American Comics: The Invincible Wheel of Fortune

After listening to Aaron's narration, George pondered for a while and said, "Alon, you are a direct party, so don't get involved in this case. Go to the hospital for a good checkup first, and then rest for a few days to recuperate. The case will be handed over to Detective Beckett." Let's handle it, Beckett, I'll assign two more police detectives to take charge with you, and the police department will fully support your actions."

George's voice was as calm as ever, no change could be heard, but deep in his eyes, there was a trace of imperceptible anger.

In order not to look too exaggerated, Aaron also said that he was injured. At this time, he had taken off his stab-proof clothing. He got rid of the outer two pieces and showed the inner one to others to show off, otherwise it would be difficult to say anything. Where did that bruise under the ribs come from?

Aaron also knew that this was a rule, and the person involved could not participate in the investigation of the case. George in the bureau always followed the rules, and he would not treat him specially, nor would he argue.

Aron thought that no matter what happened, the Hand ninjas present at the scene would not be able to find any clues. In the end, the Hand would only target Aron himself and the Shinsun Association, and he did not tell the whole truth. It should be no big deal.

Aaron nodded, acquiescing, and there was a hint of unwillingness in his eyes at the right time, indicating that his acting skills were quite strong.

"Ye'sir. Don't worry Aaron, have a good rest and leave everything to me." Kate also nodded solemnly in response. Seeing Aaron's expression, she even comforted him.

Alon's house looks like this, the door has been kicked down, there must be no one to live in.

George knew that so many things had happened in such a short period of time, and that Aaron was probably being targeted by bad guys for reasons unknown to everyone. After thinking about it, he said to Aaron: "Go and stay in a safe house for a few days." Well, I’ll send two more groups of patrol officers to protect you.”

Aaron thought to himself that if the Hand Association really came to visit, ten groups of patrol police would not be enough trouble, but he also knew that the Hand Association was suddenly hit by such a blow, and a leader was killed, so he would not dare to act rashly in a short period of time, which was fine. No problem.

Although Aaron didn't want to go, he also knew that this was the correct procedure. In order to prevent George and Kate from seeing anything, he had no choice but to agree first and just hide away for a few days to relax.

The end of February.

Flushing, Queens.

There is an airport near Flushing, and building heights are restricted, so skyscrapers like those in Manhattan cannot be built.

There is also a direct subway to Manhattan, which only takes about 30 minutes. In terms of transportation, it is quite convenient.

The descendants of dragons from the ancient mysterious country in the East, whether they are inland or from Xiangjiang, have taken root. It is both their nature and their inherent skills, and they can open branch bases anywhere.

Now it has surpassed Manhattan's Old Chinatown and become the largest Chinese gathering place in New York.

Some people say that after taking the subway from Manhattan, it took half an hour to arrive in Flushing. As soon as I got out of the station, I thought I had passed through a mysterious space tunnel and arrived in Hong Kong.

In a certain apartment in a certain apartment building.

Half past nine in the morning.

Aaron was wearing a T-shirt and bloomers, with bare feet and no socks. He was leaning on his head with one hand, lying on his side on the sofa, with a bag of snacks and a magazine on his chest.

The TV opposite the sofa was turned on, and Aaron pressed the remote control in boredom. He found nothing interesting to watch and just switched channels unconsciously, from the first channel to the last one, in a cycle.

Aaron pressed the remote control several times, threw it away, stretched, yawned, scratched his back, grabbed a handful of Cheetos and stuffed it into his mouth, then took a big gulp of Coke, slurping it in his mouth. All the bubbles in the Coke popped out, and Aaron's mouth suddenly bulged out. It took him a long time to swallow everything in his mouth.

There was a sudden noise at the door, and someone opened the door with a key, but Aaron ignored it.

"Hi, Aaron, morning." A patrolman came in. He was a white man in his early thirties, of medium build, chubby and looked very rich, with a kind smile.

"Um."

Aaron weakly agreed without turning his head to look. He just raised his hand holding the remote control and shook it.

The patrolman didn't pay attention, and then asked: "Have you eaten in the morning?"

"Um."

The patrolman shook his head helplessly, walked around behind the sofa, walked around in a circle, and looked out the window again, but it was also casual and routine.

"Nothing unusual, right?"

"Um."

I'm afraid this kid may have received some kind of blow...

The patrolman saw a black line on his forehead. Why did this guy look so much like his cousin who was kicked directly without a chance to forgive his girlfriend? The psychological shock was too great. He stayed at home to heal his heartache, and then he changed. Become a 300 pound happy fat paper...

The look of eating snacks and drinking Coke looks so similar...

Didn't it say that this person is the most powerful person in the police station?

If Aaron knew what this person was thinking, he would definitely spray a mouthful of happy water on Ya's face, especially if he is the most powerful general in the police station and the most powerful general in Asgard. He is detained in the house all day long and cannot go anywhere. If you let him go, he can't do anything. He still needs the virtue of a buddy.

Nothing is more boring than this.

This is already Aaron's seventh day in the safe house.

When Aaron first came here, he was not like this. He really had nothing to do. He was not allowed to go out, use mobile phones, or access the Internet. There was a phone number, but he had to call the main station of the police station first, so he couldn't call casually. You can only call your fixed contacts, that is, George or Kate, and then there is a TV, a few back issues of magazines, and nothing else.

...This is only slightly better than "Old Boy"...

Aaron thought to himself that it was such a mistake... If I had known, I would have struggled first. It would have been nice to be able to get online. Such a miserable life is not even as good as a fat house... Aaron could only feel sad and angry. Here we eat, sleep, eat, sleep, drink Fat House Happy Water, and swallow Fat House Happy Water in large gulps. It is no wonder that the patrolman on routine inspections reacted like this.

Fortunately, it officially ends today.

For the past week, Aaron's safe house has been quiet and quiet. Outside the safe house, the entire Queens area has been abuzz.

Without affecting the normal handling of the case, the 29th Precinct, where Aaron is located, mobilized all remaining police forces, and even seconded police from two other precincts in Queens to deploy all available personnel to fully investigate the incident where Aaron was attacked. event.

If it were just the incident of Aaron being attacked at home, it wouldn't be such a big deal.

The problem is that this thing is continuous. Two police detectives have been injured before, and there are so many "ninja killers" whose identities cannot be found and whose origins are hidden in New York. They dare to openly attack the police. What else is there? Dare to do it?

This problem can be said to be quite serious. The New York General Administration directly ordered a strict investigation. Not only Queens, but also other areas were mobilized, but the momentum was not as large as that of Queens.

Fortunately, the confidentiality measures on this matter were quite good. They only said it was a home invasion and robbery, and no specific information was disclosed to the media. The subsequent actions were only described as normal actions to maintain public security, and there was not much pressure from the public.

But all the neighborhoods in New York were in a state of turmoil.