The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 199: The Sober Bodyguard
"Boss, you can obviously handle them yourself."

On the way back, Hunter drove seriously, while Patch turned around and looked at Xiunuo pitifully in the passenger seat: "My presence is totally unnecessary, isn't it?"

"I spent $20,000 a month to hire a bodyguard named Patch for you. You can't think like that."

Patch shuddered when he heard Shunot mention this: "It was this bodyguard who almost drowned me just now! I suggest changing the boss!"

Xiu Nuo didn't respond, but just said, "Is that so, Hunter?"

"I understand that Mr. Patch has misunderstood me." Hunter was calm. "When danger comes, even a professionally trained person may not be able to tell where is safe in an instant. I will not ask Mr. Patch to be calm enough at that time."

Patch was anxious: "You mean I'm wrong?"

"Obviously, that's the case." Hunter turned on the turn signal and passed the car in front. "If you were on the shore, you would have been shot to death. In the sea, you might just drown. I didn't expect that black people on the West Coast can't swim."

"Why do black people on the West Coast have to know how to swim? I'm from Los Angeles! Not Long Beach!"

“The two places are not far away.”

"Then why don't you ask me?"

"I asked."

"You're asking me if I can fucking dive!"

"Is it different?"

"Boss!" Patch turned around and said, "This guy must be racist! Didn't you see how excited he was when he killed Wiki's bodyguard?"

"You were the one who asked me first, Mr. Patch."

Xiunuo was watching happily from behind. Didn’t Xiunuo know whether Hunter was racist or not?
This guy's hostility towards black people is written all over his face.

However, this has nothing to do with Xiunuo.

Bring Patch, just because he is the hero Patch.

If Will's affair could be exposed, it would be a huge success.

If I can get rid of some of those guys, it would definitely be a great accomplishment.

A good target isn't it, Patch?
If this matter is resolved, I should be able to build the foundation. At that time, I can leave the formation behind and go to other places outside California to have a look.

"Patch." Xiunuo suddenly said, "I remember your account is doing well, right?"

"Uh, yes, boss." Patch chuckled when he heard this; "After the last revelation, I had six million fans. Later, I kept updating videos that directly helped the homeless. Although the number of fans increased less, fortunately I still had a considerable income. It would be even better if I didn't have to pay taxes."

"I heard you took on quite a few advertisements?"

"That's right, boss." Patch asked worriedly, "Are you going to collect taxes from me too? I'm going to give that money to the homeless shelter!"

Xiunuo looked at the useless black man unhappily, and then said: "You may have to be a hero again." Patch was shocked: "Can I say no?"

"Unfortunately, just like Hunter is your bodyguard, no."

Hunter looked at Patch beside him and smiled: "It's really a pleasure to work with you."

"Your pleasure is built on my pain!" Patch gritted his teeth and said, "Boss, look at the way this white guy looks at me! He treats me like a toy! The kind of toy that won't be easily broken!"

Xiunuo threw a photo to Patch: "Remember this face."

Patch took the photo and looked at it, a little confused: "Who is this?"

"The unlucky guy we are looking for today who was beaten to death by robbers in Long Beach is Lieutenant Allens Meek. You are his good friend now. He found you after the last incident of exposing the laboratory."

Patch was confused: "But I don't even know him!"

"You need to know him." Xiunuo said, looking at Hunter who was looking in the rearview mirror: "Hunter, you should have heard of this name, right?"

Hunter smiled bitterly. "I knew that a monthly salary of $20,000 was not that easy to get. You need to know what kind of boss you are."

"I thought you were going to play dumb."

"I don't want to lose my current job." Hunter said very soberly, "I don't want to lose the opportunity to work with a big boss. A black man didn't commit suicide after exposing the lab. I think it may be dangerous to work with you, but at least you won't throw me away after using me. Maybe you don't understand how important this is to us retired soldiers. Besides, a black man has such great benefits."

"Boss! I feel like every word he says is directed at me!"

Xiu Nuo laughed: "Tell me, Hunter, how do you know this guy?"

"It's simple. I will bring back some local specialties from Afghanistan when I return home." Hunter said, and after thinking for a while, he added: "It's not just me. Many people do this. After all, the price of that thing is a bit high here. The things we bring back can be exchanged for US dollars to buy a lot of things. However, since this thing goes through the military channel, the people who help must have some benefits, right? Lieutenant Aimi is one of them."

"I have had contact with him about six times. Before, I was in contact with another guy. Later, when things became stable, I came to him. This guy is very annoying. He is greedy, snobbish, and cowardly. He has no respect for us. No, he has no respect for people he thinks are inferior to him. Every time I come back, I give him the goods, and he pays me directly."

"It was probably the fifth time. Because the money he gave me was getting smaller and smaller, and this time it was too little, I threatened him. Although that guy was a lieutenant, he had obviously never been on a battlefield! He was scared that time, and that was when I realized how cowardly he was."

"What happens next?" Xiunuo asked from behind.

"Then I sold him some more goods. He didn't act unusually that time and even gave me more. I even invited him to have a drink, but he refused. After that, I returned to the army and participated in the last anti-terrorist operation, but that time..." Hunter was silent for a moment, then said, "The operation was too dangerous. Four of my comrades fell and I was injured. Then, I retired due to injury, although I think it was completely unnecessary."

Xiu Nuo heard the problem: "So, you didn't bring any local specialties this time you came back?"

"No chance." Hunter said helplessly: "I got a good retirement pay, but unfortunately, I can't integrate into Los Angeles. The last operation made me suffer from PTSD. It wasn't until I almost killed my girlfriend that I realized how serious it was."

"You should have a lot of money, right, Hunter? So that's how you ended up on the streets."

Hunter grinned: "Boss, you know what? Having money is the reason why I go wandering. Someone introduced a psychiatrist to me. Guess what she used to suppress my condition?"

(End of this chapter)