"So fast?"

"This is Manhattan!"

Compared to Wesley, who was surprised by the speed of the New York police officers, Firefox was accustomed to the image of the shooting ten seconds ago and the police officers coming ten seconds later, and there was no surprise at all.

This is Manhattan's Fifth Avenue!

In other words, it's the New York City tax district, and to put it bluntly, 90 percent of the NYPD companies are paid by Manhattan taxpayers.

In such a situation, can the New York Police Department not be fast?

In a capitalist society, people who are eligible to pay taxes are called people!

As for the rest?

Eighteen minutes to find out?

In a ghetto in Queens, it takes 18 minutes for a vehicle to arrive at the scene after you call the emergency services, which is the so-called 18-minute rule.

And in Manhattan?

In less than three minutes, you can file a complaint.

As for eighteen minutes in Queens?

Scold.

Sorry, taxpayers, taxpayers, poor people who are not eligible to pay taxes, do not have any right to complain.

Soon!

Five police cars stopped at the entrance of the Xingchen Building, and then ten police officers got out of the car with guns and rushed into the building against the flow of people running out of the Xingchen Building.

At the same time as it.

Wesley, who was observing the battlefield on the other side with a sniper rifle, seemed to see something strange and spoke again.

"Look."

“……”

Firefox came back to his senses, holding his observation glass, and looked towards the Star Tower.

The next second.

The beautiful eyes of the fire fox shrank again.

Eye-catching!

In the living room, Tyrone, who was holding a gun in one hand, grabbed Booker's collar with the other, and took Booker to the balcony, as if to show something.

Wesley stared at the other side with a kind of ostentatious movement, and frowned, "He can see us?" ”

Firefox didn't speak, just frowned, stared at the man who had pulled Booker in his hand, and seemed to be aimed at them, and then, directly poof, shot Booker twice in the head.

Moment!

Watermelon juice bursts!

"Boom!"

On the balcony, Booker, disguised as Tyrone, let go of the imposter with his right hand that shot his head directly, and then, licking his lips, staring at the firefox who was watching him on the roof of the opposite building, and made a phone call with a smile.

Firefox took off the scope with a blank face.

The corners of Booker's mouth went up, and he turned around and pulled the headless and hot corpse back into the living room.

The next second.

In the corner where Booker was sure that neither Wesley nor Firefox could see it, the imposter who had been shot in the head by Booker was shining brightly at this moment, and when Booker walked into the living room, he was completely transformed into a paper figure.

Belch......

The kind of paper man with no head.

[The Paper Man of the Strange Enchantress LeBlanc: After successful use, you can get a paper figure disguised as yourself, and the paper figure acts by basic instinct (Price: 10,000 game coins. ）】

"I can't bear to let the child trap the wolf!"

Booker thought so, put the paper figure in his hand that had changed back into his arms, then walked to the bar, took out a steak knife, and gave his right palm a knife expressionlessly: "Poof! ”

"Drop!"

"Drop!"

Booker tossed the steak knife aside, then fisted his right hand and let his blood drip onto a body that had lost his head in a car accident borrowed from the police morgue this morning.

Yuumi Cat, who was squatting on the counter not far away, watched all this with a terrified expression.

Soon.

Booker withdrew his hand, looked at the frightened Yumi cat, smiled, and said, "Stay at home obediently, I'll be back in a few days." ”

After speaking.

Booker walked towards the door without looking back, and when he passed the elevator room, he looked at the elevator that was going up, raised his eyebrows, and walked directly into the escape stairwell next to him.

Just the moment the door of the escape elevator hall closed.

Bite!

The elevator doors open.

"Quick!"

"Quick!"

Detective George Stacy took the lead, roared Booker, and then kicked the door open.

But......

Late.

Like in the hall that has been destroyed by the rainstorm, the bullets of the TT33 pistol and the bullets of the pistol are nine millimeters, the bullet casings are on the ground, the glass is also shattered, and behind the messy sofa, a headless corpse wearing an Italian handmade suit and crocodile leather shoes, and a nine-millimeter pistol scattered next to it instantly came into everyone's eyes.

George Stacy was stunned.

"Booker?"

“……”

The police officers who came in after George Stacy were also Spartan at this moment.

What?

Inside the police station, the legendary detective Booker, who claims to be able to shoot two rounds in a second, died?

The next second.

Just when some of the police officers were still Sparta, George Stacy, who was roaring angrily, was already running towards the headless corpse at this moment, and as he ran, he yelled at the police officers behind him: "Damn it, find this guy!" ”

Moment.

Several police officers came back to their senses collectively and quickly dispersed, and then, while taking out the walkie-talkie, they ordered the police officers who maintained order below to block the building and not let the suspect escape.

But......

Booker, who was wearing a coat, at this moment, had already followed the people who had evacuated from the Star Building, mixed in with it, lowered his head, and walked out of the building with his pockets in his pocket.

At the same time, a fiery red sports car was parked outside the cordon that had just been pulled up.

The windows open.

into the eyes.

A fire fox in a red dress, with sunglasses, full of royal sister style.

Booker approached, opened the door, got into the car, and did it all in one go.

Firefox kicked the accelerator and walked away.

"Eight minutes."

Booker, who was sitting in the passenger seat, took off his hood, looked at the time on his watch, and then, with a smile, looked at the driving Firefox: "The time is just right." ”

Booker said, and then, as he took the TT33 pistol out of his pocket, which had already been emptied, "I think this should be returned to you." ”

"Keep it."

Seeing this, Firefox glanced at Booker and said loudly: "Take it as a commemoration of your joining." ”

Booker smiled: "I thought you needed to verify whether that corpse was the target of my mission." ”

"No need."

Firefox looked at Booker with a smile: "He's the target, I know it very well." ”

"Oh."

Booker raised his eyebrows and said with some curiosity, "Do you know him?" ”

Firefox smiled, glanced at Booker, and then, looking back at the road, said in a light tone: "When we were young, we used to be neighbors. ”

Booker raised his eyebrows: "......"