The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 342 The ratings are crazy

There is a place in San Francisco that is brightly lit at night.

That is the main street Dakeng, located one kilometer away from Wells Fargo Bank.

The area is now surrounded by police lines, and there are still some people gathered outside, but there are far fewer people than during the day.

The first group of people who entered the bank vault have now been invited back by various TV stations to do shows.

Those who had videos showed them, and those who had photos showed them.

Of course, there are also people who have nothing but are bragging.

For example, there was a guy who shouted that he was the first one to enter, and he saw a lot of US dollars scattered on the ground in the tunnel.

But this guy is not stupid.

He said he knew it was illegal, so he didn't take the money.

It’s not that he doesn’t dare to take it, but he is afraid that he will be asked to return it if he is accused of taking it.

The TV station was also very cooperative. After all, they had just gotten this thing while robbing someone, so they had to make good news about it.

Anyway, he was the one who said it, and it has nothing to do with me.

His words are still very explosive.

When the host asked why there were no US dollars in other people's photos, this person also swore that there was no US dollar.

Those bastards must have taken all the money first before taking the video and photos.

They are a bunch of American parasites.

Although it's nonsense, at least the logic is self-consistent.

As for why Guofu didn't stop the spread of this matter.

Because they can't be stopped. Since they can't be stopped, it's better to let these guys continue to blow the whistle and make things as bizarre as possible.

Because while that would make countless idiots believe it, it would allow their elite clients to notice something is wrong.

Anyway, the grandstanding clown can help them distract their firepower.

The cameras of major TV stations were broadcasting live throughout the day, as they did not want to let go of any police officer who came out of the building.

When someone tried to stop them, they shouted for press freedom and the people's right to know.

American police actually hate these reporters.

They dig up their own scandals, they disguise themselves as various people to get the details of various cases.

They use public opinion to interfere with judicial justice and are best friends with those damn lawyers.

Throughout history, how many criminals have escaped because of these damn journalists, and how many cases have been sabotaged by the police.

In the end, thanks to these reporters, everyone knew the term "incompetent police."

What makes them most disgusted now is that they really don’t know anything.

However, after one day, these reporters also noticed something was wrong.

Many people started turning off their cameras.

A cameraman looked at a few people who were yawning not far away and complained to his colleague: "Over there, those guys with sluggish feet, I saw them leaving before, why are they back now? Who are they? Why haven't I seen them before?"

The reporter next to him chuckled and said, "I know them. Did you see that guy? He used to be one of ABC's top foreign reporters."

"once?"

"Yeah, until he insisted on reporting on a dairy company problem, and then it became like this."

The cameraman was a little surprised: "He's not dead?"

"He's got a sloppy foot, doesn't he?"

"what?"

"Rescued." The reporter suddenly raised his hand and shouted: "Hey, Rand!"

Rand turned around.

The reporter did not go over, but said in surprise: "Oh my God, it's you, I thought I made a mistake!"

Rand looked at the attitude here, thought for a moment, and walked over leisurely: "It's you, Brown. Long time no see."

Brown said with emotion: "Yeah, it's been a long time. I wanted to thank you for what you taught me, but then I heard that you left."

Rand could hear the sarcasm in this guy's words, but he was not angry: "You have to travel around in life, right?"

Brown suddenly realized: "Oh, that's why. Your leg was broken at that time, right?"

Rand's expression remained unchanged, he just smiled and said: "Some accidents happened."

But Rand obviously didn't want to continue this topic. He looked at their interview car and said, "This car is such a beautiful girl."

Brown looked a little proud: "Of course. Oh, by the way, Rand, where are you now? Why didn't I see you during the day?"

Rand laughed at himself: "We are just a small TV station. Our logo is not as big as yours. Those people won't let us in."

"If it weren't for the fact that many people had left, I probably wouldn't be able to get in now."

Brown smiled and said, "I got a lot of footage during the day. Need some help? We can give you some."

Rand's expression finally turned ugly. He was silent for a moment, then said, "You still haven't turned into Brown."

Having said that, Rand walked back.

Brown shouted from behind as if he was stabbed: "Are you sure you don't want to, Rand? Cwn seems to have been in a lot of trouble recently. Have you seen it? The stock price has plummeted, and there are financial frauds. I can't believe that the righteous Rand would actually work for them! Maybe the things I filmed can make them hire you for two more days."

Rand paused, turned around, looked at Brown, smiled and said, "You've been an outsourcing agent for ten years. I don't dare to use your stuff. I'm afraid my boss will get up from the woman and fire me after seeing it."

Brown's face flushed instantly, and he growled, "Cwn is going to be finished soon! Rand, you won't be homeless for long!"

"At least I am free, and I don't have to work so hard for more than ten years without getting a chance to sit in the studio."

Rand obviously didn't want to give him face: "If I die, what will people say? Rand, the fool. But what about Brown? Who is he?"

Brown took a step forward but was stopped by the camera.

"Calm down bro! Calm down!"

Brown took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth and said: "You are still so annoying!"

Rand said calmly, "For example, report you for using the interview opportunity to trick high school girls into having sex, right?"

After saying this, Rand returned to his side without even turning his head.

The colleague next to him was stunned: "You are awesome, Brown."

Brown whispered, "Let's go."

"Hey, don't worry bro, teach me how to do it."

Before Brown could say anything, Rand shouted, "It's simple. Just work hard. This guy got beaten by his boyfriend on the football team and had to lick his ass to apologize!"

Brown's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Many people who were packing their things nearby looked over with smiles on their faces.

Anyone who can still stay here at this point is definitely not an important person.

They are naturally very happy that they can still eat melons at this time.

Life needs spice, doesn't it?
The doors of the cars were closed and many people began to disperse, but Rand had received orders, so the camera was still on and connected to the studio, ready to switch over for live broadcast at any time.

Although Rand felt that it was impossible to get any news, he also understood
cwn In this situation, he should be thankful that he still has work to do.

Suddenly, the cameraman was stunned: "What is that?"

Rand was stunned, and saw a flashing figure falling from the sky.

The next moment, accompanied by a roar, the figure slammed to the ground.

Not to mention remembering the noise, even the police were shocked.

Instinctively, the gang drew their guns and pointed them at the smoke-filled area.

No one knows what will fall from the sky.

The next moment, something unknown flew out from the smoke with a sound of breaking through the air.

The policemen were all hit accurately on the forehead, and then on the hands. Many of them screamed and the guns fell out of their hands.

But just as they were about to pick up the guns, they were stunned.

Even the anger from being attacked just now disappeared in an instant.

Because the things they were smashing with were… stacks of US dollars!
The amount of money that was thrown at each person was at least tens of thousands!
The smoke gradually dissipated, and a voice rang out: "Calm down, gentlemen. I mean no harm. Of course, if you..."

There was a loud bang of a gunshot.

A policeman who ignored the US dollars and was about to pick up a gun had his gun shot several meters away.

"You'll get shot if you don't behave. Don't think I'm kidding."

The smoke finally cleared and the police could finally see who the man was.

They have been busy here all day and have no time to check their phones.

So when I saw this guy in tights in front of me, I cursed in my heart that he was another cosplayer.

But who is this cosplayer?

Rand was a little confused, especially when he saw the guy in tights in front of him. Pretending to be a superhero?

But which superhero would have a dollar symbol printed on his chest?
What kind of bad taste is this?

What is this? Dollar Man or Bank Man?

But it doesn't matter. Rand looked at the camera beside him and asked, "Is it recording?"

The cameraman nodded repeatedly: "Of course."

"Contact the studio and switch back to live broadcast."

The policemen became more obedient. From the perspective of others, it was unclear whether they were afraid of the gun in the strange man's hand or they were attracted by the US dollars on the ground.

Xiu Nuo looked around and shouted in dissatisfaction: "Damn it, who told me there were so many cameras here! Why are you all leaving? Do you have any professionalism?"

The group of guys who had already put their things away were now stunned.

Where are you from?

Those who reacted quickly got out of the car and prepared to turn on the camera.

However, they all found that the back door of the interview car was difficult to open.

Xiu Nuo shouted, "Are there any reporters left? Everyone? Don't you really want the big news?"

Rand ran towards Xiunuo without any hesitation: "Sir! Sir! Here! This is CWN Nightly Sexy News!"

Xiunuo paused.

Fucking Bear En!
Can't you come up with a better name!
Rand had already walked up to Xiunuo with the microphone and the cord in his hand: "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Are you a reporter?" Xiunuo asked.

"Yes, CWN TV, nighttime..."

"Shut up!" Xiu Nuo was wearing a mask. "Cwn, I haven't heard of this TV station."

"Nighttime channel, our programs are all at night." Rand tried to promote himself: "It's nighttime now, isn't it? We are professionals!"

"What about other TV stations?" Xiu Nuo pointed his gun at a CNN reporter who was opening a car door: "Aren't you going to interview?"

The CNN reporter saw the gun pointing at him and raised his hand immediately.

Although he really wanted to go for the interview right now, for some reason, a strong desire to survive arose in his heart.

This desire to survive made him want to just raise his hands.

"What a wimp." Xiunuo pointed his gun at Brown. "What about you, sir? Isn't ABC interested in the big news?"

Brown, like this guy, raised his hand.

Even though he didn't want to do that at all.

Especially when he saw Rand standing in front of that guy, he really wanted to go!

But he was really scared now. No matter how much Brown tried to convince himself, he didn't dare to take a step forward.

He was so angry that he started to curse himself in his heart, but his legs and hands were completely out of control.

And cwn's camera is recording all of this perfectly.

Xiunuo pointed his gun at them one by one, and the result was the same.

"Fuck!" Xiunuo looked at Rand: "What's your name?"

"Rand, sir, you can call me Rand."

"Tell me about Rand." Xiuno's voice was filled with anger: "Is this America?"

"Of course! This is America, San Francisco, California."

"Thank you, Rand. If you hadn't told me this is America, I would have thought I was in Paris!! Since when did American reporters just raise their hands in surrender? Is this thing in my hand so scary?"

The next moment, Xiunuo raised his gun and pointed it directly at Rand's head.

But Rand's expression was extremely calm. The cameraman beside him swallowed hard and was also professionally filming this scene.

Rand's expression remained unchanged, and he said jokingly, "Sir, this thing in your hand is indeed a little scary, but look around, our camera is the only one turned on, right? Perhaps you can try to choose cwn?"

Xiunuo raised his hand suddenly and a gunshot rang out.

Many reporters around screamed in fear, but Rand still looked at Xiunuo calmly.

"Well, it seems I have no choice." Xiunuo put down the gun, looked at Rand and said, "Your courage has also been recognized by me, Rand. Now, I can give you the opportunity to interview me. Three chances to ask questions."

"It's my pleasure, sir." Rand took a deep breath and asked, "There are not many people here. What is your purpose in coming here?"

Xiu Nuo said, "It's very simple, just give money."

As he said that, Xiunuo opened his hands violently.

The next moment, US dollars began to rain from the sky.

Everyone looked up at the sky in amazement, no one knew where the US dollars came from.

Many people even started picking up the money excitedly, and some even shouted, "It's real! It's real!"

Rand resisted the urge. He knew that whether he could turn things around depended on tonight.

He asked the second question: "You chose to give money in this place, sir, is this money yours?"

"Of course not." Xiu Nuo said: "I am very disappointed. Really. The police and the FBI haven't found any clues in a day. I am worried about them. Otherwise, I wouldn't come here."

Rand was stunned and blurted out, "So this money is from the Wells Fargo vault, right?"

Xiuqi did not answer, but asked in return: "Mr. Rand, let me remind you that you only have one last chance. Are you sure this is your last question?"

Without waiting for Rand to speak, Xiunuo added: "Let me remind you again, if my answer is, will these people who picked up the money still dare to pick it up? You can ask me something else, such as who I am, what is the purpose of my giving out money, such as..."

"No." Rand looked at Xiuno seriously and said, "I'm sure. This is my last question. Wells Fargo's deposits are related to a large number of people's deposits. I want to ask you, is this money from Wells Fargo?"

Xiu Nuo burst into laughter immediately: "I like your sex Grande, yes, this is Wells Fargo's money. For your sake, it's really for your sake, otherwise I really don't want to care about a TV station I've never heard of."

"I can also tell you that this is just the beginning! The cash in the Wells Fargo vault will appear all over America!"

Rand was stunned and asked, "Are you going to give money somewhere else?"

"I'm sorry, Rand, you've already asked all three questions, but I like you very much. I like people who know how to seize opportunities. You are the last man in America, and those around you are all wimps. Do you understand what I mean?"

Rand suddenly thought of something and handed Xiunuo a business card: "Here is my contact information. You may need it."

Xiu Nuo took the business card and said, "You will know which bank's Rand will be the next one to have its vault emptied."

Rand immediately said, "Let me remind you, sir, if you tell me this, I will tell the audience of CWN and cooperate with the police."

"I expect you to do this." Xiunuo said, raising his hand again.

A black and red motorcycle fell from the sky!

Xiunuo jumped onto the motorcycle and drove away with the roar of the engine.

It wasn't until Xiunuo left that the rain of US dollars from the sky finally stopped.

And there were noisy footsteps coming from underground.

A large number of police officers ran up from underground, and then they were dumbfounded.

Because there are US dollars everywhere!

Not only that, the surroundings suddenly became noisy, as if the news came from somewhere.

The pit, which was originally a bit deserted, suddenly had groups of all kinds of people coming from all directions and starting to rush in to pick up money.

A sheriff was about to maintain order, but found that his own officers were also picking up money frantically.

Brown yelled, "Turn it on! Damn it! Turn it on! We want..."

Halfway through his words, Brown froze.

Because his cameraman didn't even pick up his camera, but joined the ranks of picking up money.

"Fuck!" Brown cursed and was about to carry the camera himself.

But after glancing at those US dollars, for some reason he felt an endless longing in his heart.

His intuition as a reporter told him that if he filmed this scene, his future would be bright and he could make more money in the future.

But what about Brown?
He also joined the ranks of picking up money.

A faint black mist was floating around, but in the darkness, no one noticed it.

The only ones who were not affected were Rand and his cameraman.

"Calm down," Rand said. "Take pictures! Trust me, man. Take pictures of it all! Our prize money will be ten times what we pick up!"

The cameraman, who was a little excited, calmed down instantly at this moment.

Recorded by cwn's camera, a scene that fully demonstrated human greed was recorded truthfully and broadcast live.

What is the easiest way to get promoted?

Of course, by standing on the shoulders of peers!

Even in prison, Xiong En kept watching cwn's live broadcast.

His phone suddenly rang, and an excited voice came from it: "Xiong En! Ratings! Our ratings are going crazy!!"

(End of this chapter)