The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 46: The Merits of Incense

There is good news in Los Angeles.

It was raining in Los Angeles in the early morning.

The rain prevented the carnival atmosphere that had swept across half of the city from spreading to the entire city.

Not to mention how the television media reported it, on the Internet, this was the big event of the day.

The partying in Los Angeles is no longer just Los Angeles’s business, but has become a major event for the entire United States.

But the people who come to see the show are not just people from other states of the United States, but also people from all over the country.

When the matter was brewing, America thought about suppressing it, but
Videos on TT spread like viruses. When you find a video, it proves that there are already a lot of them on the Internet.

The eyewitnesses accounted for half of the city of Los Angeles, and the video on the Internet was spreading faster than the zombie virus.

Today, the happiest people should be the financial sponsors behind the hospitals in Los Angeles.

Because the hospital is completely full!

The waiting time for emergency treatment is not a few hours but several days.

The side effects of that thing are withdrawal for addicts, but for ordinary people, it is nausea, headaches and other symptoms that give hospitals a lot of room to operate.

What do the medical staff think?

They want to curse.

Family doctors in various communities are also very happy at this time. All of a sudden, they can prescribe a lot of medicines, and their income this month will definitely be considerable.

Xiu Nuo, the culprit, was currently at home refining the soul essence and blood he had absorbed yesterday.

Xiunuo was using these things to make up for Youli's consumption last night. After all, hoping to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon and the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth was a task that was not only fraught with thorns, but was also like walking through mountains of swords and seas of fire.

After the carnival, the popularity of this incident naturally attracted countless people who wanted to gain attention from it.

There are countless eyes staring at the traffic in front of them.

For example, at this time, someone has already posted a video.

A guy named Desperate Bob, who only had a few thousand followers, now has millions of views on one video.

"Everyone, according to the information my uncle gave me, what happened last night was definitely not simple. First of all, I can tell you that the place that burned last night was a gang's storage point for contraband."

"Yeah, it's not some idiot somewhere destroying some contraband, it's a gangster's storage point."

"You may be curious about which gang it was, but unfortunately, I cannot reveal the name right now. However, I can tell you, do you remember the guy who was pointed at with a gun at MacArthur Station last night and then killed the guy in a cool way? The guy with the hat and mask."

"My uncle told me that the guy he killed was also a member of this gang. And it wasn't just him. Three other gang members died in the park."

"Oh, I know what you are going to say. You must think this is a gang fight. After all, Los Angeles is not short of gangs. But I can tell you responsibly that it is not the case!"

"Think about it, everyone. What are gang members fighting for? Territory? Business? Of course they have all of these, but in essence, isn't it all about US dollars?" "Yes, US dollars! If it's a gang member, then the person who did this must be a wealthy man, because the contraband stored in there alone is worth at least eight million US dollars! Eight million!! Do you know what eight million means? One of our presidents almost went to jail because of one hundred thousand dollars!"

"If they were gang members, who could resist the temptation of eight million dollars?"

"Forget about the gang members, can we ordinary people do that?"

"So, do you understand now? Someone did this on purpose, and that person is most likely the hooded man, but who is he?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't know. My uncle doesn't know either. He said it must be a super criminal! A sociopath! But I don't think so. After killing that guy, he asked people around him to help call the police. Which super criminal would do that?"

"And the same thing happened to the strip club that caught fire. It was open for business at the time, and I heard that none of the gang's top leaders made it out alive. But the guests inside were not hurt at all, except that they were very close and had a great time! So... I have a guess here. A very bold guess!"

"A true superhero has appeared in America! He may not have any superpowers, but he is definitely a mortal hero like Batman, Daredevil, and Green Arrow!"

Perhaps because it is well-illustrated, or perhaps because it is logically consistent with the public, the number of clicks on this video continues to increase, and a number of pictures have appeared in the comment section to support its claim.

There are even some surveillance images! Some are from businesses, and some are actually from city traffic cameras.

Countless new things that appeared all pointed to one truth, that is, there was a hooded guy who, alone, killed a gangster and entertained half of the city.

Inside the Los Angeles Police Department, a chubby guy slammed the table and said, "Find him! Find this damn bastard! He caused all of us to be scolded by the public, the state government, and even Washington. He made the LAPD a laughing stock in the United States and the world! But now this bastard has become a hero!"

"Chief." Jim was about to say something.

"Don't interrupt me, Jim! Now the people are thanking this bastard for eliminating a gang! Those damn drug addicts are thanking him for treating them to a good time for free! Even some drug dealers are thanking him for providing them with countless potential customers! Damn it, aren't they afraid that this guy will burn down their warehouses! My order is simple! At all costs! No matter what, find him for me! I want to put him in jail!"

"Uh. Chief." Jim couldn't help but say, "But there may be nothing we can do now."

"Jim, are you trying to shirk responsibility?"

"No," Jim said helplessly, "We currently have about one-third of our personnel, thousands of them, who may be affected by contraband and need administrative leave to recover and observe the effects of contraband on them. Therefore, we are short-handed, Director."

"Understaffed, damn it's understaffed again! Since I took office, I've heard this word so many times that my ears are almost callused! Jim, I'll give you a week! Get to the bottom of this matter!"

Jim was stunned: "What? Me?"

"Yes! You! Before the FBI comes! Find out the truth about this for me!"

Xiunuo had no idea what was happening outside at this moment.

He only knew that changes had occurred in his body again.

Xiunuo was in a state of introspection at this time. He looked at the trace of heavenly merit floating in his body, and next to it, a new thing appeared.

It was a wisp of green smoke, but it emitted a pale yellow light.

Of course Xiunuo knew what this was.

This is the merit of burning incense.

(End of this chapter)