The next morning, the New York policeman who was responsible for washing the floor came late and witnessed the traces left by the carnival last night with the New York citizens who were forced to get up early and walked out of the apartment carefully.

A female black man walked up the street tremblingly and was instantly frightened by the scenes on the street. She lived in the Bronx for six years and had never encountered a shooting as intense as last night.

The streets were covered with bullet shells, and two buses that were broken by machine guns were still stinking black smoke floating upwards. Even though the rain last night washed away a lot of content, she could still imagine how terrifying it was here last night.

Nearby residents went downstairs one after another. They were like people hesitating to the edge of the puddle and unable to take a foot. They were worried that stepping on the shell would stain their shoes and did not dare to move forward at all.

"Look at what the environment we live in here is! If you don't spare a little time for those lunatics to vent, it will become like this every day!"

A man suddenly heard the roar of a man, "Who wants to become like this every day? I would rather only have one day a year than be like this every day! The new founding father can save us, idiots who oppose the new rules, let them eat guns every day!"

"Yes! I don't want to live in this kind of life every day!"

"I support the new founding father organization, I don't want my children to face these damn guns every day..."

The man's roar seemed to ignite depression all night, and some residents who supported the new rules of the new founding father's organization also spoke out to vent their own negative emotions.

Last night, they listened to the fierce firefighting outside, grabbed the pistols in fear and hid in the cabinet, fearing that the thugs who fired the gun would break into their homes and put the muzzle of the automatic weapon into their anus.

They didn't dare to sleep all night, and even in the middle of the night when the gunshots disappeared, they didn't dare to sleep, for fear that they would never wake up again after falling asleep.

The crowd gradually became manic, and under the leadership of a few people, the slogans supporting the new rules of the new founding father were inexplicably shouted.

At this moment, a news car from CNN Cable Television News Network drove in at the intersection.

A male journalist with a small beard took the cameraman out of the car and shot it hard at the scrapped minibus.

Seeing the camera, few residents who reached a unified opinion gathered around and tried to make their own voices through the media.

"Silent! We will have a live broadcast later. We will only select two people to answer questions. Those who are confident in their ability to express themselves can sign up!" The host comforted the residents, feeling very happy, and encountered performance early in the morning.

The mass shootings in the Bronx in New York are enough to ignite the whole country. If there is a little more regular topic, the ratings will definitely continue to rise.

"I! Let me say it!" A man with a red baseball cap and a muscle-filled cheek that was red by anger raised his thick right arm, and relied on his body advantage to squeeze out the crowd around him, with a very excited expression on his face.

After seeing the man's appearance, the host decided decisively that it was him, "Okay! That's you!"

"And I..."

Soon after, a thin black woman was elected in the direction of women.

"very good!"

Red neck and minority female black women, coupled with high popularity topics of violence and shooting, it is difficult for CNN TV to have low ratings this time!

...

Citizens of New York City saw a full-blown report in the morning news.

Yesterday, a large-scale conflict between unknown armed gangs broke out in the Bronx, New York. The news intercepted many citizens' mobile phones and recorded them, which was very impactful.

The continuous flashes of lights and dense gunfire sounds in the dark streets and alleys, all of which are close to each other stimulate the nerves of New York citizens.

CNN News interviewed passers-by who had experienced the shooting last night, and a white man blushed and emotionally excited appeared on TV.

"Last night, there were hundreds of people shooting at my doorstep with fully automatic weapons. Every day when I walked on the street, I was worried about whether I would be killed suddenly, madman! I don't care what you think. You madman should be honest. If the police don't play any role, support the new rules of the new founding father's organization, leave a day for those madmen to shoot each other's fucking guns, trash!"

Immediately, the picture turned and the camera pointed at a black woman who was crying. Her voice choked and she vented her emotions towards the camera.

"My child was awakened by gunfire just after sleeping last night. I wanted to... comfort him, and he asked me 'Why...every day, hear, gun...' Sorry. Forgive me as a mother, I never thought that one day I would support that crazy new rules, but my reality tells me that if I don't let madmen have a fixed time to vent, they will treat every day as a killing day..."

Killing Day...

A very interesting combination of words, Day of Killing, what a suitable holiday name!

A man from a certain palace smiled slightly and took advantage of the east wind to speed up the progress of social experiments.

...

Citizens who were tortured by gunfire all night went out to march, speak out for their rights and interests, and acted in order to fight for their own interests.

During the day, they shouted slogans at the top of their lungs, just to make the official power more effective in responding.

At night, they dragged their tired bodies to their residences for the day of fighting, discussing tomorrow's parade location and parade projects.

But I didn't know that the streets that had just been cleaned up, 24 small buses drove in the night...

The high table messengers arrived at the battlefield again, and this time, their equipment was also upgraded.

They learned their lessons and stopped the car when they were still three kilometers away from the construction site.

The door of the minibus is opened, the armor is thickened, and the high table messenger wearing a night vision device walks out of the car.

Most of the weapons in the hands of the messengers of the high table were replaced with m4 carbines equipped with m320 grenade launchers.

There are also high table messengers holding other weapons, shotguns, multi-barrel grenade launchers, and general-purpose machine guns.

After getting off the car, they began to advance slowly in the street formation.

The soldiers of the special combat troops also made full preparations in the face of the high table messenger who was attacking again with heavy firepower.

Everyone has a machine gun. Anyway, they have good physical fitness and exoskeletons, so they can easily suppress even if the car machine gun is removed.

All firepower hands use multi-tube grenade launchers, and there are micro-missile launchers on the fixed firepower point, and there are drones in the sky. The air-to-ground fire support of the drone can directly blow the dogs of the high table into the sky.

Both sides were meeting with ********Tian Shiro stood on the rooftop of an apartment, behind them were students from the Hiraki Killer Academy. They were holding telescopes in their hands, and their movements were uniform, but they looked in different directions.

Some students were looking at the high table messenger, and some were looking at the construction site of the umbrella company.

There are sporadic lights on the construction site of the Umbrella Company, and the night enhancement algorithm in the combat helmet must also provide faint light to make the algorithm useful.

When the soldiers of the special combat troops deployed a one-person-high micro missile launch chamber under the light, Shiro Hirada's brain began to tremble. What do you want to use so many weapons to pose?

This is a residential area...
Chapter completed!