I am the only one who practices magic: I practice magic in the city

Chapter 332: The main culprit seems to have not been dealt with yet (6389)

"Who gave you permission to open fire? You can expect to be court-martialed!"

Andrew Cuomo snatched the walkie-talkie from NYNG commander Major General Raymond Shields, his heart pounding.

The bald Major General Raymond Shields was bewildered, with his eyes wide open, and then he suddenly realized why these three guys had volunteered to carry out this mission.

Andrew Cuomo now deeply regrets agreeing to "their" request to send the National Guard to the scene to impose martial law.

"They" actually infiltrated the National Guard to this extent!
He knew that his career was over.

The Cuomo family’s two generations of rule over New York will end in his hands!
"Mr. Governor, NYNG-AR-706 firing missiles at the UN is an act of treason."

"AR-706 still had four Hellfires that had not been launched. Based on the principle of self-defense and to avoid greater casualties, AR-703 and 705 decided to shoot them down, which was in line with the circumstances stipulated in the ROE (Rules of Engagement)."

The calm voice of the AR-703 driver came from the walkie-talkie, and to Como, there seemed to be a hint of arrogance and ridicule in the voice.

"What the hell!!!!" Cuomo slammed the walkie-talkie to the ground.

"Poor Dylan."

Seeing the fireball blooming a few hundred meters away, the driver of the Apache numbered NYNG-AR-703 sighed, but there was not much sympathy in his tone.

"Have some pity on those kids, Herman. We are all accomplices, accomplices! Oy vey~ We will all be brought to justice!"

The pained voice of another AH-64 Apache pilot came over the radio.

"Come on, Field." The pilot named Herman snorted, "Dylan Anderson launched missiles at the UN. We just saved the country in an emergency. We are heroes of Miami."

"May God forgive us..." Field was silent for a moment, looking at the chaotic crowd below, muttering to himself.

The two helicopters circled in the sky for a few more circles, and the smoke in the square slowly dissipated. From the sky, one could see that there was nothing on the ground except two large craters caused by the missiles.

"NYNG-AR-703 and NYNG-AR-705 have been confirmed on site. Are they returning? Are they returning?" Herman asked his superior through the secret communication channel.

Before his upline could reply, Herman heard Field's voice in the channel.

"Herman, something seems... wrong..."

No? What's wrong? Herman looked down again and saw that there were indeed only two big holes. Nothing was wrong.

"The eight light screens are still there!" Field exclaimed.

Oh, right, the light curtain.

The light curtain is still there! ?
Herman took a closer look and all his muscles tensed up.

It’s really still there!

It is the same now as it was just now!

Where did the ASF put the projection equipment?

The high-explosive warhead of the Hellfire missile can produce an explosion with a TNT equivalent of 10 kilograms. In this open urban terrain, the killing radius is at least meters. Even the bulletproof curtain wall of the UN's main entrance was affected. How could the holographic projection equipment not be damaged?

Where on earth had he put the equipment?
At this moment, he heard a strange yet familiar voice coming from the headphones on his head, and the figure of ASF seemed to appear on the light screen in front of him.

When the ASF appeared above the light curtain, even though they were six or seven hundred meters in the air, they seemed to be able to hear the shouts of the people below.

"ASF, As Justice Force!"

"ASF, As Justice Force!"

……

At this moment, they also saw and heard the ASF's finger stretched toward the sky, and the words spoken by this mysterious person.

"You really are a bunch of scum. If that's the case, then go die!"

On the ground, everyone saw that the two helicopters that had just fired missiles at their companions were quickly flying towards each other.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Herman and Field screamed in terror and pulled the joystick desperately, but the control system of the plane seemed to have completely failed and rushed straight towards each other!

The two Apaches collided without any avoidance at an altitude of six or seven hundred meters above the East River!
"boom!"

There was a violent explosion and a fireball exploded over the East River!

The reason why the last explosion caused casualties among the onlookers was that the downed helicopter was about to escape and had already flown outside the martial law area. Coupled with the splash effect of the explosion, the casualties were naturally not small.

However, this time the explosion occurred over the Ister River, just east of the UN Square, and the blocks to the west had already been cleared by the National Guard. Although this explosion was more violent than the previous one, no debris fell among the crowd.

But the crowds standing closer could still feel the heat and shock waves coming towards them.

In addition to the helicopter's own fuel explosion, the explosion also detonated 14 Hellfire missiles carried by the two aircraft, equivalent to 140 kilograms of TNT.

"OMG!"

"ASF! Great job!"

"We need the truth!"

"You're a superhero!"

"We shouldn't kill them so quickly! We should let them stand trial! Let everyone see their true colors!"

……

Obama held the microphone and watched the images on TV. When he saw that ASF and the group of children were still alive, he felt relieved at first, but then his heart sank again.

It is indeed a good thing that ASF did not die and the child did not die, but this may not be the case for Miami.

But no matter what, I don't need to face such a difficult choice like the trolley problem.

"You can see what's happening from your Upper East Side apartment, right? Sir Grispan," Obama said sarcastically. "Your bad decisions have ruined 'your' future."

"Congratulations, you sinner from 'your side'. Oh, can we also call you the modern-day Bar Kochba?"

Bar Kochba was the leader of "them" who launched a foolish rebellion against the Roman Empire nearly two thousand years ago. It was his foolishness that completely led to "them" being scattered across the Yuya continent for a thousand years.

For two thousand years, Bar Kokhba had always had a very negative image within "their" nation and was called a "sinner."

But in the past few decades, with the awakening of “their” national consciousness, many young groups have begun to whitewash Bar Kochba, treating him as “their” national hero.

Obama was once a law professor at Gotham University and served as editor-in-chief of the school magazine, Harvard Law Review. He is familiar with all kinds of anecdotes.

But in the eyes of Grispan's generation, Bar Kokhba is still a stupid and reckless "sinner".

Grispan was wheezing like an old bellows, and it was clear that Obama's comparison to Bar Kochba had really stung the ninety-year-old monster's deepest fears.

After catching his breath for a long time, Grispan's voice finally came from the phone: "Hey, 'we' will not perish, and we will not fail! This is not the most difficult situation 'we' have faced in thousands of years! 'We' are God's chosen people, and people like you will never understand our greatness!"

"Do you think we will really lose? Even if the evidence is still there, what can it do? If that stupid ASF didn't kill the two pilots and get their testimony, it might still cause us some trouble. But now they are dead. Fufufu, the ASF really did us a big favor."

"All the evidence now is presented by that inexplicable and damnable light curtain in the sky."

"ASF is stupid, and the public is even more stupid than ASF. With the strength shown by ASF, it seems to be more in line with the setting of the protagonist of conspiracy theories than 'us'. Huhuhuhu."

"All of this was staged by the vicious anti-Qiukongbu organization ASF, just to frame 'us'. Do you think anyone will believe it?"

"Are you still determined to risk the division of Mai Country by cutting ties with 'us'? Your Excellency the Grand Commander?"

"I'm already ninety years old. I'm tired of talking so much. I don't want to communicate with someone with low cognitive ability like you anymore. I'm going to take a nap."

"When I wake up, the world will remain the same as before."

"Goodbye, Your Excellency the Great Commander, huhuhuhu."

Obama listened to Grisham's vicious curses on the phone with an expressionless face, and the muscles on his face twitched occasionally.

After the other party hung up the phone, Obama still had no expression. After half a minute, Obama suddenly smiled.

This old guy who has been scheming all his life is finally afraid now.
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The smoke in the sky cleared, and the face of ASF appeared again above the light curtain.

"I saw some comments on FB saying they should be kept alive to testify against Mossad."

The ASF on the light screen let out a low laugh.

"You still don't understand what I said before."

"I don't need you to believe who is behind this. I am just enforcing my own justice."

"Whether you believe it or not, whether the law can convict Israel and these scums, has nothing to do with me. I am just doing what I should do as a human being."

"No matter how much evidence there is, there will always be people who muddy the waters and whitewash the evidence, and a considerable number of people with low cognitive abilities will believe these whitewashes."

"I can even imagine that some scumbags have already started to fabricate articles on Facebook, Twitter, and news media that ASF deliberately framed 'them', and even accused ASF of directing and acting in the drama, and that ASF, with such powerful technical capabilities, is the mastermind behind it."

"But none of this matters to me, because I don't care what you think of 'them' or your 'approval'."

“I don’t care if you are incited.”

"I just let you watch how I punish these bastards!"

"Their behavior has far exceeded the bottom line of my tolerance for human evil, so I must punish them and let everyone know so that they will be hesitant if they want to do similar evil again. It's that simple."

"There are also some self-important people who questioned me on Facebook about what authority I had to punish them."

“To these people, my answer is.”

"Because I want to, and I can." (This sentence is very touching when it is changed into English)

"Now, the whole play is almost over. The ending was interrupted for a while by the farce directed by Mossad, but it didn't have much impact."

"There is no way 'they' will escape this doomed punishment."

In the sky, the light screen changed and the perspective switched back to Great St. James Island.

Great St. James is in the same time zone as Manhattan, but because of the latitude, it was completely dark at this time, but everyone could still clearly see that Ghislaine and Abstern were tied up tightly with two ropes in the light curtain. Ghislaine had blood at the corner of his mouth, and it was obvious that he had just been injured.

The mysterious photographer picked up Ghislaine Maxwell and Albert Stern and threw them into the fountain pool that was being built on the island.

The fountain pool is not big and is located not far from the door of that devilish operating room.

The mysterious man found two red barrels over one meter high from somewhere, carried one in each hand, came to the fountain pool, unscrewed the four lids on the two barrels, and poured all the liquid in them into the fountain pool.

Most adults in Miami who were watching the screen or live broadcast recognized it immediately.

gasoline!

That's two standard 52-gallon (200-liter) oil drums!
In addition to an oil outlet, each barrel also has an air inlet to facilitate pouring out gasoline.

"What are you going to do? No! No! You can tell me anything you want to know. I can be a tainted witness! I can testify against anyone you ask me to!"

Absterne and Ghislain were so frightened that they peed their pants when they smelled the strong smell of gasoline.

Fang Yu looked through the eyes of T800 and thought, well, this little impurity will not affect combustion.

"Our contact person in Mossad is 'Kasa', who is now Ronan Carlberg, the third person in Mossad..."

"...Also, if you are interested in the Crichtons' affairs, I can tell you! Before, they..."

"...No, no, no, please don't, I know a lot of important secrets, such as..."

……

The audience watching the live broadcast were simply numb, it was so fucking exciting.

All kinds of secrets of big shots kept coming out of Absterne and Ghislain's mouths, but the mysterious man acted as if he didn't hear them and continued to pour gasoline into the fountain pool steadily.

"No, don't kill me!!!" Abstein and Ghislain burst into tears. They had no idea why this mysterious man did this.

Except for Mossad, anyone who kidnapped them would try every means to save their lives. The secrets in their hearts are so valuable that they are a treasure that cannot be ignored by any force.

But this mysterious man in black ignored everything they said and just focused on pouring gasoline. This nonchalant attitude made them collapse several times in a short period of time.

"Don't kill me, really don't kill me, you misunderstood, I'm not the mastermind, Jeffrey asked me to do everything, I'm just a poor woman who fell in love."

Ghislaine burst into tears and looked at T800 pitifully.

Hearing what Ghislaine said, Abstein was shocked and angry. He was originally thinking about how to put the blame on Ghislaine, but he didn't expect that the other party would take the lead.

"Don't believe her! This woman is the mastermind. I was recruited into Mossad by her! In fact, I am her subordinate... not me..."

Hearing the two people fighting, T800 said in a low voice: "Haha, now that I know your code names, I know more things."

"None of you is innocent."

After hearing what T800 said, Absterne and Ghislain cried out in despair: "I was wrong! I was really wrong! I shouldn't have helped them do such a thing!"

T800's red eyes flickered: "You don't know you're wrong, you just know you're going to die."

After hearing this, Absterne and Ghislaine became even more desperate, but Fang Yu was shocked.

He was too lazy to pay attention to these two scumbags. He used the Eselon Core to let the small orange model in T800's body automatically reply with this sentence.

Isn’t this answer too awesome?
Huh? When answering this question, the orange model used virtual divination?
Found out by divination?
Somehow, Fang Yu felt as if a certain king's luck had been taken away.

Two large barrels of 400 liters of gasoline were poured into the fountain pool, but they were only two or three centimeters deep.

T800 stood up, turned around and walked a little further away. As he walked, he said, "God has revealed that at the end of the world, the devil will be thrown into the lake of fire and brimstone and burn to ashes forever."

"Go to hell."

After saying that, T800 waved his hand and threw out a ball of fire.
-
Grispan stood in front of the window, looking at the huge light screen several kilometers away. When he saw the mysterious man say the last sentence, he felt as if struck by lightning. His heart twitched involuntarily, his skinny body shook twice, and an abnormal blush appeared on his face.

He himself is a master at manipulating people's hearts. When I heard ASF say that he didn't care whether others believed it was "they" who did it, I knew it was not good.

Human hearts are like this. I don’t care whether you believe it or not, but you will be more inclined to believe it.

And now, this mysterious man on Great St. James Island dealt with Abstein and Ghislaine in such a symbolic way that it just hit the focus of most white people in Miami.

In other words, this mysterious man used this method to make these white people completely stand against "them" from the bottom of their hearts!
And these people are the real backbone of Mai Country!
Even if these people were dissatisfied with "them" before, they were not extremely dissatisfied. Under "their" moral coercion, it was impossible for them to publicly express their dissatisfaction with "them".

But now, everything is different.

He seemed to have seen on the light curtain hanging high in the sky that the network of public opinion for moral kidnapping that they had painstakingly woven had been torn to pieces!

What will happen in the future?
Grispan felt his heart twitching more and more violently. He covered his chest in pain and wanted to call the nurse, but then he remembered that he had already sent the nurse downstairs to keep it secret.

"Annie..." Grispan tried to shout for help, but found that he couldn't shout at all.

Grispan could no longer hold on and collapsed on the carpet, opening and closing his mouth but no sound came out.
-
As the flames in the light curtain went out, the camera turned back to the ASF.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening, and it was dawn on the other side of the earth. I saw various notifications pop up on my phone, and eight out of ten were about this matter.

Therefore, those who have some technical skills started to look for ways and began to watch live broadcasts.

"Well, this show is basically over here. As for these children, you see, they are not with me, but with..."

The scene quickly faded and transformed, eventually becoming a very modern decorated... restaurant?
Or a cafeteria?

Dozens of children were feasting in the restaurant. Several of them looked so full that their stomachs were already full, but they were still trying hard to stuff more food into their stomachs.

The person responsible for maintaining order was a little boy who looked about six or seven years old.

There is no mysterious ASF around.

When the camera zooms out, the entire building comes into view.

"Madison Library!"

"It's the Madison Building of the Library of Congress in DC! I've been here!"
-
Madison Library?

Obama stood up from his chair with a somersault.

"Order: DC National Guard! Protect the Madison Library immediately!"

"Order: With Furber as the leader, the Secret Service and the NSA will jointly monitor Capitol Hill, and put it on alert at level one to prevent any suspicious person from approaching these 71 children."

"Order: The White House Office is to prepare temporary accommodation for 71 children in the White House before p.m."

"Order: HHS immediately dispatches five child psychologists and five professional medical examiners to be on standby at all times. All personnel files must be jointly reviewed by Furber, the Secret Service, and West Aye."

"Finally, inform Michelle to come with me to Madison Library immediately. Don't prepare a special car. Prepare two buses. Michelle and I will take one each."

After issuing several orders, Obama looked at his watch and then at the TV, only to see the ASF appear on the screen again.

"Today's show is over. Well, citizens of New York, we have to say goodbye. I feel very sorry for the citizens who were injured or killed today because of Mossad's cruelty. I believe the Miami government will give appropriate compensation to your families."

"Oh, by the way, thank you very much, President Obama, for withstanding the tremendous pressure and not giving in to evil. According to our understanding, most of the people on the list put pressure on you. Under this pressure, you did not lose your humanity and did not authorize the National Guard and Ferbele to open fire without restriction. Frankly speaking, this was a bit beyond my expectation."

Hearing ASF say this, Obama couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This ASF is putting itself on the fire.

It is conceivable that in order to save his life, he will have to fight to the death with these people on the list.

"Goodbye."

After ASF on the light screen said his last goodbye, all the holographic projections in the sky disappeared.

ended?
The audiences on the streets and in front of various screens seemed to be reluctant to leave.

Is it really just to punish these scumbags?
That’s not right. It seems that the main culprits, the Emanuel brothers, have not been dealt with yet.
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Los Santos.

There was a "crash" sound.

Ali Emmanuel turned around in horror and saw that it was his Maine Coon cat that knocked down a branch of the hanging basket behind him. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

How to do?How to do?
There is no way to contact Ram and Zeko at all. Have they run away?
Or has it been controlled?

We must leave quickly!
Maybe in a few minutes, Foberle will come to your door.

It’s better for Foberle to come, just in case it’s Mossad…

Ali Emmanuel quickly packed up his things and took a mobile hard drive with 10,000 bitcoins in it.

Afterwards, Ali Emmanuel quickly used tanning fuel to darken his skin, painted his lips thickly, and put on a hoodie, looking like an otaku from a distance.

Ali Emmanuel was busy when he heard another crash behind him.

He thought it was still the Maine Coon, so he didn't turn around and cursed, "Potter, get away from me!"

With a thud, a heavy object fell to the ground and hit his leg. At the same time, he heard a voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Potter? Harry Potter? Do you want to try the Avada bite of the big melon?"

Ali Emmanuel's heart suddenly tightened and he turned back sharply.

A man covered in a black robe appeared behind him, and the heavy object that had just hit his leg was his younger brother Zeko Imanuel!

"ASF?" Ali Emmanuel's face turned pale.

"who are you?"

Please give me a monthly ticket.

Look at my update time. I’ve worked so hard, why don’t you vote for me?

Knock.

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(End of this chapter)