Chapter 26 Assassins and News Influence

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

Two men and women in tight clothes slowly got out of an extended black luxury car. They respectfully welcomed Alan into the car and then sped away.

"Thank you for your help, Ms. Laura!"

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

"Lady Laura hopes that Lord Allen can behave himself recently. There seems to be some unstable factors in the East District."

"The Judge? That guy is a transcendent. He is indeed a bit tricky, but it is not an unsolvable problem."

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

"It seems like my luck is unexpectedly good this time!"

Looking at the streets passing by quickly outside, his eyes were deep and he muttered to himself.

Soon the vehicle drove to an abandoned church. Alan was the first to get out of the car. Looking at the seemingly empty church, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

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

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

The five of them bowed one by one, looking at Alan, all in silence.

"The primary target this time is that woman. After that, if possible, we should also deal with the Judge. That guy has been too jumpy lately."

"Yes!"

A neat response echoed in the empty church. Soon, five dark shadows rushed out of the door. The woman who got out of the car had a slight gleam in her eyes and followed closely behind them.

Alan came to the second floor of the church, staring at Gothic Temple outside which was plunged into darkness. Flames burned in his eyes. He wanted to control the entire East District, and all obstacles that stood in his way would be eliminated by him.

……

"The judge has killed people again. It seems that some criminals who like to kidnap women and children have been killed."

"I like this kind of terrifying atmosphere. It must scare the criminals so that they dare not disrupt order at will."

On the busy streets, people were talking to each other in groups of three or four, with excitement on their faces, because today the Gotham East District Daily News reported that the Judge had attacked again, with 34 deaths, which instantly made headlines.

Even outshined Batman in the East End news panel!

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

Listening to people's discussions around him, his expression remained unchanged and he quickly arrived at the police station.

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

"Ah."

With a slightly gloomy look on his face, George slowly approached the room where rock music was resounding early in the morning.

"Sheriff!"

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

He walked slowly to George and gently patted his shoulder.

"George, the higher-ups have officially issued an order that the Central Police Department will be responsible for the Allen Group's affairs this time. You should stop causing trouble for Allen. Do you understand?"

"Ok!"

"Okay, you go out."

Looking at George's expressionless face, Leon seemed helpless. George walked out of the room and returned to his seat. Looking at the details he had discovered in the past few days recorded on the computer, he selected them all and threw them into the Recycle Bin, and then emptied the Recycle Bin!
"Hey! Detective George, what are you doing?"

The black police officer at 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 dig out was now thrown into the recycling bin?

With a smile on his face, George tried to maintain a calm tone and said, "Maybe... the East District needs a judge?"

boom!
The bullet instantly pierced through the computer. George grabbed the police officer next to him and hid under the table.

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

Bang bang bang!
"Fuck Fuck!"

Unable to hold back a loud curse, the next moment, George pulled out his pistol and, with the cover of the table, carefully spied on a group of people wearing various masks who were slowly walking outside.

"These guys!"

The submachine gun spewed out dazzling flames, and bullets swept the table continuously. All the surviving police officers hid behind their desks, accompanied by a dull bombardment.

The door of the office was suddenly blasted open by a rocket, and thick flames gushed out of the office.

Looking at the people wearing masks of various colors walking quickly through the police station door and lying on the ground, George quickly leaned forward and fired.

While shooting, he organized a counterattack. Under his leadership, the remaining police officers reacted one after another and a gunfight between the two sides was about to break out.

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

"They are from the Mask Society!"

A police officer seemed to recognize these sudden and aggressive bandits and shouted in panic.

"Aren't the Masked Society the target of Batman's recent attack? Why did they come to our East District?"

A police officer who had no experience with last night's case shouted in frustration. He was inexperienced and had never seen such a situation before.

George said nothing, listening to the continuous gunshots. He was looking for some kind of gap. Bullets pierced through his side. He instantly leaned forward and shot, instantly knocking down a man wearing a cat-face mask with one shot.

Even if there were casualties among these criminals,

But they seemed fearless and continued to attack the police station. From time to time, a police officer fell in a pool of blood.

George was somewhat fortunate that these people seemed to have only brought one rocket. Looking at the office with the door blown through and thick smoke billowing out, he did not feel a trace of sadness in his heart.

"Who gave you the courage to provoke our Mask Society?"

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

The next moment, he leaned forward and fired a burst of shots very cleanly and neatly. The arc of the bullet instantly shot straight towards the man in the golden monkey mask.

However, under his gaze, the man in the golden monkey mask jumped instantly, more than three meters high, and quickly jumped to the shelter nearby, while also avoiding the bullet that was about to hit him.

"Fuck, it's a super criminal!"

The black police officer next to him looked terrified. At this moment, he suddenly found a landline phone next to him, picked it up in front of 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 detective looked at each other.

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

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