I am the only one who practices magic: I practice magic in the city

Chapter 330 Sandpiper and Shrew (5017)

Whether it is the UN, New York State, or New York City, whether it is the UN security forces or the New York National Guard, they have not rushed in to rob and arrest people. There are many reasons, and each party has different reasons, but there are also similarities.

The similarity is that now the matter has become a big deal, with more than 70 children in the square. If there are accidental injuries or the other party takes the children as hostages, we will be in a very passive position.

Therefore, there is no way to use force, let alone snipers.

No one can shoulder this responsibility in front of the whole world.

The difference is that the decision-making body of the UN is not just one party.

Each party has its own thoughts and it is impossible to reach a consensus, especially on this matter. (This paragraph has been modified)
Samantha Power, now the top representative of Miami at the UN, has followed Obama since 18 years ago when Obama was still a teacher. She will naturally support Obama's decision without any doubt.

As for the National Guard, also because the UN is too sensitive, as long as the ASF does not go on a killing spree or actively launch an attack in the UN and Cuomo does not lose his mind, it is impossible to authorize the National Guard and the NYPD to actually use force.

"It was Zeko, Zeko Imanuel, he forced me to do it, I was just the executor, spare me..."

Even though he had become a human stick, Jim Maher still had not lost his instinct to survive.

“As for these children…hahahaha…” Jim Maher felt his life slipping away quickly, “Save, save me…”

The mysterious photographer took out a small opaque bottle and poured the contents into Jim Maher's mouth. Just a few seconds later, Jim Maher felt much better.

"They, they are Ali Emmanuel's channel. I have only seen him twice. The rest of the time, a woman named Mara sent them to the island..."

"...I have only met Ram Immanuel once, two years ago, at Zeko's home...But I am sure that he knows the whole story. When I went to give him an injection of hemoglobin, he shook my hand and said: Doctor, you are one of 'us', and 'we' will not mistreat any of our own who have made sacrifices..."

"...I really don't know where they found these from...most of them are Dongyu and Zhongya...the proportion of Hittites has also increased in the past two years, and there are occasionally whites and Latins."

"...No, no, it's because they think the people from Nege and Barat are too dirty and their goods are hard to sell, so there are no children from these places..."

"...Yes, yes, the little girl named Isa is also in there..."

……

Seeing the well-dressed doctor on the screen turned into a human stick, most of the audience felt pity for him. But before this pity lasted for a minute, everyone was shocked by the children tied to the operating table and the wall.

Hearing that he had confessed the truth before being pressed, most people couldn't help but cover their mouths.

And when Jim Maher said the little girl's name, Isa, there was an exclamation.

"OMG!"

"is this real?"

"Poor Issa~"

"Demon! This is a demon! Kill this demon!"

Issa was a little girl who disappeared in New York a year ago. Since her parents were members of the Upper East Side's upper class, her disappearance caused a great sensation.

At that time, Isha's parents pleaded in the media that whoever found their daughter would be given a large sum of money and would never be held accountable.

Since Isa's parents provided a lot of videos and photos of Isa's daily life, the public was quickly attracted by this beautiful, cute and well-behaved little girl, and this incident attracted a lot of attention on social media.

After Isa disappeared, many different witnesses said they had seen Isa at different times and places, but the information was contradictory, which made the incident even more mysterious.

But no matter what, the New York police searched for more than a month and found no trace of Isa. Finally, as time went by, the heat of the incident gradually subsided, and Isa's parents had to let the case go.

But only a year later, the public no longer remembered to mention this matter, but they did not forget it.

The moment Issa Brandon's name came out of Jim Maher's mouth, it instantly ignited the anger of New York citizens.

It turns out that even the daughter of the Brandon family was used as "raw material" by these demons!
"Kill him!"

"demon!"

"Kill him!"

Most people have a certain degree of admiration for the strong. When seeing so many children from the Central Asian, Hittite and Eastern Yugoslavian countries who died, many people, although angry and sympathetic, also have a condescending mentality of giving alms.

But when an Anglo-Saxon child who was once well-fed and well-fed was used as 'raw material' by these demons, the anger aroused by this incident among the people was far greater than that of the more than 2,000 children who were killed from poor countries.

It is the natural psychology of most people to empathize with the strong without considering that they are also a weak person. In essence, it is a yearning for the status of the strong.

More than a hundred years ago, cart pullers worked extremely hard, were yelled at and whipped, and earned one or two hundred copper coins a day. After work, they would run to the overpass to watch plays, where they would watch talented men and beautiful women, kings, princes, and generals.

No one would go to the cinema to watch the protagonist deliver food after delivering food all day.

"Kill this demon!"

"Brother Emanuel should be put in jail!"

"You running dogs! Let us in!"

"National Guard, retreat!"

"Get out of here you running dogs!"

It has to be said that Miami is still full of martial spirit. The crowded blocks from East 20th Street to 50th Street were completely blocked. A large number of residents and commuters were shouting slogans in anger and clashed with the NYPD and the National Guard who had been fully deployed to maintain order nearby.

This scene, captured by millions of mobile phones, spread across various social networks and was forwarded continuously.

From New York to Los Santos, from Jersey to Miami, from Guam to Edo where the daybreak had just begun, and then to Haixi where the sky was just beginning to turn pale.

From Istanbul to Cape Town, from Mexico City to Buenos Aires, whether it is Greenland in the far north or the Sheep Kingdom in the southern hemisphere, except for those who are still asleep, almost everyone on the planet has learned about the earth-shaking changes at the doorstep of the UN through the ubiquitous social networks.

Oh, that’s not the case. With big data, there are still a large number of people who only pay attention to beauty, afternoon tea, and luxury goods and cannot see these news.

Gotham City Master! The owner of the largest talent agency in Miami! Special advisor on health policy and director of the Department of Bioethics in Miami!

He turned out to be the leader of the largest XXXX organization in Mai!

And he was with Absterne, who was involved in many unconfirmed scandals!
There are more than 3,000 high-society customers all over Mai!
What a shock!

When Jim Maher said Zeko's name, Rahm Emanuel stood up with a grim face, and when Jim said he had seen him twice, he knew that he was finished.

Ram Emmanuel doesn't need to inject any adrenaline red now, his own adrenaline is being secreted like crazy.

Ram stopped looking at his phone, went back to his office, quickly opened the safe hidden in the cabinet, and took out an embossed Ed Brown 1911 signature 9mm pistol and five full magazines.

Ram Immanuel then took out three large stacks of cash from the safe, one of which was small-denomination 20-dollar bills.

Rammmanuel put the 1911 into the holster on his waist, then put all the cash and magazines into his briefcase, picked up the suit on the hanger and put it on his arm, pretended to go out, and walked out of the office quickly.

All the staff members who met him in the city hall changed their expressions, and many people were whispering. Rahm Emanuel pretended not to see it. Before he walked out of the city hall, he heard the angry demonstrations of people of color outside the door.

"Devil Ram—get out of Gotham!"

"Devil Ram - go to hell!"

"Devil Ram—Give me back my child!"

"Devil Ram—give me back my school!"

"No, let's not talk about the school at this time, okay? After he steps down, won't the school be saved?"

"What you said makes sense. Why didn't I think of that? Demon Ram - give me back my school!"

……

The demonstrators were already extremely angry. Some of them had children who had gone missing. Some had been found, while others had not. Those who had not been found now directed their anger at Ram Immanuel, claiming that this devil must have killed their children, which undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.

The demonstrators have already started to shove and shove the CPD, and they may rush into the city hall at any time. If it were normal, the CPD might still do their best and not necessarily fire guns, but there is no psychological pressure to use tear gas, high-pressure water cannons or Tasers.

But now, who dares? Who is willing?

Ram Emmanuel just glanced at the situation at the door, his expression changed slightly, and he turned back and walked towards the back door of the city hall.

"Mr. Mayor, the back door is also blocked. This way, I'll take you out." A black man in his thirties grabbed Ram Emmanuel who was in a hurry.

When Rahm Immanuel saw the black man, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Don Smith is a municipal service representative at City Hall, responsible for handling consultation requests from citizens. He is overall responsible for consultation request services for 77 of Gotham's 12 communities and has a small team of three people under him.

It was Rahm Emanuel who recruited him. Don Smith was different from the others in that he was very hardworking. Rahm Emanuel heard that he had three children and lived in financial difficulty, so he specially promoted him and gave him a raise last year. He also took good care of Don Smith.

"Don, thank you." Ram Emmanuel's emotions fluctuated slightly, and his eyes turned red.

Don Smith took Rahm Emanuel to the parking lot, pressed the remote control, and the trunk of a Highlander opened.

Don Smith apologized to Ram Immanuel, "We will definitely pass through the crowd of demonstrators. We can only let you stay here for a while. We will release you after we leave the dangerous area."

Ram Emmanuel was originally worried about this problem. He didn't dare to ask CPD for protection now. He was afraid that the other party might suddenly receive an order and arrest him. After hearing what Tang En said, he immediately lay down in the cramped trunk of the Highlander.

"Don." Ram Emmanuel suddenly called out Don's name.

"Huh?" Don Smith was stunned.

"I am innocent, the videos online are slander." Ram Emmanuel's face was full of indignation and righteousness.

Tang En nodded, his thick lips looking very thick as he said, "I believe you. You are a good person, Mr. Mayor."

"I'm going to close the door, be careful not to get caught."

The trunk space of the Highlander is small, but fortunately the Ram is relatively thin, otherwise the trunk door might not be able to be closed.

Don Smith started the car, and soon, Rahm Emanuel heard the protest outside the door and Don's loud voice: "My child has a fever, I have to go home quickly to take him to the hospital! Hey! I'm black too! Look, I'm the only one in the car!"

Tang En's skin color really helped him a lot. The Highlander passed through the crowd of demonstrators safely and drove away.

Hearing the sound of the demonstration gradually fade away, Ram Immanuel finally felt relieved.

"Mr. Mayor, there are too many people around the South Ring District and Near South District. I'll park a little further away. Where are you going?" Tang En still used a respectful tone to ask Ram Emmanuel in the trunk, but a cold smile appeared on his face.

"Just find a convenient place to drop me off, Don." Although Don was trustworthy, Ram Emmanuel was reluctant to tell others where he was going out of caution.

His real destination was Brook Ridge, where there was a small airport where he had parked a Cirrus SR22G5 single-seat small plane registered under someone else's name and fully fueled for a long time.

A range of two thousand kilometers is enough for him to fly to most parts of the country.

He had already built several safe houses across the country to prepare for situations like today.

After hearing what Ram Immanuel said, Don simply responded and stopped talking.

After a few minutes, Emmanuel felt that the car seemed to have stopped. Then, he heard Don open the door of the cab and the trunk door was also opened by Don. The long-lost light shone in, and Ram Emmanuel couldn't help but squint.

"Where is this? Tang En?"

Looks like an underground garage?

"This is Xio, Mr. Mayor."

Theo? Where is that?
No! Ram Immanuel suddenly realized that Tang En was speaking Sibala!
Theo means the underworld in the Sibalese language!
The concept of the underworld in the Sibala culture is not quite the same as hell. Instead, it is somewhat similar to the concept of the underworld in the Aegean culture.

"You are……"

He had one hand on his lower back the whole time, trying to draw his gun, but he was still squeezed in the trunk and had no room to move.

Even if there is, it's too late.

Tang En grabbed Ram Emmanuel's head with both hands and twisted it hard. With a click, he broke Ram Emmanuel's cervical vertebrae.

Ram Emmanuel's eyes were wide open, and he seemed to still be staring at Tang En.

"My mother is Sephardi, and I am a 'Sentinel' of the 'Node'." Tang En shrugged.

"Node" is a department of Mossad responsible for monitoring intelligence networks in various places. It is equivalent to the KGB within the KGB. In the past, it was only responsible for monitoring Mossad internally, but as the department became larger and larger, its power also grew, and gradually expanded to monitor the Judeans outside of Israel who had contact with Mossad.

Ram Immanuel naturally had contact with Mossad. As his influence on Zheng Zhi in Miami grew, Mossad had already placed people around him.

When Mossad realized that the Emmanuel brothers could no longer be saved and that Mossad might be implicated at any time, he immediately ordered Don Smith, who was beside Ram, to be killed.

You are also “us”…

Ram Immanuel's eyes gradually lost their luster.
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At this time, the half-hour video on the sky screen had been played. Seeing the mysterious man rescued 71 children on the island, the whole of New York cheered and applauded.

"ASF, As Justice Force!"
"ASF, As Justice Force!"

"ASF, As Justice Force!"

It’s like watching a football game, even the slogans are created.

As for Dr. Jim who was turned into a human pig, many people even think that the ASF was too merciful and should have used hot iron bars to burn Dr. Jim's nostrils so that he would lose his sense of smell.

"Please be quiet, there's no need to be so excited." Fang Yu, wearing a black robe and a V for Vendetta mask, reappeared on the light curtain.

"Fair New Yorkers, please do not clash with the National Guard."

"I said that I don't need the NYPD and the UN to administer justice, I just want a big enough stage for you to see how justice is served."

"Some people say I can't represent justice? Who cares? What I enforce is, of course, my justice. As for what your justice is, I don't care."

"So, for your own safety, please stay where you are and do not engage in conflict with the armed personnel. Just keep watching."

"Because it's not over yet."

"Next, let's watch another live broadcast. This time it's real-time. Show time!"

The mysterious man on the light curtain snapped his fingers and slowly disappeared from the light curtain.

After a second or two, the image reappeared on the light screen.

Two middle-aged men and women in their fifties appeared on the light curtain, and the surrounding environment was still the Great St. James Island.

Beside them, there were several strong men in suits and leather shoes lying.

"Bang!" "Bang!" Two gunshots were heard from a distance, and it seemed that the person taking the video was hit. However, the strange thing was that the person taking the video seemed to be unaffected at all. He raised the gun in his hand and fired two bursts, killing the two attackers who were dozens of meters away in the head.

This shooting skill is so damn accurate, is he still human?

It's really not.

"There are 12 people in total. We have dealt with them all. Now, you are the only ones left."

"Ghislaine Maxwell, Jeffrey Applestein."

Fang Yu's voice after voice change came out from the speaker of T800.

"Or should we call you the senior agents of Mossad's 'world', 'Sandpiper' and 'Shrew'?"

(End of this chapter)