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Bright Mahoney was driving a police car, and his mind was still confused. What happened?

The co-pilot's partner is still cursing: "These **** lunatics, first are crazy kills, and then continue to explode. Do they want to destroy New York? A bunch of hells that should go to **** ..."

The police car was driving on the street with the sirens of sirens. The vehicles along the way evaded. From time to time, ambulances and fire engines rushing to other directions for rescue were seen.

I came to the warehouse where the Russian gangsters in Hell's Kitchen were located. There was a mess here, there was cracked glass everywhere, a big hole in the roof was still blowing smoke. Several water jets sprayed from the fire truck were still struggling to extinguish the remaining open flames.

The police have already opened the cordon, and some people who are watching the bustle are standing in the distance. Some torn and scorched corpses were carried out and placed there, and occasionally one or two of them still had vital signs and were pulled into an ambulance to leave quickly.

Bright got out of the police car and greeted a few colleagues, and observed the scene.

"Is there any clue?"

"Not yet. The scene was severely damaged and the camera didn't capture anything useful. I can only wait for the wounded in the hospital to ask for confessions."

"Damn!"

听说 "I heard that the bombings have been identified by the venomous gang over Harlem, and a crazy neuropathy over Times Square."

"It's miserable!" Bright shook her head.

"It's nothing here, listen to colleagues say that Times Square is simply a **** on earth!"

"唉 ... work first, see if there are witnesses, and then find their informants ..."

Uh ...

Not far from the dark top of the high building, Matt and Li Mo were standing there looking down.

"It was a crazy night. New York was almost a battlefield." Li Mo said, shaking his head.

Matt didn't speak, clenched his fists, and his angry body was shaking.

This is the city where he was born and raised, and he is familiar with every street here. And the city is being poisoned by those bastards, and he can even clearly hear the fearful breathing of the residents downstairs and the depressing cry of the children.

Maybe Frank is right?

Suddenly the idea that suddenly came to his surprise surprised Matt. He even had some confusion, and had some doubts about his long-standing practice of not killing people ...

He doesn't know what to do is the best way, but he knows that some people have to pay for it!

Li Mo is not as deep as Matt, he is an outsider after all. However, he is not the type of person who is happy and happy when he sees the pain of others. It is actually not a good thing to be at the scene of the disaster. He wants to go home.

The mobile phone ringing suddenly, Li Mo picked up and looked at Claire Temple, shouldn't she be busy at this time?

"Hey, Claire, what's the matter?"

"Hey Lee, I sent a seriously injured patient called Teck Barrett from Harlem. I remember he came to see you when you were in the hospital. Was it your friend?"

"Shit! What is he going to do there, how is he now?"

"Still in a coma, one of his arms was seriously injured, and the doctor was amputating him."

Uh ...............

time Square.

Under the light of numerous huge billboards, it is still clearly visible here, but there is no prosperity in the past, only a mess.

There are many pieces of shredded paper on the street, and only one shoe is left. Throwing shopping bags that are left alone ...

A row of corpses covered with white cloth lay there, and the opposite row was on the ambulance with the back door opened, and there were still wounded wounded.

Some people are afraid of their faces, some people are crying, some people are pouting and draw crosses on their chests ...

There are many policemen asking the survivors' statements, and some policemen are carrying wolf dogs to investigate other possible bombs. Several FBIs in suits are arguing fiercely.

With a strong burst of air, a golden-red figure whistled along with a long tail flame, and 铿锵 landed on the road.

I was Iron Man Tony Stark.

However, there was no crowd cheering for him in the past, and everyone at the scene just gave him a numb look.

The mask flared up, revealing Tony Stark's frowning face. Stepped in front of several FBIs who were arguing and asked, "Do you know who did it?"

"Billy Morris, a retired Army soldier, was found to have PTSD after returning from the battlefield in Afghanistan. This is a testament we found at his house." An FBI showed Tony a tablet in his hand. Look.

Combined with the above, Jarvis began to quickly gather all of Billy's previous information, contact people, bank accounts ...

Findings: There are no internal plots, no external enemy instructions, just an American soldier driven crazy.

Tony was a little confused for a moment, he had the most advanced and powerful weapons, but the enemy,

Where?

谁 Who should he fire at?

After being confused and angry, Tony couldn't help but sneer: "Ha, crazy soldier, suicide bomber, it is another great American work."

Several FBIs at the scene looked at each other and did not speak. Tony was still complaining there, and one couldn't help but ask: "Where were you when things happened? Mr. Iron Man."

Tony opened his mouth and was speechless. He had just returned from Afghanistan and was there to fight a group of terrorists.

On the big billboard on the square, the advertisement of Stark Group products came to an end. Tony's face appeared, waving his hand confidently and saying:

I'm Iron Man,

I am the guardian of America!

Uh ...............

Manhattan, Crow Avenue.

New York Police Department headquarters.

临时 A ​​temporary press conference is being held here, and the flashing light emits dazzling light with clicks and clicks from time to time.

The first deputy director, George Stacey, with a firm face, stood on the stage, feeling like he was facing a bunch of hungry wolves.

局长 The police chief is too old to submit pressure to resign and retire early. George Stacey temporarily exercised powers of director. But no matter who you are, the reporters on the stage keep asking sharp questions.

局长 "Director George, there were two mass killings and then a serial bombing. What do you think of the current state of law and order in New York?"

"Director George, what was your promise before? Some lawmakers have criticized the police department for bad discipline. What do you think?"

"..."

尤 Ben Eurek, who was sitting on the stage, looked around like his counterparts in the blood, and shook his head helplessly. He understands his peers' desire for big news, but it's really inappropriate at this time.

Thinking of this, Ben Eurek stood up and asked loudly, "Director George, for the current situation, may I ask the police department if there is any corresponding response plan?"

George, who had been asked a little annoyed, glanced at Ben Uric. He knew the reporter, who had been a Pulitzer Prize winner, but remained unknown.

On the steps given by Ben Eureka, George Stacey said calmly into the microphone: "This is a sad day. There have been horrific tragedies in a row. About the Hell's Kitchen and the bombings in Harlem We have found out that the gangs in New York City have done so. They have seriously disrupted public order in New York. We will hit them harder than ever. "

"The country in the East also carried out similar operations, and the security situation has been fundamentally reversed. I really appreciate it. Therefore, I gave this operation the same name, that is,"

"First time in New York!"

Uh ...............

Harlem.

I watched the live broadcast of the New York Police Department press conference on TV. After George Stacey spoke hard, Black congresswoman Maria could no longer restrain her anger and shouted at her brother Connel.

"Is this what you want to see? It's not New York in the 1950s! You are a gangster, you should hide in the sewer like a mouse instead of playing a terrorist attack!"

Cornell was helpless: "That wasn't what I ordered, it was a guy with a bad brain who did it himself. And who would have thought that there would be three explosions at the same time? I plan to disappear for a while."

"What should I do? Many people know that you are my brother. The misappropriation of campaign funds has not yet been resolved. This has happened again. Some members have raised questions!"

Cornell frowned with a headache.

Uh ...

Chinatown.

Mrs. Gao watched the live broadcast with a cane, and a mocking smile leaked from the corner of her mouth. "Stupid person, when you decide to stir the deep pond, you need to be prepared to face the crocodile. However, it is not the time yet, I need to leave . "

For this old man, power and money are only means, not ends. She decided to give up part of her power to stay here with the police and do more important things herself.

Mrs. Gao Gao didn't know what was coming to her mind, and her old face recalled, "Kunlun ..."

With the sound of a crutch hitting the ground, this figure with a hump on his back and his legs on his back gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Uh ...

大厦 A building near Central Park.

菲 Wilson Fisker watched the broadcast blankly. Although three consecutive explosions made him a little surprised, none of it had anything to do with him, did he?

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James Wesley raised his glasses and looked admiringly at the majestic figure in front of him, what a perfect leader! He is well aware that he does not have the qualifications to become a leader, but he will assist this person to become the underworld king of New York.

A stupid figure came over and hugged Wilson Fisk.

"Dear Vanessa, my goal is about to be achieved. I will spend more time with you at that time." Fisk looked at the woman in his arms and could not help showing a touch of tenderness.

Since he separated his sadistic father with his mother, he has been in the dark solitude until he meets the woman in front of him.

"My dear." Vanessa's face flashed with hesitation. "I'm proud of you, but what's the use of it, we're always in the dark."

"You don't understand, dear, only ..."

"I'm pregnant!" Vanessa interrupted Fisk's words, "I hope our son can appear squarely and brightly in the world! We have other ways, don't we?"

Fisk's face showed joy, and he couldn't help but touch an old cufflink at the cuff of the suit. He touched it from his father's body to remind himself not to be like his father.

I was silent for a long time, and Fisk had a smile on his face, "Listen to you, dear!"

"Mr. Chery, it's me, Fisker." Wilson Fisker took out the phone and dialed a number. "I will support you to drive Bloomberg out of the long seat. I need you to organize a charity for me Dinner. "

"Yes, I decided, I need all New Yorkers to know me, Wilson Fisk!"