Super Trick or Treat System

There are more and more people looking at the edge. Judging from their numbers, few people are in school or work today. Yesterday, they seemed to have only a little interest in the development of towns, but today, as the North American continent is about to fall behind, they are beginning to pay more attention. However, Li Huai saw no signs of panic on his face. It was a miracle at best, but at best it was the first time a group of Europeans saw New York Harbor from a boat. He concluded that their indifference and ruthlessness, as long as their usual life mode is not improperly disturbed, who will resign. What they lack is of course leadership.

"It's huge, isn't it?" Aris said. She looked at the Atlantic Ocean. Apart from the bright blue sky, a strip of the New England coast and surrounding bombers, this was almost the only thing left.

Li Huai said: "It will become bigger." "Can we go through the town, and finally look at America?" He also wanted to see what was happening in the town.

"I hope it's not the last time. I hope to go back and forth."

The enterprising taxi driver opened the door for them. He said: "Special tour rate for the West End." "One dollar."

"You are here," Li Hao said. "How's the business?"

"Not booming as you said. There are no trains to see. No buses. Hi Aris. This is not one of your father's brainstorming, is it?"

"Hi, Chuck," she said. "I doubt it, although I'm sure you will never let him admit it. How about your wife and boy?"

"Okay. That boy, he has some imagination. He dug a hole in the backyard. Last week, he told us that he is approaching China. This week is Australia. He said at dinner last night that they must have heard him say , They were already connected, and he had a full conversation with a kangaroo."

"Kangaroo?" Li Huai sat up straight.

"Yes. You know how the kids are. I think he studied Australia in geography."

"What did the kangaroo tell your son?"

The taxi driver laughed defensively. "There is nothing wrong with this boy. He is just an active mind."

"Of course. When I was a kid, I used to talk to bears. But what did he say the kangaroo said?"

"Oh, just crazy stuff-like a kangaroo no longer likes it to fall into the ground, but comes here because it is safer."

Later in the day, about when Lee Bad Cot estimated that Superior had crossed the twelve-mile limit-east from the coast, not upwards-the National Bank of Superior was blocked.

One man was obviously Joe Neggs, a little gambler, and the other man drove Neggs’ gorgeous Buick convertible to the bank. They went to the chief teller, threatened him with a pistol, and demanded all the money. They stuffed the banknotes into the sacks, got into the car, and drove away. They did not take anything from the customer, nor did they try to take anything from the vault.

The fact that they ignore the vault makes it feel better. When he first heard about the robbery, he remembered that these people might have happened after the brief case he had deposited there, which meant he was under suspicion. But obviously, this job is a real robbery, not a cover-up.

Half an hour after the criminal left the scene, Police Chief Vincent Grande arrived at the scene. His car froze and couldn't start. He arrived in a taxi with a blushing face, and pointed to the automated holster service.

Neggs and his accomplices were identified as a poolside lounge chair named Hank Stacey, and had escaped with a hundred thousand dollars.

Grande commented on this: "I don't know that there is so much money in the town." When he asked other questions, the phone rang and someone told the bank governor that he had seen Niggs and Stacy walking in. The swimming pool is out. In fact, the robber's convertible was parked openly in front of that place.

Grande, as if he would rather be a dog hunter, returned to the taxi.

When the chief of police arrived, Joe Neggs and Hank Stasi were sitting across from the pool table, dividing the money into three piles. The third person stood by, watching closely. He is Jerry Lynch's lawyer. He greeted Grande.

"Good morning, Vince." He said lightly. "Come to shoot a little pool?"

Grande said: "If they don't pay the money, I will shoot them to death." He took out the gun, which seemed almost purposeful.

Neggs and Stacey didn’t try to get the guns. Stacey looked nervous, but Neggs continued to count the money without looking up.

"Is this your money, Vince?" Jerry Lynch asked.

"Whose money you **** is. Let us have it now."

The lawyer said: "I'm afraid I can't do it." "First, I don't want to. Thirty-three and three of them are mine, and second, you have no power."

"I'm the chief of police," Grande said stubbornly. "I don't want to bleed-"

Lynch said, "Don't flash your badge to me," Vince. After Negus finished calculating the money, the lawyer took a pile of it and put it in his pockets. "I said you have no power. Bank robbery is a federal crime. It is not that I admit that the robbery occurred. However, if you suspect a crime, you are responsible for finding the appropriate authorities. If you know where, the FBI will be notified. They are. It can be reached."

"Yes," Joe Neggs said. "Go and jump for yourself, Chief."

"Listen, you mean liar-"

"It's cheaper, Vince," Lynch said. "From my professional point of view, there is not even a liar. Mr. Negues advocates extraterritorial effectiveness."

That was the beginning of the superior crime wave.

Someone broke the plate glass window of George Tocher's grocery store and walked away from the blankets, half a dozen coats and some woolen underwear.

A fuel truck disappeared from the street outside the Dabini brothers and was found abandoned in the morning. About 900 gallons of water had been emptied, as if someone was filling his cellar and a few neighbors' wine.

The back door of the supermarket was forced, and someone took away all kinds of groceries. The missing cargo can only fill about one car.

Each of these crimes is understandable. Increasing food and fuel shortages and freezing temperatures have made some people desperate.

But there are other events. Someone smashed a window in the Jinbula jewelry store and snatched a medium-priced watch.

Six young saboteurs sneaked into the Catholic Church and began dumping statues of the saints. When they were surprised at Father Brian, they ran away and bombed him with prayer books. One of the books shattered a stained glass window, depicting bread and fish distributed by Christ.

Someone caught fire on the balcony of the cinema, almost causing panic.

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