"Fifteen days ago, there was a serial murder case in Brooklyn. Eleven people died in one night."
"9 days ago, three b * stards with red hoods started robbing passersby at night and cutting off their fingers.
"7 days ago, a group of people from a secret church in Queens caused an electrical overload. More than 32 people died in the fire.
"Four days ago, a lunatic charged into Central Park with explosives, killing 17 people on the spot and injuring 34."
"Three days ago, a group of thugs rushed into a bar in Manhattan in broad daylight and committed a horrifying massacre. More than 45 people were killed on the spot, and the bar was burned to the ground."
The NYPD chief smashed the marker pen in his hand in front of the station chiefs and sheriffs. He roared in the empty office like an angry lion.
"Yesterday, St. John's Cathedral was burned to the ground! The villas in Manhattan Bay were invaded. Seven rich people were drained of blood. More than 30 homeless people died in the East Side underground parking lot. The scene was like a slaughterhouse. Can anyone tell me? Is this the New York I've lived in all my life? Isn't this f * cking the most prosperous place in the country? "
It wasn't easy to see the police chief, who was over 50 years old, lose his temper. In fact, it was already very rare for the old man, who was going to retire next month, to be able to suppress his anger and just scold people without resorting to violence. But the string of shocking figures also showed how bad New York's public security was.
The worst thing was that no one could clearly remember when this terrible chaos started. It was as if the chaos had already appeared the moment they woke up. The most surprising thing was that no one except for them expressed fear of this chaos.
Even the civilians, who had always been anxious because of the slightest disturbance, were living their lives peacefully this time, as if the terrifying events that had appeared in their lives did not exist at all.
"This is not normal!"
The NYPD chief's sharp eyes swept across the faces of the station chiefs and sheriffs in front of him. "I've been in this business for more than 40 years. I can tell you clearly that the current situation is not normal. I'll retire next month, and the next chief will be chosen from among you. I don't know who it is, but I believe that no matter who it is, they wouldn't want to deal with such a troublesome matter when they're new. So now, bring your best men and find out who's behind this!"
He slammed his hand on the table.
"He has already slapped us in the face. Either fight back, or take off your clothes and get out of here! Don't forget, everyone, the big shots in Washington are watching. Think about your future. "
As the field clerk, Detective Angela looked at the angry chief and the motivated branch chiefs, and a trace of deep sorrow flashed in her beautiful eyes.
As someone who had a glimpse of the truth, she knew very well that even if the NYPD chief sent out every police officer in his department, he still wouldn't be able to solve all of this. This was not a human matter at all.
Those massacres … weren't the terrorist attacks they had imagined. It was just another way to maintain order. Before things got better, they would always get worse. The Devil's Gang was massacring the mixed-bloods, and the mixed-bloods were fighting back with all their might. This was a war that was going on under New York's dark sky.
The most tragic thing about this war in the mortal world was that there was no place for mortals in this war that happened around them. They were like decorations in a game that could be destroyed at will by both sides.
The office was air-conditioned, but Angela couldn't help but feel a little cold. She couldn't help but tighten her clothes. Then, she took the records in her hand and followed her station chief out of the office. She whispered to the frowning station chief.
"Mr. Albert, I think we've made a mistake!"
"Hmm?"
Branch Director Albert looked at Angela. This female detective with light makeup was a "big shot" in the Eastern New York Police Department. Three years was only enough for other police officers to grow from rookies, but Angela had personally killed at least five vicious criminals in the past three years, which was something that many experienced police officers couldn't achieve.
If it weren't for Angela's young age, Albert would have promoted her to sergeant a long time ago. This policewoman's professionalism was unquestionable. She seemed to be born to end crime, and had an unusually keen sense for criminals.
"Tell me what you think, Angela. I'm listening."
The station chief leaned against the back seat. Angela deliberated over her words as she drove.
"What I mean is, the NYPD chief's words just now gave me an idea. Why do we always investigate these cases separately? Do you think there's a possibility that all of these cases actually have a common point that we haven't discovered? If this theory is true, we might be able to find the real solution! Maybe we've been ignoring this point. "
"So?"
Albert scoffed at this conclusion. He was also an old police officer, and he could not see the slightest connection between these bizarre and brutal cases. However, as a mature superior, he did not directly reject Angela's suggestion. He said in a low voice, "Let's do this.
"What do you plan to do? Angela. "
"I want to check the files of all such cases that happened in the past three months, chief."
Angela looked at the station chief's expression from the rearview mirror. She said softly, "It won't take too much time, but if there's a discovery, it'll be worth it!"
"Then do it. I've given you the authority to check the files. Are you enough?"
Albert waved his hand without thinking. Angela whispered, "It's enough. The police department is short on manpower now. I'll bring them home tonight and work overtime. I should be able to analyze them."
"Okay, then do it."
On the other side, Saber had just finished his breakfast when he saw a flash of red and yellow light rush in through the large floor-to-ceiling window and land steadily on the floor. It was a handsome suit of armor that had been made into an anthropomorphic helmet. It opened with a bang, revealing Tony Stark's handsome face. However, in his hand was a black man who was tied up with a rope.
Bang!
Tony threw the guy on the floor. He operated his beloved Mark II armor and sat on the sofa opposite Saber. He pointed at the struggling black man and said, "A murderous murderer.
"A disgusting murderer. He snuck into the area where I live and tried to break into the school bus to harm the children in the wee hours of the morning. I caught him. I heard that you've been looking for these people recently, so I brought him here."
"Okay, thank you."
Saber picked up the newspaper next to him without looking up. He drank his milk as he read. "New York is getting more and more chaotic recently, huh?"
"It's more than chaotic!"
Tony began to complain. "It's crazy.
"It's crazy. There are robbers and murderers everywhere. They're like seeds to be harvested in autumn. They're like wild weeds that grow like crazy. There's no way to catch them all. I went out a few nights ago and caught seven robbers on Fifth Avenue alone. They were all thrown at the entrance of the Manhattan Police Station, but I heard that the prison there is overcrowded."
He looked at Saber with a burning gaze.
"I've never seen or even heard of such a scene. The criminals seem to have agreed to make trouble together. This is obviously not normal, right?"
"Of course it's not normal! There are only three reasons for committing crimes. It's either for survival, revenge, or twisted happiness. Look at him! "
Saber pointed at the guy on the ground whose eyes were red. He seemed to have lost his mind and was shouting in a language that no one could understand.
"Which one do you think he is?"
Tony glanced at the guy and shook his head.
"He's none of them. He gives me the feeling of those bastards I saw in the Sanctum last time. So, you actually know the reason, don't you?"
Saber didn't answer him. Instead, he stood up and walked to the black man. He reached out and lifted him up. He pulled the rope gently with his fingers and broke it. He looked at the guy's distorted face and the ring of flame in his eyes flashed away.
"Come on, look into my eyes! You stinking piece of trash! "
"Ow ow ow!"
The black man struggled madly, but he couldn't help but stare at the pair of eyes. In the next moment, the searing pain in his soul made him struggle even more violently. However, his sin had already been ignited. Seiber tossed him onto the ground, and the black man rolled around madly. His face was abnormally twisted. Under Tony's gaze, the skin under his face seemed to be burning with flames. His face quickly turned into a twisted devil's face, and in the blink of an eye, it reverted back to a human's face.
"You! You will die! Saber... Ancient One's lackey! You will be burned to ashes by the fire of hell! Your soul will suffer in the abyss! Ten thousand years! They saw you! They will crush you! Crush Ancient One! This world... is ours!!! "
The mournful howl spread throughout the hall. Saber shrugged.
"Sorry, let them come, I'll be here... waiting for them!"
Under the sudden eruption of the flames, that fellow howled in pain and turned into a skeleton. Then, it was blown out of the window by the wind and disappeared. The flames of hell had obliterated its soul, so it couldn't even return to hell. How pitiful.
"Did you see that?"
Syber stretched lazily and said to Tony, "Sorcerer Supreme gave the order to expel the remaining half-bloods in the human world half a month ago. Johnny went to Europe to expel the remaining Greek gods and Asgardian spies there. Modu is in South America, and Kamar-Taj's power is taking the initiative for the first time in a thousand years. New York is the area I'm in charge of. You see, even though I've been killing people like this, S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't find trouble with me. They're actually involved in this, and their methods aren't much weaker than mine. Of course, this is just a mercenary mission."
A trace of impatience appeared on his face.
"I've been killing these desperate bastards for the past few days, but it seems that not only have they not learned to bow down, but they have begun to retaliate against society more and more, trying to express their dissatisfaction and threats in this way?"
Saber's lips curled into a sneer again.
"Hehe, they think they can threaten me like this? Can they bind me with the life and death of mortals and social order? They're really silly and cute … "
"They never know that they don't have any power that can threaten me, and their resistance suddenly makes me feel that my previous methods were too gentle. So now, let's get serious."
He looked back at Tony and narrowed his eyes.
"If they don't submit, we'll break their bones!"
"If they resist, we'll tear their hands apart!"
"If they don't want to bow down, we'll cut off their heads!"
"I never believed that those evil spirits and holy spirits would be much braver than humans. If they are really as fearless as they appear to be, then they'd better be prepared."
"Let me see their fearlessness. When faced with blades and bullets, I hope they can still sacrifice themselves for their beliefs. How about it? Do you want to come together? Tony Stark. "
Tony couldn't help but shudder when he heard the murderous words. He asked subconsciously.
"What for?"
"To do a thorough cleaning! Let human civilization truly occupy this city, and not just on the surface, announcing to the gods above the Ninth Heaven and the demons below that this is human territory. They want to come? Sure! "
Saber shrugged, the ring of fire in his eyes burning.
"As long as they can pay the price!"
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