Chapter 26 Assassins and News Influence

Escorted by the chief of the East District Police Station, Allen walked out of the police station with a smile on his face.

Two men and women in tight clothes slowly got out of an extended black luxury car, respectfully welcomed Allen into the car, and then sped away.

"Thank you for your help, Ms. Laura!"

Allen, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at the man driving the car at the moment.

"Ms. Laura hopes that Mr. Allen can be more obedient recently. There seems to be some unstable factors in the East District."

"The Judge? That guy is a superhuman, and it is indeed a bit tricky, but it is not an unsolvable problem."

Allen smiled slightly and looked at the expressionless woman beside him. He could clearly feel a chill emanating from his body, and his hair stood on end. It was a kind of suppression of ordinary people by superhumans.

"It seems that my luck is unexpectedly good this time!"

Looking at the streets passing by quickly outside, his eyes were deep and he muttered to himself.

Soon the car drove to an abandoned church. Allen got out of the car first, looking at the church that seemed to be empty, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Suddenly, a series of black shadows jumped down from the church beams, and their feet stomped on the ground without making a sound.

After a while, five men and women in black came to Allen.

The five people bowed one by one, looking at Allen, and all remained silent.

"The primary target this time is that woman. After solving her, if possible, solve the judge as well. That guy has been too jumpy recently."

"Yes!"

The neat response echoed in the empty church. After a while, five black shadows rushed out of the door. The woman who got off the car had a slight flash in her eyes and followed closely behind them.

Allen came to the second floor of the church, looking directly at the Gotan outside that was in darkness. There was a blazing fire in his eyes. He wanted to control the entire East District, and all the stumbling blocks that blocked him would be wiped out by him.

…

“The Judge has killed again. It seems that some criminals who like to kidnap women and children have been killed.”

“I like this kind of terrifying atmosphere. We must make those criminals feel scared so that they dare not disrupt the order at will.”

On the busy streets, people talked to each other in groups of three or two, with excitement on their faces, just because today the Gotham East District Daily reported that the Judge attacked again, with a record of 34 deaths, which instantly made the headlines.

In the news panel of the East District, it even surpassed Batman!

The door of a bakery opened instantly, and George held a piece of caterpillar bread in one hand and a Coke in the other hand, and walked hurriedly.

Listening to the discussions of people around him, his face did not change, and he soon came to the police station.

“Detective George, the police officer asked you to go to the office!”

“Yes.”

With a slightly gloomy face, George slowly approached the room where rock music was resounding early in the morning.

“Sheriff!”

Turn down the volume of the stereo, and the fat middle-aged man stood up with a smile on his face.

Slowly walked to George and patted his shoulder gently.

"George, now the order has been officially issued. The Central Police Department will be responsible for the Allen Group's affairs this time. Don't bother Allen again. Understand?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, you go out."

Looking at George with an expressionless face, Leon seemed helpless.

George walked out of the room and returned to his seat. Looking at some details he had discovered in the past few days recorded on the computer, he selected all of them and threw them into the Recycle Bin, and then emptied the Recycle Bin!

"Ah! Detective George, what are you doing?"

The black police officer on the side looked at George with surprise. He didn't understand what George was doing at the moment. The information that he had worked so hard to discover was now pulled into the Recycle Bin?

With a smile on his lips, George tried to maintain a calm tone: "Maybe... the East District needs a judge?"

Bang!

The bullet instantly penetrated the computer. George grabbed the police officer next to him and hid under the table in an instant.

The next moment, countless bullets shot into the police station from the street outside the window. One police officer after another was shot and fell in a pool of blood.

Bang, bang, bang!

"Fuck!"

Unable to hold back a loud curse, George pulled out his pistol and, with the cover of the table, carefully spied on a group of people wearing various masks who were slowly walking outside.

"These guys!"

The submachine gun spewed out dazzling flames, and bullets swept the table in a row. All the surviving police officers hid behind their desks, accompanied by a dull bombardment.

The door of the office was suddenly blasted open by a rocket, and a strong flame gushed out of the office.

Looking at the people wearing various masks who quickly stepped over the door of the police station and fell to the ground, George quickly leaned over and shot.

While shooting, he organized a counterattack. Under his leadership, the remaining police officers reacted one after another, and the gunfight between the two sides was about to break out.

At this moment, all the people on the street outside the police station ran around in panic, and no one dared to approach this place.

"They are from the Mask Society!"

A police officer seemed to recognize these suddenly aggressive gangsters and shouted in panic.

"The Mask Society is not the target of Batman's recent attack, why did they come to our East District?"

A police officer who had not been involved in last night's case shouted in a bit of collapse. He had little experience and had never experienced such a battle.

George said nothing, listening to the continuous gunshots. He was looking for some gaps. Bullets pierced through his side. He instantly leaned forward and shot, knocking down a man wearing a cat-faced mask instantly.

Even if there were casualties in the team of these criminals,

they seemed to be fearless and still attacked the police station. From time to time, a police officer fell in a pool of blood.

What made George somewhat fortunate was that these people seemed to have only one rocket. Looking at the office with the door blasted through and thick smoke emitting at this moment, he did not feel a trace of grief in his heart.

"Who gave you the courage to provoke our Mask Society!"

A man wearing a golden monkey mask jumped out of the crowd and shouted sternly. His words echoed in the roar of bullets, which made George's heart tremble slightly.

The next moment, he leaned forward and shot a very clean and neat burst. The arc of the bullet instantly shot straight at the golden monkey mask man.

However, under his gaze, the golden monkey mask man jumped instantly, jumping more than three meters high, and quickly jumped to the bunker on the side, and at the same time dodged the bullet that was about to hit.

"Fuck, it's a super criminal!"

The black police officer on the side looked terrified. At this time, he suddenly found a landline phone on the side, and hurriedly took it in front of him and started to dial the emergency number.

However, the next moment, his body froze, and he suddenly realized that he was calling himself...

With the screams of the police officers one after another, George, the black police officer and the old detective looked at each other.

The sound of broken glass was accompanied by strange laughter. Except for George, the other two people all looked desperate.

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