869 Arrving in Los Santos (1/2)

Jiang Chen left the airport with Lawrence and the others through a special terminal.

The UA certainly did take his safety to heart, and there wasn't the slightest news of his visit to Los Santos released. Otherwise, if nothing else, the airport entrance would've definitely been blocked by a large group of technology enthusiasts and reporters lurking around.

Phantom helmets had been incorporated into the lives of UA citizens. The influence had already surpassed Google, Microsoft, and Apple's. Although the Capital was constantly having a headache over young people's reliance on Future Group's products, some things just couldn't be resolved by thinking.

Especially in a country who voted for their president.

Regardless how much money consortiums paid for publicity, the final outcome of the election still depended on the ballots cast.

For various reasons, Jiang Chen didn't sit in the same car as Mr. Pritzker but he sat beside Lawrence. Judging by their conversation, the former FBA agent appeared to be doing quite well and had climbed into a senior position.

Although the encounter between the two wasn't friendly, they got along well surprisingly. Lawrence repeatedly emphasized several security precautions to Jiang Chen such as avoiding straying too far from the vehicle when going out and not panicking in the event of an emergency because a whole squad of Seals would ensure his safety in the periphery. Unless it was a last resort, he was not to let the girl agent shoot...

”How's my old friend Robert doing?”

”He went from being an arms dealer to a big director, but the nature of a b*stard won't change.”

Jiang Chen laughed and didn't respond.

But really, compared to those politicians excellent at dodging questions, he preferred to spend time with more direct people. Although they were more vulgar, at least they didn't annoy him.

When the fleet arrived at a bridge, there was a traffic jam.

It seemed there was a protest in front of them; people were holding green signs and shouting gibberish slogans.

Jiang Chen vaguely heard a guy using a megaphone and shouting a mouthful of broken English: ”We refuse to work the arranged work and we didn't come to work. We're Hill's guests!”

”We need more vines and camels in the zoo! Not pandas or alpacas!”

”Supermarkets aren't allowed to sell pork!”

”Beef too!” It seemed that the ”Indians” wearing turbans were also part of the protest, but no one noticed.

”What kind of degenerate manages this city? I'm protesting against the mayor of Los Santos! The mayor of Los Santos must resign!”

”...”

Perhaps this situation was too common; pedestrians walking around calmly watched them raising their placards and shouting slogans. Other than media reporters who wanted headlines, only a few people with travel bags took pictures.

”And they are?” Jiang Chen asked slyly.

”The 'guests' invited by the old lady with menstrual problems; there are probably also a few who just wants to make trouble. Ignore them; we'll change lanes.” Lawrence cursed, closed the window, and turned the steering wheel.

According to traffic rules, temporary lane changes weren't allowed, but the FBA car wasn't the same as the average car. This kind of privilege was common in any country, especially for special personnel.

”Speaking of that, what's the relationship between the mayor of Los Santos and the supermarket?” Jiang Chen gloated while laughing.

There wasn't much trouble in Xin. Almost all villains went out of business since police drones were popularized from Penglai to Coro. Even transnational criminal gangs quieted down.

As for protests or riots?

All were deported and went back to where they came from!

”There's no relationship, but some people live like dogs. There's no contribution from this group - they steal your things, like locusts leaching from you, but they also act like they're vulnerable. If there's one less piece of meat in their lunch box, they'll shamelessly pose as the victims and demand you must change things. If they encounter the slightest obstacle, they'll put on a thuggish appearance and use their shallow intelligence and vulgar language to show how shameless and ugly they are.” Lawrence honked his horn and stopped in front of the red light.

”Is it really okay to say this?” Jiang Chen glanced at him.