I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

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Mike felt half of his body go numb, and all his strength vanished instantly.

"Cough cough cough!"

Accompanied by violent coughing, fresh blood gushed from his mouth, making it impossible for him to breathe.

I've been shot in the lung, there's no hope, I'm finished...

Mike lay on the ground, trying to turn his head to look in Debbie's direction, but he no longer had the strength to do so.

The field of vision turned blood red.

......

The scene descended into chaos once again.

When the gunshot rang out, most people instinctively crouched down under their chairs.

Debbie stared in disbelief at the exit, where her once strong father was now lying on the ground, convulsing, blood gushing from his mouth and nose.

The security personnel went crazy and immediately pulled out their pistols and pointed them at Marcus.

Marcus's mind went blank after he fired the shot.

Why would I kill someone in public?!

Was I just crazy?!

After he shot Mike, most of his hatred vanished instantly, and reason returned to his mind. But the damage was done, and there was no chance for him to regret it.

"Damn it! I didn't mean to kill him..." Marcus was filled with regret. He had just shouted it out when the security personnel's gun went off.

boom! boom! boom!

The two security personnel emptied the magazine very quickly.

Marcus was riddled with holes and died as soon as he fell to the ground.

He stared wide-eyed at the sky, filled with confusion, seemingly completely bewildered as to what was wrong with him today.

"MF! This bastard must be on drugs!" the security guard roared in fury.

Another security guard covered his head in terror:

"OMG! We're in big trouble!"

"Call the boss right now!"

Regardless, the fact that a sheriff was shot at close range at Wild Ridge Stadium in a manner as brutal as execution is undoubtedly the most blatant provocation and humiliation against the NYPD.

A huge uproar is inevitable.

......

Amidst the chaos, Richard remained calm.

He could clearly see the death aura emanating from Marcus; Marcus was obviously dead, but Mike was still alive.

Even from that distance, he could see Mike trying to look at Debbie, as if he were cherishing the last beautiful moments of his life.

Debbie screamed in a tearful voice:

"dad!"

She dropped the flower ball and flower stick she was holding and rushed over, crying.

The security personnel initially intended to pull Debbie away to protect the scene.

But when they heard Debbie's cries, they withdrew their hands and let Debbie rush in.

What a pitiful child, watching his father die right before his eyes.

Richard followed behind Debbie.

Debbie suddenly collapsed beside her father, her fingers trembling, too afraid to touch him.

Mike's will to live was excessively tenacious. He struggled to reach out to Debbie, muttering something under his breath, but blood gushed from his mouth, making it impossible to hear clearly.

"Dad! Dad! What are you saying?!"

Richard's eyes were indifferent.

The magic hand grabbed Mike's heart and squeezed it hard.

puff!

Fresh blood gushed from Mike's mouth and nose like a fountain.

Mike's eyes froze instantly, and he was no longer breathing.

An aura of death permeated the air.

Richard silently dispelled the magic hand.

"NO!" Debbie screamed in despair.

"Dad! Don't leave me!"

Richard put his arm around Debbie's shoulder:

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. It's alright, it's all over. Your father was a brave man..."

Debbie cried a few times and then fainted.

Catherine, carrying her high heels, finally reached the exit:

"What's wrong with Debbie?"

Richard calmly laid Debbie flat on the lawn:

"It's nothing, he's just unconscious. Call an ambulance."

Catherine breathed a sigh of relief. After checking that Debbie was alright, she turned to look at Mike's body, her expression somewhat complicated.

Richard crouched beside Mike's body.

The security personnel began by saying:

"Please do not touch the body; the police need to investigate."

However, he was just saying it casually.

Everyone witnessed Marcus suddenly rush out and shoot Mike in public; there's no doubt about that, and there's nothing to investigate.

Richard pretended to check Mike's breath.

A very brief memory flashed through Richard's mind.

Richard was momentarily dazed when he saw Mike walk into someone's office, and then his memory ended.

Richard plays the memory again.

A bald doctor sat in the office, wearing a rectangular metal nameplate on his left breast with three lines of black text:

"OCME", "SIMON WILSON", "MEDICAL EXAMINER".

The New York Medical Examiner's Office, a medical examiner named Simon Wells.

Richard secretly made a mental note of it, then pretended to touch Marcus's nose.

This one died even more decisively; his entire body was riddled with holes, half of his skull was ripped open, and his brains were splattered all over the ground. He was as dead as could be.

He then stood up and said to the security guard:

"I know this guy, his name is Marcus. He's probably a gang member and has a grudge against Sheriff Mike. This is the gang's revenge against the police."

After saying that, he walked towards a secluded corner.

Some people were frantically calling 911 to report the incident.

Some daring parents and students took out their phones to film videos.

There were no stadium officials present, and no one thought to stop it. The news would quickly leak out and spread throughout the country.

Richard walked to a corner and answered Brian's call.

Brian's voice came through:

"Richard?"

Richard calmly said:

"Brian, there has been a school shooting. A gangster named Marcus stormed into a high school football game and shot and killed a parent at close range. The parent was a sheriff named Mike Dixon. Marcus was shot and killed on the spot by security personnel."

Michael is dead! Brian was shocked.

My Lord is amazing!

I don't know what mysterious means they used, but they killed Mike in public!

Even if Marcus were insane, he wouldn't kill someone in this situation.

This matter definitely has some unclear or inexplicable connection to the owner, but he doesn't care.

Now that the incident has occurred, there are several key details: a school shooting, the deceased was a sheriff, and the perpetrator was a gangster.

A perfect publicity opportunity!

Since it didn't happen on campus, does that mean it wasn't a school shooting?

The scene was filled with students and parents, how could that not count!

If he initiates the publicity campaign and defines this incident as a school shooting, then it is a school shooting!

Nobody cares about the truth; people only care about emotions!

Moreover, this is the biggest humiliation for the NYPD: a public shooting at close range!

"This is an execution! This is gang members declaring war on the NYPD!" Brian's voice was so excited he could barely contain himself, and he immediately defined the nature of the incident.

His election prospects were terrible, and he desperately needed good news, and Mike's death was the best news ever!

Everyone knows that Congressman Brian Anderson has consistently advocated for schools to strengthen their security forces and curb the proliferation of gang violence on campus.

You didn't listen to me, and look what happened!

In contrast, Marty, who advocates for freedom and LGBTQ+ rights, will find himself in a very passive position.

......

Brian hung up the phone and immediately called Miles:

"We need to talk, right now!"

Chief Superintendent Myers was Brian's biggest helper in the NYPD.

"What happened?"

"McClean is dead."

Miles's mind was about to explode:

"WTF! How did he die?!"

He didn't know why Brian wanted to betray Mike, but he did it anyway.

Michael is dead now!

If it is murder, it will definitely trigger an investigation, and the trickery I did may be exposed, or I may even become a murder suspect!

Miles broke out in a cold sweat.

Brian continued:

"A gangster."

He quickly described the situation.

After hearing this, Miles felt as if he had returned from the depths of despair to the summit. His eyes gleamed slightly, and he said excitedly:

"Gangsters shoot sheriff in public! And during a school football game! Perfect!"

"It's not a school football game, it's a school shooting!" Brian said firmly.

Miles immediately realized:

Yes! A school shooting!

Regardless of the truth, the media must report it this way.

Brian commanded:

"Immediately rescind Mike's internal investigation. He is our moral exemplar and cannot be insulted by anyone."

The living Mike was a problem, but the dead Mike was the perfect sheriff and the moral standard for the entire NYPD!

"Yes! Despicable gangsters killed one of our beloved sheriffs, and right on campus!" Miles thought for a moment, then raised another problem:

"Chief Carter has been cracking down hard on the BG gang, which is good news for him, but not good."

Brian knew Miles had been eyeing the director's seat, but he was currently swamped with problems and couldn't afford to worry about Miles for the time being.

"So what? You also publicly support cracking down on gangs. He cracks down, you crack down, so you're even in that respect. But it's different elsewhere. Mike was the fastest knife in his hand! Now, the knife is gone."

New York Police Commissioner Henry Carter has been trying to control lower-ranking police sergeants and superintendents and to interfere with the power of the Commissioner of Police.

With Mike dead, Miles now has an opportunity to replace the sheriff with one of his own.

Miles was overjoyed:

"You mean our moral exemplar, the police chief?"

"Hehehe."

The two men's sinister laughter rang out.

The NYPD has always been divided into two major factions.

The uniformed clerks, headed by the director and deputy director, and the front-line officers, headed by the chief superintendent.

The two sides have always disliked each other and have many conflicts.

The chief, deputy chief, and other clerical staff are appointed directly by the Mayor of New York City.

Police inspectors and chief inspectors climb the ranks step by step from the bottom of the police force.

The chief felt that the police inspectors were all seasoned veterans, unruly, and lacked a sense of the bigger picture.

The police inspectors felt that the chief was out of touch with the front lines, utterly useless, and had only climbed the ranks by sucking up to the mayor.

As the Chief Superintendent of Police directly controls frontline operational forces, he naturally wants to enhance the armament of his officers.

The police chief, however, felt that the mayor was too obedient and that the police officers' constant use of long guns and microphones could easily instill fear in the public and affect the mayor's election prospects.

A horrific school shooting that resulted in the death of a sheriff leaves the superintendent of police with considerable room for maneuver.

Brian said:

"You contact the media and get them involved. I'll go talk to the police union president..."

"No problem! I'll have Isabella stop first and clean up the dirt on Mike."

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