The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 43: What Went Wrong

Some people say that when you are wandering at night, you should never sleep on a park bench.

Because, according to urban legend, sleeping on a park bench may attract anus rot.

Regardless of whether this urban legend is true or not, the park is clearly one of the gathering places for homeless people, and the number of homeless people here is much less than that in the city center like Third Avenue.

Among them, the inconvenience of charging mobile phones accounts for a large part of the reasons.

The other thing is that this is where the gangs are really refreshed.

Those who can wander here are either ruthless people, but most of them are drug addicts. Some serious guys are tortured by flour like zombies in TV dramas.

Don't be surprised, in America, hemp is really not as expensive as a book.

Xiunuo was walking on the street here, and several figures were following him.

Even Xiunuo himself doesn't believe you when you say these people are here to rob.

Sure enough, on a deserted path, the person behind him walked quickly forward and pulled out the gun from his waist.

But Xiunuo stopped, turned around and raised his hands: "Maybe we can talk, right? I didn't expect there were so many of you."

According to Xiunuo's idea, the other party should come up to control him and take him back to his lair to torture him. Or at least say something to him.

However, Xiunuo obviously underestimated the ruthlessness of these drug dealers.

They had already taken off the safety when they pulled out the gun.

Three men, three guns.

In the past five years, the number of people who died from gun violence in the United States each year has soared from 40,000 to 80,000, and the number is still rising.

Xiunuo misjudged the choice these people would make between bullets and human lives.

But.what does it matter?

Those who are often pointed at with guns know that in real life, unless conditions do not allow, various surveillance videos have shown that when they shoot and kill people, they never act as handsomely as in the movies. Instead, they simply walk up to the target and shoot.

The reason is simple, accuracy and ensuring the target's death.

After all, the gun is fast beyond seven steps, and within seven steps, the gun is fast and stable.

But this is for ordinary people.

The fifth level of body forging is already the level of a martial artist who can fly over eaves and walls. Before the three of them could react, the guns in their hands had already fallen to the ground.

One of the black men blinked his eyes and his two companions fell to the ground.

And their most trusted buddy has now appeared in the hands of their target.

Xiu Nuo looked at him with some dissatisfaction: "The local gangs are too rude."

However, facing a gunman, the remaining black man was like a man with an underdeveloped brain. Even though the gun was pointed at him, his eyes still stared at Xiu Nuo fiercely: "Boy! Do you know who you have offended?"

Xiu Nuo sighed: "Are all of you gang members so brave?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiunuo raised his hand and pulled the trigger.

Along with the exploding blood mist, a guy lying on the ground had his head blown apart.

The black man was startled by this. Xiu Nuo thought he understood what he meant, but this guy was still shouting: "We are from the Hellhound Gang! I tell you, you are dead!"

Xiunuo rubbed his head and looked at the black man in front of him: "You know what? If I need to keep someone alive next time, I will definitely choose a different skin. Unfortunately, I have no choice this time."

Xiunuo fired again, and the other guy died.

Xiu Nuo looked at the black man in front of him and said, "Tell me, is there a possibility that I am here to find you?"

As he said that, Xiu Nuo stepped forward and put the muzzle of the gun into his mouth: "Now, tell your people that you are under attack, ok?"

The touch of the cold metal finally brought back a trace of rationality to the black man, and he nodded repeatedly in fear.

"Very good." Xiu Nuo pulled out the gun: "Start, don't force me to put this thing in your anus."

The black man quickly took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

After a while, the call was connected, and a woman's voice came from the other end of the phone: "I am very happy now, Quincy, so please don't make me unhappy, okay?" The black man looked at Xiunuo, and then suddenly shouted: "Run! Boss! Quick!"

Before he could finish his words, another gunshot rang out.

Then, Xiu Nuo took the phone from the black man who was leaning back, and after seeing that the other party did not hang up, he sighed into the phone: "He is very loyal, isn't he?"

The woman on the other end of the phone had a much darker voice: "Do I know you, sir?"

"do not know."

"Then it seems that there should be someone we all know, right?"

"Yeah, almost."

"Is that Jonas?"

"Wow, I thought he was really good at hiding himself."

The woman was silent for a moment before she said, "Is it convenient for me to meet you?"

"You decide the place."

"I'll send it to you. Also, can you tell me where my people died? Oh, no, I saw the message, damn it! MacArthur Park Station! Is Jonas crazy!"

Xiu Nuo smiled and said, "I suggest you hurry up, otherwise, you may end up going to the police station to see their bodies."

"Don't worry, we know each other there very well. I'll send the address to this loyal nigger's cell phone."

As soon as the words fell, the call was hung up, and then the phone received a location message.

After looking at the location, Xiunuo walked straight towards that direction.

Fifteen minutes later, Xiunuo arrived at a dark red four-story building with various abstract graffiti on the outside walls.

Los Angeles is a city with a long history. You can see high-rise buildings and brick shacks here. There are similar buildings all around. On the street, many blacks and Latinos were already looking at Xiuno.

There were two bodyguards in suits standing at the door of the small building. Xiu Nuo walked up to them and waved his cell phone.

The two bodyguards took a look at the phone and began to search Xiunuo.

After two guns were found, someone brought Xiunuo in.

There was a strip club on the first floor, which surprised Xiunuo.

After all, this industry is legal in the United States. How can a group of drug dealers and gangs engage in a legal industry?
Xiunuo was led all the way to the fourth floor. As the door of the room opened, Xiunuo walked into an office with gray and white tones, which formed a sharp contrast with the colorful office below.

At this time, a woman was sitting behind a desk. She was wearing a suit and looked quite capable.

After seeing Xiu Nuo coming in, the woman smiled and said, "This is a private place, there is no surveillance. I don't want the police to find any evidence from my surveillance, so you don't have to disguise yourself."

Xiunuo shrugged and sat down opposite the woman.

The woman was a little surprised when she saw Xiunuo's face under the mask and sunglasses: "Oh? Oriental? This is really beyond my expectation. I mean, do you want some coffee or something more exciting?"

"That's good. It would be even better if there was some ice cola." Xiu Nuo looked at the woman in front of him. She looked to be about 40 years old. There was still a fierce look between her brows. There were tattoos on her arms and neck, and it seemed that her entire body was covered with tattoos.

"It's beyond my expectation that you would take the initiative to invite me here. I wouldn't have bothered with it if I had known. Can you tell me why?"

"I already know how you killed my people. I have to say, you, mysterious oriental killer, are very skilled." The woman said with a smile: "Besides, I like guys without principles. You betrayed Jonas, didn't you? That means there is a possibility that we can have a talk."

"You are much more pleasing to the eye than those fools, as you are a killer who betrays his employer."

"So." The woman tilted her head: "Name your price, sir. How much money do you need to do something for me temporarily? Believe me, I have much more money than Jonas, that bastard lawyer."

Xiunuo laughed: "You seem to have made a mistake, ma'am."

"Oh? Tell me."

"Employer? No, no, no, Jonas is not my employer."

"Not because of him?"

"Of course." Xiunuo tilted his head slightly and said softly: "But, he is not my employer, he is just my dog."

(End of this chapter)