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Chapter 57 The Survivor【Please recommend for collection】

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Accompanied by the sound of rapid brakes, Detective Zhou drove the car to a precise stop at the entrance of the bar.

"FBI, tell me about the bar?"

Get out of the car, took out his ID and signaled to the supporting police around him.

"A patrolman entered the bar."

Glancing at the ID in Detective Zhou's hand, a policeman who came to support him hurriedly said.

"Didn't I already notify that no one is allowed to act without authorization?"

Hearing the city policeman's answer, Amanda couldn't help frowning.

If her judgment is not wrong, the abnormality that happened in the bar is likely to be inseparable from supernatural events. In the wolf girl incident in Texas, the memory of the policeman's death in the small town is still vivid. Amanda Naturally, I don't want to see such a tragedy happen again.

"I know, sir, we actually told the patrol on the radio, but..."

Facing Amanda's questioning, the New York City police officer in charge of maintaining order showed a helpless expression on his face.

The disadvantage brought by the complex police system is the uncontrollable nature of the police force, especially in an international metropolis like New York City, where the urban police agency takes care of almost everything in the entire city area, including patrolling, traffic, public security, detection, etc. Important tasks, heavy tasks naturally require more manpower to maintain.

This also leads to the intricacies within the city police.

Amanda, who came from the same police system, quickly understood the meaning of the city police's words.

"I need to know what's going on in the bar."

Without dwelling on the issue of the patrolman, Detective Zhou quickly brought the topic back to the current situation.

"We have followed the instructions and immediately blocked the vicinity of the bar, but so far, we have not seen anyone coming out of the bar."

"What about the emergency call?"

Detective Zhou did not forget that the police notice mentioned the emergency call from the bar.

"We tried calling back, but the call didn't go through again..."

Shaking his head, the urban police expressed pessimism about what happened to the owner who made the call.

The New York City Police Department has been trying to contact the phone in the bar, but there has been no response.

In such a situation, in the eyes of the police, there is only one possibility.

That means the caller has been killed.

"..."

Hearing the city police's answer, Amanda's breathing became a little heavy. This is the second time she has seen victims in a supernatural incident.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the bar.

Amanda took a deep breath, put her hand on the pistol at her waist, and prepared to enter it.

Noticing Amanda's movements, Detective Zhou's eyes fluctuated slightly, and he took out his pistol with the same expressionless expression.

"Let the surrounding police continue to maintain vigilance."

Bowing his head and explaining to the city police in charge of security, Detective Zhou followed Amanda's footsteps and walked towards the bar.

"You look a little nervous."

Walking beside Amanda, Detective Zhou clearly noticed the heavy breathing and serious expression on his face.

"Because, this time, what we encounter may be real supernatural events, not the fake ones before."

"That's not exactly what we at BSI do."

Clenching the pistol in his hand, Detective Zhou replied silently.

"Yes."

In response, Amanda murmured.

Bang!

After a brief conversation, the two returned their attention to the task in front of them again.

Amanda held the gun in her hand and walked towards the entrance of the bar step by step. Behind the two, the city policeman in charge of security maintenance couldn't help but hold his breath, his eyes followed the movements of the two of them bit by bit. of the mobile.

Coming to the door of the bar, Amanda looked at the closed bar door in front of her, took a deep breath, and stretched out her hand to open it.

The next moment, the door suddenly opened.

Detective Zhou, who was behind Amanda, subconsciously raised the muzzle of his gun.

"Wait a moment!"

Quickly reaching out to stop Agent Zhou from shooting, Amanda looked at the figure coming out of the bar and said.

"Should be a survivor."

Facing Amanda's stop, the expression on Agent Zhou's face hesitated for a moment, and then he slightly moved the muzzle of the gun in his hand. He followed Amanda's gaze to look at the figure, with a bit of surprise on his silent face. expression.

The figure coming out of this bar was the owner of the bar whom the two had met and investigated not long ago.

……

"Hey, watch your way, idiot!"

On the streets of downtown New York, there was a piercing sound of horns.

Inside the car, a grumpy white man cursed at the clown who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Standing in the middle of the interchange, Arthur looked at the bustling bustling scene around him, as well as the curious or disdainful gazes cast by all kinds of pedestrians on the side of the road, and opened his arms in a gesture of hugging.

Hearing the white man's chattering curses, Arthur took out the pistol he got from the patrolman without hesitation, and fired a shot at him.

boom!
The bullet pierced through the window of the windshield of the car, hit the opponent's stomach, splashed a lot of blood and stained the steering wheel red.

"what!"

"Damn it, run, run."

"Gun, someone fired."

Faced with the clown who shot without warning, the people on the street suddenly fell into a huge panic. They screamed and ran around, fearing that they would become the next target of the clown.

Boom, boom!
Accompanied by the fleeing people, a large number of cars rear-ended and made deafening crashes.

In just a few seconds, the orderly traffic in the city center disappeared, and screams came and went.

Looking at the chaotic scene around him, Arthur under the clown mask let out a cheerful laugh.

He stepped on the shards of glass all over the floor and stepped on the hood of the car.

Staring at the white man in the car who cursed him not long ago, he turned his head and scanned the chaotic scene around him, raised his gun and pulled the trigger again.

Bang, bang!
Two loud gunshots brought the surrounding streets to a brief standstill.

"Now, everyone is starting to notice me."

Under the terrified eyes of everyone, Arthur danced briskly on the car, and sharp laughter spread into everyone's ears.

"Then, let's revel together and bring laughter to this indifferent world, haha, hahahaha..."

As Arthur's words fell, the smile on his red clown mask seemed to grow happier.

"Haha, hahahaha!"

Around the street, one or two pedestrians who were terrified by the shooting incident couldn't help laughing wildly.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Hahahahahaha..."

They forgot their fear, forgot their fear, and fell into the ocean of joy with the clown amidst laughter.

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