thefictionvixens Chapter 58 The Mexican Gang is Annihilated
Chapter 58 The Mexican Gang is Annihilated
Chapter 58 The Mexican Gang is Annihilated
"Daddy, that police officer on TV is so handsome!"
The adorable little girl Mindy sat in a fast food restaurant, pointing at Lee Eun on the TV and shouting at her father across the table.
It must be said that Lee Eun looks very photogenic, especially with the backdrop of a factory belching thick smoke and bloodstains on the ground.
The occasional appearance of police officers dragging corpses in the frame further enhances the image's rugged, battlefield-hardened presence.
Moreover, although his facial features are strong, his Eastern heritage adds a touch of softness, making him even more attractive.
Regardless of age, everyone was deeply attracted by this face.
Even the waitresses who were pouring coffee for customers were standing there in a daze.
Damon stared blankly at the television, his head tilted up.
The message that Lee En had just conveyed to all the people of New York via television was still echoing in my ears.
The special forces will fight criminals and protect the people.
Ah—this thought had been burning in Damon's heart long before he chose the police academy, but it had long been buried by the darkness within the system.
Hearing Li En bring it up again, Damon felt somewhat dazed.
My memories of my time at the police academy and my grand ambitions after becoming a police officer involuntarily surfaced in my mind.
Back then, he was just as energetic and handsome.
Yes, Damon believes he was just as handsome ten years ago, and his daughter Mindy is the proof.
If he weren't as handsome as Li En, how could he have given birth to such a lovely daughter as Mindy?
"Daddy, what's a special forces team?" Mindy asked curiously.
Right now, on the live television broadcast, Li En is inviting those who are capable of maintaining order in New York to join the special forces and fight alongside them.
Damon responded softly, "It looks like a special team that fights criminals."
Judging from the skull pattern shown by Lee En, everyone can associate it with the Keener Bar case.
With the ruins of a Mexican factory in the background, it's easy to guess the mission's role.
But has this team actually received approval?
Are there any issues with the paperwork?
No, there must be something wrong, otherwise Officer Lee Eun wouldn't keep emphasizing patrols and self-defense.
In other words, this young police officer acted first and informed the officer later.
Submitting a report will absolutely not grant permission to attack Mexican gangs.
This is not just a matter of one gang; it involves far too many things.
Now, it's done, and a reporter from the New York Gazette is broadcasting it live.
The system had no choice but to accept it reluctantly and try to absorb the reputation points first.
As for whether the special forces team will encounter any trouble later on—
That's for sure.
They might even be sold directly to gangs by the police in exchange for the stability of New York's underworld.
Damon picked up his coffee, gulped it down, and gave a mocking sneer.
Good people like Officer Li En occasionally appear in the system.
But ultimately, none of them will have a good outcome.
He himself is an example.
"Daddy, can we join?" Mindy asked, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Li En on TV.
It's clear that she's very interested in Li En.
Despite his young age, he has a lot of ideas.
Seeing his daughter's adoring expression, Damon felt a pang of annoyance and muttered, "Join?"
"It's questionable whether that special forces team will even survive until the end of the election."
"Mexican gangs aren't just a few factories in the suburbs; they're backed by entire Mexican drug cartels, not to mention their elite forces are all in the city."
"Most of the people in the factory are petty thugs, mainly transporting smuggled goods, as well as people who have fled from Mexico."
"The actual combat personnel are all still safe and sound in the city."
"How could a small special forces team of just a few people possibly be a match for them?"
Damon is an excellent detective who has deduced many things based on the information available.
The number of members in the special forces team was no more than three, and they were likely just impulsive young people acting on impulse.
The area outside the city is a territory tacitly divided by the gangs, and there wouldn't be any heavy firepower or combat personnel there.
The strongholds in the city are different; the competition here is already fierce.
There are also many overly excited guys and lunatics; how could we possibly hold them off without some firepower?
"Daddy, is that the Mexican gang you mentioned in town?"
Mindy's excited voice interrupted Damon's thoughts.
Inside the restaurant, gasps of astonishment filled the air.
"Where is that?" Damon followed Mindy's little hand and looked at the TV.
In the video, a man with a buzz cut has blood all over his face, his hands gripping a shotgun tightly. His bulletproof vest has a white skull pattern on its chest, which is covered in blood.
This is different from Lee Eun's previous interviews.
The man in the picture now has a menacing look on his face. Even through the screen, you can make eye contact with him and feel a chill run down your spine.
"Excuse me, are you a police officer?"
The New York Gazette reporter covering the event was a beautiful blonde with blue eyes.
She stood before Frank, who was covered in blood, the stench of blood filling her nostrils, and her voice trembled as she spoke.
There's no way around it, this guy looks like a killing god no matter how you look at him!
Frank, expressionless, said to the camera, "I am Frank, the deputy captain of the Manhattan Precinct Special Operations Unit."
"Please rest assured, citizens, I have eliminated all the criminals."
After Frank finished reciting the lines Li En had given him, he felt extremely uncomfortable and strode towards the black SUV, opening the car door.
The blond reporter didn't dare to stop him and could only watch helplessly as he left.
Just now, when Frank passed by her, a wave of heat hit her face, and the reporter couldn't help but shiver.
It wasn't until the roar of the car engine started and Frank drove away that she came to her senses, pointed at the building in front of her, her voice excited and her fingers trembling.
"Citizens, look!"
"This is the famous Paradise Group building!"
"Frank, the deputy captain of the special forces, just said that he has eliminated all the criminals inside!"
As she spoke, she gestured to the cameraman, and the two prepared to enter the building to film.
But just then, officers from the New York Police Department arrived and began to cordon off the area, preventing anyone from entering.
The blond reporter was a little disappointed; if he hadn't been lost in thought for a moment, he definitely could have rushed in and filmed the scene.
Even though the footage only showed the hall, there were already more than a dozen corpses lying there, with blood flowing everywhere.
Even Damon, who considered himself well-traveled, was shocked by the sight, let alone the other citizens.
"Daddy, they're amazing!" Mindy didn't feel uncomfortable like the other diners when they saw the corpses on the ground.
Instead, she shouted excitedly at Damon.
"Yeah, those kids are awesome."
Damon finished his coffee in one gulp, but his mouth still felt a little dry.
He looked down at the empty cup, a question echoing in his mind.
How about you try joining the special forces?
Inside a mysterious building, in a special room.
The bald man who had previously helped Li En burn several tons of drugs stood with his hands crossed in front of him, his body upright.
His gaze fell upon the bald, one-eyed man in front of him, and he waited quietly for the man to read the report.
Snapped.
"Fuck you!" the dark-skinned, bald, one-eyed man cursed, pointing at Li En's face on the laptop screen and angrily saying, "A top graduate of the police academy, you don't even know how to dispose of drugs? Burn them? Fuck!"
This man, who constantly spouts "fuck" and "ma-za," is none other than Nick Fury, the current director of the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency (SHLA), also known as SHLA.
The bald man standing next to him was Phil Coulson, a Level 7 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.
He was already used to his bureau chief's foul language, and his expression remained calm.
After Nick Fury finished his tirade, he looked at the files on Lee En and Frank with admiration in his single eye.
"This guy is a real talent."
"He single-handedly took down hundreds of people, especially this Li En, who was not injured in any of the three operations."
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files had already compiled Lee En's port operation, warehouse operation, and Amick Group operation.
Compared to Frank's blood-soaked appearance, Lee's clean-cut look clearly made him appear more at ease and more like a secret agent.
It has to be said that even within S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury couldn't imagine how many people could reach the level of these two.
Killing all the gangsters isn't difficult; even a few top-notch field agents could do it.
But the problem is, how many top field agents does the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. have?
Every single one of them is a top human talent.
I'm on missions all year round, and I don't even have time to take a vacation.
And yet, two such talented individuals had emerged in the small Manhattan Police Department—how could he not be tempted?
"The whole family is dead, the killer is a superhuman, codenamed Purple Man, how wonderful, damn it."
Upon hearing this, Agent Phil's eyebrows twitched twice.
However, he did not comment on Frank.
He raised his head and looked at Phil with one eye, remaining silent.
The two of them, each with three eyes, stared at each other for a long time.
More than ten minutes later, Phil couldn't help but speak up.
"Director, our duty is to protect the Earth and humanity, and to counter terrorism and respond to unconventional threats."
"Both officers are indeed excellent, but they are the guardians of New York City right now."
To be honest, Phil also thought the two of them were very talented and shouldn't have been stuck in that small place in Manhattan.
Only on an international stage like S.H.I.E.L.D. can one unleash their full potential.
But on his way to the base today, he witnessed many New Yorkers weeping with joy.
These people were oppressed by gangsters, and may even have been trafficked.
As an international organization, S.H.I.E.L.D. cannot take action against a single country, let alone a single city.
Phil believes that New York needs these two exceptionally capable officers more than the still well-functioning S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Guardian? This guy named Li En burned a large amount of drugs in the city center. What's the difference between that and a terrorist attack?"
"If it weren't for you being there, and our department's equipment, half the city's residents would be addicted to drugs by now!"
Nick Fury stood up and criticized Lee's behavior.
"But most of New York City residents are drug addicts, aren't they?" Phil blurted out instinctively.
"What the hell did you say?!" Nick's eyes widened; he hadn't expected Phil to talk back!
However, he soon understood why, because Li En's current performance was comparable to that of Phil's idol, Captain America.
Especially in front of the camera just now, that sunny and hopeful look was exactly the same.
However, Nick and Phil had different opinions. Although they hadn't met Lee face to face, their intuition warned them that Lee was definitely not a Captain America.
If Lee En were that kind of person, he would never have considered recruiting people into S.H.I.E.L.D.
This isn't a place for a sunny, outgoing young man.
Nick walked up to Phil, and the two glared at each other again.
After a moment, Nick continued, "These two have gotten themselves into big trouble. We've got people watching them."
"They saved them when they were about to die."
"Yes, Chief," Phil replied immediately.
If the two men really can't withstand the New York gangsters and other forces, they're on the verge of death.
It would be good to rescue them and have them join S.H.I.E.L.D.
At least firstly, it would save his life, and secondly, it would allow him to continue using his skills.
Phil turned and left.
Nick Fury returned to his desk, glanced at the two men's files one last time, and clicked close.
Actually, he would have preferred to have Phil invite the two of them directly.
But as the other side said, New York is a ticking time bomb right now, and we can't afford to make any rash moves.
Moreover, he had a more important plan than recruiting agents.
He opened a folder on his laptop.
The name on it reads: The Avengers Project.
Nick had a feeling that he had to get the plan started as soon as possible.
He swiped the screen, and on the screen was a small team moving forward in the snow and ice.