The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 67: I don't understand

Just when Xiunuo was shocked that this guy actually listened to his advice, he saw him walking back.

Xiunuo breathed a sigh of relief, at least he was still a normal person.

Then the old black man opened the small bag he was carrying, and with his big hands he stuffed all the change in it into Xiunuo's pockets.

Xiunuo was confused. What was going on?
The black man explained: "Your advice is great, buddy. Those hundred-dollar bills on the ground over there are for you. Consider them your consulting fee."

For some reason, Xiunuo looked at the black man in front of him who emptied his bag in just a few moves, and an inexplicable idea popped up in his head.

Others are quite nice.

Xiu Nuo was holding a handful of change, still a little confused: "These?"

"Oh, thanks to those lightning bolts just now, people rushed out to pick up the money, and many stores' cash registers also exploded. I picked it up on the way, and luckily I met you. As expected, the bank has the most money."

After saying that, the black man who had emptied his bag walked into the bank and pulled out his gun: "Robbery!"

Xiu Nuo looked at himself and saw that he was holding a bunch of US dollars, most of which were ten-dollar notes and one-dollar notes. Very good, these were indeed bought from retail.

There was a flash of light in his hand, and the money disappeared. Xiunuo wanted to see what other job that person could do for him!
The bank staff must have gotten used to robbery by now. They were originally picking up money, but now they just lay on the ground.

There is no way. The security facilities are broken. The metal physical locks in the counter have exploded and the doors cannot be closed. The bulletproof glass is naturally just a decoration.

Although the alarm bells were ringing like smoke, I heard that most of the police were blocked outside the city center.

Seeing a group of people lying down, the black man suddenly became unhappy. He grabbed a woman and pulled her up: "Miss, I'm robbing!"

The woman looked at the gun in his hand and almost cried: "Am I not cooperating with you, sir?"

"Use your brain, please, miss!" The black man pointed his gun at her angrily, "This is my first time here! First time! Please tell me, how can a robber who comes to rob you for the first time know where the money is! Take me to where the money is! Quick!"

Xiunuo couldn't help rubbing his brows at the door.

What on earth did I see?

Why do these black people seem to have underdeveloped brains?
The thing is, even so, he actually fucking succeeded!
Yes, it worked.

It wasn't the woman who took the black man there, but a man who stood up and said, "I'm the manager here, sir, calm down, I'll take you there right away."

When Xiunuo saw the black man come out, his small bag was full again.

Seeing Xiu Nuo at the door, the black man once again greeted him in a friendly manner: "Thank you for your guidance, sir. You are the most philanthropic and wise Oriental person I have ever met!"

Xiu Nuo couldn't believe that there were humans who could be like this, so he asked tentatively: "Aren't your pockets full?"

The black man slapped his head and said, "You're right!"

Then he turned around and went back to the bank.

After a while, Xiunuo heard a gunshot from inside, and then a black man ran out carrying a box.

"You killed someone?" Xiunuo felt that he finally saw something normal.

"Oh, of course not. Murder is a felony." The black man said, "I just fired a shot to scare the manager. Damn it, they didn't even tell me they had a box! When I went in just now, I saw the manager putting money into the box!"

Xiunuo: “.”

Why should I have hope in such a person? Is there something wrong with me?
"Thank you again, I wish you a pleasant day." The black man was about to leave, but after taking a step, he turned back and said to Xiunuo: "I forgot to tell you, my name is Patch, Patch Leo. If you have any trouble in the future, you can come to the city center to find me."

After saying all this, Patch ran away.

Xiunuo was silent. "Dude, don't you know you have a loud voice?"

He looked toward the bank, and the people in the bank looked at him.

It seems that everyone heard it. After thinking for a while, Xiu Nuo walked into the bank.

The woman who was pointed at was startled. She raised her hand and pointed to a place: "The treasury is over there, sir."

Xiu Nuo looked at the eyes of the people around him and couldn't help asking, "Do I look like someone who is here to rob me?"

No one answered, and Xiunuo's eyes fell on the woman who showed him the way again.

The woman forced a smile that was uglier than crying: "Many of the customers who came to withdraw money just now didn't look like that."

"Do you believe me when I say I don't know that guy?"

"Of course! He just told you his name, Patch, right?"

"Very good." Xiunuo nodded, then picked up a hundred dollars from the ground and put it in his pocket, then found a seat in the hall and sat down: "You guys continue, I'll wait here for a while, isn't it too chaotic outside?"

Xiunuo is too lazy to go out now. He is worried that he will encounter some weird things again, which may really pollute his brain.

The manager had already walked out. After asking what was going on, he walked towards Xiu Nuo and said, "Are you really not robbing?"

"How fresh? You wish I was a robber so much?"

"Oh, of course not, but you saw it."

"I picked up a hundred dollars." Xiu Nuo interrupted the manager: "I'm not interested in other things. I just want to go home after the city center is settled. Is that okay?"

"Of course!" The bank manager looked at Xiunuo, who was wearing branded clothes that were obviously not something the homeless people in the city center could afford.

This guy didn't even bother to look at the money on the ground. It was obvious that he was not short of money.

And this guy also took a hundred dollars, the meaning was very clear, he wanted to go along with the crowd so that they don't have to worry about him.

A very smart and wealthy Asian! Maybe he could become my client.

The manager sat down next to Xiu Nuo and said with a smile, "I see doubt in your eyes, Mr., is there anything I can help you with?"

"That guy just now." Xiu Nuo asked curiously, "Are all black people like this?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"Well, this may not be his fault. After all, most of the water pipes in black communities contain lead, which may really affect brain development."

Xiu Nuo looked at the manager, then nodded to Qian Ku: "Thank you very much, but you should probably go and take care of your own business, sir."

"Okay, you can call me anytime if you need anything." The manager stood up and called out, "Wei Li, please pour a glass of water for our guest."

When Jim brought his people to the bank, he felt terrible.

He had been to three banks before coming to this one!

But even so, Jim, who had just brought people here, felt his heart skip a beat.

It wasn’t because of the broken glass, or the messy bank, but because of the man drinking tea and chatting with bank employees in the lobby.

When he noticed the man, the man also noticed him.

Not only that, the man extended his hand toward him: "Hi, nice to see you again, Officer Jim."

Jim looked grim.

I don't want to see you at all, especially in police uniform!
(End of this chapter)