The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 76 Treat everyone equally

Los Angeles is quite quiet tonight.

The lights in the city center were dim, and the power system damaged by lightning could not be repaired at least today.

There are no homeless people on the streets because the homeless people in the city center have "picked up" a lot of money, and theoretically they all have enough money to stay in a motel tonight.

Some who are lucky enough can at least live a life of financial freedom for the next few years, such as Patch, the bandit who robbed millions of dollars.

But now, Patch feels that he is not living well.

He had just thrown away his cell phone.

He wasn't worried about the police finding him, but about Patch finding out he was famous.

His four brothers and several aunts whose names he could not remember called him and asked how he was doing.

At first Patch didn't understand whether they cared about the bounty on their heads or their savings.

But after hearing only police sirens and not seeing a police car stop near him for the entire afternoon, Patch was certain that these people were coming for his savings.

He had to throw his phone away because he found that the police didn't seem to plan to look for him except to issue a wanted warrant, but his family members would definitely find him!

But throwing away the phone did not bring good luck to Patch, because Patch discovered a horrible phenomenon, that is, his neighbor was taken away.

Yes, taken away.

Although he had obtained hundreds of thousands of U.S. dollars, Patch couldn't think of any way to launder it. In fact, he had already used up all his brain cells just thinking about how to launder the money before spending it.

But Patch still thought of a clever idea. Since we robbed a bank in Los Angeles, it means that I made money on the West Coast, and it should be okay to spend it on the East Coast, right?
For this reason, he went back to his "home" to see if there was anything he could take away. After all, he was wanted now, and if he wanted to go to the East Coast, he would probably have to drive there himself.

As a result, before he even got home, Patch saw a group of strangely dressed people using flashlights to search the tents and houses in the homeless community.

The homeless gathering point on Third Avenue is not too big, but it doesn’t matter, because there are bound to be few people at this gathering point tonight. Due to the damage to the nearby basic public facilities, the homeless people have to run several blocks away if they want to charge their mobile phones.

In addition, there are no street lights, and there were gunfights and robberies in the afternoon. Those who have not been robbed dare not come, and those who have been robbed do not want to come. Who can be here now?

As for where the most active gang members at night went?

Gang members are now either celebrating in their own turf with how much money they have robbed, or are being chased across California by the police. They have no time and no one to wander the streets.

If you see a familiar-looking gangster on the street nowadays, there will definitely be a group of policemen hanging behind him.

Although Patch didn't know what these people did, they didn't look like good people.

Their purpose was clear: two people were searching, two were on guard, and two were responsible for control.
These guys, wearing what looked like chemical protective suits sprayed black, were checking to see if there was anyone in each tent.

Someone just pulled him out and gave him an injection.

The efficiency of subduing the person is many times stronger than the Taser in the hands of the police.

Seeing this, Patch wanted to run, but unfortunately, when people are unlucky, everything they do is wrong.

Besides being full of bastards, the last thing that homeless people lack in places like this is garbage. Otherwise, the rat infestation in Los Angeles would not have reached a new level.

Plastic bottles, cans, whatever it was, Patchy didn't care. He just knew that he seemed to have stepped on something and made a noise. He didn't care about that anymore and just turned around and ran.

The two guys in charge of alert rushed towards the direction of the sound at the first moment, and then they saw a running figure not far away, and they immediately chased after it.

Patch knew that if the other party chased him, he would not be able to escape.

His racial talents could not make up for his physical shortcomings from being a tramp for so long.

Thinking of this, Patch made up his mind and went straight into an alley. The alley was not long and there was a main road opposite.

But Patch did not rush towards the avenue. Instead, he stopped immediately after entering the alley, quickly took off his shirt, and then lay down against the wall.

Los Angeles is particularly dark tonight. Patch was given black skin by his ancestors. Although this caused him to suffer discrimination in the first half of his life, it saved his life at this moment.

When the two pursuers caught up, they just glanced at the alley and rushed to the other side.

After the other party left, Patch quickly got up and ran away. Relying on his familiarity with the place, Patch left quickly.

Patch crawled back to the motel where he had stayed before, but as soon as he opened the door and entered, an arm suddenly hugged his neck from behind.

For a moment, Patch's mind went blank. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he grabbed the arm, bent down suddenly, and slammed the man to the ground.

At the same time, his door was kicked open, and two men in black with guns rushed in and opened fire without saying a word.

However, what is fired are not bullets, but thin needles similar to Tasers.

However, Patch, who was hit, let out a roar and pulled the two things off his body. When he rushed to the door, he stabbed the things into the bodies of the two men in black.

Then, Patch rushed out of the door. The two men in black got up and shot Patch twice more, but they were greeted by bullets shot by Patch.

Patch rushed out of the hotel and ran all the way. He didn't even realize how far he had run until he ran under a bridge. He stopped and gasped for breath.

Patch searched his trouser pockets and discovered in despair that he had become a homeless person again.

Damn it, my money!! I haven't even counted how much it is!
But now Patch was extremely reluctant to go back and get the money.

What should I do? Why did those people arrest me?
Patch thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, but soon he found a solution.

That wise Oriental man, he can definitely help me!
The FBI has its own office in Los Angeles, and a prison van carrying prisoners followed behind Robin and his group.

To speed things up, they entered downtown Los Angeles.

Robin actually didn't understand why they had to bring these people back to the FBI office. Leaving them at the LAPD wouldn't have any impact. How could people who took advantage of the disaster to fish in troubled waters be worthy of attention?
Just as Robin was thinking about this, a sharp brake sound suddenly rang out.

Then, a huge force hit his car hard!

His car flew into the air and all the airbags exploded. After the car landed, it rolled several times on the road before stopping.

When Robin regained consciousness, he saw a blood-red color in front of his eyes. He shook his head hard, trying to wake up other parts of his body to work. Through the reversed car window, Robin vaguely saw that the door of the escort car had been opened, and all the criminals who were supposed to be sent to the office were taken away by the other party.

Not a single one was left for him.

(End of this chapter)