Although Matthew didn't elaborate, President Maya understood what he meant. And she didn't have the slightest doubt about Matthew's words.

My perception talent is an active passive skill, uh, a bit of a mouthful, but that's pretty much what it means.

Usually if you don't pay attention, President Maya can't feel the information around her, but once Maya opens her perception, everything within her range can be perceived. The more nuanced it is, the shorter the Maya's perceptual distance, which is almost indistinct beyond 200 meters.

Matthew's Super Hearing is a completely passive skill around the clock, with no switches, and he has to pick up everything within range at all times.

Although Maya's perception is perverted enough to see the mitochondria inside cells, the range is far less than that of Matthew.

Peak Daredevil can spy on most of New York!

How big is this New York?

Not to mention the land area, New York itself is made up of an island and three peninsulas. In other words, there is a sea that is not a short distance between each ward!

Then Matthew's hearing is at least more than 15 kilometers, and to be honest, it is more than Kagura's eyes.

Even if Matthew had just mutated not long ago, his perception range was far greater than that of Maya. And Matthew's hearing can be turned on or off, and he can't listen to it if he wants to, these messages are probably what he heard unconsciously.

Now, here's the problem!

Matthew heard the news and felt that the problem was serious, so he informed President Maya. But in this matter, President Maya also felt a pain in her head, and she also felt very helpless!

Even if all the guns of the classmates are confiscated temporarily, what can be done?

The guns in the United States are proliferated like the pencil knives of our Celestial Empire, yes, they are pencil knives, not kitchen knives!

In the morning, the pistols were collected, and in the afternoon the street gangsters immediately distributed new ones. The seizure of guns will not fundamentally solve the problem!

President Maya can't directly transform into Spider-Man and go to the street to kill the big bosses of his classmates, after all, Hell's Kitchen lacks everything, that is, there is no shortage of black bastard leaders!

Leave it alone?

No, those bastard bosses are obviously looking for cannon fodder. After tonight, those fools don't know how many are left, maybe they will be wiped out!

President Maya propped her forehead and meditated for a long time before she raised her head and asked, "Matthew, what do you think should be done?" ”

"Collect their weapons at once and stop ......," Matthew said halfway excitedly, but also stopped suddenly.

Obviously, he also understood President Maya's concerns and realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Matthew, how long do you think the Frank incident has affected students? I mean, how long does it take to avoid the limelight? President Maya asked.

The reason why President Maya asked Matthew was that he knew that Matthew's superpowers were very convenient for gathering information, and he definitely knew more than Maya herself.

"In a week or so, if there is actually a mass shooting, the police will intervene. Now some of Hell's Kitchen's ambitions are ready to fly, it's up to them to explode. Matthew weighed his words, he couldn't tell President Maya, and the police were ready to watch from the sidelines, the information was confidential and difficult to explain.

President Maya's eyes flashed, and he said, "So the possible street shootout tonight is just the beginning, and there will be more fierce battles later?" ”

"Yes!" Matthew affirmed.

"And when these unrest reach a certain level, the police will intervene?"

Matthew hesitated, but finally nodded and admitted, since he had already come to inform President Hansen of the news, he didn't want her to miscalculate.

President Maya nodded secretly, this Matthew is really a good-hearted person, risking exposing his superpowers, just to save those bastard classmates who often bully him.

Didn't Matthew know that there was a big hole in these words of his own? Matthew was sure that President Hansen, with his cleverness, would have doubted the source of his own information.

But he still told what he heard from the police station.

And President Maya also knew that Matthew was a person with super hearing ability, so naturally he would not doubt his words.

3 p.m., XX Community High School in Manhattan.

"What's going on? Why does the radio notify us to meet at the playground at this time? A black senior in high school put down the basketball in his hand and asked his companion.

"I don't know? I don't know, but it sounds like a message from the student union. The tall white companion replied.

"Lao Tzu is not going, what the hell, Lao Tzu still has to practice basketball, and I will participate in the NBA draft in June this year!"

"Go to peat, just you still draft? Why would you sign up? ”

"How not? Don't you know? Every year, President Hansen posts the draft process in the school newspaper, and the school will arrange accordingly. ”

"Grass! You're all in high school, and you're calling that little to smash the president, you're sick! The tall white man scolded and spat out a mouthful of phlegm.

"What are you two talking nonsense about? Let's go, the radio just said that latecomers will be deducted 2 moral points, which is very serious! A third companion chimed in.

The tall white man was even more angry, "Go to the special moral points, Lao Tzu and you cowards used to be the same level students, and now you are all going to graduate, I am still a senior in high school!" Just because of this damn moral score, Lao Tzu repeated three times! I read four eighth-graders! I finally got into high school, but I didn't expect that Reeves to get a moral point! ”

The tall black basketball player was not happy when he boarded, and the were only able to say to us blacks, you white-skinned pig still dared to scold the in front of Lao Tzu.

"Fak squid, Duke! You have a clean mouth, there is a kind of you don't go, anyway, you have already left three levels, you are ready to graduate from high school at the age of 30! ”

"I ......"

......

"Nana, what is the president asking us to gather in the playground for our seniors?"

"I don't know! I'm also wondering! ”

......

"Hey, Matthew, why are those high school students meeting in the playground too?"

"Are there any high school students? I can't see it! Anyway, the primary and secondary schools share a common playground, so maybe there's something important about it! ”

......

"Please be quiet, quiet! I'm Andre Reeves, a junior in high school, and I'm the student body president of the high school! This time, not only the four grades of high school, but also the students of the seventh and eighth grades of elementary school gathered here. Well, the main thing is that President Hansen has something to say, and now President Hansen, please! “

After the black guy Reeves finished speaking, he immediately ran off the rostrum and ran to President Maya's side, "Lord, now you can go up and speak!" ”

President Maya nodded lightly, "The microphone is a bit high." ”

Reeves looked up, well, the microphone stand is one meter six, and the growth is less than one meter four.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! This is a mistake on the part of the subordinates, and it is causing trouble to the elder, please wait a little longer, and it will be fine right away, and it will be fine right away......"

After speaking, Reeves's tall body was as fast as a tanuki, and he took five steps and made two steps to the rostrum. Without bothering to wipe the hot sweat from his forehead, Reeves quickly lowered the microphone to one meter three, just right for President Maya.