The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 58: Police and gangster movie

Flames and thick smoke rose behind him.

The Compton Police Department had no idea what was inside, so they were not prepared with any gas masks or anything like that.

In fact, the only information they received was that the hoodie man showed up and burned down a nightclub.

The order from above is to arrest the freak wearing a hoodie, although they don't understand why wearing a hoodie is a freak.

As a result, we received a message on the way that it was the DEA asking for support, saying that the guy in the sweatshirt was about to attack one of their safe houses.

The exchange of information among various judicial departments in the United States is like a girl's second marriage. It should be concealed if possible.

Don't find it incredible. After all, it's not uncommon for the police, DEA, and FBI to investigate an organization and when they close the net they all think the other party is the target and start fighting each other. This is not uncommon in America.

It can be said that apart from the IRS (Federal Internal Revenue Service) which can ask these three brothers to unconditionally provide some information and share the progress of the investigation, Washington cannot do this.

And now, Compton police officers and the endless stream of black guys who come to cheer have become the latest victims.

They are completely high on it and can do anything!
For example, some police officers who had long been fed up with this group of black people pulled out their guns and pulled the trigger without any hesitation!
But, where is this place!
This is fucking Compton!
This is the West Coast! This is the home of hip-hop! This is where the gangs hang out! Who are the people who would come here so soon knowing what's going on?

We can spoil you like this!
After the sudden gunshots, the black men who were holding their cell phones and making trouble retreated cursing. Then, the group of people who found shelter pulled out their weapons from their waists, the driver's seat, and the trunk!

A battle between police and criminals comparable to that of American blockbusters begins in Compton!

Inside the LAPD police station, the old chief sat in his seat in a daze, watching the images coming from the helicopter.

"It's over. It's all over. Quick! Send more people!"

Jim seemed to have thought of something and rushed out of the meeting room.

Jim drove all the way to Silver Lake. Los Angeles was reveling at night, and many bars were showing the police and gangster battle in Compton on the screens. There shouldn't be too many war correspondents from different perspectives.

Jim pulled the siren and practically stepped on the accelerator into the tank. His destination was only one place - where the illegal immigrant lived!
When passing an intersection, a sudden brake sound was heard!

Two police cars with sirens blaring almost collided with each other!
In other words, Jim was experienced, and the car crashed into the green belt without causing a more tragic car accident.

"Oh, fuck!" Jim got out of the car angrily, his hand already on the gun at his waist. He wanted to see which blind guy was meddling in this matter at this time!
But when Jim saw the police car that also left long tire marks, he was stunned.

The three letters DEA are so eye-catching.

"Fuck!!" A familiar voice appeared as the car door opened.

An old black man got out of the car and when he saw Jim, his eyes widened: "Old Jim! Are you fucking going to die!"

"Lucas!" Jim looked at the guy in front of him: "Why are you here?"

"Why am I here?" Lucas raised his voice. "I need to ask you guys something, Jim! Don't you know what the LAPD did? The whole city of Compton is going crazy! One of our hidden safe houses was exposed over there, and we asked the LAPD for help, but what did you help with?"

"Live broadcast of shooting a poor black guy to pieces with a Taser! Then shooting at the black people rushing over! Is this your IA-LAPD assistance?"

"I know all this." Jim looked at Lucas in confusion: "So, I'm curious about what you are doing?"

"We are going to Compton! All the forces that can be mobilized are heading to Compton! And I, I am a fucking nigger! So I have to go to Compton to stop the situation from escalating! Should I continue to count on you? You can even shoot at civilians!"

Jim was silent. There was nothing he could do. He couldn't refute this. Although he wanted to say that those niggers didn't look like civilians,
Lucas's angry look made Jim choose not to continue to provoke him at this time.

Even now Jim is glad that he is not the chief, and even feels that his career, which was once somewhat dim, seems to have seen a glimmer of light, although it is immoral to think about this at this time. "Okay, Lucas, I apologize to you on behalf of the LAPD, although I know it seems useless, so if you want to rush to Compton, go quickly. I won't disturb you, and everything else can be discussed when you come back."

"I hope you really think so." Lucas obviously didn't give him a good look. After getting in the car again, he started the car and left.

Jim got into his police car, but when he tried to start it, it kept squeaking and wouldn't start.

"Fuck!" Jim slammed the steering wheel angrily. But he had no choice but to get out of the car and open the hood to see what was wrong.

In the car, a black man looked at the scene behind and said, "Boss, Jim is coming down to fix the car."

"Yeah. That's good."

"So, what is that guy going to do?"

"I don't know," Lucas said.

"I don't know why we are doing this?"

"This incident was caused by the guy in the hoodie." Lucas looked straight ahead with a calm expression: "Old Jim is an experienced sheriff, otherwise the LAPD would not have thrown this arrest mission to him. Although they finally found an unlucky guy to temporarily cover up the matter, but these guys must have clues."

"Now all the useful people have gone south, and only he is running north. Why do you think that is?"

"Does he know who the Hoodie Man is?"

"That's impossible. If he knew for sure that he should take people to arrest him, he should know who the suspect is. But... it doesn't matter. At least, the LAPD can't have a clear direction for the investigation. By the way, are all the things over there ready?"

"Well, it's almost done. This fire can help us solve many problems."

“That’s fine.” Lucas closed his eyes slightly, then pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth: “I am also a little grateful to this hoodie boy. I even want to protect him. No, we may really have to protect him. After all, he is so useful.”

A laugh rang out from inside the car: "Who said it wasn't?"

After repairing the car, Jim drove all the way to Silver Lake. After arriving at the place, Jim first asked someone to retrieve the nearby street surveillance to determine whether any car had come here.

Only then did he arrive at the door of Xiunuo's villa and carefully checked whether there were any signs of a car there.

Then Jim knocked on the door.

A moment later, the door opened and Jim saw Xiunuo yawning at the door.

Before Jim could speak, Xiu Nuo spoke first: "Officer Jim, right? I remember you? Have you contacted my lawyer?"

Jim blinked and confirmed several times that it was Xiunuo. He took a deep breath and asked, "Would you like to chat if you have time? I mean in private, not like a police interrogation, just a casual chat between friends."

"I'm busy. Who would be nice enough to hang out with a man at night? I'm not gay!"

Jim seemed to have found a flaw: "Sir, what do you mean by this? Are you discriminating against homosexuals?"

Xiu Nuo frowned and looked at Jim: "Officer Jim, what are you talking about? Are you assuming my gender?"

Jim opened his mouth but no sound came out.

Fuck! Lost again!!

(End of this chapter)