It wasn't a good night's sleep in Brooklyn.

Not because of nightmares, but because there are too many things.

In addition to the two rookie prosecutors who call and disturb in the middle of the night, there are also Frank and Reilly.

Compared to Brooklyn, who had slept for a short time, Frank never closed his eyes at all, and he didn't even return home.

Reilly was comfortable.

He had dinner with his sons, Jerry and Joseph, and sat down for a while before leaving and going to work.

- Jerry finally can't beat little Joseph and returns to the apartment with an oil bottle.

The big reason why they didn't sleep well was because - Orvis appeared.

Walter O'Brien didn't care much about Brooklyn's suggestion of 'doing a little favor', and positioning a bus was just a simple matter for him to do.

But then things turned out to be more than he expected.

There was no one on the bus, and the person they were looking for got off early!

Walter was in the mood.

He asked Brooklyn for a photo, and then pulled out a facial recognition software he had written and changed it to invade Arkansas' traffic surveillance system.

Starting from the gas station where the bus stopped for the first time, and ending at the place where the bus was stopped by the state police, radiating to both sides, screening and investigating one by one.

After the investigation was fruitless, he recalculated the distance that Orvis might have walked after walking and hitchhiking, and after delineating the range, he sifted through the pictures uploaded by mobile devices in the range.

Finally, the results came at around 3 a.m.

Orvis was caught on the phone of a girl traveling along an interstate road, slumped on the side of the road, disheveled.

After getting the results, Brooklyn immediately contacted Frank, who contacted the Arkansas State Police, went to his destination, and finally found Orvis.

When the Arkansas State Police took Orvis back to the police station and waited for the NYPD people to come and take him away, the photo of Orvis went viral again.

The public opinion offensive against Orvis, which had been stalled, 'set sail' again.

[Slutty girl naked 'dedication']

[The dwoman's desires are not satisfied]

[Blessed are the Arkansas truckers!] 】

[Not only does she not want money, but she will also give money to the guests who 'patronize' her!] 】

[Shame on Baruch Academy! Shame on Texas! 】

[You say, did she ever talk to the dog?] 】

[I suspect she won't even let go of the tree!] 】

[The P picture in the event is too conservative! 】

[When she heard that the state police in Arkansas found her, she even pestered the state police and asked that she must xx before she would be allowed to get in the car and leave]

[Has she been biochemically modified, and her X desire is so strong! ] 】

Maybe she just likes it! We want to respect personal preferences! 】

[Exposing SZ organs in public is already a crime, right? 】

[Will she be convicted of bribing the police? 】

[She should be thrown into prison to relieve the suffocated male prisoners, she must be happy! 】

[According to reliable sources, there are already a number of S sex film companies trying to get in touch with her! ] 】

[Brazzers keeps up with current affairs, and the latest film is coming!] [Note 1]

……

Things didn't go for the worst – Oves fell to Burnse Norton – but neither did they go for the better.

An important plan in the Brooklyn Plan to eliminate Pence Norton's viability by time difference is ruined by a casual photo of a woman on an interstate road trip.

In just three hours, the online reports about Orvis were overwhelming.

Brooklyn immediately informed Frank and Reilly that they were ready to 'meet the bayonet' with Burns Norton!

However, the accident did not end there.

On Thursday, May 2, the weather was sunny and sunny in New York, and a slightly humid sea breeze swept through the cosmopolitan metropolis, taking away a touch of irritability from busy pedestrians.

On such a beautiful morning, Orvis committed suicide!

After confirming that Pence Norton already knew about their plans, Frank stopped hiding and sent a police helicopter directly to Arkansas to pick up Ovis.

Orvis has remained silent since he was discovered, wearing an Arkansas State Sheriff's coat and wearing nothing underneath.

As the police helicopter flew over New York City, she sat up as she was confronted by several television and newspaper helicopters, one of which stood out with a large logo sprayed on it.

When the helicopter opened the cargo compartment to reveal a heavily armed photographer with a camera on his shoulder, Orvis suddenly unbuckled his seat belt, took off the only clothes on his body, spread his arms, and jumped naked.

The camera is expensive and the shooting effect is very good. The photographer who uses it is even more veteran, having won a gold medal from the WPP, and is very good at capturing images.

】

The experienced photographer captures the final shots of Orvis with clarity.

She spreads her arms, her back down, and brazenly displays her good, youthful body to the camera.

The damp sea breeze whipped her hair, and the sun gilded her with a holy golden light.

She was like an angel with her wings cut off, and she was incredibly beautiful.

The angel who had been expelled from Yin Dian Garden fell into the world, and his clean facial features were twisted together to form a resentful expression.

Bang –

"We are all demons who cut off the wings of angels"

The photographer kept the camera on the downward movement and muttered.

…………

News.

In the studio, the host of the house is excitedly commenting on the live broadcast.

“…… We can see that Orvis, who is known as the 'New York D woman', was picked up by the NYPD. ”

"Frankly, I don't know what the NYPD is trying to do."

"Such a disgusting woman, the moment she entered the sky over New York City, the whole of New York was polluted by her!"

"Baruch Academy is disgraced for her!"

"New York is disgraced to her!"

"The Federation will even become the laughing stock of the whole world because of her!"

"She should be ...... Earth...... Prison ......"

As the news anchor was talking, the teleprompter across from him was flipping, displaying insulting words.

Suddenly, Orvis leaped down.

The teleprompter is stuck.

The news presenter was dumbfounded.

At this moment, everyone watching the news program froze.

…………

Texas, San Antonio, suburb.

Velázquez was babbling about how to go out and meet people, the strange looks of her neighbors looking at her.

Mr. de Silva sat in front of the television, beer in his hand, and tilted his head to pour half a bottle of wine into his stomach.

Bang –

The glass bottle collided with the tabletop, startling Ms. Velasquez.

"Shut up!"

De Silva tugged at his braids, grabbed the old man beside him, and stamped his boots outside.

“oh my god！ oh my god！

oh my god！

！ She jumped!

！

”

The TV set heard the abrupt, high-pitched screams of the host.

Mr. de Silva paused and ran back to the television, just in time to catch a glimpse of the camera before it shifted.

Viewed from above, it looks like a bright red flower blooming on the top of a building in New York City.

De Silva breathed heavily.

“oh my god！

”

Ms. Velasquez came out of the kitchen in an apron and exclaimed, covering her mouth.

Without saying a word, De Silva clutched his double-barreled shotgun and headed outside.

"Where are you going?"

Velasquez asked aloud.

De Silva glared back at Velázquez viciously, his eyes were red, and the flesh on his face trembled violently, looking very hideous.

"I ......"

De Silva had just opened his mouth to spit out a word when he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his chest, and his eyes went dark.

Then, he fell to the ground with a 'winter' thud.

“oh my god！

oh my god！

！

”

"Come on! Help me! ”

Ms. Velázquez let out a burst of screams and ran to Mr. de Silva's side, holding de Silva's head and crying bitterly.

"Closed ...... Mouth ......"

Mr. de Silva frowned, struggling to maintain his tough image. But soon, he curled up in pain.

He gritted his teeth, his cheeks full of flesh twisted together, and large pieces of sweat flowed and collected on the ground, forming a small puddle of water.

Velázquez hugged De Silva and cried loudly.

"Don't scare me! oh my god！

My God! De Silva, don't scare me! The ambulance is coming soon! Oh, God! My God! ”

The sirens on TV, the cries of Velasquez, the barking of hounds in the yard...... Eventually, the baby's cry converged.

"This is our daughter, her name is Ovis. Ovis de Silva Velázquez"

"Wow Wow ......"

“papa……”

"Dad... Father! ”

"Daddy!"

"Daddy......"

“……”

Everything eventually fell silent and silent, and Mr. de Silva's world fell into pure darkness and dead silence.

………………

New York.

The view of 225 Cadman Plaza East in Brooklyn is quite wide, but you can only barely see the helicopters flying in the sky.

When Brooklyn received a call from Frank and learned that Orvis was dead, he was silent for a long time.

Frank seemed a little irritable and frustrated.

"She's dead! Brooklyn! She's dead!

”

"Those goddamn flies in the toilet! They were the ones who forced her to death!

！ ”

"I'm going to sue them!

！ They drove one man to death! Right over New York City! In front of a national and even global audience! In front of the eyes of the people of New York, a person was nakedly forced to death!

！ ”

"Sue them for what? Obstruction of official business? Brooklyn asked.

His voice was soft, a little ethereal.

Brooklyn smiled self-deprecatingly, "Frank, what we're doing, do you remember?" ”

"But we didn't want her to die!

！ Frank yells "We just want to take advantage of her!" We didn't think about her death! ”

"But we also have a share of her death." Brooklyn said.

"It's no longer useful to talk about that. Be prepared. ”

"If you really want justice for her death, put those damned people in the dock!"

Brooklyn said fiercely.

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly. I got up and walked into the bathroom, took a handful of water and threw it on my face, and then rubbed my cheeks vigorously.

He looked down at his hands.

The nails are trimmed to a moderate length, without a trace of dead skin, clean and tidy, and the maintenance is excellent.

"You should call the police in the first ......"

Brooklyn muttered with his head down

Frank's anger seemed interesting to him.

Who would have thought that a NYPD director who stirred up the turmoil in New York and caused thousands of deaths and injuries would blame himself for the death of the person he wanted to save in front of him?

In this respect, Brooklyn's previous assessment that Frank was politically comparable to Lenley Crewe and John Manning was inaccurate.

Unlike Frank, Brooklyn doesn't have much of a sense of self-blame or guilt.

Although he is completely different from Selena's time, having undergone several spiritual baptisms, and is no longer so dark now, he is not so 'self-inflicted' that he thinks that as long as they stand by and do nothing, Orvis will come back to life.

QJ was not done by him, the second QJ was not instructed by him, the media was not invited by him, and the public opinion that reversed black and white was not launched by him.

He was on Orvis's side throughout.

He did everything he could.

He enlists Walter O'Brien's help in locating the bus, making a plan to protect Orvis, and planning to do justice for Orvis's QJ.

He did want to use Orvis, but that didn't erase everything he had done for him.

Does using Orvis mean he's bad?

Brooklyn just felt a little pity.

It's a pity for the unplanned accident, and it's a pity for Orvis.

She just needs to be a little stronger, a little stronger, and she will be able to meet people who support her.

…………

In the blue sky and daylight, he committed suicide by jumping naked from a police helicopter.

Orvis's death completely ignited the enthusiasm of the media.

Even the media, which had previously been indifferent to the Orvis QJ incident, couldn't help but flock to it.

Countless reporters and hosts from TV stations, newspapers, and online media gathered around the police cordon, carrying long guns and short cannons to carry out live broadcasts.

Countless well-wishers who passed by or rushed to hear the news held up their mobile phones and took pictures of the flesh and blood model lake in the cordon.

The wind on the roof was a bit strong, and the microphones were whirring, and people's robes were flying and their hairstyles were scattered. But it can't blow away people's enthusiasm in the slightest.

It's like a carnival, a feast.

By the time Dexter and his party shoveled up Orvis little by little with a small shovel and stuffed them into body bags, the roof of the building was already full of people.

People held up their mobile phones with their feet on their feet and excited, carefully recording every movement of the forensic doctors, more seriously than the police.

The police kept driving the crowd away, but there was still a steady stream of people coming up from downstairs.

Even if they couldn't get into the roof, they crowded in the corridor and refused to leave.

"Stand back! Back off! All stand back!

”

David led a team of heavily armed police officers through the crowd, shoving the enthusiastic crowd with rifles in hand.

He shouted loudly, his voice almost hoarse, but he still couldn't calm down the enthusiastic people.

Eventually, the police had to use high-pressure water cannons and rubber bullets after the forensic doctors had shoveled away most of the minced meat, which drove people into the hallway.

The people crowded in the corridor smacked their mouths, like beasts that had not yet been filled, and their faces showed expressions of unfinished business.

They whispered about each other's photography experiences, roughly edited the footage, took a title of "Death of Woman D" or "She Finally Died", circled Orvis's social account and the theme of the latest "Kill Woman D" event, and posted it on their social accounts.

It's as if the cannibals are showing off the cleaned skeletons.