Meiman: Weaving myths, starting from urban legends

Early morning.

New York City’s Police Chief George. Stacy, woke up early in the morning by the call from the police station, his expression suddenly changed drastically.

“I’ll be on the scene right away.” George. Stacy didn’t have time to appease his wife, who was woken up together, so she put on her uniform and drove to Hell’s Kitchen.

At this time.

A police cordon outside a factory building has been erected, surrounding the lair of the “St. Peter” gang, and dozens of police officers are constantly coming in and out of the work.

The journalists who rushed to hear the news.

Constantly taking crazy pictures of the corpses carried out by the forensic doctors.

“Chief, there are at least fifty or sixty people who died here, it is a crazy massacre.” The police officer in charge of the area stepped forward to explain the situation to Chief George.

“It was terrifying.”

This policeman, who has been a police officer for more than ten years and has been in charge of cases near Hell’s Kitchen for many years, is obviously frightened by the situation of corpses everywhere in the factory.

“Slaughter? Oh, this is also cleaning up garbage. “Chief George is no stranger to the St. Peter’s gang, and he knows exactly what the members of this gang are.

“Maybe we can characterize it as a gangster fight?” The police officer in the precinct gave a suggestion of common sense, and he believes that no one will care if this conclusion is correct.

Gangs in Hell’s Kitchen.

No public figure will speak up for them.

“There are no two words, such a death situation, but it doesn’t look like the result of a gangster fight.” Chief George inspected several bodies that had been carried out in succession.

No gunshot wounds.

It’s all injuries caused by blunt objects.

Many of them have their mouths torn to the root behind their ears.

“Although I, like you, I wish these scraps would die sooner, but we must not be perfunctory in this matter.” Director George glanced at the numerous media reporters.

He wondered why there were so many media reporters in one go, knowing that he was not slow to get to the scene, but these reporters were obviously one step faster than him.

“Is it because of the media?”

The police officer in the precinct was slightly stunned.

“No, it’s for the people of New York.”

Chief George looked at the corpses that were carried out one after another, his expression was very solemn, “This is not a gangster fight, the murderer we are looking for may be a group of perverted murderers who use torture and killing for fun.” ”

It has to be said.

From the point of view of ordinary people.

Director George: This is already a very bold guess.

“There are many bullet holes at the scene, it should be that there was a firefight, compare the information of the corpse, and see if you can find some people who do not belong to the “St. Peter” gang among the corpses.” Chief George sorted out the train of thought of Richard’s case, and then, as if thinking of something, he looked at the police officer in charge of the block again.

“There is a survivor supposedly?”

This is what Officer George learned on the road through the intercom channel.

“The boss of St. Peter’s gang, Peter. Watson, he seems to be a little deranged, and what he says is nonsense that even those journalists and media think are incomprehensible. ”

The block police officer answered the question with a somewhat strange expression.

“I have to talk to him, don’t let the reporters get close to him, those reporters will not pursue the truth, if there is any mess in public opinion, it is not good.”

Finish speaking.

Chief George intends to cross the cordon and enter the blocked crime scene. At this moment, the sound of a whistle suddenly coming from a distance interrupted his movements.

“Phew!”

“Phew!”

Five or six black Chevrolets, followed by an eye-catching jeep wrapped in yellow clothing, drove into the scene from the distant road. The roofs of these cars not only shine with conspicuous warning lights, but also have prominent FBI signs on the doors.

“Are the FBIs all alarmed?”

Chief George whispered a little surprised, and he and the police officer in charge of the precinct looked at each other, both seeing the doubt and puzzlement in each other’s eyes.

It is not to doubt the appearance of FBI agents, but to doubt the speed of FBI agents, under normal circumstances, FBI agents will pinch the time and wait for the police to finish the dirty work before appearing.

Before Director George could marvel at the FBI’s diligence, dozens of people in black suits quickly got out of the car as several cars stopped steadily outside the cordon.

“This is it, right?”

The last person to get out of the car was the driver of the jeep, although he was also wearing a standardized black suit, but the eye-catching appearance was difficult not to distinguish it from other black suits.

Even Director George, who has a beautiful daughter, has to marvel at the handsome appearance of the other party, and perhaps even his beautiful daughter standing next to him must be eclipsed.

There is this capital.

Not to Hollywood.

Actually became an FBI agent?

Director George, while a little shocked, seemed to understand why today’s FBI is so diligent, and the young man who took the lead is obviously a young man with aspirations to pursue the dream of “justice”.

Definitely aspiring youth.

Otherwise.

With such a handsome look, who would let a big star run away to be an FBI agent. Just as Chief George was guessing in his heart, the young man had already led the team to him.

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