North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 637 - 353: The Entire Los Angeles, A Complete Mess_3

The Eye of Hell project was in his hands. If it were ever made public, it would mean not just the end of his political career, but the end of his life itself. He felt there was still a chance to save himself.

"Hahaha!" Qian Feng burst into laughter. "Danger? Isn't it dangerous working for you people? I don't care about any of that. But my sister comes here to study, and she's violated by a group of so-called highly educated classmates? You claim to be fair, yet just because my sister is of Vietnamese descent, those bastards at the school tried to hush it up! And now you're talking to me about danger? Hahaha!"

With a ferocious expression, Qian Feng overturned the table before him, grabbed the landline telephone, and walked over to a nearby box. He ripped off the wooden plank on top, revealing an oval sphere connected to various electronic instruments. "You must be curious about what the Eye of Hell project is..."

Saul watched the TV screen in despair as the madman gradually revealed the brutal, unmentionable plan. He collapsed to the ground, no longer able to maintain his upper-class dignity.

Why? Why did he, of all people, have to suffer such an insane ordeal, completely out of the blue?

He recalled his confidence during previous media speeches. It was nothing but a clown's act.

The television audience listened to Qian Feng's horrifying revelations. When the other end of the phone line remained deathly silent, true panic began to set in.

Had the world gone mad? A mushroom cloud was actually rising into the sky above the world's most powerful nation? God must be drunk today!

At this moment, neither the established American residents of Los Angeles nor the new immigrants who had endured great hardship to make their way here could be bothered with the unfolding drama.

Regardless of their location in Los Angeles, whether they were social elites, corporate bosses, or members of the underclass, they all seemed to lose their minds, rushing to their cars in a desperate attempt to flee the area.

The farther, the better!

Technology had advanced to the point where nuclear weapons were no longer as cumbersome as when they first danced over Japan.

Apart from professionals, no one truly knew how vast the blast radius of that seemingly small 'Peace Messenger' on the television could be.

Moreover, Los Angeles was near the West Coast. Even if the explosion didn't directly threaten their immediate area, the usually pleasant breeze could carry residual radiation towards them, endangering their lives.

Cars jammed the roads, creating a standstill. The air filled with the curses of adults, the cries of children, and the intermittent sounds of gunfire and women's screams from all directions.

In the atmosphere of irritable urgency, one person shot a driver they had been arguing with over the right of way.

Others, amidst the chaos, seized the opportunity. Caring little whether the 'Peace Messenger' would detonate, they dragged 'beauties'—women they could never have dreamed of touching on a normal day—into corners or, even more brazenly, onto the streets. They tore at clothes and began their assaults.

The complexity of human nature was on full display.

Amidst the widespread chaos and gridlock, the Los Angeles police force was utterly unable to control the situation.

Especially with a large portion of the populace now armed and moving en masse, the police didn't dare adopt their usual authoritative stance, terrified that any stressed individual might react by gunning them down.

It was no secret that many people harbored little affection for law enforcement.

Qian Feng hadn't even made his move. Yet, the entirety of Los Angeles had already descended into chaos.