Mei Man: My Warhammer Simulator

Chapter 15 Aftermath
Breaking news about billionaire Stark and Stark Industries.

It was finally squeezed off the headlines by more sensational reports.

Temporarily silence the drums.

A breaking news story about the kidnapping of eleven children by a New York gang.

Through various newspapers, media TV and Internet media, it has swept the whole country.

It shocked countless people who eat melons.

The daily old news of murder and robbery, murder and 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 phone numbers of the New York Police Department and the various district bureaus were blown up by angry people.

Even after a morning of fermentation and brewing.

Even the central nervous system of the entire country: the White House.

They had to come forward as soon as possible and hold a press conference.

Trying to appease a large number of people at the bottom who took to the streets and participated in the protests.

One p.m.

Countless men, women and children with their families and shouting protest slogans braved the dwindling rain.

Like brainless zombies wandering around, they completely surrounded the police headquarters on Parklow Street.

Full of anger, the marching crowd moved quickly.

Not even City Hall across the street was spared.

Surrounded them all 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 brown-haired, shaggy-haired white mayor went into a rage.

He danced and let out angry roars.

The sound was so loud that even the policemen passing by in the corridor outside the door could clearly hear it.

"In spite of the strong objections of other departments, I allocate so much budget to you every year...and as the chief of police, is this how you end up repaying my kindness?"

"John! Eight billion! Your police budget is eight billion a year! And it keeps going up every year!"

The mayor of New York, who used to be well-dressed in a suit and leather shoes, is now blushing.

Like a redneck from rural Kansas, with spittle flying 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 even know... I don't know anything fucking!"

"It was Mr. President who told me personally that the gangs in New York City have developed and grown to the point of arrogance everywhere kidnapping children!"

"John! What the hell have you been doing all these years? What have you achieved as the chief of the New York Police Department? Are you sleepwalking at work?"

"The most important thing is... my re-election as mayor next year is completely ruined! Lost! Do you understand?"

At this moment, the angry mayor of New York trembled all over.

Anger is inexhaustible like the tides of the Hudson.

Almost wave after wave flocked to the black director with an ugly face.

The black bureau chief who couldn't get in the conversation could only stand alone behind the desk and let the other party scold him wildly.

"Ah, I'm exhausted..."

Finally, the mayor of New York, who seemed exhausted, stopped his ranting.

He stretched out his hand and tugged at the expensive luxury tie.

Staring at a pair of bloodshot eyes, he said indifferently:

"Now, I can listen to your explanation... But, John, please try to be brief... A large number of people outside are still waiting for me to come forward to appease you."

The expressionless black director was silent for a moment, then suddenly said:
"I have nothing to justify. Such a bad child kidnapping case in New York City must be the main responsibility of the New York police and me, the police chief, and there is no way to shirk it..."

"However, I would like to reiterate some points..."

"The expansion of gangs and the increase in the crime index are not problems that can be solved by the hard work of the police... This may be an economic problem, it may be a racial and cultural problem, or even a system problem worthy of discussion by the White House..."

The black director changed the subject.

"But only, this is not a simple multiple-choice question like the police and the thief!"

"John! You fucking..."

The mayor of New York, whose face suddenly turned red, subconsciously cursed.

Then, however, the brown-haired, shaggy mayor of New York.

It seems that the kind of arrogant mentality of strategizing has been restored.

I saw that his eyes were cold, and he said indifferently:

"For the sake of you and I who have worked together for so many years...John, get your resignation letter ready! I will give you a decent pension, and the appearance of respect...John, you really let me down!"

As soon as the words fell, the mayor of New York turned around with an indifferent expression.

He left the office without looking back.

At the same time, the black director who had kept his expressionless face suddenly reached out to support the table.

Slowly sat back on the chair that still belonged to him temporarily.

fell into silence.

As the commissioner of the New York Police Department.

Black John knew a lot, even more than the Mayor of New York.

He knows why humans kill and rob.

I also understand why human beings murder and traffic in drugs.

He even inadvertently discovered that the kidnapping of children by gangs in New York was never big news that shocked the country.

Kidnapping children is just a mature, stable industrial chain that belongs to criminals.

Even if it is only one of the links, the profits that can be obtained are very considerable.

Constable John tried to solve similar problems legally.

But not until Constable John became Chief of Police.

The entire industrial chain has never disappeared, but has become more prosperous.

Every year, hundreds of thousands of children go missing in New York City alone.

If you count the whole country and even the entire Americas, it is simply an astronomical figure...

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 depressed mood of the black chief.

He took a deep breath and said:
"come in."

A moment later, a middle-aged policeman hurriedly opened the door and entered.

A thick stack of case reports was tucked under his arm.

"Director, the basic situation of the homicide case and child kidnapping case has been preliminarily completed."

The middle-aged policeman stepped forward and spread out 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're in pretty good condition, they're not injured, they should be eating chocolate cake right now?"

The middle-aged policeman forced a smile and said:

"However, because of the need for the children to provide testimony and help fix the evidence of the murder and kidnapping cases, the FBI people have always prohibited their parents from taking the children away..."

"Go and tell the FBI to get the hell out of here!"

The black chief frowned, looking down at the case report.

"As long as there is no order from above, the investigation power of several cases can only be owned by the New York Police Department!"

Before the words fell, the black director suddenly dropped the heavy case report, raised his head and asked:

"Uncle with a red turban? A man with a green face? Brother Chocolate Cake? Is this the testimony given by the children?"

"Age? Appearance? Race? You have been busy for a long time, haven't you even investigated the basic situation?"

"Investigated! And there are details in the report!"

The middle-aged policeman quickly leaned forward, flipped through the report a few times, pointed to one page and explained:

"Through the brief communication with the children by the psychological experts and the on-site investigation of the forensic personnel, we synthesized several characteristics that fit the image of the suspect."

"Aged from [-] to [-] years old, white or yellow, with military training background, mercenaries or retired soldiers, good at cold weapon combat, and have a strong anti-reconnaissance awareness, basically no one left at the scene Any useful clues..."

"Hiss... Frank Castle?"

The black director suddenly opened his eyes wide and took a deep breath.

"He is back?"

"Well, maybe it wasn't him..."

The middle-aged policeman smiled wryly.

"According to the information disclosed by the FBI, Frank has been active on the border recently and has exchanged fire with many Mexican gangs. It is said that the local fighting situation is quite tragic..."

"What about... the 'short-horned demon' from Hell's Kitchen?"

The black bureau chief made another guess, but then shook his head and rejected it.

"'Short-horned demons' are usually only active in Hell's Kitchen, and the methods of doing things are not so cruel, and the most important thing is that they don't kill people!"

In an instant, the black chief and the middle-aged policeman looked at each other in tacit understanding.

It's just that the eyes between each other are full of shock!
"Maybe, our New York City has a new..."

"Ruthless character!"

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(End of this chapter)