American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

Explosive news about billionaire Stark and Stark Industries.

Finally, it was pushed off the front page by more sensational reports.

Temporarily stopped.

An explosive news about the kidnapping of eleven children by the New York gang.

It swept the country through newspapers, media, television and online media.

Shocked countless people.

Those daily news of murder, robbery, murder, drug trafficking and gang fights.

It is not enough to touch the numb nerves of most grassroots people.

However, children are one of their few bottom lines.

After all, children are the future and hope of countless people.

In a short time, the phones of the New York Police Department and various district police stations were blown up by angry people.

Even after a morning of fermentation and brewing.

Even the central nervous system of the entire country: the White House.

had to come forward as soon as possible and hold a press conference.

Trying to appease the large number of grassroots people who took to the streets to protest.

One o'clock in the afternoon.

Countless men, women, young and old, with their families, shouting protest slogans, braved the gradually decreasing rain.

Like wandering brainless zombies, they completely surrounded the police headquarters on Parkloe Street.

The angry and fast-moving demonstrators.

They even did not spare the City Hall across the street.

They surrounded them all in one go.

No one was allowed to enter or leave.

At the same time, inside the police headquarters, in the chief's office.

The white mayor with fluffy brown hair was furious.

He danced and roared in anger.

The sound was so loud that even the police passing by in the corridor outside the door could hear it clearly.

"I allocate so much budget to you every year despite the strong opposition from other departments... and as the police chief, is this how you repay my kindness in the end?"

"John! Eight billion! Your police budget is eight billion every year! And it's rising every year!"

The mayor of New York, who used to be well-dressed in a suit, now blushed.

Like a redneck from rural Kansas, spit flew from the corners of his mouth.

"Hear it! It's the White House! Even the White House called me! Mr. President asked me what happened in New York!"

"I didn't know... I don't know anything at all!"

"It was Mr. President who told me personally that the gangs in New York City have grown so big that they kidnap children everywhere!"

"John! What the hell have you done all these years? What achievements have you made as the Commissioner of the New York Police Department? Are you sleepwalking at work?"

"The most important thing is... my re-election as mayor next year is completely ruined! Ruined! Do you understand?"

At this moment, the angry mayor of New York trembled all over.

The inexhaustible anger was like the tide of the Hudson River.

Almost wave after wave, it surged towards the ugly black chief.

The black chief, who couldn't get a word in, could only stand alone behind his desk and let the other party scold him crazily.

"Ah, I'm so tired..."

Finally, the mayor of New York, who seemed to be exhausted, stopped roaring.

He reached out and tugged at his expensive luxury tie.

Staring with a pair of bloodshot eyes, he said indifferently:

"Now, I can listen to your explanation... But, John, please be as brief as possible... A large number of people outside are still waiting for me to come out and appease them."

The expressionless black chief was silent for a moment, and suddenly said:

"I have nothing to defend myself. Such a bad child kidnapping case has occurred in New York City. It must be the main responsibility of the New York police and me as the police chief. I can't shirk it at all..."

"However, I want to reiterate some points..."

"The expansion of gangs and the increase in crime index are not problems that can be solved by the police working hard... This may be an economic problem, or perhaps a racial and cultural problem, or even an institutional problem worthy of discussion by the White House..."

The black chief changed his tone.

"But this is not a simple multiple-choice question like the police catching thieves!"

"John! Fuck you..."

The mayor of New York, whose face suddenly turned red, cursed subconsciously.

But then, the mayor of New York with fluffy brown hair.

As if he had regained his arrogant mentality of planning and strategizing.

He looked cold and said indifferently:

"For the sake of our years of working together... John, prepare your resignation letter! I will give you a decent pension and superficial respect... John, you really disappoint me!"

As soon as the words fell, the indifferent mayor of New York turned around.

He left the office without looking back.

At the same time, the black chief who had been expressionless suddenly reached out to support the table.

He slowly sat back in the chair that still belonged to him temporarily.

He fell into silence.

As the chief of the New York Police Department.

Black John knows a lot of things, even more than the mayor of New York.

He knows why humans kill and rob.

He also understands why humans murder and sell drugs.

He even accidentally discovered that the kidnapping of children by gangs in New York has never been a big news that shocked the whole country.

Kidnapping children is just a mature, stable industry chain belonging to criminals.

Even if it is just one link, the profit that can be obtained is very considerable.

Policeman John tried to solve similar problems from a legal perspective.

But it wasn't until Cop John became the Chief of Police.

The entire industrial chain has never disappeared, but has become more prosperous.

Every year, hundreds of children go missing in New York City alone.

If we count the whole country and even the entire America, it would be an astronomical number...

Thinking of this, the black director suddenly closed his eyes in pain.

There was nothing he could do about it.

Dong dong dong——

At this moment, a knock on the door interrupted the black director's depressed mood.

He took a deep breath and said:

"come in."

A moment later, a middle-aged policeman hurriedly pushed open the door and entered.

There is a thick stack of case reports under his arm.

"Director, the basic information on the murder case and child abduction case has been initially completed."

The middle-aged policeman stepped forward and spread the case report in front of the black chief.

"How are the kids?"

The black director looked at the case report and asked casually.

"Uh... they are in pretty good condition. None of them were injured. They should be eating chocolate cake at the moment, right?"

The middle-aged policeman forced a smile and said:

"However, because the children are needed to provide testimony to help fix the various evidences in the murder and kidnapping cases, the FBI has prohibited their parents from leaving with the children..."

"Go tell the FBI to get out of here!"

The black director frowned and glanced down at the case report.

"As long as there is no order from above, the investigation power of several cases can only belong to the New York Police Department!"

Before he finished speaking, the black director suddenly dropped the heavy case report, raised his head and asked:

"Uncle Red Turban? Man with Green Face? Brother Chocolate Cake? Is this the testimony provided by the children?"

"Where's your age? What's your appearance? What's your race? You've been busy for a long time, haven't you even investigated the basic situation?"

"Investigated! And there are detailed explanations in the report!"

The middle-aged policeman hurriedly leaned forward, flipped through the report a few times, pointed to one page and explained:

"Through a brief exchange with the children and an on-site investigation by forensic experts, the psychological experts synthesized several characteristics that fit the suspect's image."

"Age between 20 and 40 years old, white or yellow, with a military training background, mercenary or retired soldier, good at cold weapon combat, and possessing a strong sense of counter-reconnaissance. There are basically no traces left at the scene. Any useful clues..."

"Hiss... Frank Custer?"

The black director suddenly opened his eyes wide and took a breath of air.

"He is back?"

"Well, maybe it's not him..."

The middle-aged policeman smiled bitterly in sympathy.

"According to information disclosed by the FBI, Frank has been operating at the border recently and has exchanged fire with many Mexican gangs. It is said that the fighting there is quite tragic..."

"What about...the 'Short-Horned Demon' from Hell's Kitchen?"

The black director made a guess again, but then shook his head and rejected it.

"The 'Short-Horned Demon' usually only operates in Hell's Kitchen, and his methods of doing things are not that cruel. The most important thing is that he doesn't kill people!"

In an instant, the black chief and the middle-aged policeman suddenly looked at each other in tacit understanding.

However, the looks in each other's eyes were filled with shock!

"Perhaps, there is a new one in our New York City..."

"A ruthless character!"