Ninety-nine-nine!

This is a calling code.

This code is the most serious of the NYPD call codes, because, once it appears, it symbolizes one thing.

Police officers are shot at each other!

Even......

It's already hanging.

Booker stood up with a thud when he heard George say this, and even put the matter of killing Mephisto two years after he had just missed it.

Isn't it just a Mephisto?

What's the big deal.

As soon as Lao Tzu hangs on the wall, are you still afraid that a poor man with a kryptonite life will not succeed?

"Who?"

Booker hurriedly asked, "Beckett or Bob?" Or Cruz? ”

Kate Beckett, the detective of the second serious crime group, Bob Hayes and Nick Cruze are the third group.

"It's not clear, I'll be there in half an hour."

"I'll go right away!"

"Okay."

Booker hung up the phone, drank the bourbon from the cup, and then, grabbing the car keys on the desk, walked straight to the door.

Bang.

"Meow?"

A Norwegian forest cat lying on the sofa in the living room heard the movement of the door closing, looked up directly, flashed its big eyes, and looked at the empty bar: "Meow? What about people? Say okay and masturbate me.,Meow?? ”

Airplanes!

A blue Ford Raptor roared, and rushed out of the basement of the Star Building, with a tail flick, Booker, who was driving the car, lit a cigarette, and then, with one hand, directly took the police light placed on the passenger seat and buckled it on his Raptor pickup.

Next second!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Police lights flash.

Booker kicked the accelerator and went directly to Manhattan unscrupulously, increasing his speed to 120 yards, and quickly headed in the direction of Brick Street.

That's why Booker joined the New York Police Department after graduating from college.

Not only domineering, but also legal drag racing in New York City.

Plus......

Legal killing?

Soon.

Brick Street arrived.

Late at night in New York, it was raining, and as soon as Booker turned his car into Brick Street, he saw that the entrance of the alley opposite an old building was already full of police officers.

"Booker!"

"George."

Booker stepped forward, hugged George, who had just arrived at the scene like him, and then the two walked towards the cordon.

"Who?"

"Alyssa Roy."

George pulled away the cordon and told Booker the latest information: "The patrol officer of the 33rd Precinct, who is in charge of Brick Street and Adelson Street tonight, did not receive a report fifty minutes ago, so he sent the nearest patrol officer, and the result was ......"

said.

Booker and George saw a drenched corpse lying under a parasol not far away, and a forensic doctor who had just arrived at the scene and was conducting a preliminary autopsy.

But......

This forensic doctor is not what Booker knew.

"Where's Dr. Maryland?"

"On leave, this is Dr. Henry Morgan from the second office of the medical examiner."

"Doctor's ......"

Dressed in a suit inside and white outside, he was squatting on the side of the corpse, and the examiner, Henry Morgan, who was doing the examination, heard this, looked up at George and corrected, "Dr. Morgan." ”

If you don't go to the Federation, you won't know how persistent a person is about what he calls himself if he has a doctorate.

George smiled, "Okay, doctor. ”

Booker was in this Henry Morgan ...... When the medical examiner looked up, an insight was lost.

[Name: "Henry Morgan"]

[Level: "20"]

[HP: X/200]

[Magic: 0/0]

[Status: "Cursed"]

[Faction: "Stranger"]

"Shhh

Booker raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but gasp inwardly, and took a few more looks, a content that caught his eye in the cursor state that only he could see.

HP: X/200?

What does it mean?

Is there a maximum amount of blood, but there is no current amount of blood?

What's the situation?

Is it because of the cursed state?

Or, is this a movie character or a TV series character that messed into the Marvel Universe or something?

Booker thought so in his heart, just in case, he also threw an insight at George.

[Name: "George Stacy"]

[Level: "23"]

[HP: 230/230]

[Status: "Fan"]

[Lineup: Friendly]

"Hmm."

Booker nodded secretly, confirmed his eyes, and then glanced at Forensic Doctor Henry Morgan, who was very attached to his doctor's title, and got to the point: "Time of death?" ”

A police officer was attacked, and that was a big deal.

If the police can't even protect their own identities, then who can guarantee the safety of the people.

Once it comes to killing police, there are more than 80,000 police officers in New York, and those who are on vacation will directly cancel their vacations.

When necessary, the New York Police Department can directly pull up all the 21 bridges on Manhattan Island, when the suspect who killed the police is caught, and when will the seal be lifted.

Of course.

Basically, a suspect who has violated the 999 code is unlikely to sit in the electric chair.

Because......

Such people, basically, are not arrested.

Without him!

Forgiveness is God's business, and their task is to send this suspect to God.

Surrender?

What are your dreams?

Whoever dares to catch this suspect will definitely face the contempt and exclusion of 80,000 colleagues in New York.

After all......

No one wants to be killed by a suspect, and then, his colleagues don't help him avenge him, and he gives that suspect humane treatment.

The time of death was about the same as the time of disconnection on the call desk.

"The estimated time of death is between three and four o'clock today."

"The call desk is missing at 3:30."

"Then he must have been killed between three and three thirty."

Henry Morgan forensic doctor pointed to the policewoman's eyebrows as he spoke: "The cause of death, so far, is obvious. ”

Booker stared at the policewoman's eyebrows.

A headshot.

This is the execution.

George looked up at Booker: "Gangsters? ”

Gangsters may be a rarity in the eastern country.

But in the Commonwealth, especially in New York City, not to say that it is very common, but it can also be said that in some areas, gangsters, basically, are distinguished by one building, and even do it, and a hundred steps can be walked to be able to cross ten gangs wonderful scenes.

And the execution of murder is the favorite method of gangsters.

Booker frowned, and then, looking not far away, at the surveillance placed above the alley.

The heads of the surveillance cameras were cut off.

……