The next morning, the New York police officers in charge of washing the floor arrived late to witness the traces of last night's revelry, along with New Yorkers who were forced to get up early and carefully walk out of their apartments.

A black woman staggered out into the street, instantly frightened by the scene on the street, having lived in the Bronx for six years and had never been the scene of a shooting as intense as last night.

The streets were strewn with bullet casings, and the two machine-gun-damaged buses were still billowing scorching black smoke, and even though the rain had washed away a lot of the contents last night, she could imagine how horrible it had been last night.

One after another, residents of the neighborhood went downstairs, and behind the bullet casings on the streets, they were like people who hesitated on the edge of a puddle and could not get their feet, fearing that stepping on the bullet casings would stain their shoes, and they did not dare to move forward at all.

"Look here, what the environment we live in! If you don't make a little time for those crazy people to vent, every day will be like this! ”

Suddenly a man's roar came from the crowd, "Who wants to be like this every day, I'd rather have only one day a year than be like this every day!" The new Father of the Nation will be able to save us, and the fools who oppose the new rules will let them eat guns every day! ”

"That's right! I don't want to live like this every day! ”

"I support the New Father of the Nation and I don't want my kids to have to face these damn guns every day......"

The man's roar seemed to ignite a night of depression, and some of the residents who supported the new rules of the new Founding Fathers also spoke out to vent their pent-up negative emotions.

Last night, listening to the fierce firefights outside, they clutched their pistols in fear and hid them in cabinets, fearing that the thugs who fired the guns would break into their homes and stick the muzzles of automatic weapons into their.

They didn't dare to sleep all night, even in the second half of the night when the gunshots disappeared, for fear that they would never wake up after falling asleep.

The crowd gradually became frenzied, and with a few people taking the lead, slogans in support of the new rules of the new Father of the Nation were inexplicably shouted.

At this time, a news car from the N cable news network drove into the intersection.

A male reporter with a small beard stepped out of the bus with the cameraman and shot at the scrapped minibus.

Seeing the camera, the residents who rarely reached a consensus gathered around and tried to make their voices heard through the media.

"Be quiet! We will conduct a live broadcast later, and only two people will be selected to answer the questions, and those who are confident in their ability to express themselves can sign up! The host comforted the residents, and his heart was happy, and he met the performance early in the morning.

The mass shooting in the Bronx, New York, is enough news to blow up the whole country, and if you add a little bit of straight topic, the ratings will definitely continue to rise.

"Me! Let me tell! A man wearing a red cap and muscular cheeks flushed with anger raised his thick right arm, relying on his size advantage, he directly squeezed through the crowd of people who surrounded him, and his face was still very excited.

After the host saw the man's appearance, he decisively decided that it was him, "Okay! That's you! ”

"And my ......"

Soon after, a skinny black woman was elected in the direction of the women's crowd.

"Very good!"

Red necks and minority black women, coupled with high-profile topics of violence and shootings, it is difficult for N TV to have low ratings this time!

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The citizens of New York City saw a story on the morning news that was full of topics.

Yesterday, a large-scale clash between unidentified armed groups broke out in the Bronx district of New York, and the news captured many impactful images recorded by citizens' mobile phones.

The continuous flashes of light in the dark places of the streets and alleys, the dense and piercing gunshots, these imminent horrors, all stimulate the nerves of New Yorkers.

n News interviewed passers-by who had experienced last night's shooting, and a red-faced, emotionally charged white man appeared on television.

"Last night there were hundreds of people shooting at my house with fully automatic weapons, and every day I walked down the street worrying if I would be killed suddenly, madman! I don't care what you guys think, you lunatics better be honest, and if the police don't do anything, support the new rules of the new Founding Father's Organization, and set aside a day for those lunatics to shoot each other's mother's guns, trash! ”

Immediately, the camera turned to a black woman in tears, her voice choked, and she vented her emotions to the camera.

"My child was woken up by gunshots just after he slept last night. I want to... To reassure him, he asked me 'why... Every day, I heard, the gun ......'Sorry.' Forgive me as a mother, I never thought that one day I would support that crazy new rule, but I realistically tell me that if you don't give madmen a regular time to vent, they will treat every day as a killing day......"

Killing Day ......

A very interesting combination of words, Day of the Killing, what a fitting holiday name it is!

The people of a certain palace smiled slightly, and with the help of the east wind, they accelerated the progress of social experiments.

……

Citizens who had been tormented by gunfire all night went out to march to speak up for their rights and act for their own interests.

During the day, they shouted slogans hoarsely, just to make it easier for the official forces to react.

In the evening, they dragged their tired bodies back to their residences after a day of struggle, discussing the location and items of tomorrow's parade.

But I didn't know that the streets that had just been cleared were in the night, and 24 minibuses drove up......

The High Table Messengers have once again arrived on the battlefield, and this time, their equipment has been upgraded.

They learned to be obedient and stopped the car when they were still three kilometers away from the construction site.

The doors of the minibus opened, the armor was thickened, and a high-table messenger wearing a night vision device stepped out of the compartment.

The weapons in the hands of the high-table messengers were mostly replaced with 320 carbines with 4 grenade launchers.

There are also high-table emissaries with other weapons, shotguns, multi-barrel grenade launchers, and general-purpose machine guns.

After getting out of the car, they began to slowly advance in a street battle formation.

The soldiers of the special operations forces were also fully prepared in the face of the high-level messengers who attacked again with heavy firepower.

Each person has a machine gun, anyway, he has good physical fitness and an exoskeleton, and he can easily suppress it even if he dismantles the vehicle-mounted machine gun.

The firefighters all use multi-barrel grenade launchers, there are miniature missile launch compartments on fixed fire points, there are unmanned attack aircraft in the sky, and the air-to-ground fire support of drones can blow up the high-table dog directly into the sky.

The distance between the two sides is that Shiro Kaeda is standing on the rooftop of an apartment, and behind him are the students of the Heike Killer Academy, both of whom are holding binoculars in their hands, and their movements are uniform, but they are not looking in the same direction.

Some students were looking at the high table messengers, and some were looking at the umbrella company's construction site.

The Umbrella Company's construction site had sporadic flickering lights, and the night-enhancing algorithm in the combat helmet had to provide a faint light for the algorithm to be useful.

When the soldiers of the special operations unit deployed a one-person-tall miniature missile launch bay under the light, Shiro Hirata's brain began to tremble, what do you want to do with so many heavy weapons?

It's a residential area......

Even if their killers are used to killing people on crowded streets, the rockets are ...... No, not really......