Brett. Mahoney was driving a police car, and his mind was still in chaos, what was going on?

The co-pilot's partner was still cursing: "These damn madmen, first killing spree, then continuous explosions, do they want to destroy New York?" A bunch of bastards who deserve hell..."

Police cars drove down the street with the sound of sirens, and vehicles along the way avoided one after another, and from time to time ambulances and fire trucks could be seen rushing to rescue in other directions.

Arrived at the warehouse where the Russian gangsters were located in Hell's Kitchen, which was already in shambles, with broken glass everywhere and a large hole in the roof still billowing smoke. Several water dragons shot from the fire truck were still struggling to extinguish the remaining open flames.

The police had already opened a cordon, and there were still some citizens standing in the distance watching the excitement. Some of the tattered, charred corpses were lifted out and laid out there, and occasionally one or two with vital signs were pulled into the ambulance and quickly left.

Bright got out of the police car and said hello to a few colleagues, and then observed the scene.

"Any clues?"

"Not yet, the scene was seriously damaged, and the camera didn't capture anything useful, so we can only wait for the injured in the hospital to be rescued before asking for a confession."

"Damn it!"

"I've heard that the Vipers have been found to have done the bombing in Harlem, and that a mad psychopath did it in Times Square."

"It's miserable!" Bright shook his head.

"It's nothing here, I heard from my colleagues that Times Square is hell on earth!"

"Alas... Let's get to work first, see if there are any eyewitnesses, and then look for our own informants..."

……

Not far away, in the shadows on the top of a tall building, Matt and Li Mo were standing there looking down.

"It was a crazy night, and New York became a battlefield." Li Mo shook his head and said.

Matt didn't speak, his fists clenched, his whole body trembling with rage.

This is the city where he was born and raised, and he knows every street here. And the city was being poisoned by those bastards, and he could hear the frightened breathing of the inhabitants downstairs and the suppressed cries of the children.

Maybe Frank was doing the right thing?

Matt was taken aback by the sudden thought, and he even felt a little confused, and had some doubts about his long-standing insistence on not killing people...

He didn't know what was the best way to do it, but he knew that some people would have to pay for it!

Li Mo didn't feel as deeply as Matt, he was an outsider after all. But he's not the kind of person who gloates when he sees others in pain, and being at the scene of a disaster isn't a pleasant thing, and he kind of wants to go home.

The mobile phone rang suddenly, and Li Mo picked it up and saw that it was Claire. Tempe, isn't she supposed to be busy at this time?

"Hey, Claire, what's the matter?"

"Hey, Lee, there's a badly injured patient from Harlem named Turk. Barrett. I remember when you were in the hospital he came to see you, was he your friend? ”

“shit！ What did he go there for, and how is he now? ”

"While still in a coma, he has a serious injury to one of his arms, and doctors are amputating him."

………………

Times Square.

In the light of countless huge billboards, the place is still clearly visible, but it is not as prosperous as it used to be, only a mess.

There are many scraps of paper scattered on the street, only one shoe left, a shopping bag thrown aside and no one cares...

A row of corpses covered in white cloth lay there, and on the opposite row of ambulances with open back doors, there were also wounded people with broken heads.

Some people are in a trance, some are crying loudly, and some are trembling and keep drawing crosses on their chests...

There were many cops asking for survivors' confessions, others leading wolfdogs to check for other bombs that might be there, and several F.B.I. in suits were arguing fiercely.

With a strong sound of breaking the air, a golden-red figure roared with a long tail flame, and landed on the road with a sonorous sound.

It's Iron Man Tony Stark.

However, there was no longer the crowd cheering for him in the past, and the people at the scene just looked at him numbly.

The visor bounced up, revealing Tony Stark's frowning face. Walked up to a couple of FBIs who were arguing and asked, "Do you know who did it?" ”

"Billy. Morens, a retired Army soldier, was found to have PTSD after returning from the battlefield in Afghanistan, and this is the suicide note we found in his home. An F.B.I. showed Tony the tablet in his hand.

Closing the armor, Jarvis began to quickly mobilize all of Billy's previous information, contacts, bank accounts...

Findings: No internal conspiracy, no external enemy instructions, just an American GI driven insane.

Tony was a little confused for a moment, he had the most advanced and powerful weapons, but what about the enemy,

Where is it?

Who should he fire on?

Confusion followed by anger, Tony couldn't help but start sneering: "Ha, crazy soldiers, suicide bombers, it's the work of great America again." ”

Several FBIs at the scene looked at each other and did not speak. Tony was still whining, and one finally couldn't help but ask, "So where were you when it happened?" Mr. Iron Man. ”

Tony opened his mouth and was speechless, he had just returned from Afghanistan, where he had fought a gang of terrorists.

On a large billboard in the square, the Stark Group's product advertisement came to an end. Tony's face appeared, waving confidently and saying:

I'm Iron Man,

I am the guardian of America!

………………

Manhattan, Crow Avenue.

NYPD Headquarters.

An impromptu press conference is being held here, with flashing lights and a blinding light from time to time with a clattering sound.

The resolute-faced First Deputy Commissioner George Brown. Stacy stood on the stage, feeling like she was facing a bunch of hungry wolves.

The police chief is too old to stand the pressure to submit his resignation and retire early. George. Stacy temporarily exercises the powers of the Director. But the reporters in the audience don't care who you are, and the sharp questions keep ringing out.

"Chief George, first two mass killings, then a series of bombings, how do you feel about the current state of law and order in New York?"

"Director George, what about your previous promise? What do you think about some legislators criticising the corruption of discipline in the police department? ”

“……”

Ben sitting in the audience. Ulrick looked around at his peers as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and shook his head helplessly. He understands his peers' thirst for big news, but it's really not appropriate to do so at this time.

Thinking of this, Ben. Yurick stood up and asked loudly, "Chief George, for the current situation, I would like to ask if the police department has any corresponding response plan?" ”

George, who had already been asked a little annoyed, glanced at the book appreciatively. Yurik. He knew that this journalist, a former Pulitzer Prize winner, had since become obscure.

By Ben. Ulrick gives the steps, George. Stacy said calmly into the microphone, "It's been a sad day, and there have been horrific tragedies in a row. In the case of Hell's Kitchen and Harlem bombings, we have found that the New York City gangs were responsible, and they have seriously disrupted the social order of New York. We will crack down on them more than ever before. ”

"I appreciate that the country in the East has carried out a similar operation and that the law and order situation has been radically reversed. Therefore, I gave this operation the same name, which is, "

"The first New York crackdown!"

………………

Harlem.

Watch the live broadcast of the NYPD press conference on TV. In George. After Stacy said the beating, Maria, a black congresswoman, could no longer contain her anger and yelled at her brother Cornell.

"Is that what you want to see? It's not the New York of the 50s! You're a gangster, you should hide in the sewers like a rat instead of playing terror! ”

Cornell was a little helpless: "I didn't order it to be done, it was done by a guy with a brain problem." And who would have thought that there would be three explosions at the same time? I plan to disappear for a while. ”

"So what should I do? Many people know that you are my younger brother, and the embezzlement of campaign funds has not yet been settled, and this kind of thing has happened again. There are already legislators asking questions! ”

Cornell pressed his brow in a headache.

…

Chinatown.

Mrs. Gao watched the live broadcast on crutches, and a mocking smile leaked from the corner of her mouth, "Stupid people, when you decide to stir up the deep pool, you have to be prepared to face the crocodile." However, now is not the time, and I need to be away for a while. ”

For this old man, power and money are only means, not ends. She decided to give up part of her strength to stay here to play with the police and do more important things on her own.

Mrs. Gao didn't know what she thought, and her old face showed memories, "Kunlun..."

With the sound of crutches hitting the ground, the hunched, hunched figure with its legs gradually disappeared into the darkness.

…

A building near Central Park.

Wilson. Fisk watched the live broadcast with a blank face, although the three explosions in a row surprised him a little, but none of them had anything to do with him, didn't it?

Someone will take on all this.

And he will be the victor in the end.

James. Wesley raised his glasses and looked at the majestic figure in front of him with admiration, what a perfect leader! He knew he didn't have what it took to be the leader, but he would help him become the Underworld Emperor of New York.

A graceful figure walked over and hugged Wilson. Fisk.

"Dear Vanessa, my goal is about to be achieved. I'll spend more time with you then. Fisk looked at the woman in his arms and couldn't help but show a hint of tenderness.

Ever since he and his mother split his sadistic father's body, he has been in dark solitude until he meets the woman in front of him.

"Honey." A hint of hesitation flashed across Vanessa's face, "I'm proud of you, but what's the use, we're always in the dark. ”

"You don't understand, dear, only ......"

"I'm pregnant!" Vanessa interrupted Fisk's words, "I want our son to appear in front of the world in the open!" We have other ways, don't we? ”

Fisk's face was delighted, and he involuntarily touched an old cufflink on the cuff of his suit. It was he who touched his father's corpse to remind himself not to be like his father.

After a long silence, a smile appeared on Fisk's face, "Listen to you, dear! ”

"Councillor Cherry, it's me, Fisk." Wilson. Fisk pulled out his phone and dialed a number, "I'll support you in getting rid of Bloomberg and becoming mayor." I need you to organize a charity dinner for me. ”

"Yes, I decided, I need all New Yorkers to know me, Wilson. Fisk! ”