Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 11 Black and White

Terry was escorted into the police car obediently, while the two injured unfortunates were carried into the ambulance.

As for the remaining two people, they still stayed in place with frustrated faces. Several policemen squatted beside them, trying to untie the spider webs left by Spider-Man.

An hour later, Terry, who was in the interrogation room of the New York Police Department, looked at Officer Jones in front of him with an embarrassed expression.

"Ah hahaha, what a coincidence, Officer Jones, we meet again - are the handcuffs a little too tight?"

Officer Jones stared meaningfully at Terry, whose face was full of anxiety, and sighed after a few seconds.

"Today was supposed to be my holiday, kid. The bureau called me and said there were not enough staff, but I didn't expect that I came here to take notes for you."

Terry wanted to raise his hands, but his hands were already fixed to the seat by handcuffs, so he could only shrug helplessly.

"I'm innocent, officer."

Officer Jones smiled meaningfully.

Terry raised three fingers with great effort: "I swear I will clean up the blood stains at the door of the house tonight when I go back."

Jones stood up, his expression suddenly unfathomable.

"It's just that there are too many doubts left at the scene. For example, apart from the two kidnappers that the vigilante in the red hood solved, how did the two kidnappers at the beginning get so seriously injured?"

To Jones's surprise, Terry nodded without hesitation.

"What I mean is that as a police officer, the most basic need for a residence is safety. There happens to be a surveillance video left by the highway department at the door of my house."

Officer Jones immediately denied Terry's statement: "Four armed gangsters with unknown origins tried to kidnap a minor who was no longer in high school. This matter will never be your fault."

Terry pretended to poke his head into the air: "Then how can I, a mere mortal, injure two strong kidnappers?"

Jones coughed, a speechless expression on his face.

Jones was slightly startled and was about to speak when he saw Terry turning his right wrist that was bound by handcuffs: "Then I used my ancestral hand knife to push him away."

"One of them lost a lot of blood and is still being treated. The other guy who suffered a penetrating injury to his waist and abdomen said that you took out a sharp sword and stabbed him."

"is it?"

"Wait! What is the ancestral tradition?!"

"Chinese Kung Fu, police officer, focuses on controlling the energy with the heart and turning the palm into a sword."

"I was so scared, officer."

"No!"

Terry pursed his lips and looked at Officer Jones quietly: "So I have been convicted?"

"Even if you're watching the TV series, you should know that almost everyone sitting here is saying that."

"No, of course not."

"Do you think I'm someone who hasn't read the book? That's just one of your Eastern special effects movies!"

"I have to ask you! And the place where the accident happened is right in front of your house that I just rented today!"

Jones couldn't hold himself any longer. After all, he didn't want to cause trouble to Terry at first, and he was so angry at the naughty boy that he slammed the desk in front of him.

"After learning that you are the person to be interrogated tonight, Terry, I have seen the surveillance video."

"What happened to your sword and your axe?"

Terry's originally indifferent expression finally turned stiff.

Damn modern cities, damn New York, and those damn surveillance cameras everywhere.

How can this be explained?

Could it be said that he actually mastered some magical little magic and could summon weapons out of thin air?
  Although the United States does not prohibit individuals from collecting cold weapons, the problem is that the concept of collectibles is different from real objects that can be taken out on the road and stabbed at will.

Just when Terry was about to avoid looking because he couldn't meet Officer Jones's direct gaze, the door of the interrogation room was suddenly opened from the outside.

A fat police officer got on the bus first and then knocked on the open door. The fat on his chin kept trembling with the sound of the words.

"Thank you for working overtime tonight, Jones, you can go back to your vacation."

Jones stood up in shock: "What? Why?"

"The identity of the kidnapper has been confirmed..."    "But what does this have to do with my interrogation?"

Jones frowned, who the kidnapper was, and Terry using a dangerous weapon to injure or even almost kill the kidnapper were two different things.

The fat police officer glanced at Terry's back, stretched out his fat hand and gestured to Jones: "Come out and talk."

Jones pushed away the plastic table a little irritably and followed the fat police officer out of the room, who also closed the door behind him.

The two came to an empty utility room. Jones crossed his arms and stared at the fat police officer with an indifferent expression, and said coldly: "David, I need an explanation."

David put his hands on his fat belly and glanced at Jones helplessly.

"Kingpin is dead."

Jones' expression was stunned.

"Those four men serve under Jin Bin."

“Someone called the chief and wanted the young man who was nearly kidnapped by the Kingpin to be released—and released quickly.”

Jones' frown slowly relaxed, but that didn't mean that his heart also relaxed.

The information in these three sentences is not elusive, and you can draw a conclusion with a little combination.

Jones had been curious before about what Terry's family did, and why he could spend so much pocket money to rent a small double-storey house at such an age.

The contract he posted on the intermediary website charged an annual rent, and even the deposit listed on the website exceeded the three-month rent for an ordinary house.

The reason why he did this was because he originally wanted to use facts to dispel his daughter's endless thoughts, but he didn't expect that there was actually someone willing to take advantage of him - a young man about the same age as his daughter.

Of course, as a policeman who does not lack a sense of justice, Jones has actually contacted Terry's guardian Martin through an intermediary website.

After learning that Martin really didn't mind his nephew's squandering, Jones naturally agreed to the rental contract.

To be honest, this can also slightly reduce the stress of just buying a new house. Although his job seems good, the loan for the new house will deduct almost three-quarters of his salary every month.

Let’s go back to Kingpin.

In fact, Kingpin's existence is no secret to the NYPD.

For example, the chief of the police department had close ties with Kingpin.

As the largest gang leader among the underground forces in New York, Kingpin spends an astronomical amount of money on the New York government every year that is unimaginable for ordinary people.

This is not something that an ordinary policeman like Jones can question or resist.

Moreover, as an adult, Jones can also realize that Kingpin's existence can at least slightly stabilize the city's complex problems intertwined with historical legacy and humanistic emotions.

Kingpin's death, no matter how he died, represented a huge shift in power in the unseen shadows of New York.

Or maybe it’s pretty much what happened.

Jones looked in the direction of the interrogation room, his chewing muscles on his cheekbones twitching.

Terry, and his guardian Martin...

Just after Jones fell into silent thinking, there was a sudden noise outside the utility room.

"Chief Austin, my nephew encountered such a dangerous emergency tonight. He should not continue to be detained here. If this incident leaves any psychological shadow on him, the New York Police Department will contact me." The summons!"

The two opened the door and saw a middle-aged Asian man in a white suit standing in front of Police Chief Austin angrily reprimanding.

The dignified chief of the New York Police Department actually acted extremely humble, constantly wiping the cold sweat from his head: "I promise, this is just for safety reasons. The New York Police Department is very safe."

"Then please tell me where my nephew is now?!"

"Damn it!"

Fat police officer David suddenly realized something and hurriedly reached out to Jones: "Give me the handcuff key!"

Joneston didn't respond where he was. David rushed over impatiently and took the key chain hanging from Jones' waist with his own hands.

Then the fat figure showed abnormal agility, rushed out of the utility room, and opened the door of the interrogation room with a roar.

A few seconds later, Terry, who was rubbing his wrists in confusion, was sent out by David with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)