The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 42: Photographed

Xiunuo handed over the matter of that unlucky John to Jonas.

In fact, the reason why Xiunuo wanted to protect John was very simple. First, Xiunuo wanted to see if there was anything he could get from this guy.

Secondly, Xiunuo wanted to study John carefully. After all, when it comes to the merits of the Way of Heaven, it is always better to have an example in front of him than to guess blindly.

As night fell, Xiunuo had already walked into the subway.

This thing is quite convenient for traveling. At this time, Xiunuo was still wearing a hooded sweatshirt, but the difference was that he had a mask on his face and a pair of sunglasses.

Yes, he wore sunglasses late at night. It didn't affect him at all.

Moreover, this kind of dress is not weird here. At this moment, Xiunuo was sitting on the subway seat and fiddling with his mobile phone. He had seen that Jonas's operation was gradually taking shape.

For example, in just one day, poor John went from being a victim of government human experiments to a fighter for justice and anti-discrimination.

Everyone got to know the truth, John, a poor guy who lost everything after being raped and slandered by a man, and was still paying child support and alimony after being cheated on by his wife.

He wandered for a year, and during his wandering life, he saw the ups and downs of life, witnessed too many injustices suffered by minority groups, and endured too much oppression and humiliation.

So, on this day, he received a revelation from God and decided to rebel!

Xiunuo has learned a lot about America in the past few days and knows that the laws and establishment of this country are based on a book called the Bible.

Xiunuo also took a look. If he remembered correctly, there seemed to be only two genders in that book.

But Jonas told him that there are now 97 genders recognized in America.

Xiunuo's expression became quite complicated after he found out the genders of those people.

In this big American classroom, the content of each lesson is really different!

Among the comments, some received a lot of likes.

One of them is the most representative.

John was a homeless man, he had nothing, and when he decided to do this, he chose to run to where he was going, he did not trouble anyone, which was his respect for others.

When he took action, John did not hurt any innocent people, which showed his respect for life.

After taking action, he did not run away but waited for the police to arrive, which showed respect for the law.

Maybe he did break the law, but this country needs people like him, doesn't it?

Xiunuo smacked his lips as he looked at this highly praised comment. This was not something a low-class American would say.

Just as Xiunuo was browsing the comment section, he suddenly discovered that his phone had no signal.

He frowned, recalled it and roughly understood it.

The Los Angeles Red Line subway is deep underground, so it is normal that some places have no signal or poor signal. Full signal coverage is not even achieved in the United States, so how can you expect the subway to be able to provide it?

Even so, the Red Line is already a relatively modern subway line in America.

At least judging from the images of people around putting down their phones and not cursing, they have gotten used to it.

Soon, the subway arrived at Xiunuo's destination, MacArthur Park Station in Los Angeles.

This station is located near downtown Los Angeles and is an important transportation hub connecting the city center with surrounding areas. An important transportation hub means that approximately 20,000 people board the subway here every day.

Of course, this is not the point. The point is that such a large flow of customers has made this the largest open-air flour trading market in Los Angeles.

And this situation has been going on for decades.

It's even gotten so bad that some people are having too much fun here and it's causing medical emergencies.

Since last year, there have been an average of nearly thirty medical cases per month at MacArthur Park Station. The worst one was when twenty-two people died in one month, all from drug overdoses!
Imagine that there is a subway station in the city center with a huge passenger flow. If you are an office worker, every day when you get off work, you can see someone twitching and falling to the ground and dying. What does that mean?

This does not include other crimes such as theft, fighting, robbery, etc.

And Xiunuo came here naturally to help Jonas solve his troubles.

How come there are no people from the Hellhound Gang in a place like this?

How to find them
Xiunuo looked at a guy standing in the corner with his hands in his pockets.

When someone passes by him, he can collect the money and deliver the goods at an extremely fast speed.

It was obvious that the guy in front of him was a bulk cargo handler.

Xiu Nuo didn't plan to attack the Hellhound Gang directly, because if he did, it would be too troublesome to find them if someone was gone. So, Xiu Nuo planned to let these guys come to him on their own initiative.

He walked up to the guy and gestured to him.

The guy in front of him, who was either malnourished or thin from consuming flour, looked at Xiunuo carefully after seeing his gesture, then frowned: "Do I know you, sir?"

"From the Hellhound Gang?" Xiu Nuo asked, "Fugui asked me to come."

The visitor immediately became alert: "I don't know who the rich man you are talking about is, so, can you stay away from me? Before I get angry."

Xiu Nuo smiled: "It seems that I have found the right person."

The guy's eyes changed, then he turned around and ran away!

But the next moment, Xiunuo grabbed the back of his collar!
Xiunuo shook backwards, and when he pulled himself back, he slammed him hard against the wall.

A wail suddenly emanated from the guy's mouth, and many people around him stopped to watch.

The guy who fell to the ground stood up with gritted teeth. Seeing Xiu Nuo walking in front of him, he quickly pulled out a pistol from his waist.

The moment they saw the gun, the people around exclaimed in surprise, and the experienced guys immediately began to look for cover.

"Fuck, fuck, you! Get away from me! Stay away from me, okay? Unless you want to experience the power of bullets!"

As he spoke, the man began to retreat slightly.

He didn't want to shoot because in his eyes, Xiu Nuo should be a plainclothes officer now.

Otherwise, who would come to find him? Only this kind of damn police would trouble a small person like him in this place. They need performance, but they don't dare to go to those big drug lords. He has seen too many such policemen.

He didn't want to kill the police because killing them would cause more trouble than killing drug addicts and homeless people.

But today, his fate was sealed.

Xiunuo's hands crossed like lightning, and the gun in his hand was shot away before he could even turn on the safety.

Not only that, Xiunuo instantly hooked his neck with one hand and pulled him down, while his right leg was raised and stretched out at the knee.

With a muffled sound, the guy's head instantly tilted back!
His nose collapsed and twisted, his face turned pale at first, and then instantly covered with blood.

With a bang, the guy fell heavily to the ground. Then, his neck tilted, revealing a miserable face.

Most of the onlookers swallowed hard, and it was obvious that they could endure it with great tolerance.

Xiu Nuo tore open his clothes and shook them, and bags filled with white powder fell out.

Xiu Nuo looked at the guys around who were watching the fun, and his voice was so gentle that he didn't sound like a guy who had just killed someone: "Please help me call 911 and ask the police to collect the body of this unfortunate drug dealer. Also, please don't touch the things on the ground."

After saying that, Xiunuo walked straight outside.

No one dared to stop him.

It was not until Xiu Nuo disappeared from view that the crowd began to talk in a flurry.

“That guy is the DEA??”

"The DEA won't kill drug dealers in the street! Or with their knees!"

"Is he a gangster? Gang vendetta? Oh, God, how long has it been since there was a gang vendetta on the streets of Los Angeles?"

"Three days? Or a week? Are you here for a trip to Los Angeles? Why are you talking so much like a joke? Why did a gang vendetta make us call 911?"

"Then what does he do?"

"Maybe just to kill the drug dealer?"

"Do you think this is a movie? A superhero punishing criminals? Even if it's a superhero, would they kill drug dealers in a place like this?"

"It must be in the DD comics!"

"Don't dwell on the comic, but if that's the case, it sounds good. Hey, is there a doctor? Go save that bastard lying on the ground. He looks like he's dying."

"Damn it, his whole face was sunken, and you just thought he was dying?"

But no one cared to see whether the guy was dead or alive. Many people had already taken out their mobile phones to take photos and videos. In fact, when the guy pulled out the gun, some people had already taken out their mobile phones.

I don’t know when it started, but when people face emergencies, as long as there is no obvious threat to their safety, their first reaction is not to stay away, but to take out their mobile phones to take photos and videos.

(End of this chapter)