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The night is getting darker.

11 o'clock in the evening is the time when New York, an international metropolis, opens up all kinds of splendid nightlife.

However, there was already silence inside the Hand and Society Academy in Brooklyn.

Due to the curfew, at this point in time, all the students had already returned to their dormitories.

The entire community was eerily quiet except for the slight footsteps of guards patrolling with guns in hand from time to time.

At the same time, the office of the community founder was still brightly lit.

In an office filled with various antique utensils, Bozu was sitting on an office chair, with a frown on his face, fingers crossed on his hands, and his chin propped up, looking troubled.

He didn't know that his lair had been exposed; he didn't even know that Leon had brought a large number of New York police officers to come and destroy the Hand and Society Academy.

At this time, the disciple, as Leon had guessed, was still worried about how to explain to the remaining three fingers.

Is it really like what Leon said, telling the truth to others?

The assassination attempt on Lyon failed, and Murakami took his own life. He even knelt down and begged for mercy, only to be forgiven by Lyon and was able to survive.

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If that's the case, how can he still have the face and the ability to hang around?

Thinking of this, Botu suddenly complained to Mrs. Gao and Alexandra in his heart.

If it weren't for that old woman, how could he be so embarrassed if he messed with someone he shouldn't mess with?

If Alexandra hadn't ordered him and Murakami to kill Leon, he wouldn't have been so humiliated by Leon, and Murakami wouldn't have died.

Just then, bang

A loud gunshot resounded through the sky, instantly breaking the silence of the entire college.

Hearing the gunshot, Botu quickly stood up and came to the window with a serious face, trying to grasp the source of the gunshot.

Suddenly, the office door was pushed open violently

A burly man with a big beard rushed into the office with a face full of panic and said to the confused disciple: "Teacher, the police are here."

"What did you say"

Before the look of surprise on Bo Tu's face could fade away, the bearded man suddenly grunted and fell straight to the ground.

A figure suddenly emerged from behind the bearded man.

When the disciple saw clearly the appearance of the visitor, he was suddenly shocked, his eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost, "It's you"

"Hi we meet again"

That's right, the person standing in front of Botu is none other than Leon, who has changed into a black suit.

He put his hands in his pockets, walked leisurely into the office, and sat down on the chair.

At this time, if the disciple can't figure out Leon's plan, he will live like a dog for hundreds of years.

"That's what you're for"

Faced with Botu's question, Leon, who was sitting on the chair, shrugged, spread his hands, and said calmly: "Whatever you think."

"I just want to tell you that this place is surrounded by the New York Police Department."

The implication is: You, an old boy like a disciple, can hardly fly even if you have no wings.

The disciple was silent.

When I saw Leon again, his situation was just like the last time he was in the warehouse, he was so helpless and desperate.

This made him feel a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.

He knew deep in his heart that the reason why he had not died until now must be because he was still valuable.

Leon, what do you want to get from him?

"What do you want?"

"What do I want?" he repeated in a low voice. Leon tugged the corner of his mouth slightly, slowly stood up from the chair, looked at Botu condescendingly, and said in an erratic tone: "You will know."

As soon as he finished speaking, several heavily armed ESU members wearing black SWAT uniforms arrived belatedly.

"This is their leader, take him away"

"Yes"

Under Leon's sharp gaze, Botu could only surrender.

Leon was the only one left in the huge office.

At this time, he turned his attention to the white safe mounted on the wall, and unconsciously smiled.

. . .

At the same time, the police's night raid on the Peace College had almost come to an end.

With a strong police force of nearly hundreds of people, the entire Hand and Society Academy was surrounded by the New York police, and not even a fly could fly out.

As the most elite unit of the New York Police Department, ESU quickly took control of the situation as soon as the battle broke out.

Except for a few guards who dared to fight back and were shot dead instantly, the other guards dropped their firearms one after another under the lightning-fast police attack. They obediently squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.

The entire night raid took five minutes, and the New York police won the battle without any blood.

After esu took over the entire Handwakai Academy, the remaining police forces who assisted, under the leadership of a senior police superintendent, began to conduct a thorough search of all buildings in the entire community.

Although some criminal evidence has been obtained in this place.

However, the cautious George Stacey still felt that it would be safer to catch him on the spot.

Based on the guard's intelligence, the police quickly found the basement in the blood drawing video and the surveillance room that monitored various areas.

Suddenly, all the secrets hidden in the darkness were exposed

In addition to the two dozen guards who were disarmed and handcuffed, the students who had been hiding in the dormitory since hearing the gunfire were also taken to the large square in the center of the community by the police.

Colleen Wing is one of them.

The insomniac girl had just closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep when she was frightened by the sudden gun battle and immediately jumped out of bed.

At this time, her face, like other Hands and Meeting students, was full of uneasiness and fear.

What is going on? This may be the only thought in the minds of these people who have not been brainwashed by hands and brains at this moment.

Looking at the police cars with red and blue lights around them, as well as the police officers with loaded guns and serious faces, these homeless teenagers and girls unconsciously squeezed towards the familiar people around them.

It seems that doing so can cover up the worries in my heart a little bit

At this time, Senior Superintendent Owen, who was in charge of the night raid, waved his hand and shouted: "Bring them up"

Following an order from their superiors, several policemen came tremblingly in front of the crowd, supporting two men who were skinny and pale, as if they were about to die.

"That is"

"John Edward"

"Didn't they leave here? Why did it become like this?"

There were several exclamations in the crowd.

Obviously, these two men who can't even stand still were one of their former members.