The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 60: Applying What You Learn

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Inside the LAPD office, Jim was scratching his head.

Although he didn't have to worry about this matter anymore, he couldn't figure it out!

I really can’t figure it out.

That live broadcast, he heard the sound of that live broadcast!

That damn voice belongs to that illegal immigrant.

Jim was staring at the map in front of him. The place where the incident occurred was more than 50 kilometers away from Silver Lake. If the distance to be walked was taken into account, 60 kilometers was the minimum. If the route was not chosen well, 70 or 80 kilometers would be normal.

For this distance, if you drive with green lights all the way and taking into account factors like fewer cars at night, half an hour is the minimum, right?

It took about five minutes from the time the fire started to the time the gunfight began.

It took me fifteen minutes to rush to Silver Lake with the alarm on. Although I was delayed for ten minutes on the way because of car repairs, it still took me about half an hour to arrive at Silver Lake.

At this time, the illegal immigrant should not be at home.

Even though I just got back, there was no information of any vehicles parked in front of my house. I checked the surveillance footage myself last night and no vehicles nearby entered the Yinhu community at a similar time.

Most importantly, the illegal immigrant’s neighbor swore that no vehicles appeared nearby yesterday.

How did that illegal immigrant get back in such a short time?
Did I really find the wrong person?
How did I first think he was suspicious? Because when I was investigating Rolana's relationship, I found Jonas, and when I was investigating Jonas's assets, I found that an Oriental person had moved into a property in Silver Lake that was under his name.

Then investigate this Oriental man.

Now, I can be sure that this Oriental man is the Hoodie Man, but I am also sure that all my evidence points to the fact that the Hoodie Man is not the Oriental man.

Unless he is Superman.

But how is this possible!

That.
"A gang? Or maybe twins?" Jim thought of this, but immediately shook his head.

No, the way they talk, they can't be twins!

That bastard is more American than I am in this matter!
Jim couldn't understand it at all, it was so illogical.

He opened his phone again, and the internet had gone crazy because of the hoodie man.

In particular, the scene of him walking out of the flames was made into various videos and circulated.

Some say he is an angel who punishes sin and is not afraid of fire.

Some people say that he is a demon from hell, who came here to take away his own kind.

But Jim knew that no matter whether they were angels or demons, they did not belong to America, but that illegal immigrant was different, he had already integrated into America! This was the most terrifying thing.

Just when Jim was completely at a loss for ideas, Hogan and a few guys came up behind him.

"Boss." Hogan's voice sounded.

Jim looked over, and after seeing the person behind him, he roughly understood who was coming.

Without waiting for Hogan to introduce himself, the leading white man took out his ID: "Robin, Robin Norman, federal agent."

The three letters FBI on the ID card are a bit eye-catching.

Robin held out his hand to Jim. "Nice to meet you, Chief Jim. I heard you were investigating the MacArthur Park case, right?"

Jim extended his hand and shook it, then replied, "You guys are a lot later than I thought."

Robin smiled and said, "It can't be helped. No one would have thought that this matter could become so serious. So, is there anything you can share with us? The sooner we catch that guy, the easier it will be for us."

Jim pouted, then pulled Hogan over and ordered, "Take them to get the information, Hogan, I have something else to do."

Obviously, Jim didn't have a good impression of these FBI agents.

In fact, close cooperation between the police system and the FBI is usually a plot in movies and TV series.

In reality, the relationship between the two is a bit subtle.

In theory, the FBI can investigate the police. It is not uncommon for the FBI to set traps for the police, not to mention that investigating police corruption is also the job of the FBI. At least Jim has several old friends who were sent in by the FBI. However, facing Jim who was obviously not happy with them, Robin still smiled and nodded: "Thank you for the trouble."

Hogan took them away, but before they had gone far, a phone call came in.

After Jim answered the phone, his face was instantly filled with fatigue: "Okay, I got it, I'll take people there right away. I knew this shit would definitely happen."

Jim hung up the phone and shouted into the distance: "Hogan! Let someone else find something for them, you come with me!"

On the streets of Los Angeles, a group of people holding various anti-discrimination signs are marching.

This is an extremely severe test for the already thin police force in Los Angeles.

When Jim led the team to the scene, a group of police officers could only watch from the sidelines. They didn't want to mess with these guys at the moment.

All they can do is try to prevent the situation from escalating.

Jim looked at the people in the team with an unpleasant expression. "I saw a lot of homeless people from the city center in there. Damn it. It's ok for white people, but why are there Asians in there?"

"Who knows." The subordinate next to him said helplessly: "Have you seen that guy, boss? The short guy, an Oriental guy, I drove him away several times. I think his name is Yang. But it doesn't matter. Most likely the organizers gave these homeless people money before they were willing to come. After all, it's dinner time now."

"Okay, stand up straight." As an experienced sheriff, Jim glanced around and said, "The group of reporters are here. I saw several annoying familiar faces in the crowd."

The men around him immediately straightened their clothes.

The marching team slowly moved forward. Most of the people in the team were black, with some white and Asian people.

However, it is impossible to expect a group of black people to have a good parade, especially at this time. This is also the significance of the police's presence here.

I saw some radical black people starting to smash the glass of the shops nearby. At first, some good quality shops were fine, but when the window of a shop with not much social experience was broken, a group of black people rushed in immediately.

Yes, the parade is a means, and the goal of some of the guys participating in the parade is to buy things for free without having to worry about community labor!

"I fucking knew it!" Jim's face turned terribly dark.

"What should we do, boss?" The subordinate couldn't help but ask, "We don't need to worry about this, right? We usually don't care about it anyway."

"That's because we didn't run into them! That's because there aren't any damn cameras!" Jim glanced over and said angrily, "Don't you see that the cameras are pointed at us now? Do you want taxpayers all over the country to find out that they are using their taxes to support a bunch of idiots who don't stop crimes when they see them? Arrest them, idiot! If we catch one, we can take him back to the police station!"

With Jim's order, a group of people rushed forward immediately.

When the black people who had already bought the goods for free saw the police, they ran away.

Those who came out first are running, and those who come out later are also running, but as long as they run faster than their companions, it's fine.

Soon, the police officers pinned down several people, including a woman.

The black girl who was pinned down was very calm and even cooperated with the police very skillfully.

But at this moment, another black girl rushed out of the crowd, holding a cell phone and yelling at the police: "Let him go! Damn it, let her go! What did she do wrong to treat her like this! Send the female police over!"

This woman did not participate in the zero-dollar purchase just now, and now she was standing in front of the police. For a moment, the police officers didn't know what to do.

Not only that, many cameras were directed towards this side like sharks smelling blood.

At this moment, Jim realized that he must have accidentally fallen into the trap of some human rights organizations.

But something suddenly flashed through Jim's mind, and he shouted at the stopped police officer: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and take the man to the police car!"

The police officer took action again, and the woman did not stop him. She had found her target. She came to Jim with her cell phone in hand and said, "Why don't you get a female police officer? Doesn't LAPD have any female police officers?"

Facing the mobile phone in front of him and the many cameras around him, Jim, who was under the spotlight, asked sincerely and puzzledly: "What did you say, ma'am?"

"Why don't we let female police officers enforce the law? Is it to make it easier for male police officers to commit indecent acts? Answer me, Mr. Sheriff." The woman's lines were obviously prepared long ago.

Jim cleared his throat, looked at the feminist in front of him, and said with a strange look on his face: "Miss, how can you assume the gender of our police officers?"

The aggressive black girl froze instantly after hearing these words. At this moment, she felt as if her brain had crashed.

"What???"

Jim looked at the cameras around him, smiled politely at the black man, then walked past her and escorted the man into the car.

At this moment, Jim felt that his career, which had been dead, might really have a second spring!
Thanks to that illegal immigrant! Maybe I should talk to him in a different identity.

(End of this chapter)