You Kill Black, I Kill White, Until Our Eyes Turn Red

"Unbelievable. It seems that in the eyes of San Francisco police officers, just having slightly darker skin is enough to pose a threat to their lives."

Civil rights lawyer Ben Colson spoke passionately at the press conference, feeling every cell in his body come alive in front of the cameras.

"I learned from Mr. Fortson's neighbors that the reason the San Francisco police were dispatched was because Ms. Allen saw smoke coming from the kitchen next door and frantically called the police."

"But she never expected the police to not notify the fire department, but instead arrive at the scene with firearms. What were they trying to do, put out the fire with handguns?"

"The most unforgivable and unbelievable part is that these two San Francisco police officers went to the wrong apartment!"

At this point, Ben Colson slammed the table emotionally, appearing deeply empathetic.

"Can you believe it? The officers who received the call went to the wrong location and, even after the innocent victim repeatedly stated his identity, they still shot him without hesitation."

"I ask you, in America, who will dare to call the police in the future?"

'We white people dare! Anyway, police immunity only applies to shooting people of color...'

Many white reporters on the scene chimed in internally, some even showing expressions of indifference, while their cameras continued to click away.

The reporters were pragmatic, having long cultivated the professional skill of saying one thing and meaning another. As long as they could gain traction and increase ratings, they'd say anything.

This incident had become a major hot topic in recent days. Especially with the Air Force expressing an unusually strong stance, and even members of Congress preparing to run in the general election showing up to support the victim, the incident had directly escalated into a nationwide wave of public opinion.

Large-scale protests had erupted in many parts of America, with Black communities being particularly active. Some civil rights groups opposing racial discrimination also jumped on the bandwagon to capitalize on the attention, further fueling the fervor surrounding the incident.

In San Francisco, the scene of the incident, large numbers of Black people from across the country gathered, directly surrounding the San Francisco Police Department and continuously calling for severe punishment of the perpetrators.

Will Fortson's deliberate setup of the prelude was complete. Next, he would apply to the San Francisco City Council to initiate a hearing against the San Francisco Police Department, specifically demanding the presence of the officers involved.

His plan was to continuously provoke Jake Brian during the hearing, forcing him to utter more hateful racist remarks, thereby escalating the conflict and allowing him to kill Jake Brian on the spot in self-defense.

This plan... well, it was filled with the naivete characteristic of youth.

Will Fortson had clearly cast himself as the protagonist in a movie, only thinking about gaining fame and getting revenge, completely disregarding whether the supporting characters would follow his script.

The Air Force was willing to help because they saw Will Fortson's value, and with the public outcry already underway, they indeed needed to make a statement.

From the perspective of seasoned Air Force generals, even if this hearing were to proceed as planned, it would at most be a back-and-forth argument, a mere formality. The San Francisco Police Department might compromise, but they wouldn't make significant concessions.

As for the officer involved, he would likely be immediately fired, and it was uncertain whether he would even be required to attend.

The Air Force had no idea what kind of glorious moment Will Fortson was anticipating, nor did they believe those childish scenes would unfold.

Neither side anticipated that events would unfold so differently from their expectations.

Having signed a contract with a demon and received power from the Demon Lord, Jake Brian's murderous intent ignited.

He chose a sunny morning, wearing his still-unreturned police uniform, and appeared at the entrance of the San Francisco Police Department, heading directly towards the protesting Black crowd.

At the police station entrance, Black and white stood in stark opposition, clearly divided.

The agitated Black individuals were chanting slogans, while the white police officers stood in neat formation with riot shields, with occasional physical contact between the two sides.

With public opinion raging, the San Francisco Police Department was in the spotlight. The department's higher-ups naturally did not want to see more intense conflict. Therefore, they had severely warned these officers and had not issued them any weapons, which was why the white officers were obediently hiding behind their shields.

Otherwise, in their usual law enforcement duties, they would have already drawn their firearms and started firing.

"Hey, Jake!" his colleague George exclaimed in shock upon seeing him dare to show up, "What are you doing?"

Jake Brian waved his hand and continued walking.

"He's the officer who shot Mr. Will!"

"Damn it, what does he think he's doing? Is he deliberately trying to provoke us?"

"Bastard, kill him! Avenge Mr. Will."

Just as Jake Brian had predicted, these Black people with limited brain capacity, lacking foresight, only relied on violence.

Jake was quickly swarmed by the Black individuals.

"My God, does Jake want to commit suicide?" his colleagues from behind were stunned.

"Should we go help him?" someone asked.

"Forget it, maybe this is his own choice," a colleague beside him shook his head. "I heard the higher-ups decided to fire him. Maybe Jake wants to express his dissatisfaction this way."

Surrounded by the Black individuals, Jake did not retaliate at first. After a full minute, he suddenly shouted loudly, "George, according to American law, can I begin self-defense in my current situation?"

George was taken aback, then reacted and replied loudly, "That's right, we have cameras here."

Jake Brian, within the crowd, immediately revealed a sinister grin.

"Roar!"

A low growl emanated from within the crowd.

Jake Brian suddenly transformed into his dog-human form: a white dog head, white fur, white limbs, and a white tail wagging behind him.

The artificial Devil Fruit, the Dog-Dog Fruit: Great Pyrenees Form.

Jake Brian, originally 1.8 meters tall, transformed into a 2.5-meter-tall giant. His hands, now dog paws, swung with immense force, easily tossing aside the Black individuals surrounding him like fallen leaves.

"My God!" the police officers behind him were utterly bewildered, exclaiming in disbelief, "What is that thing?"

The Black individuals who were being attacked by Jake Brian became even more terrified.

"Oh my god, he's a monster that can transform!"

"Quick, run!"

The quick-thinking Black people began to retreat, but how could Jake Brian, who had already decided to kill, let go of these farm tools?

Without a doubt, Jake chased after them.

"Stop filming, don't film this part." George quickly shouted to his colleague holding the camera.

What happened earlier could be considered self-defense, but now it was intentional homicide.

"Idiot, this is what we need to film now!" the colleague holding the camera sneered. "The TV station will definitely pay a high price for such explosive firsthand information."

Fine, this is capitalism.

Will Fortson, hiding in the hospital's intensive care unit awaiting the hearing, suddenly saw breaking news on TV of Jake Brian chasing Black people.

"To our viewers, we interrupt this program with breaking news: a dog-man has appeared on the streets of San Francisco, and it is chasing a group of Black people participating in a protest..."

"According to sources, this dog-man is actually San Francisco police officer Jake Brian, who previously shot an African-American pilot."

A small window appeared on the news screen, showing the moment Jake suddenly transformed outside the San Francisco Police Department.

"Why did Jake Brian suddenly turn into a dog-man? Please continue to watch exclusive coverage from Henry Big Mouth on the scene."

This time, the reporter arrived before the police.

Because the San Francisco police deliberately delayed, the police chief even refused to answer the mayor of San Francisco's calls to express his dissatisfaction.

With no one to stop him, Jake Brian rampaged.

"Bastard!"

Will Fortson didn't say another word. He immediately ran to the window, ignoring the ten-story height, transformed into a black panther, and climbed down the wall, rushing towards the scene.

The image of a black panther running on the streets, stepping on car roofs, quickly appeared on the TV screen.

At this moment, TV stations across America went wild again.

It wasn't long before Will Fortson arrived at the battlefield.

"Roar!" The black panther growled at the white dog.

Their gazes immediately met.

Enemies meeting, their eyes burned with hatred.

But seeing the similar changes appearing on each other's bodies, they both froze for a moment, and then frantically invoked the great Demon Lord in their hearts.

The other party had clearly also received the Demon Lord's favor. What if they killed a companion by mistake?

Lin Hao, who had been spectating and harvesting a massive amount of "resentment of living beings," saw this and directly imprinted a contemptuous laugh in their consciousness: "Only the strong are worthy of my favor."

The two suddenly understood.

That's right, this was the Demon Lord. Would he really advocate for civility and courtesy?

With permission, the two, who already held grudges, no longer held back. They believed this was a test from the Demon Lord and gave it their utmost attention.

Jake Brian transformed into his animal form, dug his claws into the ground, and lunged at Will Fortson.

He only had fur on his belly.

One black, one white, the two figures collided in the air, the immense force creating a thunderous roar.

The two animals were similar in size, both over three meters long and over a meter tall, with fierce movements and powerful force.

When Lin Hao granted them the fruits, he had also added some combat moves and training pointers to their memories, which was why they could fight so fiercely now. Otherwise, humans who had just eaten an animal fruit wouldn't be able to perfectly imitate animal behavior.

If the fight wasn't fierce enough, fewer people would die, and the gains wouldn't be significant.

But even Lin Hao hadn't expected these two to bring him an unexpected surprise.

After colliding a few times, both sides pulled away.

As a result, when Jake Brian turned his head, he found himself back among the Black crowd, and many fearless White people appeared beside Will Fortson, holding up their phones to film.

The black and white figures exchanged a glance, a sudden telepathic connection.

The Great Pyrenees and the black panther began to deliberately expand their range of movement, each entering the crowd of Black and White spectators respectively.

A twist of the waist, a movement of the leg, a casual flick of the tail.

A large number of Black and White people were accidentally injured by both sides.

Jake Brian had already vowed to kill all Black people. When Will Fortson saw the other party doing this, he was naturally enraged and retaliated in the same way.

The two seemed to have opened a new world.

After a collision, they used the force to retreat to their original positions, and then wantonly injured the spectators.

You kill Black, I kill White, until their eyes turned red.

Even Lin Hao, who was spectating, was taken aback: "Well, they've learned on their own!"