I, Citi Police Chief, pay money

Marcus lowered his waist and turned around to check the other five members of his team one by one, and confirmed one thing... Well, we were not the ones hit by the precision shooter upstairs.

"Go ahead, be careful and concealed." As he said, Marcus continued to lead the charge with his Browning automatic rifle.

Marcus led the men for a few minutes before approaching Wall Street.

"Bang... bang bang..." There was another gunshot, and this time it was not on the building, but in front of the alley where Marcus was, and the comrades walking beside Marcus fell down in response, a series of The bullet grazed the side of Marcus, who was walking against the wall, and flew backward.

"Fire!" The moment the gunshot rang out, Marcus knelt half-kneeling on the ground, raised his gun and fired at the front. He could see clearly that the gun flame was coming from the window of the building in front. Appeared, which means the enemy is inside.

In the midst of Marcus's precise shooting, the gunshots in the window stopped, and a private soldier following Marcus kicked on the wooden door next to him, and then the two of them rushed in with weapons, ready to Cooperate with Marcus' fire suppression to kill the enemies inside.

However, not long after the two rushed in, there was a grenade explosion, followed by screams and gunshots.

"What's the matter with the explosion, and what's the situation?" Marcus asked loudly beside the wooden door.

"I encountered a booby trap, and Rock fell. There is only one enemy, and it has been eliminated." The people inside answered loudly.

"You guys watch, I'll go in and cut off an ear." After speaking, Marcus took out a bayonet from his waist and walked in.

"Marcus, it's too bad." Rock, who was inside, yelled at Marcus regretfully.

"Paka is dead."

"Yes, yes, I saw it." Marcus looked down at the body lying on the ground with its head up and its chest blown apart.

"I'm more concerned about where is the bastard you killed."

"Lying inside..." Rock said, he looked at the bayonet in Marcus's hand, and then looked up at the latter's face.

"Perhaps we can stop doing this."

"It's a thousand dollars, why don't you do it." Marcus said, and walked in, and after he walked in, he found the target under the window in the room...a man with legs wrapped in a blood-oozing white cloth , obviously disappeared below the knees, and only half of the right hand was left leaning against the window. A Sten submachine gun was placed next to his left hand. on his face.

Marcus, who was entering the room with the bayonet in his hand, froze for a moment. He stared blankly at the corpse for a while, and then suddenly let out a howl.

"Sachs..." After yelling, Marcus flew over, lay down on the corpse, and shook vigorously.

"Damn it, Sachs, why are you here, why are you dying here... Fuck, damn it, why are you here!"

Sachs is the younger brother of Marcus, the two joined the army together, and set foot on the European battlefield together, but later Marcus was injured on the battlefield and turned to the rear, and Sachs, after the end of the war, came the news of his disappearance... The United States Traditionally, if a body cannot be found, it will be treated as missing.

If a dog tag can be found on an unrecognizable corpse, it can be regarded as a death in battle. Unfortunately, Marcus' brother was on the battlefield, and his comrades only found a pitted dog tag in a bomb crater. However, Sachs' body was not found, and the U.S. Army treated it as missing.

Marcus always thought that his brother died on the battlefield. He never expected that Sachs survived the battlefield, came to Wall Street, and died at his gunpoint. Marcus, who had always been ruthless, couldn't stand it any longer, and began to cry on the dead body.

Rock, holding a gun, stood at the door of the room and looked at Marcus with an apologetic face.

"I'm sorry, Marcus, I...I..."

The last words, Rock couldn't go on anymore. He felt that this night was the worst night in his life. It was worse than when his father ran away when he was a child and lost him and his mother. They were in the same team. Draco was shot and killed, and Paka was killed by a booby-trapped bomb. After rushing in and killing the murderer inside, he was shocked to find that the murderer was his comrade's brother.

This feeling cannot be described in words.

"I am really sorry."

Chapter 182 : Chapter 170 Seventh Ending Stage

Although the private soldiers of the bankers encountered resistance and encountered some accidents during their attack, under the cover of the frontal attack of the National Guard, they successfully entered Wall Street and fought to the death with the players inside.

This time, the players were unable to set up any firepower positions. The number of players was reduced by half, and the remaining people were all old, weak, sick and disabled.

Within half an hour of the battle, more than half of Wall Street fell, and the hostages locked in a certain building were also rescued. Then, as soon as these hostages left Wall Street, the whole Wall Street exploded.

It was explosives planted in various places. The successive explosions went from the streets of Wall Street to the end of the street. Just like the serial explosions that often appear in movies, a booming street exploded. The power of the explosion was not great, at least there was no way It was more than enough to blow up the building, but it was more than enough to blow up the banker's private soldiers who rushed in.

"Oumaiga!"

The reporters outside Wall Street were scared by the serial explosions and screamed and hid in embarrassment. After the explosions, they turned into flies smelling carrion, screaming and flying with excitement. They rushed over and used the camera to "snap" the scene of the explosion. The New York police responsible for maintaining order couldn't stop these crazy people.

In this chaos, no one noticed the movement of the National Guard on the side, and no one noticed that a group of people in the clothes of National Guard soldiers were walking out under the "cover" of another National Guard.

"Damn it, I admire you so much, what you do is simply too cool..." Lin Ruoyu was walking, and beside him, a man in a second lieutenant's uniform chattered endlessly, making him convinced ...You white man, how can you talk so much like a black man?

"You are real heroes. What kind of army were you before you retired..." Lin Ruoyu stopped and turned to look at the captain expressionlessly. The latter also immediately realized his mistake, and quickly raised his hand to gently He slapped himself twice.

"Sorry, just pretend that I didn't say this. I really can't mention this matter. I'm sorry."

Now that the other party has apologized, let's move on.

The National Guard who covered Lin Ruoyu and others to leave Wall Street did not cheat the player. The plan they gave the player was true. This escort, the National Guard infantry platoon that part-time monitored the player, really brought more than 50 players to Manhattan. On a pier in the south, there are a dozen small fishing boats moored on it.

"I'll just send you here, and you can just float along the Hudson River." The captain pointed to the fishing boats and said.

"Whether you go to sea or go upstream, you should be able to leave New York tonight... By the way, you have to return your clothes to us before you leave."

"En." Lin Ruoyu followed the principle of talking less and doing more. He gestured to other players, and then quickly took off his military uniform, revealing the bomb vest under his clothes.

This scene was seen by the second lieutenant and other National Guard soldiers next to him, and the two suddenly widened their eyes, scanning Lin Ruoyu back and forth.

"Wow, wow, are these explosives?" the second lieutenant exclaimed.

"God, are you all dying? Why are you wearing all these terrible things on your body?"

Lin Ruoyu didn't say anything, because it's inappropriate to say anything about this matter, so it's better not to say anything, after he put the clothes he dragged down into the hands of the captain who was still screaming, he saluted him with a standard army salute, He turned around and jumped onto the small fishing boat on the pier.

The other players also followed Lin Ruoyu's actions, because it was said in advance and after being corrected by professionals, there was nothing wrong with the saluting actions of the players, and they seemed to know that they must be veterans.

After the player jumped on the fishing boat, untied the rope that fixed the fishing boat, and floated away from the pier along the river, the second lieutenant standing by the pier and a row of National Guard soldiers lined up neatly, with serious expressions to The players return the favor.

"Go all the way, heroes, the corpses of your comrades-in-arms left in Wall Street, we will find a way to bury them."

……

Chris looked at the playback in the player's sight video, and looked at the man who threw himself on the corpse and yelled, and he fell into deep thought.

Wo Ri, is this such a coincidence, I used the appearance of the missing person to pinch the face of the player, and I really met an acquaintance in New York.

He didn’t encounter this before, and Chris still wanted to continue to do it, because the files he bought hadn’t been used up yet, but now that something like this happened, he didn’t dare. Everyone knows that there must be a problem here.

"What the hell, this player's face pinching has to be random." Chris rubbed his chin in distress and thought.

"Do you want to give the players the permission to pinch their faces? Forget it, give them permission, it's easy to pinch a handsome guy, but if you make an ancient god look, this problem will become a big problem. It's better not to be lazy just to save trouble. "

In short, the Wall Street incident came to an end after tonight, and it just so happened that the New York bootlegging trade license was almost done, and the entire New York bootlegging forces were also defeated by the players of the Hunters Guild Alright, I'm almost finishing work now, so there's no need to make too much noise.

At the same time, Chris will have to face Director McKee's counterattack next. Although he looks down on the director who is proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, Chris's brain is very clear, and his judgment is not affected by his disgust. Even if Director Ji is not very capable, he must have his own unique news channel as the former director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. When he turns his attention away from Wall Street, what happened in Hell's Kitchen will definitely be hidden. But he is gone.

Now, Chris was waiting to see what Chief McKee was going to do when he knew what happened on Purge Night.

If Director McKee wants to come hard, then Chris will also come hard with him. If he is going to use soft methods, then Chris has a way to deal with it. Anyway, the worst result is to lose the position of the director of the sixteenth division. With such a result, Director McKee will definitely die.

Chris is not used to idiots, if you dare to understand my position, I will kill you... That's how it is done, and for a long time to come, Chris will have to prepare to hide.

Fortunately, Chris had already asked the players to help him prepare a lot of safe houses. When something happened, he hid in the safe house, and then operated the player to do things remotely through the system, without delaying the business.

"Okay, everything that needs to be done has been done, now let's see how McGee reacts."

Chapter 183 Chapter 170

Row after row, mutilated or charred corpses were neatly arranged in the open space in front of Wall Street. The corpses were covered with white cloth. Standing by the side, roughly looking at them, there were nearly half a dozen dead bodies lying on the open space. Hundreds of corpses.

That's not all, from time to time, there are people in Wall Street wearing closed masks and white overalls carrying the corpses here, and then placing them on the ground in order, covering them with white cloth, agents from the UNPROFOR and temporarily from various departments The forensic doctors drawn from the local area are nervously and busy examining these corpses, investigating their causes of death, and more importantly... identifying their true identities.

In order to achieve the final goal, the FBI not only mobilized a large number of cameras to take pictures of the faces and bodies of the corpses on the ground, but also hired several master painters at a large price, so that they could endure the nausea and express their gratitude to them. Those faces are described and supplemented by mutilated corpses, trying to restore the true appearance of the deceased as much as possible.

This time, the incident on Wall Street was too big, and it really affected the investment and security environment in New York City. Not to mention, it also had a huge impact on politics. Washington sent a special telegram asking the New York FBI to do this. To investigate things clearly.

Investigate clearly?

Then check it out. Although the UNPROF agents in New York haven't started their investigation yet, they all know that the water inside is very deep. , even the remains of the banker's private soldier who died inside are ignored for the time being.

The first is the identity of the thug who participated in the Wall Street incident. The detectives took the face photos and portraits of the deceased to the New York Police Headquarters to check, but found nothing, and then they went to various departments that manage foreign immigration information... To say Well, at present, there are too many departments in the United States that can issue citizenship certificates to immigrants, and it is too chaotic. Basically, the US government agencies with some power have this authority.

Therefore, FBI agents will spend a lot of time slowly investigating the past in their subsequent work.

Of course, the federal investigators are not fools. They don’t only work hard in one place to check their identities. They also use investigation warrants to rummage through the files of veterans of the US Army.

Because when Chris pinched people, many players used the files of the missing soldiers to pinch, so the investigation by the FBI agents will definitely be able to find out some results... But it will definitely take some time, after all To dig out the files that Chris took away from the massive files, and then find the players who died in Wall Street from these files. In the present, when there is no computer, this requires manual screening and review.

Chris doesn't need to think about things too far away for the time being. The Army copywriting managers who have received money will help him delay the investigation of the FBI agents, and even mislead them in the direction of the review. Even if they find the files, they will not Will know that Chris bought these files... Unless the officers who collected the money want the whole family to leave neatly, otherwise, even if they go to jail, they will not say anything.

It’s not that Chris threatens them, but that the soldiers’ files in the army are too tricky. If the officers in the files dare to speak indiscriminately, the generals above and the stakeholders around them will shut up these people, and there is no need for Chris. Do more.

……

"Oh..." On the second day after the Wall Street incident, early in the morning, after Chris used the system in his office to send the rewards that should be given to the players, he stretched himself and looked up at the window , Looking at the sunny scenery outside, Chris suddenly remembered one thing.

"Hey, I seem to remember that Li Gangjing captured a necromancer and came back. Now...he should be locked in the detention room of the police station. If you have time now, let's go and have a look." After finishing speaking, Chris stood up. Get up, hang a bunch of protective small parts on yourself, let the system load some magic power on yourself, prop up five magic shields, and only after making sure that your protection has no dead ends, open the office door. Go to the detention room of the police station.

"Ah~~~" Simon in the detention room, holding his head in his hands, was yawning boredly lying on the brick bed in the detention room, counting the number of ants on the ceiling.

After being caught in the [-]th Division, after waking up from a coma, Simon escaped from the prison immediately, but he quickly dispelled this unwise idea... He felt that the ground under his feet was branded very badly If Simon stays there honestly, it won't start. Once he intends to do something with magic power, the thing that gives Simon an ominous premonition will explode and kill him.

Of course, this alone cannot completely trap Simon, the necromancer. The inheritance he has accepted has too many tricks that can be used without using his own magic power. These tricks are not very lethal, but they can help Saimen door to leave the cell.

However, Simon still did not do this. The reason is that he was persuaded... The firearms equipped by the three or four policemen guarding the detention room area were all filled with bullets with magical fluctuations. Simon didn't know the specifics of those bullets. It's useful, but it's definitely not fun. Besides, he still hasn't forgotten how he got in.

The man who can resist the debilitating technique that turns a strong werewolf into a dead dog, although he has no magic power, but he can rush over to knock Simon down with the debilitating technique means that he has amazing strength Willpower and magic resistance, and in this police station, Simon also found three people like this, and each one was more ruthless than the other, especially the bald headed, flesh-faced sheriff, he saw him , the legs trembled.

Because Simon is a mage, and also a necromancer with his own mage inheritance, he is too familiar with souls, murderous aura, and dead aura, which are illusory and invisible to ordinary people. The breath should not be too strong, you don't know how many people have killed.

For this kind of death, Simon has always kept a respectful distance. After he left his small world and came to Europe, because of some things, the people he killed did not have a fraction of them. The ghosts he summoned by himself , I am especially afraid of this kind of people, not to mention attacking them, just getting close, the seemingly real evil spirit on the four policemen can make them disappear and turn into ashes.

Under such circumstances, Simon, who has no zombie bodyguards around him, said that he was a fart. Since it seems that the other party does not intend to kill him now, why should he take the initiative to cause trouble and invite severe beatings.

In this way, with such a mentality, Simon lived in the detention room with peace of mind until now.

"Dong dong dong...Prisoner in Detention Room 8, pay attention, someone wants to see you."

Chapter 184 : Chapter 170

Outside the No. [-] detention room, a policeman diligently moved a table and chairs in, and Chris waited at the side. After the stools and chairs were all set up, he waved to the policeman to leave the detention room, and then sat down on his buttocks. Going up, across an iron fence, he looked at the necromancer inside with great interest.

"Your name is Simon?" Chris looked at the documents on the table and asked aloud.

"Yes, my name is Simon." Simon replied cautiously. He looked down at the man in the police uniform in front of him with a flattering smile.

The situation cannot be controlled by Simon. Although the police chief outside the detention room is not as murderous as the four policemen, he has a very strong magic wave!

Seeing God, this strong man with obvious "beta" (A) strength in the fluctuation of magic power, what method does he rely on to live normally in such a magical desert world!

Not to mention that this strong man is covered with magic items, and those bright magic auras have opened the gate of magic power vision, and he was almost stunned by those colorful and bursting magic flashes just by taking a look. blind.

Simon is very curious and fearful. Facing such a powerful existence that can easily strangle him to death, he is only a necromancer who has just graduated from the master. The challenge level is only "Eslione" (D)", Simon How can you not be afraid.

"Where are you from?" Chris asked in a deep voice, looking at the young man with black curly hair, high nose and deep eyes, pale face and thin figure.

"I'm from Akron," Simon added.

"I was born in the world of Akron."

Akron world?

Chris glanced at Simon's appearance again. He was a little dazed for this young man with a typical Greek appearance, and then thought of Small World... Got it.

"You are not Greek?"

"Well, perhaps my ancestors were Greeks," replied Simon.

"Well, such things are not important." Chris brushed it off, and he looked deeply at Simon again, seeing that the latter was covered in hairs, as if he was completely naked.

Chris is looking at the aura entangled in Simon's body... There are weak fluctuations in magic power, and a strong dead air that can feed ghosts... Without resentment, you can't raise resentful spirits. There is only one word difference between ghost and resentful spirit, but the two There is still a big difference between.

Since there is no resentment on Simon, it means that he killed very few people. Even if he killed, he killed them quickly. Basically, there was no mass killing, and this means that Simon is not hopeless. abnormal.

"How many people have you killed?" Chris asked.

"Not many. After I left my hometown, I probably killed about [-] to [-] people." Simon replied honestly.

Well, there are only more than 30 people, which is really not many...compared with players.

"Why did you leave your hometown?"

"Uh, I made a mistake and was expelled by my mentor, and then my family also had opinions on me and wanted to punish me. In order to avoid punishment and for my dream, I left the world of Akron, wandered around Europe, and discovered People here are not very friendly to necromancers like me, so I came to the United States by boat." Simon replied evasively.

Chris didn't care either, and he didn't have any lie detector methods. This kind of inquiry was just to let Chris confirm the attitude of the necromancer.

"How long have you been in my jurisdiction?"

"About half a year."

"Did something happen?" Chris asked.