Agent Coulson led the Google Maps Company employees he had met before charging into the long corridor, passing the black pews, religious paintings, and saint statues arranged along both sides. Only after Agent Coulson "demonstrated" to the staff that the weapon in his hand could fire high-velocity metal did those Silicon Valley types finally quiet down and obediently follow him. Like ignited petroleum, scorching black smoke rose from the three-story San Fernando Mission Church, drawing Hispanic and Latino residents from the entire community from far away.
The people who had lived in this community for years had never seen such a strange fire. The column of smoke rising into the sky covered nearly half the church, yet no bright flames could be seen within it. Some warmhearted locals had already called the fire department, while the wall of onlookers formed by tourists genuinely blocked Agent Coulson's escape route. He tried showing his credentials and handgun to persuade them, but no one cared at a time like this. Instead, they tried to film him with their phones. No agent wanted to run into this sort of thing, so Agent Coulson could only fire an entire magazine into the air. The locals, extremely sensitive to gunshots, immediately calmed down, then scattered in all directions alongside the screaming tourists.
There were gunfights in minority communities every day. Killing was commonplace here, and the police department simply could not be bothered with it. Aside from the campus police at the nearby Catholic school, there was not a single armed person in uniform, with a gun at their waist, maintaining order. The only ones who truly cared about this community were the insurance company that had insured San Fernando Mission Church and the government departments. The current situation meant the insurance company would have to