The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 57: The Immortal of Settlement

"I'm live streaming! I'm live streaming!! You bastards! Why are you stopping me!"

Obviously, after seeing Xiunuo disappear, Lowell still stepped on the brakes when facing the police car blocking the road in front.

Then, he was pointed at gunpoint by a group of police officers and asked to get out of the car.

As the descendant of an experienced drug dealer, as a law-abiding Compton citizen, and as a black car driver who can roam around in the gang territory of the Kingdom of Night, he must know some things to have survived this long.

For example, now, Lowell is sitting in the car, holding his mobile phone in both hands and shouting outside.

The police outside were also abstract, just like in various police programs, pointing guns at him and yelling, "Get out of the car! Put your hands where we can see them! Get out of the car!!"

"I'm wearing a fucking seatbelt, can't you see? I don't have the hands to unbuckle it!"

"Get out of the car! Get out of the car now!"

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? I'm fully strapped! Oh, fuck! If I put my hands down you'll definitely shoot! I'll say it again! I'm live streaming! Live streaming!"

His live broadcast room was already extremely lively at this time.

"So familiar! These are our American police officers! It's as if their brains haven't developed yet!"

"Don't talk nonsense! They only do this to people of our skin color!"

"Just wait, they're about to pull out the Taser!"

"He has it! He has it! Oh, my poor brother, God bless him that this thing will not irritate him, or we shall have to pay tribute to him next year."

Yes, seeing the uncooperative Rowell, a police officer already shouted: "Taser!"

A police officer immediately took out the suspect's instigator.

As for why the Taser is called a suspect irritant, it's because this thing can always make the guy who was shot take a volley of bullets.

In various police programs, the Taser gun, which is supposed to instantly render the suspect incapable of movement, often has the effect of making the suspect, who originally had some rationality in confronting the police, rush directly towards the police as if the electric current had shut down his brain's thinking ability.

Then the magazine was emptied as a matter of course.

You don't know how a Taser can make the seller knock down a person with one shot, while the buyer has to change guns.

When the gunshot hit his body, Lowell didn't flinch, but instead yelled at the police: "F******!"

At this moment, Lowell was extremely grateful to his ancestors for giving him endurance.

Now he just wanted to rush out and tear these bastards apart.

The police had already taken out a window-breaking hammer and smashed Lowell's car window, and someone even fired a Taser.

At this moment in the LAPD conference room, the old chief was staring at the projector and surveillance screen with a grim face.

When the old chief saw the police roughly dragging Lowell, who had several steel needles stuck in his body, out of the car, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Are the people in the Compton Branch Bureau full of shit in their heads?! Who gave them the pre-job training?! Who!"

Seeing that no one responded, the old director yelled, "Dumb! Why did I ask you to come here? Contact the commander over there immediately!! Tell him!! Tell those idiots what to do!"

Someone immediately pulled out his cell phone and said quickly, "Hurry up and tell your people to stop! Do you want black people across the country to take to the streets to protest tomorrow? How dare you?"

Before the guy could finish his words, the old director snatched the phone away and angrily yelled, "You're also an idiot! Is that the point?"

As he spoke, the old director roared into his phone: "Cut off that damn live broadcast, you idiots! How many times has he shouted that he is broadcasting live! Do you have shit stuck in your ears that you can't even hear it!!"

However, things have gradually become out of control.

In the live broadcast room with a black screen, the number of comments not only did not decrease, but it instantly exploded after the live broadcast was interrupted!

"It's too blatant!" "LAPD!! Our LAPD!!"

"Brothers from Compton! This kind of thing actually happened in Los Angeles, quick! Is there any brother nearby who can tell us what happened!"

"Everyone pay attention to me, I will go to the live broadcast immediately."

Obviously, for the Internet, the daily operations of the Compton Branch have become a huge fortune on the Internet.

Never underestimate any American's suicidal behavior.

Especially black people.

Especially in places like Compton where there are mostly black and Latino communities.

Although their low-quality education makes them easier to control, it also makes them fearless. After all, they know nothing.

On the wall not far away, Xiu Nuo looked at the scene in front of him in confusion. Later, more people came, but they were not police cars, but various civilian cars. Black people jumped out of the cars, holding their phones and yelling at the people from the Compton Branch.

How did things become like this?

In Xiuno's imagination, Lowell would either follow his own instructions and then the police would chase him all the way.

But this possibility is very small, because the fact that the police came to this place proves that they noticed the live broadcast.

The other scenario is that Rowell was pulled over and the police looked for him nearby.

This is the bait that I threw out, just like what Wang Fugui and his group did back then.

But even if you ask the most experienced fisherman to come, he will not be able to explain why the fish fights with the bait.

"I've learned a lot." Xiunuo couldn't help but sigh, then jumped down from the several-meter-high wall.

The warehouse in front of them was already brightly lit, and several remaining DEA men were holding weapons and guarding the gate with a vigilant look on their faces.

They have received news that someone is coming to attack here.

Reinforcements are still on the way. Although LAPD has been contacted for temporary support, it seems to be very lively outside.

However, what happens outside can be left to the LAPD to handle.

However, these people were not worth mentioning in Xiunuo's eyes. Xiunuo ignored them and jumped directly onto the roof and came to the window, then opened the window and climbed into the warehouse.

There are some sundries piled up in this warehouse, and there are cameras in every corner.

But Xiunuo discovered that these cameras seemed to be broken?
Not even a flashing red dot.

However, this has nothing to do with Xiunuo. The black flame appeared in the palm of his hand again, and then the black flame flew out and landed on a bundle of hemp.

Let the guys outside continue to guard.

Only after seeing the flames rising did Xiunuo nod in satisfaction. Then he stepped forward and jumped out of the window more than five meters high. Then he hooked his hand and jumped onto the roof.

When Xiunuo came out, he saw that several EDAs guarding the gate had also noticed something strange in the warehouse.

Xiunuo watched them open the door, but the next scene seemed to be wrong.

There was no anger on the faces of these guys, and they didn't even start cursing. Some of them even said excitedly: "Nice!"

Then, several DEA guys rushed to a nearby car and took down two oil drums. They poured the water-like stuff inside into the warehouse. Then, the fire suddenly became extremely fierce!
The next moment, several people got on the car and drove away through another small door.

Xiunuo looked at the scene in amazement. Although he didn't fully understand America, he was very familiar with this operation!
"Oh no! Have I become an immortal who settles accounts?"

(End of this chapter)