The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 38: Heavenly Merit

I obviously didn't do anything wrong.

I was obviously just protecting myself.

Why am I like this? Is it my fault?
No! It's this society that's wrong!
They must pay for what they did to me!
On the streets of Los Angeles, many people looked sideways at a man running wildly on the road.

There are many people running wildly on the streets of America, but they are usually black and Latino, and they are always followed by the police.

But the guy in front of him was different. He was obviously a homeless man, a white man, and there was no police chasing him.

What puzzled these people was that he ran so desperately even without the police chasing him.

The most important thing is, this guy runs so fast!

Some people have already taken out their mobile phones to take pictures, and there are quite a few of them.

John felt that he had endless energy, and the desperate running did not make him feel tired at all.

He ran for several blocks like this and finally arrived at the door of a real estate agency.

John took a deep breath and walked in.

But at this moment, he really didn't look like someone who could afford to buy or rent a house.

Immediately, a guy in a suit and tie stopped him and said, "Sir, this is a private place."

But immediately, he recognized the down-and-out guy in front of him: "Oh, God, John? Is that you? How did you become like this?"

"Is Johnny in?" John asked without answering.

"Well, he's in the office." Although the man recognized John, it was obvious that he didn't want to let John in: "You know, the company has rules, you..."

"Get out of here!" John stared at the guy in front of him and said viciously, "Before I plan to beat you up!"

Seeing John's red eyes, the man could only move away angrily.

He is not a security guard, and stopping people is not within his job scope.

Seeing John going up the stairs, the man immediately took out his cell phone: "Hello, is this 911? I want to call the police."

John went upstairs and skillfully opened the door of an office.

Johnny was obviously discussing business at this time. There was also a couple in the room. After the door was pushed open, Johnny was stunned at first, and then he was angry: "Damn it, who let you in?"

"Oh, dear Johnny." John looked at the people in the room and grinned, "Don't you recognize me so soon? Do you remember the last time you fucked me?"

Johnny was stunned for a moment: "John? Oh, man, is that you?"

John ignored him and looked at the two well-dressed men and women in the room. Then he said to the woman, "Ma'am, let me remind you that the real estate agent in front of you is a gay. Be careful of what he does to your husband. This guy raped me."

The woman looked terrified, and the way she looked at Johnny changed after hearing this.

Johnny's face was extremely ugly: "Are you crazy, John! Get out of here right now, or I'll call the police!"

"I don't care." John grinned. "Thanks to you, I don't care about anything anymore!"

As he said that, John suddenly rushed towards Johnny.

The two customers were so scared that they quickly hid to the side, but John had already knocked Johnny over and then punched him in the face!
Johnny was still resisting at first, but gradually, with his face covered in blood, he no longer had the strength to resist.

John then stood up, opened his arms slightly, and then let out a strange roar!
"I love this feeling! I swear, I've wanted to do this for a long time!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Johnny lying on the ground, then walked outside with his fists covered in blood.

A lot of people had gathered at the door, but no one dared to stop him.

John suddenly stopped halfway, then walked back to the office and took Johnny's car keys, saying to the people outside, "He asked for it, didn't he?"

No one dared to reply, and John liked this feeling even more.

He went downstairs and drove Johnny's car away from here, heading towards the next destination.

Five minutes after he left, the police car came roaring in. By then, John had already driven away.

John, who was driving, stopped in front of a building.

This is an old three-story building with a line of words written on the door.

'Blue Ocean Foundation'

John walked in. The security guard at the door saw the guy with bloody fists and immediately stepped forward to stop him, but was knocked down by John with two punches.

He went up the stairs to the second floor, and after looking around, he didn't see the familiar figure.

John grabbed a hapless guy at a workstation and asked in a cold voice, "Excuse me, sir, where is Penny Watson?"

"33rd floor. The manager's office. She should be reporting on her work." The poor worker was frightened by John's eyes and the blood on his body.

"Thank you." John let go of his hand and smiled at him: "Have a nice day."

John went up to the third floor and kicked open an office door.

A scream was heard in the room instantly, and a woman jumped off a man's legs.

When the woman saw the guy at the door, she was obviously stunned: "John?"

John didn't look at her, but at the man: "Isn't this Mr. Thomson? I've seen you before. You were a guest at my house, right?"

The guy named Thomson straightened his suit, stood up, and looked at John with a stern expression: "John, this is..."

Before he could finish his words, John had already picked up a statue at hand and smashed it over.

There was a dull thud, and Thomson fell directly to the ground.

Penny was shocked by this: "Oh, God! John! What have you done!"

John walked towards Penny, laughing as he walked: "If I remember correctly, this Mr. Thomson seems to have a wife, right?"

"You're crazy John! You're crazy!" Penny screamed. "I'm working!"

"I know." John walked up to Penny and grabbed her neck with his hand. "I might have come at the wrong time. If I were a little later, you would have finished your work, right? Oh, I remember you were just a clerk before, but now you're an assistant secretary. Why didn't I know you were so capable at work before, Penny?"

Penny grabbed John's hands and said with difficulty: "We...we are divorced!"

"Of course I know. I'm only here to settle accounts with you. You clearly knew what happened to me, didn't you?" John walked to the window with Penny in his arms, his expression cold: "I've always wondered why you treated me like that. When you first knew about it, you said you would face it with me, but what did you do later?"

"You said in court that I was emotionally unstable, right? You said I always yelled at home, right? I even doubted whether I really did that, but Penny, I figured it out. I never did that! You know better than anyone that I was wronged, right? Let me guess, this guy on the ground taught you that, right?"

John said, already opening the window.

Penny seemed to know what John was going to do. She looked horrified. "Forgive me, John. I am doing this for the child. Can you please consider the child? Mr. Thomson just provided me with some legal assistance."

"Where was it provided? Let me guess, was it on the bed? Oh, judging from your expression, I think I guessed right." John grinned, "But it doesn't matter, confess, Penny, if you are innocent, God will definitely save you, right?"

As he said this, John swung his hand violently and threw the woman out of the window.

Silver Lake Villa.

Xiunuo, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes.

The fifth level of body building?

How did I suddenly make a breakthrough in this place where the spiritual energy is so thin and turbid!
John? No, even if John turned into a demon on the spot and killed everyone around him and was completely devoured by the demonic energy, it would not be enough for him to break through. He was just doing an experiment with it. He never expected that one person could cause such a change.

Why is that?
Xiu Nuo immediately sank into his sea of ​​consciousness, and the next moment, the scene in his sea of ​​consciousness made him open his mouth wide.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, there is a thin golden thread. No, it is not thin at all. It should be a golden thread as thin as sweat hair floating quietly.

Although it is so small that it can be ignored, it is a merit from heaven!
Xiunuo quickly checked himself. That's right, I was practicing the Netherworld Technique. I am a magic cultivator.

I am still a demon cultivator, so where does this Heavenly Dao merit come from? ?

(End of this chapter)