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Escorted by the sergeant of the East District Police Station, Allen walked out of the police station with a smile on his face.

A stretched black luxury car slowly got out of the car, and two men and women in smart clothes stepped out, respectfully greeted Allen into the car, and then sped off.

"Thank you, Laura, for your help!"

Allen, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at the man driving the vehicle.

"Ms. Laura hopes that Sir Allen can be more peaceful recently. There seems to be some unsettling factor in the East District."

"Judge? That guy is an extraordinary person. It is indeed a bit difficult, but it is not an unsolvable problem."

Allen smiled slightly and looked at the expressionless woman next to him. He could clearly feel a chill emanating from his body, and his hair stood on end. It was the suppression of ordinary people by extraordinary beings.

"Looks like I got unexpectedly good luck this time!"

Looking at the speeding streets outside, he had deep eyes and murmured to himself.

Soon the vehicle drove to an abandoned church. Allen got out of the car first and looked at the seemingly empty church, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Suddenly, black shadows jumped down from the beams of the church, and their feet hit the ground without making a sound.

After a while, five men and women dressed in black came to Allen.

The five people bent down and bowed one by one, looking at Allen, and they were all silent.

"The primary target this time is that woman. After we deal with it, if possible, deal with the judge as well. That guy has been too out of touch lately."

"yes!"

Neat cheers echoed throughout the empty church. After a while, five black figures rushed out of the door. The woman who got out of the car followed closely behind them with her eyes flashing slightly.

Allen came to the second floor of the church, looking directly at the dark Gotham outside. His eyes were blazing with fire. He wanted to control the entire East District, and all the stumbling blocks that stood in his way would be erased by him.

…

"The judge killed someone again. It seems that some criminals who like to kidnap women and children were killed."

"I like this kind of scary atmosphere. It must make the criminals feel scared so that they don't dare to disrupt order at will."

On the streets where people were coming and going, people were talking to each other in twos and threes, with excitement on their faces. Just because today Gotham East Daily reported that the Inquisitor attacked again, with a record of 34 deaths, which instantly made the headlines.

Even surpassed Batman in the East End news panel!

The door of a bakery opened instantly. George held a piece of caterpillar bread in one hand and a Coke in the other, walking hurriedly.

Listening to the people's comments in his ears, his expression did not change and he quickly arrived at the police station.

"Detective George, the officer asked you to go to the office!"

"Um."

With a slightly gloomy expression, George slowly approached the room where rock music was blaring early in the morning.

"Sheriff!"

Turning down the volume of the stereo, the obese middle-aged man stood up with a smile on his face.

He slowly walked up to George and gently patted his shoulder with his hand.

"George, now that the higher-ups have officially issued an order, the Central Police Station will be responsible for the Allen Group's affairs this time. You should not cause any more trouble for Allen. Do you understand?"

"Um!"

"Okay, get out."

Looking at the expressionless George, Leon seemed helpless.

After George walked out of the room, he returned to his seat and sat down. He looked at some of the details he had discovered in the past few days recorded on the computer. He selected all of them and threw them into the recycle bin, and then emptied the recycle bin!

"Ouch! Detective George, what are you doing?"

The black police officer on the side looked at George in surprise. He couldn't understand what George was doing at the moment. The information he had worked so hard to unearth was now being pulled into the recycling bin?

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and George tried hard to maintain a calm tone: "Maybe... the East District needs a judge?"

boom!

The bullet penetrated the computer instantly. George grabbed the police officer beside him and hid under the table in an instant.

The next moment, countless bullets were fired into the police station from the street outside the window. One police officer after another was shot and fell into a pool of blood.

Bang bang bang!

"Fuck Fuck!"

Unable to hold back a curse, George drew out his pistol the next moment, using the cover of the table to carefully spy on a group of people wearing various masks walking slowly outside.

"These guys!"

The submachine gun spurted out dazzling tongues of flame, and bullets streaked across the table. All the surviving police officers hid behind their desks, followed by a dull bombardment.

The door to the office was suddenly blasted open by a rocket, and thick flames spurted out from the office.

Looking at the people wearing various masks who quickly stepped past the police station door that fell to the ground, George quickly put his head in and shot.

While firing, he organized a counterattack. Under his leadership, the remaining police officers responded one after another, and a gun battle between the two sides was imminent.

At this moment, on the street outside the police station, all the people were running around in panic, and no one dared to approach this place.

"They are members of the Mask Club!"

A police officer seemed to recognize these suddenly menacing gangsters and shouted with fear on his face.

"The Mask Club and the others are not the targets of Batman's recent attack. How come they came to our East District?"

A police officer who had not been involved in the case last night yelled in a broken voice. He, who had little experience, had never experienced such a battle.

George remained silent, listening to the continuous gunshots. He was looking for some kind of gap. Bullets pierced through his side. He shot instantly, and one shot instantly knocked down a man wearing a cat-face mask. .

Even if there are casualties in the ranks of these criminals,

However, they seemed to be unafraid of death and still attacked the police station. From time to time, a police officer fell in a pool of blood.

What made George somewhat fortunate was that these people seemed to have only carried one rocket. Looking at the office that was blasted through the door and filled with thick smoke, he felt no sadness in his heart.

"Who gave you the courage to provoke our Mask Club!"

A man wearing a golden monkey mask jumped out of the crowd and shouted sternly. His words resounded amidst the roar of bullets, making George's heart tremble slightly.

The next moment, he put his head in and shot an extremely clean shot. The arc of the bullet shot straight towards the man in the golden monkey mask.

However, under his gaze, the man in the golden monkey mask jumped instantly, reaching a height of more than three meters, quickly jumping to the bunker aside, and at the same time dodged the bullet that was about to hit.

"Fake is a super criminal!"

The black police officer on the side looked horrified. At this moment, he suddenly found the landline phone beside him, took it to him in a panic, and started dialing the emergency number.

However, the next moment, his body froze, and he suddenly realized that he was calling himself...

As the police officers screamed one after another, George, the black police officer and the elderly police detective looked at each other.

The sound of breaking glass was accompanied by strange laughter. Except for George, the other two people looked desperate.

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