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Chapter 30: The Assassination of George Stacy
"I've heard of him." The killer picked up the photo from the table. "I heard he has some abilities."

"But he used his abilities in ways he shouldn't have. He overreached, and that gentleman was very unhappy. So I need you to get rid of him."

Matt had a blank expression on his face, as if he was talking about a trivial matter even though he was clearly going to kill a police officer.

"That gentleman has never had much patience for such trivial matters. You only have three days to complete the task."

"It's the leader." The killer put away the photo, bowed and left the room.

--split line--

"Good afternoon, Sheriff George. Looks like you'll be able to make it to dinner today."

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Moshi." George took off his police hat and looked at the old woman in front of him respectfully.
"Calm New York has let me off the hook today. Gwen has been complaining about me lately. If I miss dinner again today, I don't know what she'll say to me."

"Gwen is a good child. She has always cared about you. I'm sorry, but ever since Helen left, you two don't look like a family at all." Mrs. Mossey's tone was a little complaining, but then her tone changed and she spoke gently.

"But your relationship has been getting better and better recently. Even an outsider like me can see it. Why treat family members like enemies?"

"Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Moses." Mrs. Moses was famous for her outspokenness, but she was also a warm-hearted person. Almost everyone in the building had received her help. Faced with the concern of such an old woman, George would gladly accept it even if the topic was sensitive.

The two chatted for a while, and then George left on the pretext of going home to prepare dinner. Looking at Mrs. Moshi's unsatisfied expression, she probably felt that she had not had enough fun yet, but she had no choice but to let George go.

Come to think of it, Gwen has become much more cheerful recently, and even Peter has become more confident, daring to fight with others and even winning. And it seems that the cause of all this is because of Yang Le.
When George thought of Yang Le, he clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, then sighed. After Gwen's explanation, George also knew that what happened in the kitchen that day was an accident, but as a father, George was still very unhappy.

But George was wrong in this matter after all, so even if he didn't apologize, he still condoned Gwen's behavior of looking for Yang Le. Although he certainly couldn't control Gwen, thinking this way made him feel better.

"He's grown too independent to be controlled." George sighed, took out his key and opened the door. It was already evening, and the setting sun was not enough to provide light. The dim room was eerily silent.

Seeing that Gwen had not come back yet, George frowned. It was about to get dark, and New York at night was obviously unsafe for a girl. George took out his phone and prepared to call Gwen.

George just took out his phone and froze in place. The clean screen reflected a figure in the dim sunlight, and the figure was right above his head, pressed against the ceiling.

Years of experience allowed George to make a choice. He did not scream or look up to question, but instead flew forward at the first moment. This choice undoubtedly saved his life.

"Crack." A shiny ninja sword stabbed directly into the place where George had just stood, deeply embedded in the wooden floor, which was enough to prove its sharpness. Seeing that the attack failed, the killer fell from the ceiling and stood next to the ninja sword.

"Who are you! How dare you attack a sheriff!" George pulled out his gun and turned around to face the killer. The death that narrowly escaped him made him sweat profusely, and he forced himself to calm down.

Now he was able to see the full appearance of the person who came. He was wearing clothes similar to those of the Japanese ninjas in the movies.

"What's going on? High-tech prisoners, rhino monsters, and now a ninja killer. When did New York get so crazy?" Facing the black muzzle of the gun, the ninja said nothing, but bent down to pick up the ninja sword on the ground.

"Don't move! I'll shoot if you move again!" Seeing the ninja's actions, George immediately warned.

Hearing George's warning, the ninja paused and did not move. Just when George was about to speak again, the ninja seized the moment when George opened his mouth and moved.

The ninja hooked the ninja sword with his left foot, stepped hard with his right foot, and rushed forward while bringing out the ninja sword. The flying ninja sword drew an arc and spun into the air, landing right in the ninja's raised hands. The ninja who caught the ninja sword rushed to George and chopped it hard, cutting off the barrel of the pistol along with half of George's palm.

It all happened so fast that he only reacted when the gun barrel hit the ground. He stared blankly at the gun barrel that slipped from his palm because he couldn't grasp it. The ninja sword was too sharp. Not only did he feel no pain, but his palm even started bleeding.

Fear reached its limit and turned into anger. The fear of death made George lose his composure. He shouted and rushed towards the ninja.

The ninja did not confront George head-on. Although the ninja sword was sharp, it was easy to break. Facing the rushing George, he was not sure he could kill him without breaking the sword.

The ninja threw out a few spikes. The modified and lengthened spikes pierced the soles of his shoes and pierced into his feet. The severe pain made George lose his balance and he fell forward due to the inertia of the charge.

The ninja turned sideways and George fell beside him. He walked over, stepped on George's arms with his feet, sat on George's back, and held the ninja sword high in his hand.

"I'm sorry, Gwen, it seems Daddy can't finish dinner with you." George thought despairingly. The intense exercise just now caused the wound on his broken hand to bleed profusely, and he no longer had the strength to resist.

Just as the ninja was about to pierce George, a sound of shattering glass came from behind him. Before he could react, severe pain came from his back. The ninja flew out directly, crashing into the table and chairs and falling to the ground.

"Dad! Are you okay?!" George, who was about to faint due to excessive blood loss, heard Gwen's voice and forced himself to stay awake. He opened his eyes and saw Gwen who was about to cry.

"Run...Gwen, hurry...run..." George fainted before he could finish his words.

"No! Dad! Wake up!" Gwen looked anxiously at George who had fainted in her arms, even her tone of voice was a little distorted.

The ninja came silently behind Gwen and looked at the helpless little girl sitting on the ground. It was hard to imagine that such a thin girl could kick him away without him noticing. The ninja could only attribute this to his own carelessness.

"It seems my training is not yet sufficient." The ninja thought so, and swung down his raised ninja sword, ready to kill Gwen and George together.

However, the ninja sword did not move forward an inch after it reached Gwen's head. The ninja looked at a slender white hand in disbelief, which held the ninja sword tightly with two fingers as white as onions. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even make the ninja sword shake.

"Ding ding ding!" The ninja noticed that the girl was wearing a white bracelet on her hand, which was flashing red, as if sounding an alarm.

"Snap!" With a sound, green smoke slowly rose from the bracelet and finally stopped making any noise. His ninja sword could finally move, but not downward, but upward.

(End of this chapter)