Chapter 15 Aftermath

 The explosive news about billionaire Stark and Stark Industries

  was finally pushed off the front page by more sensational reports.

  It was temporarily dead.

  An explosive news about a New York gang kidnapping eleven children

  swept across the country through newspapers, media, television and online media.

  It shocked countless people.

  The daily news of murder, robbery, murder, drug trafficking and gang fights

  was not enough to touch the numb nerves of most grassroots people.

  However, children are one of their few bottom lines.

  After all, children are the future and hope of countless people.

  In a short time, the phones of the New York Police Department and various district police stations were bombarded with angry people.

  Even after a morning of fermentation and brewing,

  even the central nervous system of the entire country: the White House,

  had to come forward as soon as possible and hold a press conference

  to try to appease the large number of grassroots people who took to the streets to protest.

  At one o'clock in the afternoon,

  countless men, women, young and old, with their families, shouted protest slogans in the gradually decreasing rain.

  Like wandering brainless zombies, they completely surrounded the police headquarters on Parkloe Street.

  The angry and fast-moving demonstrators

  did not even spare the City Hall across the street. They

  surrounded it all in one go.

  No one was allowed to enter or leave.

  At the same time, inside the police headquarters, in the chief's office,

  the white mayor with fluffy brown hair was furious.

  He danced and roared in anger.

  The sound was so loud that even the police passing by in the corridor outside the door could hear it clearly.

  "I allocated so much budget to you every year despite the strong opposition from other departments... and as the police chief, is this how you repay my kindness in the end?"

  "John! Eight billion! Your police budget is eight billion every year! And it's rising every year!"

  The mayor of New York, who used to be well-dressed in a suit and tie, now had a red face.

  Like a redneck from rural Kansas, spit splashed from the corners of his mouth.

  "Listen carefully! It's the White House! Even the White House called me! The President asked me what happened in New York!"

  "I didn't know... I didn't know anything at all!"

  "It was the President who told me personally that the gangs in New York City have grown so big that they kidnap children everywhere!" "

  John! What the hell have you done all these years? What achievements have you made as the Commissioner of the New York Police Department? Are you sleepwalking at work?"

  "The most important thing is... my re-election as mayor next year is completely ruined! Ruined! Do you understand?"

  At this moment, the mayor of New York, with his eyes wide open, trembled all over.

  The inexhaustible anger was like the tide of the Hudson River.

  Almost wave after wave, it surged towards the black chief with an ugly face.

  The black chief, who couldn't get a word in, could only stand alone behind his desk and let the other party scold him crazily.

  "Ah, I'm so tired..."

  Finally, the mayor of New York, who seemed to be exhausted, stopped roaring.

  He reached out and pulled the expensive luxury tie.

  Staring with a pair of bloodshot eyes, he said indifferently:

  "Now, I can listen to your explanation... But, John, please try to be brief... A large number of people outside are still waiting for me to come out to appease them."

  The expressionless black chief was silent for a moment, and suddenly said:

  "I have nothing to defend myself. Such a terrible child kidnapping case has occurred in New York City. It must be the main responsibility of the New York police and me as the police chief. I can't shirk it at all..."

  "However, I want to reiterate some points..."

  "The expansion of gangs and the increase in crime index are not problems that can be solved by the police working hard... This may be an economic problem, or perhaps a racial and cultural problem, or even an institutional problem worthy of discussion by the White House..."

  The black chief changed his tone.

  "But this is not a simple choice question like the police catching thieves!"

  "John! Fuck you..."

  The New York mayor, whose face suddenly turned red, cursed subconsciously.

  However, then, the fluffy brown-haired New York mayor

  seemed to have regained the arrogant mentality of strategizing.

  He looked cold and said indifferently:

  "For the sake of our years of working together... John, prepare your resignation letter! I will give you a decent pension and superficial respect... John, you really disappoint me!" As soon as

  the words fell, the indifferent mayor of New York turned around and

  left the office without looking back.

  At the same time, the black chief, who had been expressionless, suddenly reached out to support the table.

  He slowly sat back in the chair that still belonged to him temporarily.

  He fell into silence.

  As the chief of the New York Police Department,

  black John knew a lot of things, even more than the mayor of New York.

  He knew why humans killed and robbed. He

  also understood why humans murdered and sold drugs.

  He even accidentally discovered that the kidnapping of children by gangs in New York was never a big news that shocked the whole country.

  Kidnapping children was just a mature, stable industry chain belonging to criminals.

  Even if it was just one link, the profits that could be obtained were very considerable.

  Policeman John tried to solve similar problems from a legal perspective.

  But until policeman John became the chief of police.

  The entire industry chain never disappeared, but became more prosperous.

  Every year, there are hundreds of missing children in New York City alone.

  If the number is counted across the country or even the entire America, it is simply an astronomical number...

  Thinking of this, the black director suddenly closed his eyes in pain.

  He could do nothing about it.

  Dongdongdong——

  At this moment, a knock on the door interrupted the black chief's depressed mood.

  He took a deep breath and said,

  "Come in."

  A moment later, a middle-aged policeman hurriedly pushed the door open. He

  held a thick stack of case reports under his armpit.

  "Chief, the basic situation of the murder case and the child kidnapping case has been preliminarily completed."

  The middle-aged policeman took a few steps forward and spread the case report in front of the black chief.

  "How are the children?"

  The black chief looked at the case report and asked casually.

  "Uh... They are in good condition. They are not injured. They should be eating chocolate cake now, right?"

  The middle-aged policeman forced a smile and said,

  "However, because the children need to provide testimony to help fix the evidence of the murder case and the kidnapping case, the FBI has been prohibiting their parents from taking the children away..."

  "Go tell the FBI people to get out!"

  The black chief frowned and glanced at the case report.

  "As long as there is no order from above, the right to investigate several cases can only belong to the New York Police Department!"

  Before he finished speaking, the black chief suddenly threw down the thick case report, looked up and asked:

  "Uncle red turban? Green-faced man? Brother chocolate cake? Is this the testimony provided by the children?"

  "What about age? What about appearance? What about race? You have been busy for most of the day, don't you even investigate the basic situation clearly?"

  "Investigated! And the report has detailed explanations!"

  The middle-aged policeman leaned forward hurriedly, flipped through the report a few times, pointed to one of the pages and explained:

  "Through brief exchanges between the psychologist and the forensic personnel's on-site investigation, we have summarized several characteristics that fit the image of the suspect."

  "Age between 20 and 40 years old, white or yellow, with a military training background, mercenary or retired soldier, good at cold weapon combat, and with a strong anti-reconnaissance awareness. There are basically no useful clues left at the scene..."

  "Hiss... Frank Custer?"

  The black chief suddenly widened his eyes and took a breath of cold air.

  "He's back?"

  "Well, maybe not him..."

  The middle-aged policeman smiled bitterly with empathy.

  "According to the information revealed by the FBI, Frank has been active on the border recently and has exchanged fire with many Mexican gangs. It is said that the fighting situation there is quite tragic..."

  "Then...what about the 'Short Horned Devil' in Hell's Kitchen?"

  The black chief made another guess, but then shook his head to reject it.

  "The 'Short Horned Devil' usually only operates in Hell's Kitchen, and his methods of doing things are not so cruel, and most importantly, he will not kill people!"

  In an instant, the black chief and the middle-aged policeman suddenly looked at each other tacitly.

  However, there was shock in each other's eyes!

  "Maybe, there is a new one in our New York City..."

  "Tough guy!"

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