Beep~ Beep!
Roosevelt Avenue was usually bustling, but today it was exceptionally lively.
Countless police cars arrived.
The usual vendors and street laborers ran away if they could.
Now, some local residents came out.
They were here to watch the commotion and see if this area was still livable.
Well, they were probably just here for the excitement.
Americans actually love watching the commotion, and they're taking quite a risk in doing so.
They could truly get shot!
So, despite such risks, they still want to watch the excitement.
Obviously, Americans have a stronger urge to witness the chaos.
In such a situation...
"Officer, can you tell us what's happening?"
"No comment!"
"Someone heard the sound of explosions!"
"No comment!"
Of course, journalists also came.
About these incidents, though unclear of the truth, there were indeed two explosions.
They should naturally have come, but this time... traditionally, journalists should arrive before the police.
But this time it's different.
The police came first.
No way out, the journalists had to start interviewing.
And this interview...
"Oh God! I have children... sob sob... They're waiting for me at home, sob sob..."
A visibly Latina overweight middle-aged woman was sobbing to the journalist.
On closer inspection, she was disabled, blind in one eye.
And the police beside seemed a bit helpless too.
"Officer, why is this woman still being questioned here?"
"Well..."
The officer exchanged a look with his superior.
"Alright ma'am, you can go home now."
"Thank you!"
The overweight middle-aged woman expressed gratitude repeatedly.
Just like countless illegal immigrants from Latin America, they work low-level jobs, earn some money, then aim to achieve their American dream.
The overweight woman left, tears still flowing from her eyes.
Both journalists and police felt she was really pitiful, she truly missed her children at home.
Only they surely didn't know.
The woman's tears were absolutely real, but not shed for her children.
They were for the person she loved.
She walked out of this block, then looked back.
A subway train whizzed by on the elevated tracks.
If it were in movies.
This would be a 'landmark' in Spider-Man's swinging journey.
And now...
She ought not to have turned her head, so hurry up and turn back.
The task is complete.
Just the timing seems a bit off.
...
This old building now seems like it was bombarded by a wrecking crew.
Who knows if it can still be used.
After all, it went through a big battle, just bear with it.
Fortunately, the battle is over.
And at this moment, amid the rubble, there lies a person.
He is lying on his back, motionless, clearly dead.
His head suffered a fatal gunshot, still did not completely destroy his face.
How strange!
It's totally visible that he was actually smiling.
Why would someone die smiling?
This genuinely arouses curiosity.
But, in the eyes of many police officers, it's more puzzling than intriguing.
"This person's identity..."
"Completely untraceable!"
"Huh? His teeth?"
"Totally unmatched."
"That's impossible! His face?"
"Totally unmatched!"
"Shit! Would it be better back at the precinct?"
"Probably need a higher level..."
"Higher?"
The sheriff broke into a cold sweat; the case was utterly bizarre.
Many people were involved in this.
First, to fight so fiercely in New York was itself unusual.
We truly live in Marvel movies.
While crime is rampant in the United States, if there are endless explosions, machine guns and such.
It's not a frequent occurrence.
As for gangs nowadays, their shootouts usually involve exchanging shots with Glocks.
It's just that their magazines and modifications make Glocks resemble submachine guns.
But, with grenades and machine guns involved, not to mention top-notch skills...
Really unusual!
Critically, special individuals were involved.
McMahon, being FBI, yet said nothing.
Of course, after intense fighting, he was injured as well.
However, his last words were: my mission is complete, don't bother with me!
Somewhat annoying.
But the sheriff understood... better to leave it alone.
Luckily, FBI personnel soon arrived.
McMahon naturally was taken away.
However, there was still a crucial issue.
"Those bodies..."
When they mentioned bodies, they actually referred to those people... what's going on?
How were we police supposed to handle this?
McMahon said nothing, but the newcomer was decisive.
"Dispose of them early, the cleaner the better."
This?
Legally speaking, considering situations in various countries.
For such cases, bodies should be preserved for a certain time.
And the FBI's directive, the sheriff clearly understood.
He was to quickly cremate the bodies.
Isn't this a method leaving no trace?
Eradicating all evidence!
Mind you, it's truly not something done casually.
If these people had families, then it would surely escalate into a major issue...
Well... certainly!
"Yes! Sir!"
Of course, it had to be done, wasn't it just eradicating all evidence.
No matter, the case was far too challenging.
Thus, McMahon was taken away by the FBI, and the police started the cleanup.
Only they didn't notice, someone crawled out from under the bodies.
