Chapter 95 Gunshots in New York City

New York City·Hell's Kitchen

Because Kingpin Wilson Fisk, the "uncrowned king" who was responsible for commanding and controlling many underground gangs throughout New York City, is missing/lived or dead,

And the 24-hour ultimatum warning issued by "Megatron" after invading the global public information network,

All of the above, no matter which one of them happens, has a huge impact on the entire Hell's Kitchen and even New York City.

Without the constraints of the "Kingpin", various underground gang parties in New York City began to get ready to take action.

After all, the group is leaderless, the person who shared the cake is no longer there, and no one is convinced by anyone.

Faced with such a fat and delicious "big cake" right in front of us, and the huge benefits it brings, I believe no normal person would be unmoved.

What's more, people like them have a lot of ambitions. However, due to the huge power of the original "Jin Bin" and their hands and eyes,

So they could only put away their inappropriate thoughts and hibernate silently, but this did not mean that they had lost their ambition to be competitive.

And the most important thing is that in the face of those suspected alien invasions of the earth, New York City is about to become the first victim to be put on the altar. Coupled with the total blockade,

The entire New York City seems to have become a state within a state, the second Vatican, gradually becoming a lawless place.

When the original rules and order are broken, the first batch of "pioneers" are naturally needed.

They began to gradually test the "bottom line" of New York City, organizing riots one after another, and public safety incidents continued to occur...

As a result, throughout the streets and alleys of New York, those dirty and dirty things that should have been hidden in the shadows began to gradually emerge in the sunshine.

And "Daredevil Matt Murdock", who has never left New York, is also struggling to run around.

He even almost died several times in the traps laid by old and new grudges who had been unhappy with him for a long time.

New York City has become a paradise for riots and fermentation, like a powder keg that can ignite at a moment's notice.

But it is very irrational, as the "scapegoat" launched by this The Division incident,

At the request of the federal government, New York City Mayor John Kendi began preparing to hold a speech in Times Square, New York, in an attempt to appease people.

"Those damn fools want to kill me!"

"Are you people trying to push me into the fire pit?"

"Fuck Fuck!"

In the city hall office, John Kendi was like a furious lion, frantically smashing everything he could see in the office around the house.

The secretary next to him was shivering and hiding under the table nearby.

"Mr. John Kendy, unfortunately this is not a request, but an order."

"You have no right to say no, think about your wife and children,"

"Besides, we will send the most elite and rigorously trained bodyguards to protect your personal safety, so you don't need to worry about anything at all, it's just a speech."

Faced with such coercion and inducement, John Kendi fell silent. After thinking for a long time, he spoke in a deep voice,

"good."

After receiving a positive reply, all aspects of the speech began to be arranged.

However, due to various reasons, many people who were supposed to be responsible for decorating and arranging the speech venue did not show up for work, so everything had to be arranged simply.

Times Square, New York City——

Dressed in a suit and tie, New York City Mayor John Kendi slowly stepped out of the bulletproof Cadillac that had been strictly modified.

As for why he didn't ride in his favorite convertible sports car, he was naturally worried about his own safety, so he had no choice but to give up.

Walking onto the built platform and arriving at the podium, John Kendi smiled, cleared his throat, and adjusted the speech microphone in front of him.

Facing the thick crowd below, some beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

At the same time, he used his eyes to hint to the secretary standing aside, asking the bodyguards surrounding the lecture platform to be alert.

"Dear citizens, I am Mayor John Kendi, and I am very happy that you can come to participate in this promotion event."

Before John Kendi could gather his emotions, a voice that was neither too big nor too small, but just enough for everyone present to hear, rang out from the crowd.

"What do you mean! Do you want us to fend for ourselves?"

"We want to be free! Not locked up in this "cage" like animals!"

And these words, like a drop of water dropped into a boiling oil pan, made the crowd suddenly filled with indignation and excitement.

They raised their fists one after another and shouted loudly, one after another, and the excited crowd began to gradually approach the lecture platform.

John Kendi looked at the people who gradually began to surround him, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

But seeing the well-armed, tall and muscular bodyguards standing around him, he felt relieved again.

Even if all these stupid people rush forward, with these elite bodyguards accompanying me, there won't be any big problem...

"boom--"

Deafening gunshots resounded on the lecture platform,

John Kendi, who was still trying to maintain a smile on his face, suddenly had a blood hole on his forehead, accompanied by little drops of blood splattering.

It also caused the entire venue to fall into silence for an instant. Among the crowd, some people were gloating about the misfortune, while others looked surprised...

The bodyguards standing by were also dumbfounded. The target person they carefully protected was shot in the head so easily. They were so shocked.

They were probably going to die on the spot.

But it was far from over. When everyone fell into a brief silence, a thin figure rushed out from the crowd.

He was holding a short-barreled double-barreled shotgun. Because of his short stature, he lowered his head slightly and walked through the fence.

The bodyguards around were about to rush forward, but they found that the man quickly raised the muzzle and aimed at John Kennedy, who seemed to be still breathing and lying on the ground with his eyes open.

"Bang Bang--"

The dazzling fire was accompanied by gunpowder smoke, and iron sand mixed with lead bullets sprayed out of the gun barrel,

which made John Kennedy, who was still breathing, "overjoyed" and had several blood holes of different sizes on his chest.

"For the new world! For freedom!"

The man wearing a mask raised the gun in his hand to his head and shouted loudly.

He was pinned to the ground by a group of bodyguards who rushed over, but he still insisted on expressing his ideas.

Perhaps it was some kind of accident and inevitability. The whole process of the propaganda activity was recorded into a video and quickly spread on the Internet.

The impact of the gunfire in New York City was far beyond people's imagination, and undercurrents surged.

At first, those who were still sitting in the white palace didn't care, until...