The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 53: My Money!!
Los Angeles Police Department.

"The public wants us to give an explanation! Even those British people came to laugh at this mess! Now even across the ocean, those Orientals are spreading the news on their internet that half of our city is high!" The chubby director slammed the table and said, "What about you? It's been five days! In five days, what have you found out?"

Seeing that no one spoke, the director looked directly at one person: "Jim, tell me! What did you find out?"

Jim looked at his chief and said calmly, "I think there must be something wrong with that illegal immigrant from the East."

The director acted as if he had heard a joke: "Any more questions? Do you have evidence? Or do you not like standing in my office and want to go to the dock? You say there is a problem with him, give me a reason, ok?"

"Height," Jim said, "and build. He looks very similar to the guy who killed someone in the video."

The chief's eyes widened. "Jim! Oh, my God, you're a veteran cop! I can find you a thousand guys of similar height and build in Los Angeles!"

“地狱犬帮的罗安娜和乔纳斯是情人关系，她最近正在接受DEA的拉拢，乔纳斯最近有离境信息，去的是墨西哥，而那个东方人，边境监狱的已经来了消息，他进去监狱的第一天晚上就揍了三个墨西哥壮汉，自己却毫发无损。”

The director looked at Jonas impatiently: "What does that prove?"

"It shows that he is fully capable of doing what happened with the subway."

"So? Orientals, knowing Kung Fu? Isn't this normal? Do you think they are a bunch of ABCs? Jonas has already said that it was the teacher he hired who taught him Kung Fu! He went to Mexico to pick him up."

"There's something wrong here, isn't there, Chief?"

"Of course I know there's something wrong. Explain to me then. The bodies of those gangsters were all in one room. Except for Rolana who was shot in the head, how did her bodyguards die? Their internal organs were burned away, and there was not a single scratch on their skeletons. The only thing that can be confirmed is that they died at the same time. Is this something that one person could do?"

Jim's expression was a little serious: "That's why I said he needs to be brought back for questioning. Maybe the two things are unrelated, but there must be something wrong with him!"

The director was silent.

He looked at the others and said, "You all get out."

A group of people quickly left the meeting room.

The director looked at Jim, sized him up for several seconds before asking, "Do you really not understand or are you pretending not to understand?"

"What do you mean, Chief?"

"Now the internet has linked the two together! Didn't you see that Jim?"

"Of course I saw it and I know about it, that's why I want it"

"Oh, damn it." The director interrupted Jim directly: "You really don't understand! Let's assume that he is the murderer! Suppose you already have evidence, and we announce it now, will anyone believe it? How will the public see us? Do they think we are really efficient in solving cases? No! They will only think that we are a bunch of idiots! Stupid enough to use a poor illegal immigrant to take the blame!"

"If this matter hadn't become such a big deal, I wouldn't care what you do, but Jim, this matter is too big! If we do this, what do you think Washington will do for the votes of these illegal immigrants? Don't forget, they just changed our gender from two to more than ninety for the votes of another group of people!"

"Now, let's talk about this person. I'm not talking about the illegal immigrant you think he is, but the murderer. Yes, he is the criminal we want to catch, and then what? Our citizens think he is a hero!"

"A hero! A hero who destroyed a gang! Now you want to tell the public that he is an illegal immigrant? An Oriental? Believe it or not, even if we gather all the evidence and present it to the public, the public will still call us spies! This hero should be white! Even black is fine! But not Asian! And certainly not Oriental!"

Jim frowned: "Does this mean we can ignore the truth?"

The chief was so angry at Jim's words that he laughed: "Jim, how long have we worked together? Ten years? Fifteen years? If you were someone who cared so much about the truth, those gang members wouldn't think so highly of you!"

Jim looked at the director with a serious expression: "But there are only two days left."

The director was stunned for a moment, then reacted instantly and cursed; "You bastard! I thought you suddenly changed your personality! Turns out you were waiting for me here!" "If I ask for extra time, you will definitely not agree, right?"

"You've already wasted five days!"

"You didn't accept the results of my investigation. Besides, I think I was right."

"What if I give you another week?"

"Then I will keep an eye on him until he reveals his flaws."

"You" the chief pointed at Jim: "Are you crazy?"

"Chief, after this incident, I feel like my career ends here. Half of Los Angeles, I hope that after I retire, I will be treated like a team leader, not nothing."

"You also said that the murderer is a hero in the eyes of the public. There are many young people in the bureau who want to do this, right? Why do you have to throw it to an old man like me? If it were me, the illegal immigrant would be a major suspect, and this is the direction of my investigation."

"Do you have to wait for the FBI to get involved in this?"

"In fact, they are the most suitable." Jim picked up the director's coffee and took a sip. "After all, they even investigated the former president, so they are not afraid of being involved in other things. For the sake of Washington's votes, you should really put less sugar in your coffee."

After that, Jim put down his coffee and said, "Can I go now?"

The director sighed and said, "Okay Jim, you win. For the sake of our old friend, do you have any suggestions?"

"Investigate separately, the murder case is a murder case, and the fire is a fire. Although it may be somewhat inconsistent with the public's expectations, it is more scientific to say that one person cannot destroy an entire gang, isn't it?"

"After the carnival, everyone has to regain their senses. There must be some smart people who will come out to speak for us. As for the fire, there is no shortage of gangs in Los Angeles. Who knows if it was done by a high-drug guy? He may not even know it himself."

The director nodded slightly. "That's right. We will give our answers and complete our mission. As for the truth, let the FBI worry about it. Oh, by the way, will you come to the alumni meeting this weekend?"

"of course."

"Then let me remind you, I forgive you for drinking the coffee from my cup, but you can't touch the girl I like when the time comes!"

Xiu Nuo, who was practicing, opened his eyes. He was a little puzzled.

The merits from burning incense had been slowly increasing, but just when he was about to use the merits from burning incense to break through the eighth level of body forging, the merits from burning incense seemed to be cut off.

Judging from the trend, even if the merits from the incense are not as strong as in the early days, they are still increasing little by little. How could they suddenly disappear?
After thinking about it, Xiunuo took out his mobile phone, and then, the big data seemed to have guessed what he wanted to check and popped up a push message.

"The Los Angeles Police Department solved a gang fire case?" Xiunuo was stunned.

I'm in Silverlake, not the LAPD.

After reading the content, a word popped into Xiunuo's mind: "Killing innocent people and claiming credit for it!"

At this moment, Xiunuo felt his anger surging!

Master Xiu doesn't care about killing innocent people, he doesn't care if you kill a hundred of them! But he cares about taking credit!

That is my incense!!
(End of this chapter)