The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 59: Who has a problem?

The Gunfight in Compton

LAPD discriminates against minorities

Why the police point their guns at their own citizens

"A strange gunfight in Compton once again makes you realize how important it is to own a gun"

Newspapers appeared on Xiunuo's desk.

"What era is this?" Xiunuo drank Coke and looked at Jonas in front of him: "You're still using newspapers? Right, Fugui."

Wang Fugui nodded quickly: "That's right, boss."

Jonas sat there helplessly: "I want to tell you that this matter is really too lively."

"Those minority human rights organizations are concerned about the guy who was shot into a hedgehog by the Taser, and the civil rights organizations are concerned about the police who fired the first shot. And the gun dealers, yes, those damn gun dealers will not miss any opportunity to spread the crisis and make people buy guns!"

Xiu Nuo shrugged his shoulders: "At least this thing was reported in the newspaper."

"Of course we have to report it. The number of accounts blocked last night is probably more than the things I have said. It's too much! These media outlets will not miss any opportunity to suppress the American government. If they do, the price must have been negotiated. But it is obvious that the speed of the Internet has caused the group of Wall Street Jewish elites behind these media outlets to become completely popular before they have time to bargain with Los Angeles."

"So, they gave up asking for the price and embraced the traffic. Those Jews have always been like this. Nothing can stop them from making money. They are a bunch of damn vampires!"

Wang Fugui looked at Jonas strangely: "Aren't you all white? And you are also an 'elite', right? Why do I feel like you look down on those people?"

Jonas said calmly, "I am one-quarter German."

"Understood."

Xiunuo knocked on the table: "Okay, I already know about this matter. How is Compton now?"

"Compton is great," Jonas said with emotion. "Everyone is praising you! You got rid of a gang! And you treated the whole city to a night of partying! But the LAPD hates you to death now. More than half of the police in Compton are in the hospital because of contraband."

"What about the remaining half?"

"Because I'm facing administrative leave due to last night's gunfight, and I don't know when I'll be sued. Boss, I'm going to go to Purdon next."

"doing what?"

"Of course, we should find some innocent people who were shot last night to sue the LAPD. No, we should find those who were killed by the police. The police fired the first shot. However, this business is not easy to grab. Many of my friends in Compton are already concerned about those innocent black people. Provide them with free legal aid."

"Free?"

"Yes, but their share of the compensation will be larger by then."

At this point, Jonas added: "Boss, our team may need a black person."

"why?"

"If there was a black person involved in what happened last night, we could naturally set up a foundation to collect donations for the guys who were victimized this time."

"Help them?"

"Of course, we can give them one percent of the donation. As for the rest of the money, we can always find a way to deal with it when the time comes, right?"

Xiu Nuo rubbed his head and said, "Forget it, there is no rush for this matter, but there is a boy who you can keep an eye on. By the way, Fugui." Xiu Nuo looked at Wang Fugui and said, "Regarding what you said, that is your business. The only help I can give you is..."

He raised his hand and touched Wang Fugui's forehead, and said after a moment, "Go back and try."

Wang Fugui was ecstatic: "This is the boss I need. You don't know, those guys are a little bit unlike human beings now!"

"Okay, I need to rest."

Wang Fugui and Jonas left.

As they were leaving, they noticed a policeman coming out of the house next door.

Jonas extended his hand and said hello. "Oh, Officer Jim, it's a nice day today."

Jim glanced at Jonas, nodded, and got into his police car.

Wang Fugui was a little surprised: "Why doesn't he dare to answer you? Do you two have a grudge?"

"How would I know?" Jonas looked puzzled. "I didn't do anything except complaining to him once. What happened to this guy?"

Inside the room, Xiunuo held his chin and looked at his phone.

In addition to what is published in newspapers, there is much more information on the Internet.

One of them said that the Sweatshirt Man was unfair. Why was it that only Los Angeles and the West Coast could celebrate Carnival? They demanded that the Sweatshirt Man tour the country!

There are also people who mock the LAPD, saying that they have caught the suspect, but where did this Compton incident come from?

Of course, some people are questioning whether the behavior of this hoodie man is just, as a fire has turned everyone into a potential drug addict. He has crossed the law and killed and set fire! Why should we cheer for him?

For some reason, when Xiunuo saw this thing, he felt like tears welling up in his eyes.

Yes! That's right! I'm a bad person! I'm a bad person who kills people and burns people!
Confidant! This is a confidant!
When Xiunuo was about to say something in support, the thing disappeared. It seemed that it was destroyed because of the scolding.

Obviously, this kind of thing is not suitable to appear when the whole network is celebrating. Ordinary people are cheering for the demise of gangs, drug addicts are celebrating for zero-dollar drug use, and various "elites" and non-profit organizations are looking for some angle to get gold coins from the LAPD.

After looking through it, Xiunuo suddenly found something wrong.

Something was wrong that even Jonas hadn't noticed.

What they burned was the DEA's temporary warehouse, but there seems to be no news about the Drug Enforcement Administration?
Everyone was paying attention to the city's fun, everyone was paying attention to the Compton police and gangsters, but no one seemed to care where the burning contraband came from, where could so many contraband be stored! Xiu Nuo clearly said where it was during the live broadcast, but now, that sentence was like a drop in the ocean under the turbulent waves of public opinion, without causing a single ripple.

"The DEA is really good at hiding in plain sight." Xiu Nuo put down his phone. "It's just that if I help you settle the account, the interest you have to pay might be a bit high."

Xiunuo said this as his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​​​knowledge.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, even though he had put all his spirit, soul, essence and blood into battle last night, the evil energy that was born was still suppressed by the power of the incense.

Every time Xiunuo saw this scene, he felt a little amused and helpless.

Although it can improve your cultivation, how can I put it?

If I, a dignified demon cultivator, cultivate a virtuous and upright body, would that be considered a problem? If so, is it a problem with me, or is it a problem with this world?
(End of this chapter)