As Harris' threatening video was released on television, serious chaos occurred in New York and Gotham, the two so-called financial twin cities. But amid the chaos, there are also big differences between the two cities.
New York was caused by massive traffic jams as a large number of citizens rushed to flee the city in terror. In addition to traffic jams in Gotham, countless masked people flooded the streets, smashing, looting, and taking advantage of the situation. Gotham City was already enveloped in flames and thick smoke before it was hit by missiles.
Karma Taj in the Himalayas. Bruce, dressed in monk costume, watched the news on the TV and murmured: "It looks like I should return to Gotham."
The Astoria Waldorf Astoria Hotel, located in the center of Manhattan, is as old as its name and has a century-old history. It is one of the top luxury hotels in New York City.
Although citizens throughout the city are trying to escape the city, top hotels like Waldorf are still open for business. Of course, on a day like this, don’t even expect to have customers…
The hotel lobby manager was thinking this when suddenly a group of black men wearing sunglasses, suits and ties poured in. The leader showed his ID in front of the lobby manager and said coldly: "Open a top-notch presidential suite and keep the account with the New York City Government."
The lobby manager's eyes lit up, he nodded quickly, and personally attended to these uninvited guests. He is well-informed and can tell at a glance that this is a public job and there is definitely no shortage of money.
Soon the presidential suite was opened, and an old man with hair and beard like Tarzan was sent into the suite under the surveillance of four tall agents. James, who was standing in the living room, stepped forward, looked at the old man carefully, and then nodded and said, "Mr. Mason, it seems that you are in good health."
Mason grinned and raised his hand covered with a towel: "Can you untie this thing?"
James sneered: "Are you kidding, Mr. Mason?"
Mason shrugged: "There are many of you watching, not to mention this is the 88th floor. Are you still worried that I will run away?"
"Afraid." James said simply, "You can even escape from Alcatraz, which is said to be a place where birds can't fly, and a hotel like this can't stop you."
"Okay, you cautious guy." Mason curled his lips, "Then I will take a shower, get a haircut, shave, and then have a delicious meal. Dear Mr. James, an old man can always take a shower. Can you take off the handcuffs? Of course, unless you are willing to give me a bath."
James didn't speak. He looked at his men, who had just been responsible for searching the entire room, and nodded slightly. Then James sighed and said, "Okay, but only when taking a shower."
"Oh, by the way, I still have to poop..."
Amid Mason's yelling, he was dragged away by the agents.
James pinched his eyebrows helplessly. Although he moved very quickly, nearly ten hours had passed since Harris' threat. The sun had just set outside, night had enveloped the earth, and the lanterns were starting to turn on. Looking at the night outside the window, he felt equally uncomfortable.
Fortunately, Sherren didn't let him off the hook.
After James flew from Washington to New York, Sherron personally greeted him at the airport. The two communicated on the way. Sherron said that he was ready. As long as the orders were given from above, he would be 100% sure to eliminate Alcatraz. on all terrorists.
This gave James a little confidence, and he also felt a little resentful towards President Benjamin.
It seems that the new president is biased against people with special abilities. There are obviously safer, safer and more convenient methods, but he has to use stupid methods full of risks. What's more, Xie Lun is his nephew, so Benjamin doubting Xie Lun is actually doubting himself.
James was now full of suspicion and vigilance about Benjamin's previous conversation with him in the study.
Don't forget, Xie Lun saved him, but he was still so suspicious. If this is the case, will he be as relieved as he said he is, the acting minister of the country who is not his direct lineage
A subordinate came over and whispered: "Minister, the barber is here, but he has some objections to our arrangements."
"Does he have an opinion? What opinion? Have you carefully checked this guy's identity? Come on, I'll go take a look."
James signaled his men to keep an eye on the bathroom and walked to the elevator.
At this time, in the luxurious bathroom inside, Mason was humming a little tune while turning the shower water to the maximum. After covering up his voice, he quietly picked up the landline in the bathroom: "Reception? This is room 8808. I booked it." A most luxurious set meal for 48 people, yes, it will be delivered now... Don’t forget, there is also good wine.”
In the elevator, a short man wearing a black vest was arguing with James: "What? You can't use scissors? Damn it, you know who I am, right? I'm the most famous hairdresser in New York City. , I don’t know how many Hollywood stars have approached me, but you told me not to use scissors!”
James said angrily: "That's right, not just scissors, but any sharp or pointed objects are not allowed. Besides, I'm just asking you to get a haircut, so why are you talking so much nonsense?"
"I'm not a hairdresser, I'm a hairdresser..."
"Anyway, it's the same as mine. If it weren't for time constraints, most barbershops are closed, so I wouldn't look for you."
"You are insulting me. I won't do it anymore. I..."
Looking at the black gun muzzle in front of him and a check with a series of numbers written on it, the self-proclaimed "hairdresser"'s expression changed instantly: "Actually, a real hairdresser should use whatever tools he wants. It’s important to be able to meet the customer’s needs, even if you only use an electric hairdresser.”
When James came back with the barber, he found a lot of delicious food in the room, and his subordinates were gathering around the food to gobble it up.
"What's going on with all this food?"
James asked with a frown.
One of the subordinates shrugged: "It was decided by us."
James thought for a while, and it was all reimbursed from public funds anyway. Besides, the brothers were tired after working with him for such a day, and it was time to take a rest. He didn't say anything more, but just reminded: "No drinking, everyone is alert." point."
Mason also finished washing up, put on a new suit, and walked out of the bathroom unsteadily. At his request, James took him to the balcony where the barber gave him a haircut and shave.
"Oh, sir, please don't blame me for talking too much. It's just that I feel that your hairstyle and beard match your temperament very well. It would be a pity to cut them off completely."
After the barber saw Mason, he fell ill again.
Mason shrugged: "If it weren't for special circumstances, I would be willing to keep it."
"Understood, understood," the barber tied a white cloth around Mason's neck, "then what are your requirements for your new hairstyle?"
Mason looked at the mirror placed on the table and sighed: "Solemn, after all, the next step is a more serious occasion."