Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 2 The 102nd Floor of the Empire State Building (Please recommend)
"Foreigners call that Peking opera Beijing Opera, and they have never seen the five-color oil paint, so they painted it on their faces..."

Su Ge sang an inexplicable tune and painted a face with a palette.

The latter looked miserable. Apart from being tied to a wheelchair, his mouth was tightly sewn shut. His eyes were full of fear, but he didn't dare to move. Su Ge drew a mask on his face. come out.

The unlucky guy next to him who was treated in the same way was already dripping with tears, and there was still a puddle of water under his feet. It could be seen that his body and mind had been greatly devastated.

Also, sitting in a wheelchair lift at an altitude of more than 300 meters is really scary.

Six heavily armed men in black with "FBI" written on their backs watched Su Ge, swallowing quietly.

so weird...

The leader held the Glock tightly in his hand, this hard thing gave him a thin but important sense of security.

He bit the bullet and said, "Let the mayor and the congressman go. We can negotiate any conditions, and we can even exchange hostages."

Su Ge was admiring his nondescript paintings at this time, and nodded with satisfaction: "It's just OK, awesome."

What the man in black said failed to arouse his interest, Su Ge responded leisurely: "Call someone who can make the decision, you are not qualified to talk to me."

Su Ge's attitude obviously made the former very uncomfortable...

"I'm the detective of the New York branch of the FBI. I can satisfy you whatever you want."

"This is about to make people cry!" Su Ge expressed his anger at the FBI's lack of cooperation, and said, "How much is your rotten life worth?"

The way he expressed his anger was also very direct, ignoring the other party's black muzzle, and kicked the masterpiece he had just completed through the opening of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Amidst the unrecognizable screams of the mayor, Su Ge stepped on the rope under his feet.

The night wind was strong, messing up Su Ge's hair. Under the angry gaze of several agents, he showed a devilish smile.

"Listen, the mayor likes to swing." Su Ge got on another wheelchair and asked with a smile: "Mr. Congressman, do you like it?"

"Woooooo!"

The latter screamed with all his strength while struggling in a "fish out of water" style, his lips roughly sewn with fishing line were dripping with blood.

Fear had consumed the poor creature's sanity.

The FBI agents were also devastated. They tried their best to restrain the desire to shoot.

There was a turmoil in the public channel, which disturbed everyone's mind, until a thick and calm voice sounded.

"Let me do it!"

In came a sleek, middle-aged white man wearing an NYPD armband.

"I'm George Stacy, Commissioner of the New York Police Department." The visitor went straight to the point: "Are you qualified?"

Su Ge nodded in satisfaction and said, "I request a hostage exchange."

Glancing at the sullen FBI inspector next to him, Su Ge said regretfully, "Look, I could have given you the mayor, but now I can only give you the congressman."

Director George didn't talk nonsense. After unloading his weapon, he raised his hands and walked towards Su Ge.

Suge pointed a gun at George Stacy and with the other hand pushed the state legislator toward the group of FBIs.

Regardless of the chaos behind him, the police chief stared at the strange murderer in front of him: "What else do you want?"

Su Ge pointed out the window.

From the observation deck on the 102nd floor of the Empire State Building, you can clearly see the whole picture of Central Park in New York.

The Big Apple at night is extraordinarily charming.

However, George Stacy didn't want to appreciate such a beautiful scenery. He asked, "What do you mean?"

Su Ge felt a little bored and said, "Don't you think this place is very suitable for taking pictures?"

Director George's face darkened.

Su Ge said with a smile: "I want to be interviewed, let the media come up."

……

This request is actually very troublesome, and it will add many variables to the next actions of the police and the FBI.

But they really have little room for rejection.

Su Ge only gave them 10 minutes. During this tense time, George carefully observed the man in front of him, who was also the most notorious criminal on the East Coast in half a year.

Classic clown appearance, wearing a long purple suit, combing his hair narcissistically from time to time.

There is madness in the wild eyes, which is in line with his long-standing style of acting.

He is arrogant and adventurous.

The director feels that it can be used.

Director George, who was moved in his heart, pursed his lips, and proposed against the black muzzle of the gun: "Let me help you get the rope, you just need to kill me, and Mr. Mayor will hardly survive."

"Okay!" Su Ge seemed to have a bright eye, and stuffed the rope into the opponent's hand, and said in an artificial tone, "I just felt a little tired."

Director George smiled slightly. The rope was heavy in his hands, and he wound it around his arm a few more times.While chatting with Su Ge: "Why did you take this road of no return?"

"No return? What do you mean?" Su Ge seemed a little confused, so: "If you mean planning and carrying out 3 kidnappings, 5 bank robberies, 8 murders and 13 bombings, I don't know." I feel like this is the way to go.”

Su Ge's words made the police chief's face darken.

This series of rhetoric is exactly what the internal meeting of the special case group said, and even the tone of it was learned vividly.

"Do you have an internal response at the police station?"

Su Ge smiled strangely: "Maybe I'm the policeman?"

Director George, frowning and thinking, ignored his nonsense, but Su Ge seemed to have opened up the chatterbox.

"You know, before this all started, I was just an ordinary street boy." Su Ge rubbed his eyes and said, "There is no serious job at all. I have pulled a pimp, made a snake head, and sold some disgusting things." gadgets."

"What would my original future be? To die in a gang fight, to die in my rented house due to an overdose, or to die drunk on the belly of a certain lady?"

Director George interrupted him: "You asked for this."

Su Ge shrugged indifferently, and said, "Maybe, but now, I'm a big shot."

He pointed to George Stacy: "Here, even the chief of police has to accompany me to finish the play."

"No one will call me a rotten boy now." Suge's voice revealed a certain kind of fanaticism, and he opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world: "They call me, Mr. Clown!"

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The chief of police exhaled, suppressed the swearing on his lips, glanced at the expectant Su Ge, and said to the door: "Come in."

As the door opened, a group of media people with different faces rushed in with long guns and short cannons.

The murder weapon in Suge's hands also failed to deter this group of well-known Western journalists.

He put the police chief on the shoulder, and asked the latter with a playful smile: "Don't be so nervous! Smile."

The latter made a zombie laugh with great difficulty.

Su Ge cheerfully answered all kinds of questions from this group of reporters.

Director George met someone in the group of reporters and shook his head imperceptibly.

(End of this chapter)