Chapter 4 Do you want to get the power of the devil?
Excluding Lin Hao’s arrival, this was just an ordinary morning in San Francisco.
Ellen is a white middle-aged woman with an ordinary family. Her alcoholic husband, rebellious son, and the bank's monthly non-stop collection bills have completely worn away all her patience.
"Bichi, the Nico next door dares to mock me for not knowing how to sort garbage. Sooner or later I will shoot her artificial breasts with a gun!"
Early in the morning, my husband wore a En then heard his wife cursing, and being hungover, he shouted impatiently in the bedroom: "Kill her if you want, or you can call the police and let the police kill her!"
"Don't disturb me while I'm sleeping!"
"Fake!" Alan, who came to the kitchen, chopped a knife on the cutting board and cut off a carrot.
If he had not lacked the skills to make a living, was old, out of shape, and had no capital to continue looking for meal tickets, Allen would probably have killed his often alcoholic husband first.
Alan, who was busy in the kitchen, suddenly noticed thick smoke coming from the room next door, so he took it into consideration and his eyes lit up.
She immediately ran to the phone and dialed "911".
"I want to call the police. There's a fire next door to my house. It seems like someone is setting it on fire."
"Yes, that's right, it's a black man."
"Okay, my house is on Kearney Street... ..."
After putting down the phone, Ellen showed a proud smile. She quickly broke into the bedroom and rummaged through the cabinets to find an old video camera.
She wanted to take a picture of the scene where Bichi next door was beaten to death.
Just thinking about it makes me very happy.
Soon, sirens sounded from afar, and two heavily armed San Francisco police officers got out of a police car.
"Hey, George, which one did the caller call just now?" Jack Bryan, a strong man, put his hand on the holster on his waist and asked his colleague George, who had already pulled out his gun.
"It's an arson case. Wherever there is smoke, that's where the crime occurred."
George didn't listen carefully just now, but he soon discovered where the smoke was coming from.
"Look, there."
This is a townhouse apartment. The nigger neighbor Allen said lives to the east of her. But at this moment, there is a slight westerly wind blowing from the seaside. The neighbor's house The burnt hamburger that had caused the smoke had been thrown away. There was no longer smoke, but instead there were wisps of smoke drifting towards the apartment further east.
Suddenly, two San Francisco police officers came to the easternmost apartment.
Coincidentally, there is also a black man living in this apartment, the 23-year-old Air Force pilot Will Fortson, who happens to be home on leave today.
The two policemen had already drawn their guns. The sturdy Jack Bryan was walking in front, and his colleague George was skimming a little behind.
Dong Dong Dong, Jack knocked on the door, but raised the gun in his hand.
Will Fortson, who was inside the house, heard a knock on the door and asked loudly: "Who is it?"
The two San Francisco police officers did not answer.
Wilful Will Fortson walked to the cabinet, took out his legally held gun, and cautiously came to the door. He first looked out through the peephole, but saw two men with guns. police.
He was so frightened that he took two steps back and shouted loudly: "Who are you?"
Seeing that he dared not open the door immediately, the police outside raised their guns a little higher.
"Open the door, open the door immediately!" Jack Bryan shouted.
Will Fortson inside the door remembered the "friendly reminder" given to him by his black predecessors who had served in the military.
War is not the scariest thing, the American police are the ones you really need to be careful of.
The young Will Fortson suddenly panicked.
"What are you going to do?" Will yelled anxiously from behind the door: "I'm an Air Force pilot!"
"Just you, a pilot?" Jack outside the door was happy: "Open the door immediately, otherwise we will Further measures will be taken!"
Will Fortson panicked and made a decision that he would regret for the rest of his life.
He actually stepped forward and opened the door, without raising the pistol, just holding it in his hand.
As soon as the door opened, Jack Bryan immediately noticed his skin color and the gun in his hand with his keen eyes.
As a result, gunshots rang out unsurprisingly.
Bah bang bang bang, six shots were fired in a row.
Will Fortson suddenly fell to the ground, blood overflowing and staining the floor red.
It was only then that Jack Bryan warned loudly: "Put down the gun, put down the gun immediately!" Jack took a step forward and kicked the gun out of Will's hand. The muzzle of the gun was still pointed at the still breathing person. Black people.
George quickly entered the house to search, and soon returned with a hint of panic. He quietly leaned into Jack's ear and whispered: "Damn, he is really an Air Force pilot."
Jack was shocked to see someone already outside the house. Many residents gathered around and withdrew their guns with livid faces.
"Call an ambulance!"
After saying that, he quickly left Will's apartment, returned to the police car, and immediately called his boss.
“Boss, we are in trouble!” Jack reported honestly: “I shot a nigga, and he turned out to be a pilot of the Air Force.”
"Is the person dead?" the boss asked quickly.
"Not yet, but the situation is not good. I..." Jack said weakly: "I fired six shots."
"Asshole!" The boss was shocked but not confused. Obviously having rich similar experience, he quickly ordered: "You come back immediately, and the picture of the recorder must not be seen by others."
"Okay..." Jack was very depressed, and now he must Was "forced to take leave".
Will Fortson's breath became weak and his pupils were dilated.
He heard his neighbor Aunt Allen complaining softly: "Stupid policeman, you found the wrong room!"
Will looked around and saw Allen staring with hatred and annoyance. The next door neighbor, a black woman who narrowly escaped death.
Now, he understood everything.
"I...I can't breathe!"
This is what George Floyd and Frank Tyson, the African-American men who were "kneeled to death" by the American police, said before their deaths. a sentence.
However, Will Fortson was luckier. At the moment he was about to die, a cloud of black enveloped him.
"Do you want revenge? Do you want to get the power of the devil?"
"Jie Jie Jie, give me your soul!"
On your deathbed Will Fortson was stunned at first, and then said without hesitation: "I do!"
The dark body, curved horns, big scarlet eyes, and these arrogant lines, and the legendary The devil is exactly the same.
People are dying, so what if they sell their souls to the devil?
Besides, Will Fortson felt that he was so unjust!
It would be okay if someone framed me, but the police found the wrong person. Even if I go to heaven, I won’t be able to find anyone to reason with me!
Sell, must sell!
The moment he agreed, a piece of floating parchment appeared next to Will's palm, and he pressed the bloody handprint on it with all his strength.
After signing the contract, a colorful apple with colorful patterns appeared in the devil's hand.
"Eat it and you will gain the power of the devil."
The apple appeared directly above Will's mouth. He opened his mouth and swallowed it, ignoring the disgusting taste. Will soon felt a powerful force emerging from his body.
His limbs were elongated, his body became thinner, a lot of black hair appeared on his body, his head turned into a huge leopard head, and a long tail appeared behind his butt.
"Hey." Lin Hao, who saw all this through the little devil's vision, showed a hint of surprise: "I didn't expect the completion rate of this batch to be so high."
After eating the "Smile Fruit", Will Fortson's whole body turned into a leopard, except for his belly, which remained the same. It was still a black leopard.
The belly is originally black, whether it is hairy or not makes no difference.
"Interesting, it seems that this tool man can be used for a while." Seeing this black leopard, Lin Hao had some new ideas.
“Go, my servant, vent your anger to your heart’s content!”
“From today on, you will believe in the great Lord of Demons, His Highness the Great Demon King.”
"As you command, the great Lord of Demons." Will Fortson was respectful and extremely pious.
At this moment, he abandoned God and turned to believe in this great devil.
From this moment on, his life and death will be controlled by Lin Hao, the great devil.
The blackness recedes, not even for an instant in the eyes of outsiders. It is a black light that cannot be caught by the naked eye.
Will Fortson, who had regained his human form, waited for the ambulance. Although most of the wounds on his body had been healed by the sudden strength he gained, and the bullets in his body were squeezed out by muscles, he finally made it there. Will the ambulance leave thousands of dollars unearned?
This is so uncapitalist!
So, Will Fortson, who was about to take revenge immediately, was tied up on a stretcher by the over-enthusiastic ambulance personnel and escorted into the ambulance.
"Fake, my injury..." Will Fortson, who was about to break away, suddenly thought of a better idea.
The great demon lord needs a shining debut.
(End of this chapter)