On this day, observant New Yorkers would discover that many police officers wearing different uniforms rushed to the most prosperous metropolis in the United States from all directions through various means.
These police representatives from different places were so exaggerated that they could almost form a luxurious parade.
Not to mention the Texas Mounted Police, who were as tough as the biker gang, even the brave Border Patrol Police at the Mexican border had a wild aura that was different from the city police.
Not to mention the city police detectives represented by Chicago, which had a high crime rate. For the small-town police detectives who were like flowers in a greenhouse, what they had experienced was unimaginable bloodshed.
These police officers took a break from their busy schedule and used the benefits given by the US government to come to different cities to enjoy the joy brought by the Alliance's gala. On this day, they let go of all their grudges and immersed themselves in the ocean of joy.
As this year's host, Sheriff Henry of New York was naturally happy and in pain.
And on such a happy day, the cause of his pain also came.
"Hey, old friend, long time no see. You're still as boring as ever. I wonder what you'll do at this year's New Year's party."
It was this annoying Chief Tommy, the self-proclaimed fashion detective from Los Angeles.
"Hehehe, no matter how you do it, it's still more normal than last year's show!" Director Henry didn't back down in his home city.
"But you have to admit that everyone likes it. Right? Guys, tell me you all love Tommy! "
The feud between the two men made all the detectives present laugh. These rough men didn't care about the performance on the stage. They gathered together for fun and relaxation. Their purpose was to relax.
As a high-risk police officer, when they were on vacation, they would definitely be one of the craziest groups to have fun. This was beneficial for them to reduce stress.
When almost all the police officers had arrived, Henry looked at his watch. Qin Guan's performance should be ready.
Before he could take a look backstage, the deafening sound of gongs and drums came from the small square behind the police station outside the venue.
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang...
The policemen in the hall, who heard the rhythmic music, all squeezed to the half-open door of the hall. Some of them even pushed the door open.
Then, everyone who opened the door fell into a daze.
At this time, the square behind the NYPD was completely immersed in a sea of celebration.
Two traditional Chinese lion dance teams took the lead, followed by a dragon dance team of more than ten people, and a performance team made up of martial arts masters in the middle. They set up their stances in this large venue.
Clang, clang, clang...
A red silk ball was tossed high into the sky. The lion head of the lion dance team leaped up with the help of the performer who was playing with the hind legs, forming a posture of two lions playing with a pearl.
When the two of them caught the hollow embroidered ball in their mouths at the same time, they fell down at the same time in the struggle.
This highly difficult performance made the Chinese masters behind him, who knew the ropes, roar, "Great!"
Their voices echoed in the sky!
The Lion Head operator, who was praised by the audience, didn't forget to make the lion blink its big eyes at the audience.
The police officers, who looked like country bumpkins, stood at the door in a uniform manner, their eyes wide open and their mouths agape. They blinked their eyes at the same time, following each other's movements.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh …
Then, the two lions rolled on the ground. The one on the left picked up the embroidered ball and rolled to both sides on the concrete floor of the square at almost the same pace, making way for the entire square to face the conference hall.
As soon as they came out of the open space, a chilling feeling came over them. The police officers from all over the country were directly facing those valiant Asians.
"Up!"
"Up!"
"Up!"
The three deafening roars frightened the policemen. Some of them, who were nervous, unconsciously reached for the guns at their waists.
What are they doing? Are they going to attack the police station? Are they going to wipe out the backbone of the American police force?
There hasn't been any racial discrimination recently, and there hasn't been any action to suppress Asians. There hasn't even been a case of robbing a small supermarket run by an Asian. What are these Asians going to do?
Under the horrified eyes of the policemen, the last word "up" was heard. Countless flags were set up in the square formation.
The most ancient, colorful, embroidered banners with their respective emblems and triangular decorations on the outside. Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
The names of the martial arts schools were written in the most square block letters. They were afraid that the Americans couldn't understand them, so they translated them in fancy English.
"Longxing Martial Arts School"
"Juying Martial Arts School"
"Xinxi Hall"
"They are here for the Martial Arts Conference...
If a square table was placed in the middle of the room, everything would be complete.
Then, when these flags were completely erected, these few rows of people carried the big flags in the field, as if they were reviewing a sports meeting, and walked towards the entrance of the venue.
"Longxing Martial Arts School is here at the invitation of Master Qin!"
"Pa." The flag was put on the ground. The old master in the lead cupped his hands in the most standard way and walked toward the group of American policemen.
"Hehehe …"
A few policemen who came back to their senses also mimicked the gesture and hesitantly prepared to return the salute. However, the second group didn't give them time to react and continued to walk forward.
"Juying Hall, Tengfei Martial Arts School, and Xinxi Hall are here at the invitation of Master Qin!"
Full of heroic spirit and imposing aura, those police officers who were weak in comparison immediately looked crooked in comparison to these people who were standing like pine trees.
Tommy, who had been hiding behind Director Henry, quietly poked his head out from behind the New York gangster and asked in a low voice, "Who, who is Master Qin?"
Master Qin was very troubled. He had originally discussed with these masters that they would report to him at the venue.
It was true that the report was made and the time was on time, but this method …
Hahaha. Master Qin, who was mentioned, awkwardly squeezed to the door from one side of the venue.
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