The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 130: The Importance of Learning a Foreign Language

In a villa in San Francisco, Tolan Covo was being scolded like a grandson.

"Kovo, do you remember what you told me before? You told me that no one escaped and that the damn glass chamber opened by itself! What happened? What's going on now? Why did someone jump out by himself? If you can't handle this matter well, I will have to deal with you!"

Tolan Kovo actually felt a little aggrieved at this time.

An informant within the FBI gave him the investigation records there, and the identities of everyone in it were found out, which was consistent with the information he had.

At least from the lab data he had, everyone on record had died in there.

He also didn't know where this Patchy Rio came from.

"General Bolick, listen to me. The data I have shows that everyone in there is dead. No one is alive. Please believe me. I think this guy was deliberately made by someone. And that video is not popular yet, right? I have already contacted people to suppress the popularity of it urgently."

"So what?" Bolick suppressed the anger in his voice.

"Remember the information we lost? As long as we have that information, anyone can become the one who 'escaped', right?"

"You're telling me this wasn't your mistake, right?"

"Yes, General Berlick."

"Tolan, are you a pig? Since you already know that anyone can become the one who escapes as long as they have the information, then where is our information? What on earth have you been doing these days?"

"We have used all our connections to protect you, and now you are going to tell me that you can't handle this matter?"

Toran Kovo's face changed slightly, and then he quickly admitted his mistake: "I absolutely did not mean that, General. I just want you to know that I have been working hard. Someone is deliberately using this matter. It is very likely that the problem is not with me. The existence of this place is a secret. There is an elite team that has been baptized by the battlefield to protect it. Not only that, there are also our soldiers."

"But even so, he was still breached, and there wasn't even any trace of a fight. General, do you think this is something that ordinary people can do? At least there are people like this in Los Angeles? To be able to breach there, it must be an elite team of the same level, right? Who can train such a team?"

Berkeley was suddenly silent.

In fact, this was also something he had considered. The defense of that laboratory was not impregnable, but as the current data showed, it was indeed impossible for the two gangs to fight each other.

The only external battle was the bullet hole near the elevator, and other than that, there was nothing else.

It should be said that apart from the bullets fired by their own people, there were less than ten bullets from outside.

They even found out the owner of the gun, an unlucky guy who died in a robbery a year ago.

However, even if he wanted to kill Bolick, he would not believe that ten bullets could get into this laboratory.

Seeing that there was no movement from Bolick for a long time, Tolan said tentatively: "So, General, perhaps I should check the people around me to see who leaked the information."

Bolick could tell that this guy was hinting at him.

But
"I've already investigated Tolan about this matter, but the problem now is not this, but the guy who appeared on the Internet! I don't care what method you use, make him shut up forever! When the public knows about this, they will find that this black guy has committed suicide! Do you understand!"

"I have arranged for someone, General."

"No, I mean, you have to go back to Los Angeles too." Bolick said in a cold voice, "Watch this fearless nigger go to hell in person."

Tolan was shocked: "General, you know, Los Angeles is too dangerous now. I don't really care about it. It's mainly because you are afraid of me."

"Are you afraid that you know too much?" Bolick sneered, "Return to Los Angeles to take charge of the situation, or disappear in San Francisco. It's your choice."

Tolan was silent for a moment, then he spoke: "I know what to do, General."

"Take care of yourself, Tolan." The call was disconnected.

The moment he hung up the phone, Tolan called his secretary and said, "Arrange one, no, two, no no no, arrange at least three extremely professional security teams for me! I don't care about the money, I just need them to be professional enough! Mercenaries are best. We need to go back to Los Angeles, and they must protect me 24 hours a day!"

"Yes! Even to sleep! Until this is over!"

On the other side, Patch was rubbing his hands nervously. He sat in the car, looking at the driver in front of him, and asked uncertainly: "Dude, are you also the boss's man?"

This is also an Oriental, so Patch asked this.

For some reason, Patch always felt that there was a smell of blood and a familiar smell on this guy.

But this person was like a mute and didn't say a word to him.

"Hey, mute?"

"I don't speak English." The driver replied in English.

Patch was stunned. You don’t know English?
So what did I just hear?
No, that's not the only sentence you can say, right?

Looking at the Oriental man driving the car, Patch said tentatively: "M****F****"

He swore that there was no trace of sarcasm in his expression.

The driver had already pulled out a dagger from his waist.

"Hehehe!" Patch quickly waved his hands and leaned back: "I was just kidding, brother! Really, you do understand English, don't you!"

As he said that, Patch took out his cell phone and said, "If it really doesn't work, just say a few words. I can translate."

The driver replied: "I know how to curse."

After seeing the content of the translation software, Patch was shocked: "Do you learn how to curse first when learning English?"

But the driver ignored Patch

Patch felt that he was asking for trouble. He looked out the window and said, "I hope the journey goes well."

At this moment, the driver looked in the rearview mirror and saw the two riders running around in the traffic like rats.

Patch noticed the driver's sudden movement and opened the window.

"Hey man, the air conditioner is on, why are you opening the window?"

A motorcycle was approaching the car. The rider first drove parallel to the car, and then suddenly pulled out a gun from under the motorcycle.

"Oh FUCK!" Patch knew it was broken when he saw the gun
But before the knight could fire, Patch saw the driver suddenly throw out a dagger!
The dagger was stuck accurately in the front wheel of the motorcycle. The motorcycle suddenly stopped and then the rider was thrown out.

The driver whispered, "Hold on tight!"

Then he yanked the steering wheel, throwing Patch from the left directly to the right.

"Hey!" Patch yelled.

With a bang, the car knocked down another motorcycle.

Patch was thrown back again.

Patch was stunned by the dumping, but that didn't stop him from moving his mouth: "Speak English!! Speak English bro! What did you just say!?"

But what responded to him was a sudden brake.

The Pachi man almost flew out of the back seat, but was caught by the driver.

The driver glanced at him, and Patch saw contempt in his eyes. Then the driver raised his voice and said, "Fasten your seat belts."

Patch was desperate: "I thought I was stupid enough, brother! But why do you think I can understand you if you change your tone! Don't you realize that what you are saying is not English at all!!"

(End of this chapter)