing in the future.

If you want to change something, we will support you after you go to college and leave Phoenix! We will move away from here and tell people outside what the people here did to us! But now, if we go somewhere else."

"Kid, you will never be able to go to those good universities in your life."

Sweet looked at the tears flashing in his father's eyes, and the anger in his heart disappeared at this moment.

Sweet was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll go and apologize."

"Thank you, kid, thank you." Stan reached out and hugged Sweet: "You have learned to face the problem."

The next day, Sweet was walking towards school. He saw a figure in front of him and quickly ran up to him. "Hey, Burou! Why didn't I see you at school yesterday? Oh, you're wearing a necklace. Are you really going to be a rapper?"

This is his good brother, Shulman.

Shulman looked back at Sweet, then smiled and suddenly said, "Sweet, can you not go to school today?"

(End of this chapter)