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A breaking news about the kidnapping of eleven children by New York gangs.
Through various newspapers, media, television and online media, it has swept the country.
It shocked countless melon-eating people.
Daily old news about murders, robberies, drug trafficking, and gang fights.
It is no longer enough to touch the numb nerves of most people at the bottom.
However, children are one of their few bottom lines.
After all, children are the future and hope of countless people.
All of a sudden, the telephone numbers of the New York Police Department and various district bureaus were bombarded by angry people.
Even after a morning of fermentation and brewing.
Even the central nervous system of the entire country: the White House.
They all had to come forward as soon as possible and hold a press conference.
Trying to appease the large numbers of people at the bottom who took to the streets to protest.
One p.m.
Countless men, women, and children, with their families and families, chanted protest slogans and braved the gradually decreasing rain.
Like mindless zombies wandering around, they completely surrounded the police headquarters on Parklo Avenue.
The marchers were full of anger and moved quickly.
Even the city hall across the street was spared.
They all surrounded them in one go.
No one is allowed to enter, and no one is allowed to leave.
At the same time, inside the police headquarters, in the chief's office.
The white mayor with shaggy brown hair was furious.
He danced and let out waves of angry roars.
The sound was so loud that it seemed that even the police officers passing by in the corridor outside the door could clearly hear it.
"I ignore the strong objections of other departments and allocate so much budget funds to you every year...and as the police chief, is this how you repay my kindness in the end?"
"John! Eight billion! Your police budget is eight billion per year! And it goes up every year!"
The mayor of New York, who once wore suits and ties and was well-groomed, now has a red face.
Like a redneck from rural Kansas, saliva splattering from the corners of his mouth.
"You heard me clearly! It's the White House! Even the White House called me! Mr. President asked me what happened in New York!"
"I don't know... I don't know anything at all!"
"The president himself told me that the gangs in New York City have grown to the point where they are kidnapping children everywhere!"
"John! What the hell have you been doing all these years? What achievements have you made as the commissioner of the New York Police Department? Are you sleepwalking on the job?"
"The most important thing is... my re-election as mayor next year has been completely ruined! It has been ruined! Do you understand?"
At this moment, the angry-eyed mayor of New York was shaking all over.
Anger is as inexhaustible as the tides of the Hudson River.
Almost one wave after another came to the black director with an ugly face.
The black director who couldn't get in the conversation could only stand alone behind his desk and let the other party scold him wildly.
"Ah, I'm so exhausted..."
Finally, the mayor of New York, who seemed to be exhausted, stopped roaring.
He reached out and tugged on the expensive luxury tie.
Staring at a pair of bloodshot eyes, he said coldly:
"Now, I can listen to your explanation... But, John, please keep it as brief as possible... A large number of people outside are still waiting for me to come out to appease you."
The expressionless black director was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said:
"I have nothing to defend. Such a heinous child abduction case in New York City must be the main responsibility of the New York police and me, the police chief. There is no way to shirk it..."
"However, I would like to reiterate some points..."
"The expansion of gangs and the increase in crime index are not problems that can be solved by hard work of the police... This may be an economic problem, maybe a racial and cultural problem, or even an institutional problem worthy of discussion by the White House..."
The black director changed the subject.
"But the only thing is, this is not a simple multiple-choice question like police catching thieves!"
"John! You fucking..."
The mayor of New York, whose face suddenly turned red, cursed subconsciously.
But then, the mayor of New York with shaggy brown hair.
It seems that the arrogant mentality of strategizing has been restored.
I saw his eyes were cold and his words were indifferent:
"For the sake of you and me working together for many years... John, please prepare your resignation letter! I will give you a decent pension and a semblance of respect... John, you really let me down!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the mayor of New York with a cold expression turned around.
He left the office without looking back.
At the same time, the black director, who had remained expressionless, suddenly stretched out his hand to support the table.
He slowly sat back on the chair that was still his for the time being.
fell into silence.
As the Commissioner of the New York Police Department.
Black John knew a lot of things, even more than the mayor of New York.
He knows why humans kill and rob.
I also understand why humans commit murder and drug trafficking.
He even accidentally discovered that kidnapping children by gangs in New York was never a big news that shocked the country.
Child kidnapping is just a mature, stable industrial chain belonging to criminals.
Even if it is just one of the links, the profit that can be obtained is very considerable.
Policeman John tried to solve similar problems from a legal perspective.
But it wasn't until Policeman John became the Chief of Police.
The entire industrial chain has never disappeared, but has become more prosperous.
Every year, hundreds of children go missing in New York City alone.
If we count the whole country and even the entire America, it would be an astronomical number...
Thinking of this, the black director suddenly closed his eyes in pain.
There was nothing he could do about it.
Dong dong dong——
At this moment, a knock on the door interrupted the black director's depressed mood.
He took a deep breath and said:
"come in."
A moment later, a middle-aged policeman hurriedly pushed open the door and entered.
There is a thick stack of case reports under his arm.
"Director, the basic information on the murder case and child abduction case has been initially completed."
The middle-aged policeman stepped forward and spread the case report in front of the black chief.
"How are the children?"
The black director looked at the case report and asked casually.
"Uh... they are in pretty good condition. None of them were injured. They should be eating chocolate cake at the moment, right?"
The middle-aged policeman forced a smile and said:
"However, because the children are needed to provide testimony to help fix the various evidences in the murder and kidnapping cases, the FBI has prohibited their parents from leaving with the children..."
"Go tell the FBI people to get out of here!"
The black director frowned and glanced down at the case report.
"As long as there is no order from above, the investigation power of several cases can only belong to the New York Police Department!"
Before he finished speaking, the black director suddenly dropped the heavy case report, raised his head and asked:
"Uncle Red Turban? Man with green face? Brother Chocolate Cake? Is this the testimony provided by the children?"
"Where's your age? What's your appearance? What's your race? You've been busy for a long time, haven't you even investigated the basic situation?"
"Investigated! And there are detailed explanations in the report!"
The middle-aged policeman hurriedly leaned forward, flipped through the report a few times, pointed to one page and explained:
"Through a brief exchange with the children and an on-site investigation by forensic experts, the psychological experts synthesized several characteristics that fit the suspect's image."
"Age between 20 and 40 years old, white or yellow, with a military training background, mercenary or retired soldier, good at cold weapon combat, and possessing a strong sense of counter-reconnaissance. There are basically no traces left at the scene.
Any useful clues..."
"Hiss... Frank Custer?"
The black director suddenly opened his eyes wide and took a breath of air.
"He is back?"
"Well, maybe it's not him..."
The middle-aged policeman smiled bitterly in sympathy.
"According to information disclosed by the FBI, Frank has been operating at the border recently and has exchanged fire with many Mexican gangs. It is said that the fighting there is quite tragic..."
"What about...the 'Short-Horned Demon' from Hell's Kitchen?"
The black director made a guess again, but then shook his head and rejected it.
"The 'Short-Horned Demon' usually only operates in Hell's Kitchen, and his methods of doing things are not that cruel. The most important thing is that he does not kill people!"
In an instant, the black chief and the middle-aged policeman looked at each other in tacit understanding.
However, the looks in each other's eyes were filled with shock!