The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 83: Not taking the right path?

Back at Silver Lake Villa, Jonas was about to leave when Xiunuo stopped him.

"Qiao, I need to stay in seclusion for a while. Well, that means I don't plan to see outsiders during this period."

"What do you need me to do, boss?" Jonas heard this and suppressed the joy in his heart.

Great! He finally wants to take some time off!

Los Angeles is blessed!

Xiu Nuo then said, "I need to systematically learn about American affairs, including things like firearms."

"I'll make arrangements."

Xiunuo returned to the villa and Jonas drove away.

At home, Xiunuo immediately sat cross-legged.

There was a pot of green plants at home that was about to wither. Xiunuo raised his hand and brushed across the plant, and then, the plant actually recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is the result of spiritual nourishment.

But it wasn't because Mr. Xiu was kind enough to save this thing, but it was the sequelae of his choice to take this path.

"Spiritual energy will overflow when I don't actively control it, regardless of whether my body is full or not." A flash of black energy swept across Xiunuo's hand.

The plant that had just revived withered instantly.

"Is this how you fight me? You want me to not be a threat to you. After all, you are still a demon cultivator, and you are not welcome anywhere."

"But if you want to do this to me, don't blame me for speeding up."

Although he just learned that the president's death would have little impact on the country, Xiunuo still wanted to give it a try.

Dak was watching outside the laboratory at this time. Inside the laboratory, a pill was being analyzed and fused by several medical experts.

Now that he has decided what to do, Dak naturally wants to maximize the effect of these pills. It would be even better if he could know the formula and principle.

Of course, as a biopharmaceutical company, Dak knows how difficult it is to do this, but who doesn't dream?

Suddenly, his cell phone rang.

Dak was startled when he saw the incoming call. He picked up the phone carefully and said respectfully, "Boss, are you looking for me?"

Xiunuo's voice rang out; "Who is in charge of Los Angeles?"

"Huh? Uh, various departments, and the mayor, what's wrong, boss?"

"Do you know the address of the mayor?"

"Of course, if you want to meet the mayor, I can introduce him to you." After saying this, Dak realized the problem in his words.

Recommendation? Is the mayor qualified?
So Dak immediately changed his words: "I mean, give him a chance to get to know you."

"give me the address."

"Okay." Dak agreed immediately, but immediately realized something: "Are you looking for him? If so, he may not be at home. He should be there today."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you may not know since you are from the East, but there are many parties in America, right? He should be attending a party today. I can give you the address. I was going to go there, but because of my idiot son, I didn't have time to go."

"Give me the address."

"Yes."

An address was quickly sent to Xiunuo.

After Xiunuo made some inquiries, he found out that it was a resort hotel in the southwest.

Xiunuo did not hesitate, and he set off again after returning home. He asked Jonas to arrange those things so that he could save spiritual energy in the future. What he was doing now was to personally test his ideas to see what they would be like.

Leaving Silver Lake Villa quietly, Xiunuo headed towards the target location.

There were not many police officers patrolling the streets at this time. After all, all the available personnel of LAPD were elsewhere.

"Oh, dear Hansen, I heard you've been in a lot of trouble lately." At a Los Angeles beach resort hotel, a slightly bald white man in a bathrobe sat on a lounge chair and raised his glass to the slightly chubby middle-aged white man in front of him: "LAPD seems to be busy."

This person is none other than the current Mayor of Los Angeles, Garce.

As for this Hansen, who else could be a troubled LAPD officer? The old chief.

Director Hansen also raised his glass. "In the past thirty years, Los Angeles has never been so chaotic as this month. I have submitted my resignation letter to the committee and the personnel department."

Garce's eyes flashed with approval, but his tone was full of regret: "Is it necessary to do this, Hansen? It's just a little trouble."

The old director was cursing in his heart, but his face still showed helplessness: "I would rather resign now than be investigated by the FBI and then charged with a crime."

"Don't think our country is so dark, Hansen." Although Garce said this, he continued, "Has anyone chosen?"

"Jim, Jim Brown, the best sheriff ever to ever serve in the LAPD."

Garce nodded slightly, then said, "I've heard of his name. He seems to be your schoolmate, right?"

"Yes."

"A good candidate." Garce put down his glass calmly and said, "But I heard that Deputy Director Thompson seems to be doing a good job, right?"

The old chief despised it in his heart, but he nodded. "Yes, Thompson did a good job. However, personnel transfers still need to be decided by the personnel department and the committee. I just mentioned it. Besides, Mr. Mayor should know that the current LAPD is not an easy job."

"That's true." Garce shrugged. "If you have made up your mind, I respect your decision. Well, tonight is a relaxing night. We shouldn't discuss work."

Garce smiled as he said this: "Have you decided which room you're going to?"

"I have to go back to the police station. I heard something happened again." Hansen sighed, "As you know, the LAPD is very short of people recently. You should approve us to recruit more people. I have to handle it personally this time. Here, I can only say sorry to you and some old friends."

"Let's talk about recruiting later. We can't just waste taxpayers' money." Garce said as he stood up. "However, it's still a pity, but I admire your dedication, Hansen. I don't know what others think of your departure, but in my opinion, it's a loss for the LAPD and Los Angeles."

You should be very happy in your heart, right? Although the old director thought so in his heart, he still said, "Thank you for your understanding."

"Well, it's time for me to go too. They must be getting impatient." With that, the mayor of Los Angeles left and walked towards the hotel.

He walked into a room and saw a large box tied with a bow in the room.

Garce took a deep breath, walked to the box and untied the bow. Then he opened the lid of the gift box and saw a Latino boy sitting inside.

The boy sat there hugging his knees. When he heard the box opening, he looked up at Garce. With a hint of grievance and fear in his eyes, he asked in a low voice, "Are you here to save me, sir?"

Garce suppressed his excitement and asked softly, "What's your name, kid? Where are you from?"

"Mr. Lucas. I don't know. Someone brought me here from an island."

Garce nodded slightly, then reached out and took the boy out of the box and put him on the bed, and asked softly, "How old are you this year?"

"Mr. Twelve Years Old, you really are here to save me, right?"

"Of course Lucas, but there are a lot of bad guys out there. If I want to save you, do I need us to play a game?"

The boy lowered his head and hummed softly, "Yes, I understand, sir."

Garce pointed to the bathroom: "Can we take a shower first?"

The boy walked into the bathroom obediently. When he heard the sound of water inside, Garce seemed to hear the sound of nature.

He took off his bathrobe, lay on the bed, and looked out the window. The night was still long, so...
Garce jumped up suddenly. He looked at a person who appeared beside the bed out of nowhere and said in horror: "Who are you!"

Xiu Nuo pointed towards the bathroom and asked curiously, "I'm wondering, why don't you foreigners like to follow the right path?"

(End of this chapter)