Chapter 95: Gunfire in New York City
Hell's Kitchen, New York City

Because the "uncrowned king" who was responsible for commanding and controlling many underground gangs in New York City, Kingpin Wilson Fisk, is missing or his life or death is unknown.

and the 24-hour ultimatum warning issued by Megatron after it invaded the global public information network.

All of the above, no matter which one it is, will have a huge impact on the entire Hell's Kitchen and even the entire New York City.

Without the restraint of Kingpin, the underground gangs in New York City began to stir.
After all, there is no leader, the person who divided the cake is no longer there, and no one is willing to submit to anyone else.

Faced with such a juicy and delicious "big cake" right before our eyes, and the huge benefits behind it, I believe no normal person would not be tempted.

What's more, people like them already have great ambitions, but due to the huge power of the original "King Bing" and his connections,

That's why they can only put away those inappropriate thoughts and lie dormant quietly, but this does not mean that they have lost their ambition to be competitive.

Most importantly, New York City is about to become the first victim of the suspected alien invasion of the Earth, coupled with the blockade of the entire territory.

The entire New York City seemed to have become a country within a country, a second Vatican, and gradually became a lawless place.

The original rules and order were broken, and naturally the first batch of "pioneers" were needed.
They began to gradually test the "bottom line" of New York City, organizing riots one after another, and public safety incidents continued to occur...

As a result, all the dirty things that were supposed to be hidden in the shadows in the streets and alleys of New York began to gradually emerge under the sun.
Matt Murdock, the Daredevil who has never left New York, is also suffering from the constant travel.

He even nearly died several times in the traps set by those new and old grudges who had been dissatisfied with him for a long time.

New York City has become a playground for riots, like a powder keg that could catch fire at any moment.
But it is irrational to be the "scapegoat" for this blockade.
At the request of the federal government, New York City Mayor John Kennedy began preparing to give a soothing speech in Times Square.

"Those damn fools want to kill me!"

"Are you guys going to push me into the fire?"

"Fuck Fuck!"

In the City Hall office, John Kennedy was like an angry lion, madly throwing everything he could see in the office all over the room.

The secretary beside him was trembling and hiding under the table in fear.

"Mr. John Kendy, I'm sorry, this is not a request, it's an order."

"You have no right to refuse. Think about your wife and children."

"Besides, we will send the most elite and strictly trained bodyguards to protect your personal safety, so you don't need to worry about anything. It's just a speech."

Faced with such threats and inducements, John Kennedy remained silent. After thinking for a long time, he spoke in a deep voice,
"it is good."

After receiving a positive response, arrangements for the speech began.
However, due to various reasons, many people who were supposed to be responsible for setting up and arranging the speech venue did not show up for work, so everything had to be arranged in a simple manner.

Times Square, New York City

New York City Mayor John Kent, dressed in a suit and tie, slowly got out of the strictly modified bulletproof Cadillac. As for why he did not take his favorite convertible sports car, it was naturally because he was worried about his own safety and had no choice but to give it up.

Walking up to the podium, John Kennedy smiled, cleared his throat, and adjusted the microphone in front of him.

Facing the huge crowd below, beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

At the same time, he signaled with his eyes to the secretary standing nearby, asking the bodyguards surrounding the presentation platform to be alert.

"Dear citizens, I am Mayor John Kendy, and I am glad that you can come to participate in this lecture."

Before John Kennedy could get his temper right, a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, but just loud enough for everyone present to hear, rang out from the crowd.
"What do you mean? Are you going to leave us to our own devices?"

"We want freedom! Not to be locked up in this "cage" like animals!"

These words, like a drop of water dropped into a boiling oil pan, instantly filled the crowd with indignation and excitement.
They raised their fists, raised them high, and shouted loudly. The sound waves continued, and the excited crowd gradually approached the preaching platform.

John Kennedy looked at the people gradually gathering around him, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

But seeing the tall and strong bodyguards standing around him in full armor, he felt relieved.

Even if these stupid people rush over all at once, with these elite bodyguards accompanying me, there won't be any big problems...

"boom--"

Deafening gunshots rang out on the preaching platform.
John Kendi, who was trying to maintain a smile on his face, suddenly had a bloody hole on his forehead, with blood splattering.
The entire venue fell into silence. Some people in the crowd were gloating, while others looked surprised and suspicious...

The bodyguards standing by were also dumbfounded. The target person they carefully protected was shot in the head so easily. Their minds were blown.
He would probably die on the spot.

But all this is far from over. When everyone fell into a brief silence, a thin figure rushed out from the crowd.
He was holding a short-barreled double-barreled shotgun. Due to his short stature, he lowered his head slightly and walked quickly through the fence.
The bodyguards were about to rush forward, but they found that the man quickly raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed it at John Kennedy, who seemed to be still breathing and lying on the ground with his eyes open.

"Bang bang—"

The blinding fire was accompanied by smoke, and iron sand mixed with lead bullets spurted out from the barrel of the gun.

John Kennedy, who was still able to breathe, was so overjoyed that several bloody holes of varying sizes appeared on his chest.

"For the new world! For freedom!"

The man wearing a mask raised the gun in his hand above his head and shouted loudly,

Even though he was pinned to the ground by a group of bodyguards, he still insisted on expressing his ideas.

Perhaps it was some kind of accident or inevitability, the entire process of the publicity activity was recorded into a video and quickly spread on the Internet.

The impact of the gunfire in New York City is far beyond people's imagination, and undercurrents are surging.
At first, those who were still in power in the White Palace didn't care, until...

(End of this chapter)