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Chapter 652 Revenge!

Mela's injury is not serious.

It just looks a bit scary.

A bone fracture, not a bone crack!
This relieved Liu Jin and the others.

February 17th is the Chinese New Year.

Liu Jin and Chloe accompanied Méra on the plane to Paris.

The two big dogs and Eva the raccoon also left New York with them.

After all, Genevieve was the only one left in the house.

Genevieve was originally supposed to go with them, but considering that the renovation of the house next door at number 78 was not yet finished, they had to leave her in New York.

Liu Jin didn't want to cause trouble with the two big guys and the raccoon.

But Genevieve couldn't control them...

Especially the two big ones; apart from Liu Jin and his group, probably only Turner of the Grossan Estate could handle them.

Having no other choice, Liu Jin had to take them away.

Once they arrived in Paris, Chloé would then take them back to the Château de Grossanne.

Anyway, after filming the movie, there were only one or two months left before the exchange program, and Liu Jin felt it was too much trouble to go back and forth again.

Liu Jin's departure also brought a sigh of relief to the New York Police Department.

But Officer Wilson didn't think Liu Jin would let it go so easily.

That day, when he was chatting with Liu Jin, although Liu Jin always had a smile on his face, the coldness in his eyes made him feel scared.

The NYPD is very busy!
After all, all sorts of cases happen in the Big Apple every day, making it impossible for Wilson to focus all his energy on Diddy and his gang.

The 18th passed without incident.

Officer John even joked privately, "Officer Jackson is too nervous. I've already told you, Chinese people are all cowards, they won't dare to cause trouble... Instead of wasting energy on him, we should just do our regular patrols."

Am I overthinking things?

Officer Wilson, however, did not see it that way.

On the 19th, he patrolled in his car as usual.

When passing 76 Parry Street, Officer Wilson even contacted the 13th Division patrol officers to confirm that, apart from the bodyguard, there was no one else at Liu Jin's house.

He then drove off Parry Street.

"10-Adam-11, Times Square U-Hotel, code 18, emergency, shooting incident, officers need assistance."

UTEER Hotel?
Wilson glanced at the map; it was nearby.

He immediately picked up the walkie-talkie, "10-Adam-11, received, on my way to the scene immediately."

He glanced at John.

Without needing any orders, John immediately stepped on the gas and sped toward the U-Tour Hotel.

Police cars arrived at the scene quickly.

Two police cars have arrived, and a cordon has been set up around the area.

The incident occurred at the exit of the UTE Hotel, where a black Ferrari was overturned on the ground and a black man was sitting on the side of the road.

"what's the situation?"

Wilson thought the black man looked familiar, so he asked the police officers who had arrived earlier.

"Kanye West drank too much yesterday and checked into a hotel with two girls. He left early this morning and ran into two black guys who shot at his tires... The car overturned, but he was fine, just a bit shaken."

Kanye West?

Wilson's eyes flashed, and he stepped forward.

By this time, Kanye had calmed down and was no longer as agitated as he had been when he was first attacked.

“Officer, I don’t know what happened. I was driving and about to merge into the lane when a motorcycle came rushing at me and fired two shots. But their marksmanship was terrible; they only hit the tires and missed me.”

"What, you still want them to hit you?"

"That's not it."

"Have you made some enemies lately?"

"Officer, I'm just a singer, what enemies do I have?"

"Then why did they shoot you?"

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? You're the police, but I'm a taxpayer. Shouldn't you give me an answer?"

Answer?

Wilson, who had been silent all along, had a sudden thought.

Just then, the phone rang.

It was a call from his colleague, the police department in the Long Island area.

"Wilson, you guessed right, the revenge has come."

"what's the situation?"

“An hour ago, Jay-Z was walking his dog on the street when someone shot his dog in the head with a sniper rifle.”

"It's a dog, not a person?"

"Yes, he's alright, but he was terrified."

Kanye West and Jay-Z are both close friends of Diddy.

Both were attacked.

Jay-Z's side is even more outrageous, with a sniper rifle!

Is this for making a movie?
New York is chaotic, it always has been.

But there are absolutely no exaggerated plots like those in movies and TV series.

But now...

Wilson glanced at John standing to the side, patted him on the shoulder, and then turned and left.

……

On the same day, Kanye and Jay-Z were attacked.

Kanye's car overturned, but thankfully no one was hurt.

But Jay-Z's dog got its head blown off, right in front of him.

A reporter captured the scene: Jay-Z was sitting on the ground, looking panicked, with dog blood stained on his face and chest.

His purebred black Doberman lay motionless in a pool of blood.

The New York Times bought the exclusive rights to this photograph for $1,200, causing a sensation throughout New York.

But who did it?

Nobody knows. Jay-Z, however, has identified a suspect: Amos.

But Amos left New York two days ago and is now in Paris preparing to film.

Jay-Z, I respect you, but you can't talk nonsense.

Even if Amos wasn't in New York, why would he use such a brutal method to deal with you?

The one speaking is Spike Lee!
In an interview, he expressed his bewilderment.

From beginning to end, it was Jay-Z and his group who attacked Liu Jin, and Liu Jin didn't pay any attention to them at all.

Now they're trying to smear Liu Jin again.

"Did they deliberately stage this scene to frame Amos because they felt defeated by public opinion?"
Please, Amos is an outsider; he's not a New Yorker. You can't frame him just because he's not American.

Furthermore, since the assassin was using a sniper rifle, why didn't he shoot Jay-Z, but instead shot his dog?

I strongly suspect there's something wrong here!

Spike Lee has fired a shot.

Following that, various parties also expressed their opinions.

There are writers, actors, sports stars, and many of Liu Jin's readers.

Columbia University's School of Arts and Sciences professor Barbara Dieffendorf angrily stated: "Why are they always focusing on Amos? I don't know how Amos offended these people... Is it because Amos's talent made them feel ashamed? Or do they think that because Amos is Chinese, they can manipulate and bully him at will?"

They say Amos is racist, but in my opinion, they are the racists.

• Something very inexplicable.

They provoked Amos, and now that Amos has returned to Paris, they're still holding onto him.

A bunch of damn rappers, do they really think they can control everything? Compared to Amos, they're shit. - Jeffrey Eugenides
"I admit I don't like Amos and I'm not happy that he stole my Pulitzer Prize for Literature."

But I really wonder, what are these guys trying to achieve by relentlessly harassing Amos? Has America ceased to be a suitable place for writers to thrive?

Jeffrey took aim at rappers on a TV show.

In the past, people like Diddy would never have tolerated it and would have even freestyled back with insults.

But this time...

“This really has nothing to do with me, Jay-Z was indeed shot.”

Kanye did indeed crash; that's a fact.

Diddy's hysterical response.

But nobody believed it!
……

June 2, Los Angeles.

Will had already gone to bed early.

He has been exhausted lately.

Columbia Pictures has terminated negotiations for "Hancock".

Several other companies also indicated they had no interest in the project.

Moreover, public opinion was very unfriendly towards him, and on various radio interview programs, authors or scholars would occasionally criticize him.

Those people seem like people he can't afford to offend.

That night, he drank some alcohol and slept soundly.

But suddenly, he was woken up by his wife.

"What happened?"

"Look, there's a fire outside!"

Will woke up abruptly, got up and went to the window, where he saw a palm tree in the yard burning like a torch.

He quickly pulled out a pistol from the bedside table, told his wife and son to stay inside, and then rushed into the yard.

The servants in the house also woke up.

They rushed over to put out the fire.

Will frowned and went straight to the kennel.

But they found two large dogs lying in pools of blood in the kennel.

……

On February 27, Diddy went to Madison Square Garden to watch an NBA game.

Before the match started, he saw Spike, went up to greet him, and complained that Spike wasn't on his side.

Spike immediately retorted, "Diddy, you're not Dog, and you have no right to tell me what to do."

I've been in this industry for decades. I know who's good and who's bad. I don't think I should be on your side just because you're Black? Please, you're just a damn thug, get out of my way.

"Li, you'll regret this."

The game that day was Cavaliers vs. Knicks.

King displayed his great power and frequently interacted with Diddy.

In the end, the Cavaliers defeated the Knicks by a large margin.

Diddy strutted around in front of Spike with a smug look on his face, which made Spike so angry that he wanted to hit her several times, but he was stopped by others.

Just as Diddy was about to leave, a black teenager suddenly rushed out of the crowd, holding a dagger, and stabbed him.

Startled, Diddy quickly dodged, but the dagger grazed his stomach, tearing his clothes and leaving a three-centimeter-deep, ten-centimeter-long wound.

Blood instantly stained his white suit, standing out starkly under the lights.

Diddy's mind went completely blank.

He looked at the black teenager who was being held down by security guards and couldn't help but curse, "Who told you to do this? Was it that damn Chink who ordered you to do it?"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Diddy has consistently accused Liu Jin of discriminating against Black people.

But from beginning to end, Liu Jin never uttered a single word of dissent.

But now...

It turns out the real racist wasn't Amos, but Diddy.

He realized he had said the wrong thing, so he immediately covered his wound and shouted, "I'm injured, damn it, I'm bleeding a lot!"

I need a doctor!
"Police! Police! I need to call the police! This black guy is trying to kill me!"

"You bastard Diddy, you're a New Yorker, how dare you support Cleveland, you traitor!"

The Black teenager, who was being held down by security guards, suddenly shouted loudly.

King, who was about to come over and show off his skills, stopped immediately upon hearing the shout. He looked at Diddy, and his expression became uncertain.

……

(End of this chapter)