Something isn't quite right in New York lately. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Jones is just an ordinary patrolman, but because of his wandering around, he knows a lot about the small movements in the bottom of New York City.

Many people were attracted by the war in Afghanistan, smoking marijuana and pouring beer while betting that the damn communist bandits would lose in a few days, and there were many people who were arguing about the presidential election that began two months later, and Jones was one of them, but he was pessimistic that none of the candidates he could choose would be of little help to New York, and most of the time, people were repeating the daily routine of the city for a long time, going to work or being unemployed, beating children, beating wives, drinking, gambling, smoking marijuana......

At first glance, it seems normal, this vice city is still "thriving", there are still endless reports of shootings every day, endless thieves and ***, and Jones's most hated drag racing party.

However, a strange undercurrent is swaying in the turbulent waves of New York, and no one can see its specific appearance except for being hit by it.

When did it start? Jones took a spicy puff of homemade cigarette and looked through the hazy smoke of another brand-new sports car speeding by, envious and a little gloating: the recent disappearances on Long Island are the reason why he is here to stay.

It seems to have started almost at Christmas, and there was a big fight with the in the district, and the strange thing was that there was not a single corpse left behind by the people who fought with them, and the whole scene of the fight seemed to be shooting at the ghost with the, and what was even stranger was that there were a few white gunmen at the scene who seemed to be with the, which was really hell.

As for how Jones knew so clearly, he happened to be patrolling the neighborhood that day and was called over.

And it happened to be that day, a slightly strange request was ordered: keep an eye out for all strange and suspicious faces, look for a Mexican father and son, and attach photos. The reason is that there are two dangerous murderers, FUCK-IT, Jones doesn't believe it at all, there are more murders in New York every day, and the murderers are clear but not caught, in addition to putting them on the wanted list, how many have been seriously pursued?

Then something even more inexplicable happened: a series of office building shootings.

The reason why it is inexplicable is because in this strange story that has appeared in the newspapers and TV news, the common feature of all shootings is that there is no other common feature except that the shooting point is in a high-rise building, and the people who are shot are men and women, old and young, from cleaners to company presidents, almost all famous buildings in New York have been swept through, and there have even been several shootings where there is no one injured at all, but only some property has been damaged.

It feels like another version of Charles Whiteman [the famous psychopathic murderer, "Texas Clock Tower Sniper"), except that this psychopathic shooter doesn't necessarily aim at people.

And then there's this now: the disappearance of a rich man on Long Island.

I heard that it was the first report that appeared a week ago, and then it has been going on one after another, and nearly 20 people have disappeared, most of them are young people, and there are also a few middle-aged people, all of whom disappeared when they were alone, so that now the rich people on Long Island go out with at least one bodyguard, and there are also those who ask them to be escorted by the police, and I heard that the director was called by the mayor to talk alone for a night, and the next day the director couldn't sit down, and then there was an order for them to come and squat.

In Jones's view, crime is all about real money, just as he was a police officer just for money and not some shit justice. But what's happened recently...... Not New York at all!

Roll down the window and throw out the last bit of cigarette butt – huh!

The cold air rushed in his face, freezing Jones and shivering, and the culprit was a sports car that happened to be speeding past when he opened the window, well, it seemed to be the same model as the one he had just driven, with two beauties on it, one big and one small.

The last key point made Jones rarely have no temper, and beauties always had preferential treatment, especially the young lady with big red waves, compared with her lovely sister who stared at him, the kind of coldness that was only glanced at out of the corner of his eye, but made him have a thrilling beauty.

Poor Jones didn't know what a great opportunity he had just missed, or a good opportunity to die in the line of duty.

......

"Your expression is so unnatural, if you want to deceive others, you have to learn to deceive yourself. Chu Man not only wore the appearance of a red-haired beauty, but even his voice turned into a cold and sweet taste like a martini on ice: "If that policeman just now had been a little smarter, we would have a headache now on how to get out of the siege." ”

I don't know which tendon was wrong, Lai Wei stared at Chu Man's fake chest and asked, "Then do you really think you're a woman now (So,you-really-think-you're-a-women-right-now)?"

"Yes, $100 for this question, yes. Chu Man replied in the affirmative, and received a hundred dollars for this and Levi's expression of resentment and chagrin.

＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝

Mike Not Reporter Wallace woke up from the darkness with his head covered, and after seeing his surroundings clearly, he jumped out screaming, not because there was something horrible on the ground, but because of pure cleanliness, although he was completely incapable of doing certain things.

After standing up, Wallace also remembered the last memory he had before he fell unconscious: "Those two little cousins!"

Originally, he just wanted to invite them to his villa for two glasses of wine, listen to some music, and then discuss the art produced by human reproduction, and finally send them to heaven, and keep the most beautiful part of them as a memory of each other, but he didn't expect ......

"Damn, not only do you not accept my kindness, but you dare to do this kind of thing, I must ......"

Wallace could not continue, for a shrill horn suddenly sounded, startling him and stifling the rest of his words.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I want to play a game......"

A slightly childish female voice rang out from the corner, and not only Wallace, but also nineteen other people in the building had heard the pre-recorded words.

......

And the owner of this voice is making the final preparations: checking her two large guns.

Next to her, Chu Man was still putting pressure on her: "Use everything I teach you, it's just a shooting practice, but if you make a mistake, I won't help you." ”

On one side are twenty violent people who have been kidnapped and imprisoned for a day to a week, four of them are sadomasochists, two are pedophiles, and one rape and murderer, and on the other side is Levi, a new gunman.

Chu Man just waited to watch the play, and by the way, he would see if the "book" would react this time.