The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 45: Carnival in Los Angeles
The fire trucks from the Los Angeles Fire Department are working hard to put out the fire. They have been putting out the fire here for a long time.

But the fire showed no sign of abating.

The surrounding area has been completely blocked by a cordon, but strange cries can still be heard from time to time.

A police car drove over and the person inside got out of the car still wearing a gas mask. From his clothes, it could be seen that he was a sheriff.

Many of the police here were wearing gas masks. When the man opened the cordon and walked in, someone immediately came up to him and said, "Boss!"

The sheriff looked at the burning building in front of him and said, "A strip club? If I remember correctly, it was owned by the Hellhound Gang, right? Tell me what happened here! I was having a baby with my wife when I was called to work overtime! Don't tell me it was an accidental fire. If that was the case, I should be in charge of the bureau."

"Who knows why this place is on fire?" The police officer in front of him said excitedly, "The first two groups of police officers who arrived were all high. John Hawke even pressed Ruili on the hood and rubbed her ass! I knew that bastard wanted to fuck his partner."

"Shut up Hogan! I didn't come here from my bed to listen to your gossip!" The sheriff said angrily: "Tell me why you need me here! The LAFD people have already started to put out the fire!"

"Someone's dead, boss." Hogan lowered his voice after being yelled at.

"Nonsense! How could there not be deaths in such a big fire?"

"Well, what I mean is that according to the people here, they didn't see their boss come out. We counted the number of people and found that at least ten people didn't come out. And there was news from the precinct that someone died at MacArthur Park Station as well."

"I saw TT sir, this kind of thing always spreads very quickly over there! Sometimes our people are more annoying than those media! So what is their connection?"

"The guy who died was also from the Hellhounds. Also, someone in the park called the police and said they heard gunshots. When our people arrived, they found three bodies. They were all from the Hellhounds. They were all shot to death."

The sheriff's expression suddenly became serious, but under the gas mask, his eyes became extremely sharp: "Gang vendetta? Someone wants to destroy the Hellhound Gang, right?"

"At least for now. And..."

Before the officer could finish his words, another police car drove up with the word DEA spray-painted on the side of the car.

When the sheriff saw the car, his face turned grim: "Are people from the Drug Enforcement Administration here too?"

Two men and two women got out of the car, led by a black man.

Everyone who came wore a gas mask.

The black man came up to the two men and was the first to speak: "Good God, old Jim, why are you here?"

"Nonsense! This is my jurisdiction! What are you doing here?"

The black man snorted, "You still know this is your jurisdiction? Go check it out! The four nearby streets are in chaos! As the sheriff, shouldn't you go and maintain law and order?"

"Maintain law and order? How can I maintain it? All the police officers in this police station are in the hospital! Even the archivist is in the hospital, you know? Those scumbags in the detention center are crazy! Do I have time to take care of what's happening on the street? Just preventing those lunatics in this police station from demolishing the detention center has exhausted our manpower! But you, Lucas, why are you here, you bastard?"

Lucas pointed at the drifting smoke and said viciously, "This crap is almost drifting across half of Los Angeles! Am I waiting to be punished for not showing up here? Also, we can't contact one of our informants!"

"Oh, then I really should thank you, Agent Lucas, on behalf of the citizens of Los Angeles. It's clear that your DEA has been eyeing this place for a long time. Couldn't you have closed it down earlier?"

"You are also a police officer, Old Jim. Don't make sarcastic remarks here. You know our procedures."

"Yes, of course I understand. I'm going to play the long game and catch the big fish. If they don't have enough goods, I won't sell them. Otherwise, how can I make money?"

"You fucking high too, Jim?" Lucas was black, so his dark face was hard to tell, but his voice was angry. "You want us to sue you for libel?"

"I don't care. This place is burnt down like this. None of us can escape! These damn gangsters, they..." Old Jim was stunned when he said this, and then seemed to think of something: "No, if it was a gang fight, why would they burn this place down? The goods here attracted all of you, so there must be a lot of them."

"Nonsense! If there were fewer people, there would definitely not be as many gang members as there are people on the street! On the way here, I saw a white man whipping a black man with a whip! He made him work while whipping him!" Old Jim was stunned. He looked at Lucas in front of him and suddenly said, "So did you stop it?"

"Of course." Lucas said calmly: "The guy was shot dead for attacking the police."

"The black man?"

"That white man! Damn it! Didn't you hear who held the whip? You are racist Jim!"

"I'm sorry, Lucas, my gas mask is broken, so this is not my intention. What I mean is that you have to endure it even if it is discrimination!" Old Jim said, and then changed the subject: "So, do you have any clues?"

Lucas pulled out his phone and played the video.

It's the subway station.

"I've seen this, what's wrong?"

"The last information my informant gave me was that the murderer had arrived here."

"Oh fuck!" Old Jim raised his voice, "Then why are you still staring at the flames! Go back and check the surveillance!"

At this moment, an angry roar rang out.

Several police officers looked at the same time, and saw four or five naked men howling as they broke through the cordon and headed towards the fire.

Old Jim's face immediately changed: "Stop them! Damn it, stop them! Damn it, let alone director or deputy director, I think there is no hope for me to be promoted to the next level in my life!"

Tonight is a night of carnival in Los Angeles.

At Silver Lake Villa, Jonas was watching TV wearing a gas mask, and Xiunuo was beside him.

In the news footage, Los Angeles was like a carnival, with all kinds of people rushing into the streets, some singing loudly, some running wildly without clothes, some performing male and female art on the streets, some smashing shop windows, and some driving a pickup truck with a crane and dragging an ATM machine on the road. The ATM machine was still spewing out money, and a police car was chasing behind the truck.

At this time, a bald white host was reporting live: "The big fire not far behind me is the source of the thick smoke in Los Angeles. According to relevant information, this is the property of a gang called the Hellhound Gang. Inside their building, there may be... hehehehehehe."

The host who was broadcasting live bent his body slightly and laughed, but he immediately returned to normal and said immediately: "There may be a large amount of HLY, hemp, hashish, etc. Hehehehehe. Hehehehehehe."

The live broadcast was cut off. The host was obviously very excited.

Jonas looked at Xiunuo with a look of despair: "Boss, half of Los Angeles is crazy about you now."

Xiunuo: “.”

He looked at Jonas and pointed at the gas mask. "Don't you need to take that thing off?"

"That's what I wanted to ask." Jonas picked up a gas mask and said, "Don't you really need it, Boss?"

Xiunuo sniffed and said, "I can feel that this thing wants to control my brain, wants to amplify all my desires, and wants me to lose my mind, but unfortunately, it can't affect me."

"If you were not my boss, I would really like to send you to a laboratory for a thorough study. You know, if everyone could be like you, I would definitely not consider changing my career, because that thing would become as "harmless" as cigarettes! Only idiots would continue to be lawyers then!"

Xiuno sighed. "It's obvious, Jonas, that you were affected even with the mask on. Maybe I should burn it differently next time."

"You want to do it again?"

(End of this chapter)