The thought of the man who could break out of the IRS's siege, come and go freely between government residences and resorts where military-industrial giants set up ambushes, and then disappear like a ghost after causing shocking bloodshed.
Harold felt a chill running from his tailbone to the top of his head.
"Call the police! Immediately! Increase the protection! I want the highest level of security! 24 hours a day! Not a single second of slacking off!" Harold slammed the table and stood up, ordering the captain of the personal bodyguards and security director who also had a serious expression beside him.
"Tell the police! Tell the FBI! That madman is on the run! He's heading towards New York! His target is me! This room! Tell them to transfer all the available manpower to me! Money? I'll give you whatever you want! Protect my safety! You must ensure my safety!"
Soon, major police forces in New York took action.
Outside the manor, the number of guard posts, both visible and hidden, increased exponentially, and patrols with police dogs shuttled back and forth.
In the distance, near the gate of the manor, there were two black SWAT assault vehicles painted with NYPD logos, as well as several low-key dark Chevrolet Suburbans - those were the special cars of federal agents.
Since Reeves might come to New York, all major transportation hubs in New York, including airplanes, trains, cars, and ports, have begun strict inspections, and the police station has deployed many plainclothes police officers at various key locations.
Panic spread throughout New York like a deadly poison gas.
However, no one knew where Reeves was right now, or whether this demon who had turned Chicago upside down would actually attack New York.
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