The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 75: We must be accomplices
Obviously, both of them thought it was a sensible thing to do.

Xiu Nuo looked at the two people who were talking a little too much and knocked on the table: "Can you find me a place to stay? Preferably a quiet place."

"Of course. I'll take you there right away."

A few people went downstairs, got into a car and drove to the back. There was a villa in the back located in the mountains.

Dak said, "You can rest here first. No one will disturb you. The only guy who might disturb you is probably still in the police station."

Xiunuo nodded, then said to Jonas, "Don't keep thinking about the medicine. We have other things to remember."

"Understood, boss."

After the two left, Xiunuo came to the top-floor balcony of the villa and sat down cross-legged.

As the celestial bodies circulated, Xiunuo began his cultivation.

This is about refining medicine and creating a ghost. Although he is in the Qi Refining Stage now, his spiritual energy consumption is still quite high.

The previous rain had already depleted a lot of spiritual energy in his limbs and bones, which was why Xiunuo added demonic energy into it.

But there is good news, which is that the surrounding spiritual energy has increased a little, but only a little.

That natural disaster seemed to have brought some spiritual energy to this world.

However, if we really compare, Xiunuo feels that there is more spiritual energy in downtown Los Angeles than here.

While Xiunuo was practicing Kung Fu, Jonas and Dak were already discussing something else.

At least, the direction of the medicine has been determined. However, it is okay to add addictive substances, but the analgesic effect must be there.

After all, in America, no matter what illness you have, it's always right to prescribe you a painkiller first.

As for whether painkillers are addictive? That's your personal question. If it doesn't work, why don't you try taking some more?

Even if you are addicted, it is caused by your drug abuse. What does it have to do with my medicine?
Didn't you see this is a prescription?
"We need some money, Dak." Jonas sat opposite Dak.

"Don't look embarrassed. You're not negotiating with me. It's just that, what do you want the money for?"

"Set up a homeless shelter." Jonas replied: "Perhaps you don't know, the boss is an illegal immigrant."

"Illegal immigrant!" Dak's voice suddenly rose: "He is an illegal immigrant?"

“It’s incredible, isn’t it?”

Dak pursed his lips, then said with emotion: "I have long said that the border control officers should use live ammunition."

"Trust me, that won't do anything."

"Okay, this identity is indeed unexpected. So, the boss sympathizes with those homeless people? I'm not being presumptuous, but I just think the word sympathy doesn't fit the boss at all."

"He fucked a sympathetic homeless man, and after being pitied, he killed an old friend who cheated on his wife and wanted to fuck him."

"I knew it wouldn't be that simple!"

Dak took a deep breath and said, "So what is this homeless shelter for?"

"It is obvious that the boss is a philanthropic person. He hopes to spread his love and light to more people. He hopes that more people can get his sympathy."

"Oh, fuck! I can't even look at this word anymore. You know what, Joe? If America is destroyed someday in the future, we two will definitely be among the accomplices!"

"You don't have to do it."

"No, I hate being a victim more than being an accomplice. I understand that you need a safe source of funds, so you chose me."

"I can only choose you, Dake. You know, I only know a few truly wealthy people, just like you have always wanted to squeeze into that circle."

"Then I should have a drink with you."

After taking a sip of wine, Dake spoke again: "So, you want to set up a charity organization for the homeless, but you don't have enough money, so you want me to pay for it."

"What a great business, Dake. You can get a big tax deduction for your donation."

"It's pretty good. So good that if I can live another 50 years, I will have to consider the issue of inheritance tax avoidance!"

At this point, Dak said helplessly: "If you need money, you can find another way."

"Do you think the boss needs money?" "Well, it seems not, but it also needs money. Otherwise, why did you come to me?"

"Obviously, the boss doesn't want to conflict with this country yet. He wants those things to be done within the rules."

"I understand." Dak nodded. "You go register the organization, and I'll get the first round of funding. If you need it, I have a piece of land in Los Angeles that I can give to you."

"You're changing fast Duck."

"Because I saw that the Bazel family could become a pharmaceutical giant just like that lucky guy by relying on a drug! Moreover, we are more competitive. After all, losing weight is something that both men and women need!"

Ethan Lawn pointed to the two bodies on the ground and said, "We may have to take these away, but you will have to deal with the others."

Jim looked at this hellish scene with a serious expression.

Who would do such a cruel thing? It would be fine if the human traffickers died, but why were all the guys in the cages killed as well?

"May I ask you something?" Jim couldn't help but look at Ethan.

Ethan shook his head slightly. "I don't know what you are going to ask, Officer Jim, but please understand that I went to the LAPD because the CIA has no law enforcement power in the country and we need your cooperation. So, no matter what you ask later, I have only one answer."

"It involves state secrets and is not convenient to disclose."

Jim looked at the two bodies that the CIA was going to take away. They both had Asian faces.

If I remember correctly, Ethan said in the director's office that one of their own died here as well?

Jim shook his head. He suddenly felt that the water was a little deep.

Los Angeles has been giving him surprises at every turn lately.

Jim looked at the scene, then called Hogan and said, "Turn up all the surrounding surveillance."

"But boss, it seems that all the surveillance here is broken."

"Then we'll investigate one by one until we find something useful. Oh, collect evidence at the scene, and confirm the victim's interpersonal relationships. I don't believe that a madman who killed a hundred people can disappear in Los Angeles!"

Inside the LAPD, the old chief’s face was filled with confusion.

Why did Duck suddenly change his personality and ask me to send his son to prison?
He also promised that the previous benefits would not be reduced at all, as long as his son could be kept in prison.

Is this some kind of new-age expression of fatherly love?

But the old director was very happy because it meant that he could have a stable life after retirement without doing anything.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

Robin walked in, holding a document in his hand and placed it on the old director's desk: "You should have received the news, right?"

"Of course, the bank case now belongs to your FBI. After all, whether it is the amount of money involved or the personnel composition, it is no longer Los Angeles's business."

"Thank you for your understanding. This is the person we are taking away for investigation. If it is okay, please sign it."

The old director picked up the document and took a look. The names were all of the idiots who had been caught and didn’t escape.

There are many reasons why they were caught. Some were too greedy and took too much and could not run away. Some bumped into the police's arms when they ran out. Some arrived a little late and ran inside with the police. While the police were still looking for the robbers, they had already rushed in and shouted robbery.

There was another one who went in with a gun to rob, but when he pulled out the gun, he didn't hold it firmly and the gun fell. The security guard picked it up and subdued him.

The LAPD arrested a lot of people this time, but didn't recover any money.

The old director put down the documents, picked up the pen and said casually: "A riot caused by a natural disaster can make you take over a case you already have on hand. Does Washington want to rely on those thunder and lightning to accuse God of terrorism?"

The old director, who was about to sign, was suddenly stunned.

Because he saw a familiar name from it.

"Xiong En Bazel."

How did this idiot get targeted by the FBI?
Although he was puzzled, the old director still signed it, and then asked casually: "I really don't think these arrested idiots have any value."

"Who said it wasn't?" Robin took the document, glanced at it and continued, "But suddenly an order came from above, asking me to bring them to our office. I just obeyed the order."

(End of this chapter)