Chapter 330 Sandpipers and Shrews (5017)
Whether it is the UN, New York State, or New York City, whether it is the UN security forces or the New York National Guard, they have not rushed in to rob and arrest people. There are many reasons, and each party's reasons are different, but there are also similarities.
The similarity is that the matter has now become a big deal, with more than 70 children in the square. If accidental injuries occur or the other party takes the children hostage, we will be in a very passive position.
Therefore, there is no way to use force, let alone snipers.
No one can bear this responsibility in front of the whole world.
The difference is that the decision-making body of the UN is not just one party.
Each party has its own thoughts and it is impossible to reach a consensus, especially on this matter. (This paragraph has been revised)
Samantha Power, now the highest representative of the United States at the UN, has followed Obama since 18 years ago when Obama was still a teacher. Naturally, she will firmly support Obama's decision.
As for the National Guard, also because the UN is too sensitive, as long as the ASF does not go on a killing spree or actively launch an attack in the UN and Cuomo does not lose his mind, it is impossible to authorize the National Guard and the NYPD to actually use force.
"It was Zeko, Zeko Imanuel, he forced me to do this. I was just the executor. Spare me..."
Even though he had become a human stick, Jim Maher still did not lose his instinct to survive.
"As for these children...hahahaha..." Jim Maher felt his life slipping away quickly, "Save, save me..."
The mysterious photographer took out a small opaque bottle and poured the contents into Jim Maher's mouth. Just a few seconds later, Jim Maher felt much better.
"They, they are Ali Emmanuel's channel. I have only seen him twice. The rest of the time, a woman named Mara sent them to the island..."
"...I've only met Ramemmanuel once, two years ago, at Zeko's house... But I'm sure he knows everything. When I went to give him the erythroid injection, he shook my hand and said, 'Doctor, you're one of us. We won't mistreat any of our own who have made sacrifices...'"
"...I really don't know where they found these... Most of them are Dongyu and Zhongya... The proportion of Hittites has also increased in the past two years, and there are occasionally white people and Latin people."
"...No, no, it's because they think the people from Nege and Barat are too dirty and their goods are hard to sell, so there are no children from these places..."
"...Yes, yes, the little girl named Isa is also in there..."
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Seeing the well-dressed doctor on the screen turned into a human stick, most of the audience felt pity for him. But before this pity lasted for a minute, everyone was shocked by the children tied to the operating table and the wall.
Hearing that he had confessed the truth before being pressed, most people couldn't help but cover their mouths.
When Jim Maher said the little girl's name, Isa, there was an exclamation.
“OMG!”
"Is this true?"
"Poor Isa~"
"Demon! This is a demon! Kill this demon!"
Issa was a little girl who disappeared in New York a year ago. Because her parents were members of the upper class society on the Upper East Side, her disappearance caused a great sensation.
At that time, Isa's parents pleaded in the media that whoever found their daughter would be given a large sum of money and would never be held accountable.
Because Isa's parents provided a large number of videos and photos of Isa's daily life, the public was quickly attracted by this beautiful, cute and well-behaved little girl, and this incident attracted a lot of attention on social media.
After Isa disappeared, many different witnesses said they had seen Isa at different times and places, but the information was contradictory, which made the incident even more mysterious.
But no matter what, the New York police searched for more than a month and found no trace of Isa. Finally, as time went by, the heat of this matter gradually subsided, and Isa's parents had to let the case go.
But only a year later, the public simply forgot about this matter, but they didn't forget it.
The moment Isa Brandon's name came out of Jim Maher's mouth, it instantly ignited the anger of New Yorkers.
It turns out that even the daughter of the Brandon family was used as "raw material" by these demons!
"Kill him!"
"demon!"
"Kill him!"
Most people have a certain degree of admiration for the strong. When seeing so many children from Central Asia, Hittite and Eastern Asia who died, many people, although angry and compassionate, also have a condescending mentality of giving alms.
But when a once well-fed Anglo-Saxon child was used as 'raw material' by these demons, the anger aroused by this incident among the people far exceeded that of the more than 2,000 children from poor countries who were killed.
It is the natural psychology of most people to empathize with the strong without considering that they are also weak. In essence, it is a yearning for the status of the strong.
More than a hundred years ago, cart pullers worked tirelessly, being yelled at and whipped, earning one or two hundred copper coins a day. After work, they would go to the overpass to watch plays featuring talented men and beautiful women, princes and generals.
No one would deliver food all day and then go to the cinema to watch the protagonist deliver food.
"Kill this demon!"
"Brother Emmanuel should be thrown in jail!"
"You running dogs! Let us in!"
"National Guard, retreat!"
"Get out of here, you bunch of running dogs!"
It has to be said that Miami still has a strong sense of martial spirit. The blocks from East 20th Street to 50th Street are completely blocked. A large number of residents and commuters are shouting slogans in anger and clashing with the NYPD and National Guard who have been fully deployed to maintain order nearby.
This scene, captured by millions of mobile phones, spread across various social networks and was forwarded continuously.
From New York to Los Santos, from Jersey to Miami, from Guam to Edo where the sun was just rising, and then to Haixi where the sky was just beginning to turn pale.
From Istanbul to Cape Town, from Mexico City to Buenos Aires, whether it is Greenland in the far north or the sheep country in the southern hemisphere, except for those who are still asleep, almost everyone on this planet has learned about the earth-shaking changes at the doorstep of the UN through the ubiquitous social networks.
Oh, that’s not the case. With big data, there are still a large number of people who only focus on beauty, afternoon tea, and luxury goods and cannot see these news.
Gotham City! Owner of Miami's largest talent agency! Special advisor on health policy and director of the Department of Bioethics at Miami!
He turned out to be the leader of the largest XXXX organization in Mai!
And he was with Absterne, who was involved in many unconfirmed scandals!
There are more than 3,000 high-society customers all over Mai!
So shocking!
When Jim Maher said Zeko's name, Rahm Emanuel stood up with a grim face, and when Jim said that he had seen him twice, he knew that he was finished.
Ram Emmanuel doesn't need to inject any adrenaline red now, his own adrenaline is being secreted like crazy.
Ram stopped looking at his phone, went back to his office, quickly opened the safe hidden in the cabinet, and took out an embossed Ed Brown 1911 signature 9mm pistol and five full magazines.
Ram Immanuel then took out three large stacks of cash from the safe, one of which was small-denomination 20-dollar bills.
Ram Emmanuel put the 1911 into the holster on his waist, then put all the cash and magazines into his briefcase, picked up the suit on the hanger and put it on his arm, pretended to go out, and walked out of the office quickly.
All the staff members who met him in the city hall changed their expressions, and many people were whispering. Rahm Emanuel pretended not to see it. Before he walked out of the city hall, he heard the angry demonstrations of the people of color outside the door.
"Demon Ram—get out of Gotham!"
"Devil Ram—go to hell!"
"Devil Ram—give me back my child!"
"Devil Ram—Give me back my school!"
"No, let's not talk about the school right now, okay? After he steps down, won't the school be saved?"
"You make sense, why didn't I think of that? Demon Ram—give me back my school!"
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The demonstrators were already extremely angry. Some of them had children who had gone missing. Some had been found, and some had not. Those who had not been found now pointed their fingers at Ram Emmanuel, claiming that it must be this devil who had killed their children, which undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.
The demonstrators have already started pushing and shoving the CPD and may storm City Hall at any time.
Under normal circumstances, CPD might still do their best and not necessarily fire guns, but there is no psychological pressure to use tear gas, high-pressure water cannons, or Tasers.
But now, who dares? Who is willing?
Ram Emmanuel just glanced at the situation at the door, his expression changed slightly, and he turned back and walked towards the back door of the city hall.
"Mr. Mayor, the back door is also blocked. This way, I'll take you out." A black man in his thirties grabbed Ram Emmanuel who was in a hurry.
When Rahm Immanuel saw the black man, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Don Smith is a municipal service representative at City Hall, responsible for handling citizens' consultation requests. He is overall responsible for consultation request services in 12 of Gotham's 77 communities and has a small team of three people under him.
It was Rahm Emanuel who recruited him. Unlike the others, Don Smith was very hardworking. Rahm Emanuel heard that Don Smith had three children and was struggling financially, so he gave him a promotion and a raise last year and was always very considerate of him.
"Thank you, Tang En." Ram Emmanuel's emotions fluctuated slightly, and his eyes turned red.
Don Smith took Rahm Emanuel to the parking lot, pressed the remote control, and the trunk of a Highlander opened.
Don Smith apologized to Ram Emmanuel, "We will definitely go through the crowd of demonstrators. We can only let you stay here for a while. We will release you after we leave the dangerous area."
Ram Emanuel was originally worried about this problem. He didn't dare to ask CPD for protection now. He was worried that the other party might suddenly receive an order and arrest him. After hearing what Tang En said, he immediately got into the cramped trunk of the Highlander and lay down.
"Don." Ram Emmanuel suddenly called out Don's name.
"Huh?" Don Smith was stunned.
"I am innocent, and the videos online are slander." Ram Emmanuel's face was full of indignation and righteousness.
Tang En nodded, his thick lips looking very thick as he said, "I believe you. You are a good person, Mr. Mayor."
"I'm going to close the door, be careful not to get caught."
The trunk space of the Highlander is small. Fortunately, the Ram is relatively thin, otherwise the trunk door might not be able to be closed.
Don Smith started the car, and soon Rahm Emanuel heard the protest outside the door and Don's loud voice: "My child has a fever, I need to go home quickly to take him to the hospital! Hey! I'm black too! Look, I'm the only one in the car!"
Tang En's skin color really helped him a lot. The Highlander passed through the crowd of demonstrators safely and drove away.
Hearing the sound of the demonstration gradually fade away, Ram Emmanuel finally felt relieved.
"Mr. Mayor, there are too many people around the South Ring District and the Near South District. I'll park a little further away. Where are you going?" Tang En asked Ram Emmanuel in the trunk in a respectful tone, but with a cold smile on his face.
"Just find a convenient place to drop me off, Don." Although Don was trustworthy, Ram Emmanuel was reluctant to tell others where he was going out of caution.
His real destination was Brock Ridge, where there was a small airport where he had parked a Cirrus SR22G5, a single-seat, fully fueled aircraft registered under someone else's name, for a long time.
A range of two thousand kilometers is enough for him to fly to most parts of the country.
He had already built several safe houses across the country to prepare for situations like today.
After hearing what Ram Emmanuel said, Tang En just responded and stopped talking.
After a few minutes, Emmanuel felt that the car seemed to have stopped. Then, he heard Don open the door of the cab and the hatch of the trunk was also opened by Don. The long-lost light shone in, and Ram Emmanuel couldn't help but squint.
"Where is this, Tang En?"
Looks like an underground garage?
"This is Xio, Mr. Mayor."
Theo? Where is that?
No! Ram Immanuel suddenly realized that Tang En was speaking Sibala!
Theo means underworld in the Sibalese language!
The concept of the underworld in the Sibala culture is not quite the same as hell, but is somewhat similar to the concept of the underworld in the Aegean culture.
"Who are you……"
One of his hands was on his lower back, trying to draw his gun, but he was still squeezed in the trunk and had no room to move.
Even if there is, it's too late.
Tang En grabbed Ram Emmanuel's head with both hands, twisted it hard, and with a click, he broke Ram Emmanuel's cervical vertebrae.
Ram Emmanuel's eyes were wide open, and he seemed to still be staring at Tang En.
"My mother is Sephardi, and I'm a 'Sentinel' of the 'Node'." Tang En shrugged.
"Node" is a department of Mossad responsible for monitoring intelligence networks in various places. It is equivalent to the KGB within the KGB. In the past, it was only responsible for monitoring Mossad internally, but as the department became larger and larger, its power also became greater and greater, and gradually expanded to monitor the Jude people outside of Israel who had contact with Mossad.
Ram Emmanuel naturally had contact with Mossad. As his influence in Miami grew, Mossad had already placed people around him.
When Mossad realized that the Emmanuel brothers could no longer be saved and that Mossad might be implicated at any time, he immediately ordered Don Smith, who was beside Ram, to be killed.
It turns out that you are also "us"...
Ram Immanuel's eyes gradually lost their luster.
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At this time, the half-hour video on the sky screen had been played. Seeing the mysterious man rescue 71 children on the island, the whole of New York cheered and applauded.
"ASF, As Justice Force!"
"ASF, As Justice Force!"
"ASF, As Justice Force!"
It's like watching a football game, even the slogans have been created.
As for Dr. Jim, who was turned into a human pig, many people even think that the ASF is too merciful and should have burned Dr. Jim's nostrils with hot iron bars, so that he would lose his sense of smell.
"Please be quiet, there's no need to be so excited." Fang Yu, wearing a black robe and a V for Vendetta mask, reappeared on the light curtain.
"Fair New Yorkers, please do not clash with the National Guard."
"I said I don't need the NYPD and the UN to administer justice. I just want a big enough stage for you to see how justice is served."
"Some people say I can't represent justice? Who cares? What I enforce is, of course, my justice. As for what your justice is, I don't care."
"So, for your own safety, please stay where you are and do not engage in conflict with the armed personnel. Just continue to watch."
"Because it's not over yet."
"Now, let's watch another live broadcast. This time it's real-time. Show time!"
The mysterious man on the light curtain snapped his fingers and slowly disappeared from the light curtain.
After a second or two, the image reappeared on the light screen.
Two middle-aged men and women in their fifties appeared on the light curtain, and the surrounding environment was still the Great St. James Island.
Beside them, several strong men in suits and ties were lying.
"Bang!" "Bang!" Two gunshots were heard from a distance, which seemed to have hit the person taking the photo, but the strange thing was that the person taking the photo seemed unaffected at all. He raised the gun in his hand and fired two bursts of shots, killing the two attackers who were dozens of meters away in the head.
This shooting skill is so damn accurate, is he still human?
Not really.
"There are 12 people in total. We've dealt with them all. Now, you're the only ones left."
"Ghislaine Maxwell, Jeffrey Applestein."
Fang Yu's voice after voice change came out from the T800's speaker.
"Or should I call you—Sandpiper and Shrew, senior agents of Mossad's 'World'?"
(End of this chapter)
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