The wanton life of a certain beauty

"So fast?"

"This is Manhattan!"

Compared to Wesley, who was surprised by the speed of the New York police officers, Firefox was accustomed to the scene of a shooting ten seconds ago and the police arriving ten seconds later, and was not surprised at all.

This is Fifth Avenue in Manhattan!

In other words, to put it in understandable terms, this is the tax-paying area of ​​New York City. To put it more bluntly, 90.00% of the New York Police Department's companies come from Manhattan taxpayers.

Under such circumstances, could the New York Police Department not dispatch the police quickly?

In a capital society, only those who are qualified to pay taxes are called human beings!

As for the others?

Find out in 8 minutes?

In a slum in Queens, after you call the emergency number, it takes eighteen minutes for the vehicle to arrive at the scene. This is the so-called eighteen-minute rule.

And in Manhattan?

You can file a complaint in less than 3 minutes.

As for the eighteen minutes in Queens?

Ah.

Sorry, taxpayers, taxpayers, poor people who are not qualified to pay taxes have no right to complain.

quickly!

Five police cars stopped at the entrance of Xingchen Building. Immediately afterwards, ten police officers got out of the car with guns and rushed into the building against the flow of people running out of Xingchen Building.

at the same time.

Wesley, who was observing the battlefield on the opposite side with a sniper rifle, seemed to see some strange scene and spoke out again.

"Look."

"..."

Firefox came back to his senses, holding his own observation glass and looking towards the Star Building.

next second.

Firefox's beautiful eyes shrank again.

Into the eye!

In the living room, Tyrone, holding a gun in one hand, grabbed Booker's collar with the other and took Booker directly to the balcony, as if to show something.

Wesley looked at the showy action on the other side and frowned: "Can he see us?"

Firefox didn't speak, just frowned, watching the man holding 'Booker' in his hand, seemingly facing them, and then, pop-pop, shot twice at 'Booker's head.

moment!

Watermelon juice burst!

"Boom!"

On the balcony, Booker, disguised as Tyrone, let go of the impostor with his right hand who shot the head directly. Then, he licked his lips, looked at the Firefox who was looking at him on the rooftop of the building opposite, and made a smile. The act of making a phone call.

Firefox took off the observation glass with an expressionless expression.

Booker raised the corners of his mouth, turned around, and pulled the headless, still warm body into the living room again.

next second.

In the corner where Booker was sure that neither Wesley nor Firefox could see, the impostor whose head was shot by Booker was glowing at this moment. When Booker walked into the living room, he completely turned into a piece of paper. people.

Uh……

The kind of headless paper man.

[The Paper Man of the Weird Enchantress LeBlanc: After successful use, you can get a paper man disguised as yourself. The paper man moves by basic instincts (Price: [-] game coins.)]

"If you don't want to let go of your child, you can't trap the wolf!"

Booker thought so, and took the transformed paper man into his arms, then walked to the bar, took out a steak knife, and put it on his right hand with an expressionless expression. Yi Dao: "Pfft!"

"drop!"

"drop!"

Booker threw the steak knife aside, then made a fist with his right hand, letting his blood drip onto a body that had lost its head due to a car accident and was borrowed from the police station morgue this morning.

Yumi Cat, squatting on the counter not far away, watched all this with a horrified expression.

soon.

Booker stopped his hand, looked at the frightened Youmi Cat, smiled, and said, "Stay at home, I'll be back in a few days."

Done.

Booker walked towards the door without looking back. When passing the elevator, he looked at the ascending elevator, raised his eyebrows, and with a glide, walked directly into the escape stairwell next to him. Went over there.

At the moment the escape elevator door closed.

Ding!

The elevator door opens.

"quick!"

"quick!"

Detective George Stacey took the lead, yelled Booker angrily, and then kicked open the door.

but……

It's too late.

As if in the hall that had been devastated by heavy rain, bullets from the TT33 pistol and nine-millimeter pistol bullets fell on the floor, and the glass was shattered on the floor. And behind the messy sofa, a body wearing The headless body wearing a custom-made Italian suit and crocodile leather shoes, with a nine-millimeter pistol scattered next to it, instantly caught everyone's attention.

George Stacy was stunned.

"Booker?"

"..."

The police officers who came in behind George Stacy were also spartan at this moment.

what?

Inside the police station, the legendary detective Booker, who claimed to be able to shoot two rounds of ammunition in one second, is dead?

next second.

While some police officers were still in Sparta, George Stacey, who was roaring angrily over there, was already running quickly towards the headless corpse. The officer yelled, "Damn it, find this guy!"

moment.

Several police officers collectively regained consciousness and quickly dispersed. Then, while taking out their walkie-talkies, they ordered the police officers maintaining order below to seal off the building and prevent the suspect from running out.

but……

Booker, who was wearing a coat, was already mingling among the people who had evacuated from the Star Building. He walked out of the building with his head lowered and his pockets in his pockets.

At the same time, a fiery red sports car parked outside the cordon that had just been pulled up.

The windows are open.

into the eye.

Wearing a red dress and sunglasses, Huo Hu looks like a royal lady.

Booker approached, opened the door, and got into the car, all at once.

Firefox stepped on the accelerator and walked away.

"8 minutes."

Booker, who was sitting in the passenger seat, took off his hood, looked at the time on his watch, and then looked at Firefox who was driving with a smile: "The time is just right."

Booker said, and then took out the TT33 pistol that had been empty for a long time from his pocket: "I think this should be returned to you."

"Keep it."

Upon seeing this, Firefox glanced at Booker and said, "Take this as a souvenir of your joining the gang."

Bukele smiled: "I thought you needed to verify whether that corpse was the mission target given to me."

"no need."

Firefox looked at Booker with a smile: "He is the target, I know it very well."

"Oh."

Booker raised his eyebrows and said curiously: "Do you know him?"

Firefox smiled, glanced at Booker, then looked back at the road, and said lightly: "When we were young, we used to be neighbors."

Booker raised his eyebrows: "..."