Demigod Mage in America

Manhattan is undoubtedly cold at night, especially in this unsafe situation.

Catherine, wearing only a thin coat, was stretching her body next to a Lexus.

Today, she is acting as a temporary bodyguard, escorting her employer's daughter home.

As she sat in the car getting colder, she decided to have a few sips of coffee before getting out to move around.

Just as she was holding her coffee and taking small sips, she suddenly heard the sound of police sirens approaching from afar.

One sound... two sounds... three sounds...

More and more sirens blared in my ears, and I could tell they were going extremely fast, whistling past.

Catherine instinctively reached for the intercom, but quickly realized that it wasn't her work hours.

She took out her phone and dialed her colleague's number.

"Jenny, I saw police cars on Madison Avenue. What happened?"

"Robbery?" Catherine was taken aback, then frowned. "Central Park West? Isn't that near my house? Dude, this is terrible."

She recently lost two tenants because they said it wasn't safe for her to live there; now she and Ryan are the only ones living in the entire building.

If she doesn't find a solution, she may face the risk of having her payments cut off.

And now this has happened again...

Ruined!

While Catherine was lost in thought, the 19th inning began.

Raymond had a gloomy expression, and a young Latino was sitting in his office.

"Boss, who is this guy?" the policeman next to him asked, only to be glared at by Raymond and shut up.

"Are you very free? Don't you have anything to do? Do you need me to arrange some more work for you?"

The police officer slunk away.

Raymond took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth but didn't light it. He glanced at the office, then turned and walked towards the monitoring room.

"How is the situation?"

In the monitoring room, everyone was watching a screen intently.

"Boss, the fighting over there is intense, making it difficult for us to get in."

Raymond's expression grew even more unpleasant as he listened to his subordinate's report.

Not long ago, a phone call dragged half of the police force in Manhattan out of bed.

They were forced to get up in the early hours of the morning and arrived at the police station simply because a suspect had taken two hostages.

"SWAT has arrived on the scene?" Raymond asked, a cigarette dangling from his lips, completely ignoring the filter being soaked with saliva.

"Yes, and fighting has already broken out."

Police officers zoomed in on a surveillance video, which showed a tall figure wreaking havoc in the street.

"I'm sure this guy's ruthless. That gray layer he's wearing, is it some kind of latest material bulletproof vest?"

"Are you kidding me? With SWAT's firepower, even body armor is useless."

"Haha, are you trying to tell me this guy is a T-800?"

"Hmph, maybe it's Bruce Wayne? Or maybe a Soviet agent."

"Bro, that's funny. You're not trying to tell me that the ghost is back, are you?"

Raymond couldn't listen anymore. He slammed his hand on the table, instantly freezing the atmosphere in the monitoring room.

"It's working hours now. If you want to chat, you can wait until after get off work."

Everyone fell silent, wondering what had gotten into the sheriff this time. Although they were used to it, their leader was in a bad mood, and unless he was mentally ill, he wouldn't do anything reckless.

In the footage, the tall suspect is forced to retreat under SWAT fire.

The sinister look in Raymond's eyes did not completely disappear.

Because he knew this was just an appetizer; these idiots thought they were facing a normal crime.

He now had only one question in his mind: Who dialed 911? And why, even though it happened on West Street, was the NYPD control center assigned to his jurisdiction?

Logically speaking, it should be the 24th inning, not his 19th inning.

Just as he was thinking this, his cell phone suddenly rang in his pocket.

Raymond walked out of the monitoring room and answered his phone.

A voice that made him somewhat afraid came from the other end of the phone.

"Child, you have disappointed me greatly."

He was silent for a moment, then slowly uttered, "I'm sorry."

After hanging up the phone, he didn't go into the monitoring room. Instead, he turned around and went back to his office, pushed open the door, and returned to his seat to look at the Latino sitting opposite him.

"Looks like you messed up."

"I don't need you to lecture me, Murphy."

The Latino man didn't speak, but just smiled and fiddled with the gold necklace around his neck.

Soon, the police officers from the Ninth Precinct withdrew, and the SWAT team was also arranged to return their vehicles one by one.

As for those two poor bastards, they've been hanging from the streetlights for a while now and aren't dead yet, but they'll probably be soon.

After all, a normal person can't be hung upside down for half an hour.

As he was thinking this, he suddenly heard someone next to him say something.

"Boss, it seems Catherine has rushed into the battlefield."

Upon hearing this, his buttocks, which had just sat down, bounced up again.

"What the hell is going on?!"

The Latino Murphy lit a cigar, took a puff, and exhaled a smoke ring: "Why don't you hand her over to me? I'll teach her a lesson. We're short on supplies lately, and there's that big guy too."

Raymond scoffed, "Enough. You're just asking for trouble."

"What's so special about that? You've even sent the mayor's wife there, what else wouldn't you dare to do?"

Raymond's face was contorted with rage as he placed his hand on the edge of the desk drawer.

"You're not planning to use that gun against me, are you? Don't forget Raymond, how you got your position, how your father got his position."

He had already bitten the cigarette in half, leaving only the butt in his mouth.

"Keep your hands and feet clean." After saying that, he sat down in the chair, closed his eyes, and looked like a defeated general.

But Murphy, sitting opposite him, laughed, a very happy laugh.

He couldn't speak for other places, but in this area, Murphy still had a lot of influence.

However, he is also having a headache now. Who was that mysterious visitor who came out of nowhere yesterday?

Even though there are people in the surveillance footage, no matter what technology he uses, he can't see their faces.

Sometimes, even their silhouettes are hard to spot.

He killed one of his men, and to avoid alerting the enemy, he had to swallow his pride and accept defeat, allowing David to take over.

However, he still managed to obtain some information by utilizing the connections he had cultivated.

That's with this policewoman. She's been getting involved in supernatural events lately, so maybe he can get some clues from her.

And it's time to show others what happens if they dare touch Murphy's stuff.

Murphy was furious at the thought of losing $300,000 for no reason.

He made a phone call, signaling his men to begin the operation.

"Keep your hands and feet clean."

At this moment, Catherine's face was ashen because she discovered that her house had been shot at, with shards of glass everywhere! This was why she rushed in.

This group of people fought until they came right up to her doorstep!

Catherine angrily parked the car at the entrance.

She wasn't crazy. The reason she dared to come back was because she knew that Ryan was on the second floor, and that he would definitely be able to help her.

Her house is much safer than outside!

So after dropping off her employer's daughter, she ran home without looking back.