The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 70: What I’m Best At

Silver Lake Villa.

Jonas walked in cautiously.

Although I had already greeted the boss when I came, why was there no response when I knocked on the door just now?

"Boss?" Jonas shouted worriedly, and the lights in the room were not turned on at all.

Soon, Jonas saw Xiunuo sitting cross-legged on the carpet in the living room, and then he saw an expressionless man walking out of the kitchen.

It was a translucent humanoid creature.

The man had a blank expression on his face, and through his body one could see the outline of the open kitchen behind him. Most importantly, this thing didn't move, it actually floated out.

It even nodded slightly at Jonas.

"Ga~~" Jonas made a strange sound, then his eyes rolled up and he fell to the ground.

Xiunuo, who was meditating, opened his eyes. He looked towards the kitchen, and the latter floated towards Xiunuo with an expressionless face.

"Why did you faint from fright?" He checked on Jonas's condition.

This thing was naturally the ghost soldier that Xiunuo had previously refined using Zhang Wenxuan's soul.

In just one month, with the addition of the spiritual energy gained from the tribulation, the Yin soldiers that would have originally taken some time were now complete.

This ghost soldier Xiu Nuo tried it. It was invisible to ordinary people, which made it convenient for him to do many things.

But Jonas, who had already planted the demon seed, could see it.

Logically speaking, Jonas has seen a lot of supernatural powers, so how could he be scared like this by a ghost?
Xiunuo patted Jonas' face, and the latter slowly opened his eyes.

Then he saw a human face and a ghost face staring at him.

Jonas rolled his eyes and was about to faint, but he grabbed Xiunuo's arm with a sad smile on his face: "Boss, is this your new pet?"

"That's about right." Xiunuo walked to the sofa and sat down: "I thought you would faint again."

"After seeing you, I have nothing to fear." Jonas also stood up and moved away from the ghost.

"If anything, you have to be the one to flatter." Xiu Nuo asked, "What is it that you need to tell me in person?"

"Oh, is that so, boss?" Jonas asked. "John has been arrested for almost a month, and yesterday the prosecutor formally submitted criminal charges against John to the court."

"so what?"

"You know, John is just a homeless man. So, he doesn't meet the bail conditions without a stable job and assets. In addition, he is convicted of murder, so bail is even more impossible. Now all the publicity is done by me. The prosecutors have also noticed this matter, so they rejected many requests for interviews with John."

"Now, first there were two high-energy incidents in Los Angeles, and now there's this weird situation in the city center. Each of these incidents was so explosive that the heat of John's incident has been completely suppressed. He is still a white man, but recently, a lot of black people have died."

Xiunuo smacked his lips. “That’s a bit of a hell of a summary, Jonas.”

"You're talking about the boss. So, the prosecutors chose this time on purpose because at this time no one would care whether John was a man or a woman. Everyone's attention was on the downtown. Plus, the evidence is solid and the court will accept the case soon. If they miss this time, they will have to face those annoying human rights organizations again."

"So." Xiuno held up his chin. "This awakened righteous man will have to stay in prison from now on? That's a pity, Jonas. If a homeless shelter is to be built, he would be a good fit, right?"

Jonas nodded. "That's the theory, but we have other options."

"Oh? Without the power of public opinion, what else can we do? That guy has a complete chain of evidence."

"jury."

"Jury?" Xiu Nuo thought for a moment and then said, "I recently learned about this thing. It is a group of people who have not received professional legal training and evaluate cases based entirely on their common sense, conscience and moral concepts. So why is there such a strange system?"

Jonas shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe they are more humane than those who study law." "But I remember that they can only give a verdict of innocent until proven guilty. John doesn't seem to have any doubts."

"That's why I came to you, Boss." Jonas said with emotion, "If you want to make this case suspicious, you have to do it yourself, for example, make some key evidence disappear. As for the rest, I will tell John what to do."

Xiunuo looked at Jonas and said, "It's not that I don't believe you, Jonas, but, for such an incident with irrefutable evidence, maybe you should try other things. For example, if no one is paying attention, you can create a human rights organization to pay attention, right?"

"You're right, boss, but we need money."

"Oh, I almost forgot about this." Xiunuo said and tapped the back of his hand.

The next moment, a large amount of US dollars appeared out of thin air.

Jonas was stunned when he saw the US dollars appearing out of thin air.

After a while, Jonas asked uncertainly, "Boss, you're not going to rob a bank downtown, are you?"

"Don't think I'm such a bad person." Xiu Nuo said with some dissatisfaction: "I can get along well with a bank, but I don't rob banks."

“So this money”

"I subdued a few bank robbers on my way back," Xiunuo replied, "and called the police, who arrested them. I think Los Angeles should give me a good citizen award, right?"

Jonas, who had recovered from the shock of the US dollars, suddenly thought of what had just happened: "That's not right, boss, where is the money just now?"

"Just some minor magic tricks."

"If I'm not mistaken, they seem to appear out of thin air?"

Xiunuo waved his hand, the money flashed and then disappeared.

"Like I said, just some tricks."

Jonas swallowed hard. He had clearly seen all kinds of tricks used by this boss, but he always managed to shock him with new things.

But Jonas still said, "Boss, I roughly estimated the money just now, and it may not be enough. Even if it is enough, I dare not use it."

"You don't need it even if you have money?"

"Unidentified source." Jonas said with emotion, "You also need to pay attention to similar problems, boss. The IRS is more terrifying than the FBI and the police system! Take Los Angeles as an example. There were so many arrogant gang leaders that the LAPD and the FBI couldn't do anything to them. In the end, they were all brought to justice by the IRS because they didn't report taxes on money of unknown origin."

"Huh? So you have money but can't spend it?"

"Yes, but you can wash it. I have the channels."

"No need." Xiunuo waved his hand. "If it's not enough, forget it. Jonas, since you came here with a problem, there must be a solution, right?"

"Remember the company I mentioned?" Jonas' eyes lit up and he said quickly.

"Of course. Has it been set up?"

"No." Jonas said quickly; "It's too late to set up a company now, we can find someone to cooperate with. I happen to know a guy who used to be whitewashed. He was my former client. Boss, maybe you can talk to him."

"Let's talk?" Xiunuo raised his eyebrows. "No, no, no, Jonas, if it was a day ago, it would be fine to say this. If I'm not mistaken, we need this guy's company, right?"

"Well, it's like this."

"Very well, let's go."

"Ah? Go? What for?"

Xiunuo smiled kindly: "Of course, I will do what I am best at."

(End of this chapter)