The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 85: Bottom Line

Forest Lawn Cemetery in Los Angeles.

Old Chief Hansen stared at the cemetery in front of him in amazement.

"Can anyone tell me what happened?" Hansen's voice was as sharp as a woman's. "Is God destroying Los Angeles? Did a local earthquake happen here? Where are the people from the municipal department? Did they read the blueprint wrong when they were digging the subway down there?!"

A police officer whispered, "Chief, it seems the subway line doesn't pass through here."

"What the hell is going on here!" Hansen pointed at the plowed cemetery in front of him and said, "Are you going to tell me that someone dug up all the graves here overnight? Tell me, even if an excavator came, could it do it?"

“Maybe there are many?”

"Check it out!" Hansen gritted his teeth and said, "Check all the qualified construction teams! No, check the decoration companies too! Don't let me know who they are! If I find out, I'll bury his whole family!"

"Yes!"

The officers ran off, but soon after, Hansen's phone started ringing.

After seeing that it was Jim's call, Hansen breathed a sigh of relief: "Jim, I hope you can give me good news."

"It's good news, Chief." Jim said, "We found little Bazel, he's safe."

Hansen's smile widened: "This is the best news I have heard in this month. Where are the others?"

"At the police station."

"Let him go back."

"Um, maybe not, Chief." Jim said. "He is suspected of assaulting a police officer and robbery. We need to investigate."

"Wait a minute! I know about the robbery, it was a misunderstanding, but what about the assault on the police?"

"He nearly shot Robin," Jim answered, "and it was that Dark Bazell who insisted on bringing him back."

Hansen: “.”

"you sure?"

"There is a law enforcement camera."

The old director didn't understand why, but since it was already like this, what else could he say? "Well, okay, then..."

Before he could finish his words, the old director heard a voice on the phone.

"Jim! Great that you're here! Come with me to the police station!"

Then the sound stopped, and it should be Jim who went to ask what happened.

After waiting for a while, the old chief spoke up: "Jim, what happened? I think I heard Johnson's voice. He shouldn't be in the police station at this time."

However, Jim's next words almost made the old director faint.

"Something bad has happened, Chief." Jim said solemnly, "Garce is dead. He died in the seaside resort hotel."

The old director felt a chill run down his spine and yelled, "Quick! Go and seal off the scene immediately!! Don't let those damn reporters see it!"

"Too late, Chief." Jim replied, "His head was hung on the door of the hotel, and a two-layer triangle was drawn on the wall with blood."

The old chief was silent for a moment, then said, "Send the police."

Having said that, he hung up the phone.

A police officer ran over and shouted, "Chief, we found the night security guard here, he"

Before the police officer could finish his words, he saw the old LAPD chief suddenly go limp and fall to the ground.

“Chief!! Chief!!”

"Our reporter reports that the head found in the resort hotel was confirmed to be that of Los Angeles Mayor Garce Hobbs. According to relevant sources, the mayor came here to attend an important meeting. The specific incident is under investigation by the LAPD."

This is a temporary report from various news TV stations.

But online, there has been a lot of discussion about this matter.

"See that symbol? That's the symbol of copper fetish! And it's a fucking boy!" "My cousin in the police station told me that a boy was found unconscious in the mayor's room."

"In front, your uncle's news is out of date. A waiter at the hotel has already sent out the photos. It's all blood! There's also a naked boy, a Latino."

"Los Angeles! Los Angeles again!! Los Angeles is truly the place chosen by God."

"This fits my stereotype of America perfectly. All your politicians are copper fetishists!" The man was followed by a small orange, white and green flag.

Of course, some people refuted him: "But even the most asshole politicians would not attack lizards!"

"And motorcycles," someone added.

Dak was numb when he saw the news.

Garce is dead?
The boss asked where he was, and then he died?

The head was hanging at the door and was not known until someone posted it on the Internet, which means that Garce died quietly!

Dak just felt that the little thoughts in his mind before were simply seeking death!
And what about Xiunuo?

Xiunuo is at Silver Lake Villa, and Jonas has arrived.

Although he didn't ask, Jonas knew that this bizarre and mysterious thing was most likely done by his boss!

You finally stopped targeting the people and started targeting the politicians!

Why do I feel like I might as well ask everyone to continue smoking contraband?
Jonas said timidly: "Boss, I have prepared what you need."

"Yeah, okay." Xiu Nuo nodded, put down his phone and asked, "Have you seen the news?"

"Well, I saw it. The mayor is dead, right?"

"I did it." Xiu Nuo said casually, "Was it a mess outside when you came?"

“It’s not a mess,” Jonas answered, but he almost fell to his knees after he said it.

He thought of what Xiuno had said last night about the president.

No, you killed the mayor as a practice for killing the president, right?
"Is it not messy?"

"Uh, the LAPD is still crazy. As for City Hall, I heard that the Council President will temporarily take over the mayor's authority. When the deputy mayor is ready, he will temporarily take over the mayor, and then a new mayoral election will be held."

"In other words, if this manager dies, there won't be chaos at Los Angeles City Hall?"

"It will be a bit chaotic, but it will only be a few bosses." Jonas said carefully, "City Hall is a huge organization. It will not stop functioning just because there is no mayor. Or, his political enemies may be happy for the mayor to die."

Jonas hoped to use these words to dissuade the devil in front of him from wanting to kill the president.

Xiu Nuo nodded: "Then I understand, it seems..."

Xiunuo didn't continue, after all, Jonas was also an American.

It seems that it is impossible to cut off the American national lifeline by killing people from the top. This world is a little different.

In that case, start from the bottom.

Before, the merits from the Heavenly Dao and the incense offerings were all from my own actions. It seemed that I had touched upon some underlying rules, thus improving my cultivation. So I will continue on this path.

Moreover, killing a mayor does not bring any merit to the gods. Perhaps, what is needed to gain merit is not the death of a higher-up but the will of the people?

Since we can’t bring chaos to Los Angeles by killing officials, we will completely defeat Los Angeles from the bottom.

It would be best if Los Angeles no longer recognized the current municipal system and entered a state of anarchy.

No, not just Los Angeles, but California!

Is it true that each state has independent legislative power?

If you want to accomplish this, you have to completely overturn what Los Angeles and even California are advocating today.

"When does John's court session begin?" Xiunuo looked at Jonas. "Perhaps we should start with him. Also, is there any good congressman you can recommend? Preferably one who is a bit of a jerk. It doesn't matter if he is not a congressman. I believe there should be someone who wants to be one."

(End of this chapter)