The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 69: Rotate, all can rotate.

"The LAPD spokesperson said that they hope that the public will voluntarily return the cash they found to avoid unnecessary disputes."

"Morgan Bank announced at a press conference today that the direct losses from the lightning disaster in Los Angeles could be as high as hundreds of millions of yuan."

"The Commonwealth Bank said in a press conference today that they are actively inspecting the Commonwealth Bank Building to find out the cause of the accident."

"The number of emergency patients in Los Angeles hospitals has increased dramatically today, most of whom were bitten by rats. The rat problem in Los Angeles has once again aroused public dissatisfaction."

"Our reporter investigated and found that many shops are preparing to jointly sue the Federal Bank and demand compensation for their losses."

"Peter Hall's relatives have decided to sue the LAPD. It is reported that Peter Hall was shot dead for robbing a Morgan Bank with a gun. His relatives said that Peter was a good man and a good neighbor. If you really know him, you will..."

With a click, the TV was turned off.

The old director was sitting dejectedly in his seat, his coffee cup had been replaced with a wine glass, and Jim was sitting opposite him.

"My career is over, right Jim?" the old director said helplessly to his schoolmate.

Jim was silent for a moment, then spoke up: "This is the Chief of Disaster. It's not the LAPD that should bear the consequences, but other departments."

"So many banks have been robbed, Jim." The old chief smiled bitterly, "It's not about the killing of a few black people, or the burning contraband floating all over Los Angeles, it's about the banks being robbed! And now we don't even have the ability to recover the money, the damn surveillance is all broken! Including the traffic cameras!"

"You know what, Jim? We can offend black people, but that will only lead to a group of black people taking to the streets to protest. We can offend the public, but that will only lead to them yelling at us. We can even offend politicians, because politicians always have political enemies. But! We can't offend these damn bankers!"

Jim comforted him, "Don't be so pessimistic, Director. Maybe they are thanking you now. A bank robbery will allow them to make a big fuss about taxes, right?"

"No, no, no." The old director looked at the Los Angeles scenery outside the window and shook his head. "Those are a bunch of bastards who wouldn't even spend their own money on finding an actress. So what if they make a fuss about the lost money? In their eyes, their money is still gone. The money in their hands went into the hands of those poor people. They can't stand that! If it's just one or two banks, it's fine. But tell me, how many banks are there in the city center?"

"What they need is for us to recover the money while they can do something about it! If we can't do that, just wait, within a week, I will probably be kicked out of this position I've held for seven years!"

Jim already understood what was going on: "So, what do you need me to do?"

"Try to capture as many people as possible and bring back as much money as possible."

"But Chief, this time it's not just the bank that's in trouble, it's all the stores as well. Most importantly, we have no one left, Chief."

The director was stunned: "Another shortage of staff?"

"There is a real shortage this time. A lot of LAPD police officers have been transferred to Compton to help, right? The police force available to the LAPD is less than half of what it used to be. Most of them are guarding those more famous communities. It is already difficult to complete the work assigned by the police center. This matter may have to be handed over to the FBI for investigation."

"FBI?" The old director raised his voice slightly. "What are they investigating? Are they sending God to prison? Or are they asking them to deal with the gangs and get them to hand over their money with their IDs? Damn it, then we'll really just have to collect their bodies! I'll be able to retire in three years, but what happened in just this month could ruin my first half of life!"

Just as the old director was complaining to Jim, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

A police officer came in and said, "Chief, someone wants to talk to you."

The old director had a dark face: "I don't want to talk to anyone right now! Not even the FBI!"

“He’s from the CIA.”

The old chief was stunned: "CIA? Why are they here? Are there spies in our police station?"

"So, Chief, they want..." The old chief sighed, "Let them in. I probably won't hear anything worse than a group of people robbing a bank today. Unless they say I'm a spy."

After a while, several guys in suits walked in, led by a standard white man with blond hair and blue eyes.

The man shook hands with the old chief and introduced himself: "Ethan, Ethan Lawn, we have some things that may require the assistance of LAPD in investigating."

As he spoke, Ethan glanced at Jim.

The old chief said calmly, "If you need our help, you must need Jim. He is the best sheriff we have here."

"Okay." Ethan didn't say anything nonsense, but took out a folder and handed it to the old director: "You can take a look at this."

The old director opened the file with the mentality that nothing could be worse than the collective bank robbery in the city center today, but after seeing the content, he stood up immediately!
"This"

Jim took the document from the table and took a look at it. Then his face changed drastically: "One hundred and thirty-two people! All dead!"

"One hundred and forty-six people to be exact, and fourteen of them are from a human smuggling organization."

"What about the remaining one hundred or so people?"

“Illegal immigrants who were tried and removed from the country by immigration court.”

The old director let out a long sigh: "You scared me."

But Ethan continued; "There's one of our sleeper agents in here, and you should probably take a look at this."

Ethan held up his phone and played a video.

In the video, many bodies have been covered with white cloth, but there are still many bodies in cages. Of course, this is not the point. The point is that some TV stations are already reporting on this matter!
"Temple Street, what just happened." Ethan said calmly.

The old director's face turned black: "Damn it, why didn't those bastards from the City Wall Branch report anything?"

"This is not something we should consider." Ethan looked at the old chief: "I now need the cooperation of LAPD in investigating this matter. We need your permission before we can intervene. I believe you also hope that we can find out the truth about this matter as soon as possible, right?"

The old chief sat down on the chair as if he was deflated: "Jim, take our friend to the City Wall Branch."

Jim nodded, and then said, "It seems a little fast."

"Those guys are more impatient than I thought."

Jim left. The old director sat in his seat, thought for a moment, and said to himself, "I need to think about it for the future."

As he spoke, the old director took out a pen and began to write a letter of resignation.

After finishing it, he thought about it and started writing another letter of recommendation.

After writing all this, the old director took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Oh, Mr. Dark, it's me. That's right. Well, I thought about the position you mentioned last time. This proposal seems to be very good. Well, don't worry, I will take care of it. They are just some ignorant teenagers. How can they grow hemp? As for robbing a bank, it is even more impossible. They are just a few poor guys who were affected. In twenty minutes, I promise that you will have dinner with your son."

(End of this chapter)