Arthur did not find Bresta, who had already arrived at the Japanese Consulate in New York on Park Road and instructed the police to maintain order.

From what time in the morning, Bresta received reports of citizens gathering near the Japanese consulate in New York.

Aresta is cautious, he has always done things without giving authority, and he knows Li Mu's style very well, so Bresta immediately understood that there must be a behind-the-scenes promoter behind this matter.

In fact, all group incidents have behind the scenes, where do ordinary people have such great political sensitivity, and the power of individuals cannot compete with the state, even if there are media and newspapers to fuel the fire, if no one organizes, few citizens will pay attention to how many people died last night, at least not so much, and the reaction speed is not so fast.

By the time Bresta arrived at Park Road, Park Road was already bustling with people, with nearly 100 citizens gathered near the Japanese Consulate in New York, and a large number of media reporters nearby, waiting for the news to happen.

From the slogans held by the people, it can be seen that they are prepared.

"No violence, call for peace!" "We need a peaceful New York!" This kind of slogan is less intense.

"Hand over the murderer!" "Get out of New York, the Japanese!" Such a slogan is a bit of a damner.

There are also people who simply pray for the deceased, with candles on the ground, flowers on the walls, and even photos of the innkeeper's family.

It's just that the location of the photo is not very good, just on the gate of the Japanese Consulate in New York, making the Japanese Consulate in New York look like a mourning hall.

The crowd was still chanting slogans such as "Hand over the murderer", "We need an explanation", "Mob is not welcome in New York", and so on.

As time goes by, the number of people is still increasing, in fact, not only Chinese people love to join in the fun, but Westerners also don't think it's a big deal to see the excitement, many people don't even know what the purpose of gathering here is, just to show that they have freedom and democracy, they will join the gathered group.

As soon as someone joins in, he is stuffed with a papier-mâché American flag and a bulging brown paper bag containing a bottle of Budweiser beer and a few chunks of Springfield fried chicken, which is still hot.

Seeing this, whoever says that the people gathered spontaneously, Bresta will be confused with him.

"Sir, do you want to disperse the crowd?" As soon as Bresta arrived at the scene, the sheriff came to ask for instructions.

Mass incidents are prone to accidents, or large-scale clashes, or trampling, either way, which can be a disaster for the police.

"Why disperse? They have the right to assemble, and we, as police, have to make sure that people's rights are enforced, do they influence others? No, since there is none, our task is not to disperse them, but to protect them. "Bresta and Li Mu are good brothers, although there is no prior communication, Bresta can also instinctively make the right response.

"Understood! Sir! The sheriff understood, saluted, and hurried away.

The sheriff is not stupid, of course he can understand what Bresta means, and the end of not being able to understand is tragic, as the number of cars increases, the New York City Police Department is preparing traffic police, and no one wants to go out on the streets to direct traffic on a snowy day.

In fact, it is a good thing for the police to have this kind of incident, at least it can show the role of the police, and let those media people who talk and write all day long raise their noble hands, and it is also conducive to easing the relationship between residents.

In fact, the atmosphere at the scene was still very harmonious, and the protesting people drank beer, ate fried chicken, and shouted slogans, which was really conducive to physical and mental health.

The policemen are not polite, they still have to go to work on a cold day, and it is impossible to be uncomplaining, but fortunately, the people who distribute the food are very discerning, and in the cowhide bags sent to the police, there are two bottles of beer, and the fried chicken is also double, so when they are full of food and drink, the policemen will also shout two voices along with the slogan.

The atmosphere outside the consulate was so warm that the inside of the consulate was gloomy.

Nobu Watanabe and Masayoshi Oshima stood behind the window on the third floor of the consulate, looking at the excitement outside the consulate, and their faces were very ugly.

"Your Excellency, the phone number of the police station has not been reached." Oshima's voice was low, and there was no longer the impassioned spirit of the day before yesterday.

In those days, the phone was not a program-controlled phone, and it had to be transferred by the operator to connect with the police station smoothly.

This has never happened before, and the operators at ZAMA Electric are very professional and always get the phone to work as fast as possible.

Today, it is obvious that someone is obstructing it, and it has also made the Japanese consulate in New York angry, and the phone is not answered at all, and the police department cannot be blamed for its slow response and inaction.

"No need to fight, the police chief is here." Nobu Watanabe's face was pale, and standing in his place, he could just see Bresta's figure.

"I'll go and prepare, in case of an accident, be sure to ensure your safety." Masayoshi Oshima has to fulfill the duties of a military attaché, and in any case, Nobu Watanabe can't have an accident.

"No, since the police chief is here, things won't get out of hand." Nobu Watanabe was decisive.

If there is any accident at the Japanese Consulate in New York today, and Watanabe Shin and the embassy staff are unfortunately killed or wounded, then the face of the Japanese Government will certainly not look good, and Washington's face will not be bright.

The two countries have not yet killed each other!

However, the crowd gathered outside the consulate obviously did not understand this truth, and the guys who had eaten and drunk enough finally felt that they were simply shouting slogans, unable to vent the sulking in their chests, so sporadic attacks began to appear, and rotten eggs, tomatoes, and rotten cabbage gangs began to become weapons in the hands of the people, smashing into the Japanese consulate in New York with the door closed.

The Japanese Consulate in New York is a building facing the street, there is no garden at the door, and naturally there is no fence, although the doors and windows are closed, but rotten eggs and tomatoes are still very powerful, and soon white egg whites, yellow egg yolks, red tomatoes, and green cabbage gangs are pasted all over the exterior wall of the Japanese Consulate in New York, which is beautiful and green, and has a very postmodernist style.

Now it's certain that today's incident must have been premeditated, who has nothing to do with two rotten eggs in their pockets when shopping?

The reason why "mass incidents" are terrible is that there will be a "group effect", the law does not blame the public, if one person throws rotten eggs, someone will follow suit immediately, and the degree of tyranny will escalate, if you let a rotten egg, I will throw a potato, if you throw a potato, then I will throw more lethal bricks and stones.

In fact, in the modern city, it is not easy to find bricks and stones, and the sanitation work of the New York City government is still very efficient.

But nothing is as simple as it seems, if you are worried about something happening, then it is very likely to happen, and the park avenue, which used to be clean and tidy, today there are a few piles of small pebbles, and the size of the stones is easy to hold, a little smaller than an adult's fist.

So, of course, rotten eggs were quickly upgraded to stone.

When the people began to throw rotten eggs, Watanabe Nobu still gritted his teeth a little, looking at Bresta who was smiling in the distance and the idle policemen nearby, Watanabe Nobu firmly believed that the current idleness is a superficial article, and Bresta will definitely not dare to risk the world's condemnation and allow the people to attack the Japanese Consulate in New York.

Watanabe's letter was wrong, in Bresta's eyes, this level of "attack" could not be called an attack at all, at best it was a vent of popular resentment, and this venting was to be guided, and if it was not vented, it might cause more serious consequences.

Rotten eggs and tomatoes are definitely not as powerful as potatoes, and when people only use rotten eggs and tomatoes as weapons, the scene looks lively but actually not lethal.

Potatoes were different, as the first potato flew over, a piece of glass shattered, followed by more potatoes, and within two minutes, all the glass on the wall of the Japanese Consulate in New York was shattered, including the third floor where Nobu Watanabe and Masayoshi Oshima were located.

The potatoes came so quickly that people were caught off guard, and Watanabe Shin stayed behind the glass window one moment with confidence, and the next moment the glass window was shattered, and a fist-sized potato flew in through the broken window and smashed right on Watanabe's head.

It takes a lot of strength to throw a fist-sized potato from the level of the third floor.

Watanabe Shin felt like he had been punched head-on, his head was dizzy, his eyes were full of stars, and he fell to the floor with a "grunt" without any reaction.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, come quickly!" Masayoshi Oshima was shocked, and his voice changed in a hurry.

Several staff members rushed up and carried Watanabe Shin away, and in just a few moments, Watanabe Shin had already received five or six more hits.

When the crowd started throwing stones, Bresta finally couldn't sit still: "Tell them to converge and not to use offensive weapons." ”

Bresta didn't know that His Excellency the Consul had been knocked down by a potato, otherwise, perhaps Bresta would have reacted a little faster.

The sheriff, who had been standing by Bresta's side, hurried away, it might be too late to stop it now, but it was better than doing nothing.

Before the police could persuade them, a car came in the distance and got out of it was Arthur's secretary, Jimmy Jackson.

"Jimmy, has there been any good news for me, has the mayor any instructions?" Bresta and Jimmy are old friends, and they know each other very well.

"Mr. Mayor is a little worried about your side, you have to control the situation..."Jimmy had just said a few words, and turned his head to see the Japanese Consulate in New York in a mess, his expression was surprised.

This scene doesn't seem to be under control.

"Don't worry, Jimmy, everything is under control, with so many people present, it can't happen at nothing, right?" Bresta didn't care, as long as the people didn't storm the Japanese consulate in New York, it wouldn't cause too serious consequences.

In front of the Japanese Consulate in New York, Bresta commanded the police to erect a human wall, if it weren't for this layer of protection, it is estimated that some people would have been unable to hold it down.

"Oh my God, do you have to wait for someone to die before you are in trouble?" Jimmy felt that his head was a little big, and it was already a diplomatic incident to this extent.

Bresta doesn't have as much political consciousness as Jimmy, as long as it's not the citizens of New York who die, whoever loves dies will die.

Before Jimmy could speak, the reporters who had been waiting for the news were like sharks that smelled blood, hula-la-la.

"Mr. Jimmy, is there anything you would like to say about last night's violence?"

"There are rumors that Nobu Watanabe, the consul of the Japanese consulate in New York, was behind the violence last night, what is the city government's comment on this?"

"There's been such a violent incident, doesn't Mr. Mayor want to say something, he should give an account to the New Yorkers who have always trusted him."

"Will this be reported to Washington? Will we go to war with Japan? ”

The reporters asked questions in a rambling manner, and the questions became more and more terrifying.

"Gentlemen, please be patient, Mr. Mayor is in a meeting, and I believe there will be a press conference soon..."

The New York City government has established a press conference system, and all government employees know how to deal with the press, and Jimmy, as Arthur's secretary, knows it well.

"Mr. Director, I heard that this violent incident is the Japanese government's revenge on the Junma Group, what is your comment on this?"

"I heard that the light machine guns used in last night's attack were issued by the army, is there any basis for this claim?"

"Springfield is a legitimate American company, but now it has been violently attacked, will the police seek justice for Springfield?"

Seeing that there was no information coming from Jimmy, the reporters immediately took aim at Bresta.

"There is no doubt that yesterday's violence was a provocation to the New York Police Department, and I would like to reiterate here that the New York City Police Department will not spare any criminal, no matter who it is, if it wants to disrupt the peace of New York and threaten the safety of New Yorkers, we will resolutely crack down on it, please believe in our determination..."

Through the broken glass window on the third floor, the eyes of Masayoshi Oshima, dressed in military uniform, were full of hatred, and this scene was completely recorded by the reporter's camera.