Friday, January 17, 2020. The weather was sunny and the temperature was moderate, with no howling cold winds or snowflakes flying in the sky.

It's a rare winter day. New Yorkers are still busy, going to work, stuck in traffic, honking their horns, urging, and constantly looking at their watches.

Everything was very usual. Until that gunshot rang out. The scene was chaotic in an instant. Chandler Kane, assassinated.

The fast-food restaurant owner was stupid. He stood in front of his shop in a daze, watching the chaos on the road not far away.

Horns, shouts, sirens, screams...... It was as if they had all disappeared, and his world was silent.

His brain was down, and he couldn't figure out why the 'pride of New York', who was smiling at him one moment and had to pay him, was shot the next.

The nypd, who thanked him a moment ago and praised his craftsmanship, why did he yell with a hideous face?

He couldn't hear what the NYPD was calling, he could only watch as their mouths kept opening and closing, and their arms went up and down...... By the time he came to his senses, traffic had been blocked, Chandler Kane was driven by ambulance to the hospital, and a large crowd of reporters had gathered around the crowd.

A reporter found the boss in a daze, came up to interview him, and asked him if he saw what was going on, who the murderer was, and what he looked like.

The boss seemed a little distracted, and under the reporter's continuous questioning, he came back to his senses with a shudder.

"What do you ask? Oh, I see it. The boss shuddered and took out the cigarette case from his arms, wanting to smoke one, but couldn't open the cigarette case.

The reporter opened it for him, pulled out one and put it in his mouth, and continued to ask

"What does the murderer look like?"

"Thank you...... I mean, uh, thank you. I see, well, can you please light it for me? The boss said upside down, and finally handed the lighter to the reporter with a wry smile.

The reporter helped him light it and thoughtfully stuffed the cigarette case and the lighter into his pocket. The boss took a deep puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled it, and finally came back to his senses completely under the paralyzing effect of nicotine.

"Prosecutor Kane came to me to buy breakfast, and he bought a lot of it, saying that he was buying one for the police officers who were protecting him. He said that they were working very hard, and in order to protect him, they had been walking an inch during this time, and their spirits were highly tense. ”

He also said that when it was confirmed that it was safe, he would ask the director of the NYPD to make a recommendation that the officers take a long vacation. He also said that he would also take a long vacation, and then take his police brothers to ski in the Alps, at his expense. ”

"I'm going to waive the bill for him, but how could a decent person like Prosecutor Kane be willing?"

"He stubbornly took out his card, insisted on paying for it, and even threatened me that if I insisted on waiving the order, he wouldn't want it."

"I had no choice but to give him a discount and tell Attorney Kane that this is what New Yorkers should do, that they protect us, and that we have to do something for them." With that, the boss smacked his lips, took another puff of his cigarette, and spat out a long dragon of smoke.

"I saw that Prosecutor Kane couldn't take it alone, so I helped him distribute breakfast, and the NYPD police were very enthusiastic, took the breakfast and greeted me to thank me, and praised my craftsmanship very well, saying that after this mission is over, I will come back when I have time."

"After the breakfast was distributed, I stood at the door to see them off, watched them merge into the traffic, and just turned around to go back to the store, I heard two gunshots in a row, and then ......"

"What happened next?"

“…… Then I saw the NYPDs all stop their cars and rush out, centering Prosecutor Kane's car. ”

"I know something happened, my brain is blank, you say, Prosecutor Kane is such a good person, why would anyone want to kill him?" The boss turned his face blankly and asked at the camera.

He asked numbly, his eyes slightly reddening. After a brief period of calm and suppression, his emotions quickly rebounded, and he began to get agitated.

"Why can't anyone see us doing well!"

"Prosecutor Kane is such a nice person...... He sent all those gangsters to prison, so that we don't have to worry about being robbed, so that we can run the shop in peace, why would anyone want to kill him? ”

"It's horrible!"

"That's the case with Prosecutor Kane, and so is Judge Brooklyn......"

"Just a year ago, no, less than a year, Judge Brooklyn was assassinated by gunmen and nearly died."

"And NYPD Director Mr. Frank, who was also shot!"

"Our Governor, Mr. Governor, has also suffered multiple assassinations, and his bodyguard team has even changed people three times in a row in one year!"

"Why can't anyone see us living a good life?"

"What the hell are they trying to do!!" The boss's eyes were red, tears were falling down his face, and he roared loudly at the camera, like a wounded beast.

"What the hell are they going to do!!"

"This is the Federation! This is New York!! They are simply so lawless!! The boss trembled with anger

"Just because Prosecutor Kane is investigating them, are they going to do it to Prosecutor Kane? They don't make mistakes, why would Prosecutor Kane investigate them?! ”

"No, it can't go on like this." The boss wiped the tears from his face with trembling hands, and the cigarette between his fingertips trembled slightly.

He turned slowly and muttered

"It can't go on like this......" ............ Footage of the fast-food restaurant owner's interview appeared on A's official website, social media accounts, TikTok and many other platforms 40 minutes after the shooting, and quickly swept the whole federation.

The boss was full of emotion, hoarse questioning, red eyes, trembling fingers, and tears on his face, which made countless people feel the same way.

A strong sense of grief and indignation quickly spread. At this time, the military's press conference had just come to an end.

Just as the speaker asked for the second time if anyone had asked any questions, and was about to announce the end of the press conference, the hall remembered the prompt sounds of 'Ding Dong' and 'Ding Dong' one after another.

Then, a large area of arms stood below.

"Prosecutor Chandler Cain of the New York Prosecutor's Office was shot in the street 37 minutes ago, and his fate is unknown, did you do it?" The A reporter led by him showed no mercy and stood up directly to ask a straightforward question.

The spokesman was blinded by questions. He'd just received a message alert, and he hadn't had time to read it carefully. This question is not within the scope of the outline!

"May I ask which unit you are sending? Is it seal? ”

"Are you holding this press conference to attract attention and create a gap for action in New York?"

"Are you going to be ashamed of this operation on federal soil?"

"Has this operation been approved by Mr. President?"

"It is rumored that a member of the team refused to carry out this operation, and the team member disappeared subsequently, was he secretly executed by you?"

"Who are you going to do next? Is it Brooklyn Lee? The scene of the press conference was chaotic, and the reporter of A walked forward quickly, rushed to the spokesman, ignored the obstruction of the security personnel, stretched out his arm, handed out the microphone, and asked a series of questions.

He may have asked these questions so shocking that even his peers were shocked, so that the scene of the commotion just now was eerily quiet for a moment.

The next moment, with the speaker's ugly face, the reporters once again burst out with greater energy, rushing up to the stage.

After the spokesman shouted 'This is the end of this press conference', he didn't even have time to put away the outline, so he was escorted and hurriedly left the stage.

Reporters rushed to chase after them. ………… One hour after Chandler Kane's assassination. Brooklyn was barricaded by reporters at the courthousehouse.

In the face of the reporter's question, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and did not seem to react.

"Who are you talking about? Who was assassinated? Brooklyn asked, confused. The reporters glanced at each other and replied one after another

"Chandler Kane"

"Prosecutor Kane!"

"It's Prosecutor Chandler Kane."

"Prosecutor Kane was assassinated"

"......" Brooklyn stopped, looked over the heads of the reporters, looked intently at the busy road not far away, and only came back to his senses after a moment.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little distracted."

"This ...... Sorry, this news is so surprising that I don't believe it. ”

"Do you know who the killer is?"

"What do you think of this shooting?"

"Do you think General Kull did it?"

"Which special forces do you think this was carried out?"

"Do you have any news?" Brooklyn shook his head and said in a low voice

"I went to see off Anne this morning — you know, my wife was about to give birth, but she insisted on going to work at the law firm, and she said there were still a few legal aid projects to be done — and I rushed to work after sending Anne."

"To be honest, without Harrison, I'm not used to driving alone. Harrison drove fast and steadily, and it turned out that we all set off at this point, just in time for work. But today—" Brooklyn gestured to his watch

"I'm ten minutes late."

"I was going to meet Chandler and talk more about the indictment he filed, hey—"

"I'm sorry, I'm a bit of a mess right now, I need to check Chandler's evidence first, make sure it's okay, and at least I should protect Chandler's results."

"I'm supposed to visit Chandler in the hospital later."

"As for the murderer - sorry, I'm not sure, I don't know." He pointed to his chest, moved his fingers, tapped on the lobes of his lungs, and said earnestly

"I'm a judge, and I have a duty for federal justice and justice, ahem—sorry—ahem—ahem—" Brooklyn coughed twice, just after escaping the reporters, scrambled through the security door and hurried upstairs.

Chandler Kane was assassinated two hours after that. The interview video of the fast-food restaurant owner has gone viral all over the Internet. Some cities have even organized marches of their own accord.

Demonstrations also appeared in New York. As New York's economy gradually recovered, everyone was busier and people were not as idle as before, and the size of the marching crowd continued to decrease.

The same was true for this march, where only a dozen people got together. They protested aimlessly at first, and then, somehow, gradually came together.

When the scale reached more than 300 people, this crowd, which was not small, came to the door of the veterans' club...... At the same time, the NYPD, the Governor's Office and the New York City City Hall held press conferences.

The NYPD launch event was as simple and efficient as ever. Frank Reagan was present at the press conference in person, standing in front of the podium, he didn't even bring a script, he just looked around briefly, and then spoke directly.

First express the shock of the shooting of Chandler Kane, and then express concern for Chandler Kane's injuries, and wish him a speedy recovery.

After saying these two items, he was silent for a moment, and the reporters on the scene also sat upright. They know that the drama is coming.

Sure enough, after a brief silence, Frank Reagan spoke again, without any nonsense, and directly stated that 'the NYPD will investigate and give Chandler Kane an account, and give all New Yorkers an account.'

Frank harshly rebuked the arrogant behavior and lashed out at the criminals, saying they were provoking the police station and sticking their heads in the tiger's mouth.

He said loudly

"Now that the criminals have challenged the NYPD, we have accepted it."

"It seems that the operation that has just ended has not yet reached a satisfactory point, and there are still many dark, dirty, and unknown corners of New York that we need to clean up."

"There are only two jobs for the NYPD in the future, to maintain social order in New York and clean up New York's criminals."

"Alright, I'm done, Q&A." As soon as he finished speaking, a large arm was erected from below.

Frank ordered the reporter home. The reporter asked, getting up

"Commissioner Frank, you just mentioned that the NYPD will open an investigation into the shooting of Prosecutor Kane and give an account to all New Yorkers."

"We all know that now the shooting eucalyptus has spread throughout the Federation and has attracted the attention of the whole Federation, what do you think about this?" Frank glanced at the reporter

"I'm the NYPD commissioner, and I am responsible for the safety of New Yorkers. As for the people of the whole Federation, they are not under my control. ”

"As for getting federal attention, it's simple, Prosecutor Kane was a good prosecutor, he's loved by New Yorkers, and now a good prosecutor was shot while investigating a senior military official, and under police protection."

"The persecution of good people naturally causes concern."

And the law and order problems reflected in this incident are also one of the reasons why Ben Yu was able to quickly attract widespread attention. What is the security environment in the Federation? How does it compare to New York? Is there a shooting of prosecutors in the streets in New York, or is it under heavy protection, but elsewhere? What about ordinary people? ”

"Alright, next...... a。 ”

"Hello, Chief Frank." A's reporter got up and took the microphone

"You've just talked about policing and federal policing in New York, could you talk about the Chandler Cain shooting that just happened, about policing in New York and federal policing, and what policing in New York should look like? Is New York up to the task? Are you satisfied? ”