the next day.
The news that a dance hall in downtown Manhattan caught fire suddenly became a hot topic on the Internet.
Most of the newspapers in New York reported on the incident, and after reporters interviewed the parties involved, they revealed that there were many topical factors in the incident, including a mysterious man wearing a skull mask, a gunfight, revenge, and no bodies were found in the burning dance hall.
This not only increased the attention paid to the entire news, but also sparked a wave of speculation on the truth of the incident on the Internet.
Among them, some experts and well-known figures in society took advantage of this incident and the fire in a bar in downtown Manhattan that was published in a corner two days ago to criticize the direction of social security, and implicitly defined these two incidents as being caused by rampant gangs.
A tall building in midtown Manhattan.
In the spacious office, Wilson sat on a specially made large chair, looking calmly at the many messages and calls on the computer asking the government to thoroughly crack down on crime.
Below, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a high-end suit was slightly bent over, standing not far from the desk with a slightly tense look, waiting motionlessly for instructions.
Even though he was considered a high-ranking official in Jin Bing's vast empire, he still had a great fear of Jin Bing and did not dare to think of overstepping his authority by relying on his own importance to the group.
There had been people like this before, but now, they were all put into sacks and sunk to the bottom of the sea, and he didn't want to be one of those people.
Time just passes by every second.
It was not until the middle-aged man's forehead was covered with sweat and he was about to collapse in the next second that Jin Bing spoke.
"Peter, tell me what you think."
His voice was steady and powerful, and there was no expression of emotion on his face.
Peter heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this. After wiping the sweat off his head, he quickly explained, "Chairman, it's obvious that there are other forces behind this incident. However, I have asked the public relations department to take emergency action and contacted some congressmen who are on good terms with us, as well as senior officials in the police station to ensure that this wave will not spread and affect our business."
Jin Bing nodded without comment and continued to ask, "Have you found out who is the force that fueled the situation?"
After hearing this, Pete hesitated for a moment and said, "Although there is no evidence yet, all the clues currently point to the KKK. I guess it is very likely that the KKK's revenge was caused by Mr. Lester's (Bullseye's real name) actions last night."
"The KKK..." Kingpin muttered to himself. After thinking for a moment, he gave an order: "Mobilize our power to shut down all legitimate and illegitimate operations of the KKK. Also, have our people spread the KKK's dirty laundry online. When things get heated up, find some people to report the KKK's strongholds to the FBI by real name!"
If a mere outdated party dared to seek revenge after receiving his warning, then there was no need for it to exist.
The king's majesty cannot be trampled upon. Anyone who does not understand this will become one of the many skeletons beneath his throne.
"Yes, Chairman!"
Following the command, Pete bent down in respect and awe.
As a high-ranking member of the Jin Bing Empire, he knew very well what kind of energy this behemoth could unleash under Jin Bing's orders.
Although the Ku Klux Klan still has seven or eight thousand registered members so far, which makes it a behemoth, the outcome is already determined after Kingpin made up his mind to wipe it out.
"Any clues about the person who caused trouble on my turf?"
Looking at Pete who was bending over, Kingpin asked with some interest.
Judging from the information on the Internet and the reports he had read before about the burning of the Ku Klux Klan, this little guy who was causing trouble in his territory was very likely a superhuman.
A superpowered person, whether captured for experiments or subdued and used as a sharp knife in the dark, is an extremely valuable existence.
Even among his subordinates, there are no more than a handful of such people.
Compared with the huge value that this little guy can bring to him, he can be very generous and forgive the other party for the trouble he has caused.
Listening to Jin Bing's question, Pete, who had not taken it too seriously, broke out in a cold sweat.
"We haven't found any obvious clues yet, but I promise you that within three days at the latest, no, by tomorrow evening at the latest, I will definitely put the target's information in front of you."
Pete patted his chest and made assurances.
After looking at it, Kingpin said leisurely: "I hope we are the first to find him, you understand, Pete."
"As long as it's your will!" Pete nodded vigorously.
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A supermarket in lower Manhattan.
Colin, who was being cared for by countless people, was pushing a shopping cart and constantly picking up items and putting them into it.
After setting the fire in the nightclub last night, he walked on the street for a long time and thought about it for a long time. Finally, he gave up the idea of placing zombie potion in the city.
Having that video as a life-saving measure is enough.
Those who are afraid of this will naturally not take the great risk of attacking him before finding out the plague virus he has planted.
As for those who completely ignored these things, even if he really did do it, before he died, apart from being able to take a bunch of innocent people with him, it was unknown whether he could even hurt a hair of the real enemy.
As a young man educated by the great motherland in his previous life, he believed that he still had some bottom lines in his heart.
He also disdains to do the kind of behavior that would drag many innocent people down with him before he dies.
He reached out and took out a large bowl of noodles from the shelf and threw it into the shopping cart. He looked up at the time in the supermarket, stretched out his hand and clenched it. Suddenly, the mobile phone in his backpack appeared in his palm.
There were only thirty seconds left before the agreed cell phone activation time written in his letter. Although he thought that nothing important would happen in such a short time, even if Joseph called, it would probably be just to complain.
However, what has been agreed upon still needs to be done.
Gently playing with the phone in his hand, Colin looked up at the electronic clock in the supermarket and started counting.
Just a few seconds after twelve o'clock, the phone rang in my hand.
Colin looked at the caller ID and sighed.
He stretched out his hand and placed it at least half a meter away from his ear.
Sure enough, as soon as the phone was connected, a deafening roar was heard.
(End of this chapter)