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"BOSS, calm down!"

James wondered if his boss had been confused.

"That JOKER is not something that ordinary police officers can deal with. Instead of confronting him head-on, it's better to just follow his wishes, comfort him, and keep in touch with him."

After experiencing the fear of death just now, James has resumed his role as a think tank making suggestions.

"Suppress this matter before our losses are still acceptable. Don't you think that the power of just one JOKER is worth our one hundred and eighty thugs?"

The light of wisdom flashed in his eyes, and his whole person gradually transformed.

"And I think although he is crazy, he is not really crazy."

James turned his brain and analyzed JOKER's behavioral purpose for Kingpin.

"You see, JOKER has been hiding for so long since he first appeared. Now he appears with an unusually high profile. I think this should be a signal!"

"Signal?"

Kingpin pressed his fingers to his temples and chewed on his meaning.

"That's right! It's a signal! JOKER is looking for a suitable stage to announce his arrival to the world. We were just unlucky enough to encounter the wrong thing at the wrong time!"

"So, you mean that I am just unlucky?" Kingpin made a bitter self-deprecating smile.

Unexpectedly, James retorted decisively: "On the contrary!"

Under Kingpin's doubtful eyes, he opened his mouth to explain.

"Maybe we lost a lot today, but this is an opportunity and recognition. As long as we can control... No, it's cooperation! With that JOKER! BOSS, do you think, as long as he helps, there is no force in New York that we can't deal with of?"

When Jin Bing heard this, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

After calming down, he also thought clearly about the benefits of contacting JOKER.

This is a peerless blade, but if it is not used properly, it is likely to hurt others and yourself. If it is used properly, it is a magical weapon that can cut through thorns and obstacles.

In comparison, today's embarrassment is just a small price to pay for future glory.

"I understand."

A true overlord naturally has a mind that tolerates the past.

No matter how ugly the posture is, it can be put down in the face of interests.

Soon, Kingpin adjusted his mentality.

He heard loud sirens coming from outside.

"James, it's up to you to handle the police outside. It's best to suppress today's matter."

"Okay, BOSS. Leave the outside matters to me."

Seeing that his boss has regained his calmness and reason, James will naturally not sit on his head and give orders for him.

"Next, let me meet this famous JOKER."

Kingpin straightened his clothes and put on a confident expression on his face again.

It was as if the person who was beaten into a dog just now was not him.

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Outside the United Construction Trading Company Building, eight or nine police cars and several ambulances surrounded the gate.

There was also a group of richly dressed men and women who were protected by police officers in the middle.

Some of them looked frightened, some were injured, and their mental state was not good.

There were even unlucky ones who were trampled and seriously injured. These people were immediately carried away on stretchers and sent to first aid.

The crowd outside were reporters armed with long guns and cannons.

They were waiting eagerly outside the cordon, like a group of huskies waiting to be fed, unable to hold back their bodies and minds.

At this time, another police car drove over.

A middle-aged man in a straight uniform stepped out of the car.

Seeing him appear, the reporters were as excited as if they had taken stimulants.

If there weren't police officers blocking the way, I'm afraid they would have loved to rush forward.

"Deputy Director Stacey, what do you think of the terrorist attack that just happened!?"

The speaker was a big yangma with two papayas hanging on his chest.

She opened her chest very low, rushed forward, and hit people with the ball very fiercely.

Looking at the ecstatic expression on the police officer standing in front of her, you can tell how fierce this reporter is.

"The NYPD has no comment on the current situation. Please do not hinder the work of our police."

The man with a businesslike attitude said something and walked towards the encirclement line without looking back.

"Deputy Director Stacey..."

The police detective in charge of this operation came over quickly.

"Detective Redfield, how's the situation?"

George Stacey nodded towards the young police detective who was less than 30 years old and asked seriously.

"According to the oral accounts of the guests present, the criminals in the building have very strong fighting power and can directly behead several people one after another. At present, we have no way of knowing the true purpose of this intruder, and there may be several innocent people inside who have not escaped. come out."

Chris Redfield took a deep breath.

"I think a strong attack requires the cooperation of the explosion-proof team. It is best for everyone to be equipped with automatic weapons."

Other police officers nearby heard this and looked at him in surprise.

He's just a knife-wielding robber. Does he need to go to war in such a big way?

"You have never seen the posture of a top martial arts master in battle. To put it bluntly, if we barge in with pistols like this, he will kill them all like chickens."

Chris said seriously.

But the other police officers obviously didn't believe it and looked nonchalant.

Only Deputy Director Stacey, who knew Chris's resume, looked down and thought for a moment.

He remembered that Chris had been a member of the Alpha Team under the STARS elite force and was the elite of the elite.

STARS is affiliated with the federal defense department of the United States and is therefore administratively independent of the police department to which it belongs.

It is mainly responsible for responding to serious crimes, terrorist activities and extreme criminal activities in the increasingly complex urban environment, and is also responsible for assessing the situation.

Although it is unknown why Chris quit Alpha Squad.

But his professional experience is definitely not what ordinary people can imagine, so Deputy Director Stacey believes that Chris's words have certain reference value.

"I understand."

Deputy Stacey didn't hesitate for long.

"Wait for the bomb squad to arrive and prepare for the raid."

Chris heard this and was about to give instructions to each team.

At this time, a police officer trotted over.

"Deputy Director, Detective, Mr. James Wisley, CAO of United Construction Trading Company, has brought new information."

Deputy Director Stacey's eyes lit up and he quickly waved his hand to give instructions.

"Quick, let him come over."

After a while, James, who was neatly dressed, was led over by the police.

"Deputy Director Stacey, long time no see. This is..."

With a smile on his face, James stretched out his hand to the NYPD Deputy Commissioner.

But Deputy Chief Stacey glanced at him and did not shake his hand.

"Mr. Weasley, this is Chris Redfield, the youngest detective of the NYPD. He is in charge of today's operation."

When James heard this, he quickly took Chris's hand and shook it vigorously.

"Hello, hello. Detective Redfield, my name is James Weasley, and I'd like to ask for your advice in the future."

Chris could only nod awkwardly and reluctantly pulled his hand out.

"Stop chatting and tell us what's going on inside."

Deputy Director Stacey asked eagerly.

James spoke calmly.

"It's okay. My boss, Mr. Wilson Fisk, has solved all the problems."

Deputy Stacey and Detective Chris: "??"