The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 87 How difficult is it?
Run for Congress? Become governor?

On the way back, Dak's mind was full of this sentence.

Basel's transformation from black to white was a feat accomplished by his generation. They set up companies, entered the capital market, funded politicians, and made political donations.

Isn't the purpose to squeeze into the real American upper class?

However, even in California, the Basel family was just a newly emerging company. In the eyes of the California upper class, they were just a group of country bumpkin nouveau riche.

No matter how rich they are, they are just a bunch of peasants, not real gentlemen.

It is said that in a capitalist society, money is the ancestor, but the reality is that the old capitalists and the old wealthy families control all the political and business important roads. Did their families’ centuries of hard work pave the way for you guys who have made your fortunes in just a few decades?
No, it may be more than a hundred years. Although the history of America is only that short, there were indeed aristocrats among their ancestors.

You can be rich, and you can sponsor legislators to serve you, but having money is your limit. You can never truly step into that circle and become a distributor because you don’t deserve it.

Having a politician in your family is indeed a good choice.

Dak had never thought about this kind of thing before, but now, with his support, Dak felt that maybe he could give it a try!

But why was it his own son?

Dak is really confused now, why is it that idiot Xiong En who has to do it? Is it not possible for me as well?
LAPD, Jim rubbed his head, none of the previous cases had been solved yet, and now there's another case of the mayor being assassinated.

Ever since the story of that damn room spread online, the regular media, which had been able to control their mouths, also began to report it extensively.

Yes, he is just a mayor after all. To those bastards in the media industry, what is a mayor?
The only good news now is that no one is urging me to handle the case.

That guy Hansen is still lying in the hospital.

Jim went to take a look and saw that the old man had a rosy face, but he was just lying on that damn hospital bed, saying that his head was aching so much that it was about to explode.

His fainting at the scene was recorded, and now everyone knows that the old LAPD chief collapsed at his workplace.

Now, the LAPD is facing pressure from the public. The contraband burning case was ridiculed by everyone. It is also facing pressure from the banking and financial sectors. The money recovered is not enough to pay back a bank. Now, there is also pressure from the municipal government. The mayor is fucking dead.

And LAPD is in the most needy period in history right now!
No, I should resign?

This was a thought that suddenly popped up in Jim's mind. Any one of these things could ruin a person's career, and he had encountered all of them!
Just then a man came in: "Mr. Jim Brown, right?"

Jim looked up, and when he saw who was coming, he felt sick all over.

Jonas!
"What's the matter?" Inside the police station, Jim was still somewhat confident.

"Oh. Nothing. I'm here to bail out Xiong En, Xiong En Bazel."

Jim's eyes widened. He remembered it clearly: "Didn't you ask us to arrest someone?"

Is this guy mentally ill? Yesterday you asked us to arrest someone, and today you are here to bail him out?
What? Do you love America so much? Are you sending money in various ways?

"You know what happened that day, don't you?" Jim's back teeth were about to break.

“Of course I know.” Jonas smiled. “Nothing happened that day.”

"That bastard tried to steal the FBI's guns!"

"Really?" Jonas tilted his head. "I remember him just slipping a little, and then instinctively trying to grab something to keep his balance."

Jim stood up suddenly: "Jonas! Do you think our recorder doesn't exist?"

Jonas smiled slightly and said, "So what? First of all, this incident did not cause any consequences. Secondly, you are not Xiong En. Do you know what he was thinking at the time? Believe me, even if you sue, the fact that he slipped in court will not change. He was just kidnapped from you, right? He was very scared and nervous. All this is your responsibility. Or does the LAPD want to be charged with a new crime?"

The fact of slipping.
Jim discovered that these damn lawyers always had some incredibly fresh words in their mouths.

"Help him with the paperwork, Jim." Robin came over and said, "This matter ends here."

Jim looked at Robin, then took a deep breath: "Hogan, take this lawyer to handle the formalities!" "Thank you both for your cooperation." Jonas said and left.

Jim looked at Robin, narrowed his eyes and said, "Although I hate the FBI, Robin, you should not be one of those people I hate."

Robin looked helpless: "I am just Jim, the team leader. This is not something I can decide. Let's not talk about nothing happening. Bail is totally fine. At least, the higher-ups don't want the news that 'FBI escort convoy was hijacked, all prisoners were kidnapped and killed, only one person survived' to appear on the front pages of major media tomorrow."

Jim was stunned: "What? All dead?"

"Yes, dead. Remember the underground explosion?" Robin said solemnly, "It was an abandoned subway station. All the kidnapped people were there. And just as I expected, there were some homeless people there too. But they were all killed in the explosion."

"Who did it?"

"We found a few fully armed guys." Robin was silent for a moment, then said very seriously: "But this matter is over."

Without waiting for Jim to continue asking, Robin added: "Don't ask anything, and don't continue investigating anything. This matter ends here! This is the order I received, so I'm here to remind you. I have a feeling that in order to suppress this matter, the higher-ups are willing to make any concessions!"

Jim was silent, then rapped the table: "Damn politics!"

On the other side, Jonas, who had completed the formalities, led Xiong En out of the police station.

The two got into a car. Xiong En was still a little excited at this time: "You saved me again, Joe! I knew you would come. Dak was beaten up by my grandfather, right?"

"That's your father, Xiong En." Jonas got a headache just looking at this guy. He knew too well that this guy in front of him was a complete bastard.

"But he was the one who sent me in!"

"That's to protect you," Jonas said. "Besides, he has decided to find something for you to do."

Xiong En's face changed when he heard this: "Don't say you want to throw me to Mexico! I don't want to go there!"

"You've always wanted to do something for him, right?"

"But not leaving America! I know that old bastard has always wanted me to leave here!"

Jonas said, "No, Xiong En, your father wants you to run for Los Angeles council, or California council."

Xiong En was stunned for a moment.

Seeing him like this, Jonas thought about Xiunuo's mission and could only counsel him: "I know this may be a little difficult for you..."

Originally Jonas wanted to say it was a bit difficult, but you had to do this and that, but he was halfway through his words when the stunned Xiong En slapped his thigh.

"Great! That old bastard finally realized my talent!"

"what?"

Xiong En grabbed Jonas' hand and said, "You know what, Joe! I've wanted to do this for a long time! That old bastard was praised for only bringing the family back on the right track, and my dream since I was a child is to bring the Bazel family into the real upper class! Moreover, I've already prepared a lot of things!"

Jonas's expression changed slightly: "You better not prepare anything weird."

"I've even figured out how to win over voters and my political goals! The government's contraband injection sites are too expensive, aren't they? Why are they so expensive! They should give contraband to the people of Los Angeles for free!"

Jonas' eyes widened.

"Look at your surprised expression, Jonas. You are amazed by my talent, right?" Xiong En laughed: "What is the most common thing in America now? Drug addicts! No matter if they are black, white, Asian or Latino, they may all be drug addicts! Those drug addicts who give out contraband for free are my most loyal supporters!!"

Jonas felt as if his brain had shut down.

No? Why does it seem to make sense?
Fuck! Is he a genius?
Xiong En continued, "Those damn bastards don't even know the harm of contraband, but it's already legal in America, isn't it? If we want to change all this, we can only let more people know what kind of harm this thing will cause them. Only then will the public stand on our side, and then we can ban drugs!"

(End of this chapter)