"Unbelievable. It seemed that in the eyes of San Francisco police officers, anyone with slightly darker skin already posed a threat to their lives."
Human rights lawyer Ben Colson spoke eloquently at the press conference. Facing the cameras, he felt every cell in his body leap with excitement.
"I learned from Mr. Fortson's neighbors that the San Francisco police were dispatched because Ms. Allen saw smoke coming from the kitchen next door and hurriedly called the police."
"But she never expected that the police would arrive directly with firearms instead of notifying the fire department. What were they trying to do, put out the fire with pistols?"
"The most unforgivable and unbelievable part is that these two San Francisco police officers went to the wrong apartment!"
At this point, Ben Colson slapped the table emotionally, looking as though he shared their pain.
"Can you believe it? The officers who received the emergency call actually went to the wrong crime scene, and even after the innocent victim repeatedly declared his identity, they still opened fire without hesitation."
"Tell me, who in America would dare call the police in the future?"
We white folks would! Police immunity only applies when they shoot people of color...
Many white reporters at the scene answered in their hearts. Some even wore dismissive expressions, though their cameras never stopped clicking.
Reporters were practical. They had long cultivated the professional skill of saying one thing while thinking another. As long as they could ride the trend, boost ratings, they would even say God was Black.
This incident had become a major sensation over the past few days. The Air Force had shown an unusually tough attitude, and even congressmen preparing to run in the election had stepped forward to support the victim. The incident had thus escalated into a wave of public opinion sweeping across the nation.
Large-scale demonstrations had erupted across America. Black organizations were especially active, while various equality groups opposed to racial discrimination eagerly joined in to ride the trend, further fueling the incident's popularity.
In San Francisco, where the incident had occurred, huge numbers of Black people from across the country gathered and directly surrounded the San Francisco Police Department, continuously calling for the harsh punishment of the culprit.
The groundwork Will Fortson had deliberately laid was now complete. Next, he would apply to the San Francisco City Council to launch a hearing against the San Francisco Police Department and specifically demand that the officers involved attend.
He planned to continuously provoke Jake Brian during the hearing, force him to make even more viciously racist remarks, then escalate the conflict and kill him on the spot under the guise of self-defense.
This plan... how should one put it? It was full of the particular naivety of youth.
Will Fortson had clearly cast himself as the protagonist of a movie, thinking only about showing off and venting his anger, without considering whether the supporting cast would follow his script.
The Air Force was willing to help because they saw Will Fortson's value. Besides, the tide of public opinion had already formed, so they truly needed to make some gesture.
In the eyes of seasoned Air Force generals, even if the hearing was successfully convened, it would at most involve both sides wrangling and going through the motions. The San Francisco Police Department might compromise, but it would not make major concessions.
As for the officer involved, he would probably be fired immediately. Whether he could even attend was uncertain.
The Air Force had no idea what sort of glorious moment Will Fortson was expecting, nor did they believe those childish scenes would ever play out.
Neither side expected that things would not develop as they imagined.
After signing a contract with the Demon and receiving the power bestowed by the Demon Lord, Jake Brian's killing intent rose.
He chose a bright, sunny morning, appeared at the entrance of the San Francisco Police Department in the uniform he had yet to return, and headed straight toward the Black demonstrators.
Outside the police station, Black and white stood opposed, clearly divided.
The emotional Black protesters were shouting slogans, while white officers stood in orderly ranks behind riot shields. Physical clashes broke out from time to time.
With public opinion surging and the San Francisco Police Department standing at the center of the storm, its higher-ups naturally did not want to see an even more intense conflict. They had sternly warned these officers and issued them no weapons, which was why the white officers obediently hid behind their shields.
Otherwise, during ordinary law enforcement operations, they would have raised their guns and started firing long ago.
"Hey, Jake!" His colleague George was shocked to see that he actually dared show himself. "What are you doing?"
Jake Brian waved a hand without stopping.
"That's the cop involved in the incident, the guy who shot Mr. Fortson."
"Damn it, what does he mean by this? Is he deliberately provoking us?"
"Bastard, beat him to death! Avenge Mr. Fortson!"
Just as Jake Brian expected, these niggers with limited brain capacity had little knowledge and only knew how to rely on violence.
Jake was quickly surrounded and attacked by Black people.
"My heavens, does Jake want to commit suicide?" The colleagues behind him 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."
Jake, surrounded by Black people, did not fight back at first. After a full minute, he suddenly shouted, "George, according to American law, the situation I'm in now should qualify as self-defense, right?"
George froze, then understood and shouted back, "That's right. We have cameras here."
Jake Brian immediately revealed a savage grin amid the crowd.
"Awooo!"
A low roar came from the crowd.
Jake Brian suddenly transformed into a dog-man form, with a white dog head, white fur, white limbs, and even a white tail growing from behind his backside.
The artificial Devil Fruit, Dog-Dog Fruit: Great Pyrenees Form.
Jake Brian, originally one hundred and eighty centimeters tall, directly transformed into a giant standing two and a half meters tall. His hands, now dog paws, swung continuously with immense force, easily sending the Black people surrounding him flying like leaves.
"God!" The officers in the rear were all dumbfounded. Cries of disbelief rang out. "What is that thing?"
The niggers being attacked by Jake Brian alone were even more terrified.
"Oh my gosh, he's a devil that can transform!"
"Run, run!"
The quick-witted niggers began retreating, but how could Jake Brian, whose killing intent had already risen, let these farm tools go?
Without question, Jake chased after them.
"Stop filming. Don't film this part." George hurriedly shouted at his colleague holding the camera.
What came before could count as self-defense. Now it was deliberate murder.
"Idiot, this is exactly what we need to film!" The colleague holding the camera sneered. "With such explosive firsthand footage, TV stations will definitely pay a high price for it."
Fine. That was capitalism.
Will Fortson, hiding in the hospital's intensive care unit while waiting for the hearing, suddenly saw breaking news on television about Jake Brian launching a massive pursuit and slaughter of Black people.
"Viewers, we interrupt our broadcast with urgent news. A dog-man has appeared on the streets of San Francisco and is pursuing and killing Black demonstrators..."
"According to informed sources, this dog-man is Jake Brian, the San Francisco police officer who previously shot and killed an African American pilot."
A small window appeared in the news footage, playing the moment Jake suddenly transformed outside the San Francisco Police Department.
"Why did Jake Brian suddenly turn into a dog-man? Please continue watching for Big Mouth Henry's exclusive on-site report."
This time, the reporters arrived before the police.
That was because the San Francisco police deliberately delayed their response. The police chief even refused to answer the San Francisco mayor's calls to express his dissatisfaction.
With no one stopping him, Jake Brian slaughtered in every direction.
"Bastard!"
Without another word, Will Fortson ran to the window. Ignoring the ten-story drop, he transformed into a Black Panther, climbed down the wall, and charged toward the scene.
The image of a Black Panther sprinting down the street by stepping across car roofs soon appeared on television as well.
At that moment, television stations across America went mad again.
Not long after, Will Fortson arrived at the battlefield.
"Roar!" The Black Panther roared at the White Dog.
Their gazes immediately met.
When enemies met, their eyes burned red with hatred.
But when they saw the similar changes appearing on each other's bodies, both froze for a moment, then frantically called out to the great Demon Lord in their hearts.
The other person had clearly also received the Demon Lord's favor. What if they accidentally killed a fellow servant?
Lin Hao, who had been watching the show and harvesting massive amounts of Essence of Grievance, directly imprinted a disdainful laugh into their consciousness. "Only the strong are worthy of my favor."
The two immediately understood.
That was true. This was the Demon Lord. Why would he care about civilized courtesy?
Having received permission, the two enemies no longer had any reservations. Both believed this was a test from the Demon Lord and treated it with the utmost seriousness.
Jake Brian transformed into his animal form, planted all four limbs on the ground, and pounced toward Will Fortson.
Only his belly had no fur.
One black and one white, the two figures collided in midair, their immense force producing a thunderous boom.
The two animals were nearly the same size, both over three meters long and more than a meter tall. Their movements were fierce, and their strength immense.
When Lin Hao bestowed the Fruits upon them, he had also added some combat moves and training essentials to their memories. That was why they could now fight so intensely. Otherwise, humans who had only just eaten Animal Fruits could not perfectly imitate animal behavior.
If the fight was not vicious enough, fewer people would die, and the gains would not be large enough.
But even Lin Hao had not expected these two idiots to bring him an unexpected surprise.
After colliding several times, the two sides pulled apart.
Then, after turning his head, Jake Brian found himself back near the Black demonstrators, while many fearless white people had also appeared around Will Fortson, constantly filming with their phones.
The black and white pair exchanged a glance and suddenly understood each other perfectly.
The Great Pyrenees and the Black Panther began deliberately widening their range of movement, respectively charging into the Black and white crowds watching the battle.
A twist of the waist, a movement of the legs, then a casual flick of the tail.
Large numbers of Black and white people were accidentally injured by both sides.
Jake Brian had already sworn to kill all niggers. When Will Fortson saw him doing this, he was naturally enraged and retaliated in the same way.
The two idiots were like people who had opened the door to a new world.
After colliding with each other, they borrowed the force to retreat to their original positions, then freely injured the spectators by mistake.
You killed Black people, I killed white people, until their eyes turned red.
Even Lin Hao, watching the spectacle, froze for a moment. "Well now, they figured it out without being taught!"
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