Clark was extremely vigilant. He stared at the person walking slowly and felt an inexplicable pressure. When he wanted to draw his gun, Yang Chen, who was wearing a mask, was already running wildly, his black windbreaker flowing with him, and he was extremely cold.
Green Hornet?
More than a dozen women standing on the street were surprised.
Not knowing what was happening, they stared with wide eyes. They saw the cold man rushing out of the night, running for a distance, leaping into the air, and instantly crossing a distance of four to five meters with a sideways and domineering kick, hitting Clark's chest. They hated him to the core.
The bastard was knocked down. After falling down, he slid a long way along the road.
The women standing on the street all had their mouths open in disbelief.
Yang Chen didn't look at these poor women who were so slutty just now and were now stunned. Step by step, he walked straight towards the fallen Clark.
Clark, who was lying on his back, endured the severe pain in his chest and turned over with difficulty. Seeing the man who frightened him approaching, he hurriedly crawled towards something.
His sidearm.
When he was kicked down just now, the gun fell to the ground.
When he desperately reached for his gun, a big foot crushed his hand holding the gun to death. He raised his face filled with fear and said that he was a Manhattan police officer.
"Chief Clark, you are the one I am looking for."
When Clark heard this cold voice, he completely withered. Since this man knew him well, his status as police chief obviously had no deterrent effect.
"What do you want to do?" Clark asked in horror.
"Nothing to do, let's talk to you." Yang Chen looked down from a high position and glanced at Clark, who was lying at his feet like a humble and pitiful creature, and then glanced at the street girl not far away who had been exploited by Clark for many years.
Democracy, equality, freedom.
It’s pure bullshit. Isn’t this country that is touting itself as a paradise on earth also preying on the weak?
In the foyer of the small hotel across the road, two burly men poked their heads in the air. They were gang members who were responsible for keeping an eye on the women on the street, to prevent anyone from coming to cause trouble in their home territory or not paying after the prostitution.
Clark, who was colluding with their boss, encountered an accident. The two could not turn a blind eye. After waiting and watching, they walked out with a Remington shotgun.
Yang Chen, who was stepping on Clark, suddenly lifted up his windbreaker, reached out with his right hand to his waist, pulled out a gun, and seemingly fired two shots at random. The bullets hit the shotgun in the burly man's hand without any deviation. The huge impact made the two of them unable to fight again.
Unable to grasp the body of the gun, the gun fell to the ground. The two of them were frightened and lost their footing.
Yang Chen inserted the pistol back into his waist and waved his hand towards the frightened man, signaling the two of them to get back. The two men did not dare to pick up the dropped gun and fled into the hotel like flying.
The last glimmer of hope for escape was snuffed out. Clark slumped and closed his eyes. Yang Chen bent down, dismantled his gun, carried him like a chicken, and walked into the vast night.
The women standing on the streets looked at the stalwart figure becoming increasingly blurred, with a hint of fascination in their frightened eyes. They thought of Green Hornet, Spider-Man, Iron Man, they thought of many heroes.
Most of the weak who have been oppressed and humiliated for too long are looking forward to the incarnation of justice coming. At this moment, Yang Chen is the knight in the minds of these poor women, punishing rape and eliminating evil for them.
The neighborhood around Harlem is one of the oldest areas in New York. It is also a slum with extremely high crime rates and looks dilapidated.
In fact, this is true in every city.
Behind the glamor there are many corners hiding dirt and evil.
There were no street lights in this narrow alley where Yang Chen parked his car. Two homeless men squatted beside a small brazier to keep warm. The brazier incidentally illuminated a small area.
Yang Chen stuffed Clark into the G55 off-road vehicle, and the homeless man turned a blind eye. Blackmail, robbery, murder, and rape occurred almost every night in this area. The homeless man who was accustomed to living in this area was accustomed to any violent situation.
Even though there were several screams coming from the G55, the two homeless men remained unmoved. They ignored the matter and just pretended that someone in the car was being fucked.
Exploding chrysanthemums.
Yang Chen really doesn't have this hobby.
Clark, who screamed in agony, was tortured to death by Yang Chen's acupuncture techniques. He was in so much pain that he really couldn't bear it. He had been involved in many dirty deeds over the years, including secretly taking nude photos of his sister. It was revealed. It can be seen that
Yang Chen's methods are so shocking.
Don't talk about Clark's flesh and blood.
The CIA's top agent fell into the hands of Yang Chen. If he couldn't die quickly, he would definitely be punished.
During Clark's narration, Yang Chen kept filming with his mobile phone. Clark finally said that he was Benicio's crony and what dirty things he had done for Benicio. He really knew everything.
I see.
Yang Chen didn't expect that Benicio, who had implemented a high-pressure policy against the New York gang for more than ten years, would actually collude with the Gambino family. After thinking about it calmly, he suddenly realized.
In the United States, even if the president seriously harms the interests of some people, it will cause a fatal blow. For example, in recent decades, Kennedy and Reagan were more lucky than Kennedy and saved their lives.
The president is still like this.
It is strange in itself that a small chief of the New York Police Department has been cracking down on gangsters for more than ten years without anyone retaliating or assassinating him and living a comfortable life.
If anyone thinks that the United States, a country governed by the rule of law and democracy, cannot be so chaotic, it means that your innocence and immaturity have not left you.
The forces behind the assassination of John F. Kennedy were able to control the FBI to destroy all evidence, making the president's assassination an unsolved secret and forever lost in the long river of history.
This kind of thing can happen.
What else is impossible?
What’s even more incredible is that the biggest suspect in the assassination was also a beneficiary. Not only was Lyndon Johnson not subject to any investigation, he was instead the President for five years and was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom.
This is a country where anything is possible.
In the back seat of the G55, Yang Chen got what he wanted, lit a cigarette, and smoked leisurely. Clark huddled next to him, shivering, as if he was encountering the big bad wolf's little white rabbit at close range.
"Do you want to be the chief of the New York Police Department?" Yang Chen's abrupt words made Clark unable to turn around. Not to mention the chief of the police department, it seemed that the chief of police had reached the end of his career, and now his mind was full of thoughts. If he was released, he would have to return as soon as possible.
Take the money he has earned over the years and leave the United States, otherwise his crimes will be exposed and he will be imprisoned for hundreds of years.
Clark didn't know whether to shake his head or nod, and faced Yang Chen tremblingly. Yang Chen saw that this coward couldn't hold himself up to the wall, and his face was full of contempt. He spit out smoke and said quietly: "Let's go."
Clark felt like he had received an amnesty. He couldn't wait to jump out of the car and limped away. He ran away without forgetting to report what happened tonight to his master Benicio. Benicio had already climbed into bed and wanted to have some love with his little wife.
Oh, I broke out in a cold sweat, and my first reaction was to kill.
Clark, the biological brother who killed the young wife.
Kill the "Green Hornet" in Clark's mouth.
As he comes up with this idea, the New York police will go into action.
