I made up myths in America

Chapter 4 Mass Shooting

Brooklyn, New York.

In the early 19th century, this was just a large family farm. Later, it was divided into small plots of land, and houses were built, forming the current community. In the late 19th century, with the approval of the people, Brooklyn was officially incorporated into New York City and became one of the five boroughs of New York.

With a population of nearly 300 million and an area of ​​251 square kilometers, it has become the largest district in New York.

But compared to Manhattan, the world capital on the other side of the strait, which is dressed in gold and silver and enjoys the spotlight, Brooklyn seems to lack confidence, like a poor relative of a landlord, and is not liked by others.

Moreover, because it was once a gathering place for blacks and other ethnic minorities, it has one of the highest crime rates and is filled with violence, crime and black garbage all year round.

But even so, when the New York Police Department received a call from a concerned citizen and rushed to the scene of the gang fight, they still felt that the scene was a bit too exaggerated.

There were bullet-torn bodies and gun shells scattered everywhere.

It was like a Shura hell of bloody flesh and body parts.

The smell of blood rushed to his face.

"vomit."

A female police officer who had just entered the police station saw this bloody scene and couldn't help but cover her mouth and retch.

The middle-aged white sheriff who was walking in the front with sharp eyes and slightly graying temples looked back at her, then stood there with a calm expression and gave orders, asking his subordinates to set up a cordon and not to disturb the scene, and at the same time notifying colleagues from the identification department and forensic department to come over.

"Sheriff George, the results of the investigation are out."

Not long after, police officers brought some clues provided by nearby residents.

George Gently shifted his gaze from the corpse lying on the ground, surrounded by colleagues from the Forensic and Identification Departments. He took the document and glanced over it. Instead of relaxing his frown, his entire face wrinkled.

Freeman Morgan, leader of the Freeman Pistol Gang, is a vicious but cunning criminal.

The New York police have been keeping an eye on him but have not found any conclusive evidence of his crime.

How could such a cautious guy do such an unwise thing?

Not only did he die in the gunfight with the Irish gang, but the Freeman Pistol Gang he founded also suffered heavy casualties in this struggle and fell apart.

"First, find the surviving members of Freeman's Pistol Gang and see if they know anything. Also, focus on investigating Freeman's financial transactions and call records over the past two weeks. I want to know what he's been doing during this time."

"YES, SIR."

A massive shooting in which hundreds of people died in one night, even though these people were all damn gang members, still caused quite a stir in New York.

Soon, reports about this incident appeared in major news media.

What has the NYPD's incompetence brought us?

"This is what happens when guns become widespread! !" "When will the chaos in Brooklyn end?"

The diverse media coverage brought greater attention to the incident while also putting greater pressure on the New York police.

But these have nothing to do with Lu Bai for the time being.

He was sitting in a 24-hour fast food restaurant at this time, with a thoughtful look on his face, his mind immersed in the Bai Ze monster picture.

It can be clearly seen that two lifelike portraits of strange beasts have been lit up on the originally gray picture of the Bai Ze monster.

It is Ju Fu and the lovebirds.

However, Lu Bai was not concerned about them this time.

Rather, it was the rapidly increasing gray-white airflow in the Bai Ze monster picture, which was the power of will that he had already used up most of.

Ever since those news media started reporting on the fight between the Freeman Pistols and the Irish Gang.

Following the mysterious connection, a large wave of emotional power was transformed into willpower by the picture of the Bai Ze monster in his mind.

So, this is the correct way to use the Bai Ze monster picture?
Doing things in the real world to collect willpower, and then use this willpower to copy the innate abilities of those mountain and sea beasts, constantly improving yourself? ?

Lu Bai seemed to realize something, regained his composure, picked up the steaming black coffee on the table and took a sip.

"Sir, this is your first time here, and this is a cheese sandwich our store gives you."

At this time, the sweet-looking blonde waitress twisted her slender waist and brought another plate of sandwiches, with a note with contact information under the plate.

"Thank you."

Lu Bai smiled and nodded at her. The innate ability copied from the lovebirds allowed him to see through what this typical American girl was thinking of him at the moment, and he could also sense the emotions of all creatures within a radius of 100 meters.

Needless to say, the waitress in front of me was in a pink mood, with her mind full of images that were not suitable for children.

Most of the others tend to be white, and they mostly think about work or family matters.

Only the middle-aged white man sitting in the corner of the fast food restaurant, dressed in tattered clothes and exuding a decadent temperament, was in a completely desperate mood.

This attracted Lu Bai's attention.

Perhaps he could use the other party to try and see if the way Bai Ze Jingguaitu obtained the power of will was as he thought.

　I'm a new author, and I hope you'll support me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)