The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 68: Where did it come from!

No matter how much Jim regretted it at this moment, he had to face this fact.

Jim didn't understand how an illegal immigrant, who was still in a border prison a month ago, was able to integrate into the United States so quickly.

If he just lived in Silver Lake, the neighbors there would say that this guy rarely went out, and they could say that it was the lunatic Jonas who did this to learn something.

But why could he chat so happily with this group of people in a bank?
If we were to ask who is the most snobbish in America, if the banks say they are second, who would dare to say they are first?

Jim couldn't think of any other connection between illegal immigrants and banks other than robbery.

Jim took a deep breath and walked over. He didn't respond to Xiunuo's greeting and said directly: "Can anyone tell me what happened here?"

The bank manager was also a shrewd man. Seeing this, he smiled and said, "It seems that you have some problems with this police officer. And he doesn't seem to have gotten any advantage from you. Are you a lawyer?"

"Believe me, even a lawyer would be willing to talk to him." Xiunuo said, "Go talk to Officer Jim. Obviously, you need his help more."

The manager walked over to Jim and began to talk about what had happened here.

The people around Jim were recording information and took out a form.

All the procedures were almost completed, and Jim finally couldn't help but ask: "Why is he here?"

"Oh, you mean Mr. Xiu? He's a kind-hearted man. He even let us know that one of the robbers' name is Pachi Rio."

"Well? How did you do that?"

"Maybe it's because of his wisdom. You may not believe it, but since he came to our bank, no robbers have entered our bank. We are all very grateful to him."

Jim was stunned when he heard this, and then said dissatisfiedly: "Sir, I should remind you that maybe it's not because he is here that the robbers dare not come, but because the LAPD arrived, so the robbers ran away."

"Really?" The manager suddenly realized, "Thanks to LAPD. If I remember correctly, our Puton Bank has an alarm system directly connected to the police station. LAPD was able to respond in a short time."

The manager glanced at his watch and said, "It took them only 45 minutes to get here. This is really fast. The robbers were able to leave a few hundred dollars in our vault. Thank you, Officer Jim. You have allowed us to leave a few hundred dollars in the vault of our small branch."

When the policemen nearby heard this, they looked at the manager with dissatisfaction.

Jim also frowned and said, "It's not just you, Mr. Bank."

"Of course I know that." The bank manager still had a smile on his face. "I'm glad you didn't use any other excuses, Officer Jim. Otherwise, I would have thought that our tax money was used to support a group of people who only knew how to collect corpses."

Well, we can’t continue the conversation.

"Okay, in that case, we have recorded the situation and we will solve the case as soon as possible. We will take the surveillance video away. I hope your surveillance is not damaged by the previous weather. Oh, and I hope your bank can send someone to the police station to identify the suspect's face in the database." Jim waved his hand and said, "Next one."

Jim was about to leave with his men, and Xiunuo also stood up: "Looks like I can go home now. Thank you for your help. I will consider this place later."

"It's our honor." The bank manager's attitude towards Xiunuo was obviously different from that towards Jim.

Xiunuo and Jim left the bank at the same time. Several police officers looked at Xiunuo with some disgust, but Jim thought about it and walked to Xiunuo's side.

Before Xiu Nuo could speak, Jim spoke first: "Mr. Xiu, I think we need to have a good chat. It has nothing to do with any case. I don't mean to discriminate at all, and I don't assume anything messy. It's just a simple chat. Of course, after I take off my police uniform. Is it convenient for you?"

"If I'm fine." Xiunuo pointed to the bank in front and said, "Go do your job first, Officer Jim. The LAPD must be short-staffed right now. You'll probably have to work overtime today."

"Okay, in that case, see you later."

"No problem, but maybe you don't have to be so cautious when we meet again."

Jim laughed dryly twice and didn't respond.

Not careful?
If you are not careful, you will put so many hats on my head! Jim was relieved when he saw Xiunuo leave.

Hogan said dissatisfiedly: "Boss, does this guy have anything to do with this? He is just an illegal immigrant, how did he come here? Did you see the bank manager? He looks even more flattering than my dog."

"Don't make wild guesses without evidence, unless you want to be reported." Jim said with emotion: "Haven't you figured it out yet? This guy...is not someone we can easily investigate."

“But now I think there’s something wrong with him.”

"why?"

"Why is he doing so well?"

Jim looked at his men helplessly, and then said: "You'd better only tell me this, otherwise I can't guarantee that I won't go to court to see you next time."

Hogan pursed his lips, then said, "If we can't do it, aren't there some outsiders in the bureau now? Maybe the FBI has a way. This guy's methods are like a spy. His appearance is too coincidental, isn't it? Maybe this incident was planned by him!"

Jim frowned, "You mean controlling lightning?"

"Maybe? Isn't it said that the East is researching weather weapons?"

"Where did you hear that?"

"We have all studied it, how could they not do it!"

At this point, Hogan suddenly realized, "If that's the case, in addition to the FBI, the CIA may also need to come."

Jim shook his head. "Well, put away your theory, Hogan. We still have at least three banks and five stores to go to! I don't want to go home until the early hours of the morning!"

By nightfall, word of the chaos in downtown Los Angeles had spread.

If the previous city-wide partying only made drug addicts feel envious, then this time being able to buy it from the bank for zero dollar is something that countless Americans are envious of!
Especially when seeing the moment when the robbers came out of the bank with large and small bags in the mobile phone videos, countless people couldn't hold back.

Many people online criticized the bank's security for being non-existent and the LAPD for being incompetent. The robbers ran away with bags of money, but where was the LAPD? Where was the patrol car?

Are these people really criticizing the American police system? Admittedly, some are, but most of them are jealous that it was not them who came out of the bank.

But the LAPD also has something to say. We need people to respond to police calls, right? But now half of the LAPD's police force is either in the hospital or on administrative leave.

Being able to send people over there is already the limit of the LAPD!

Patch was huddled in a motel, nervously staring at the TV in front of him.

He was just a homeless man before, not a gang member, and after the initial revelry, Patch is now afraid.

Afraid that the police would find him.

But whatever you fear will come to you.

When Patch saw his photo appear on TV, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

Didn’t the previous news say that the surveillance cameras of these banks were damaged by the thunderstorm? How could my information appear?

But immediately, Patch's fear turned into anger.

The news report said: "Patsch Rio is one of the suspects temporarily confirmed by LAPD at the Purdue Bank. According to the information disclosed by Purdue Bank, Mr. Pasch robbed a total of 1.2 million US dollars from Purdue Bank."

Patch was so angry that he opened his cash box, took a look at the US dollars inside, pointed at the TV and cursed: "Bitch Puton Bank! I don't even have 200,000 US dollars! Where did the one million come from?!"

(End of this chapter)