Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

He didn't dare to get angry.

I could only retreat to the back.

The mayor said nothing but walked over to George's side.

Seeing George writing a resignation letter, he reached out, snatched the letter, and tore it up cleanly.

"George, are you going to desert?"

The mayor of New York City.

He is a middle-aged man with a calm face.

His hairstyle is meticulous and his eyes are bright.

He is intimidating without being angry, and his face is full of majesty.

Pierre McGill.

A soldier and an outstanding politician.

A solid background and a bright future.

At the same time, he is also George's good friend and his superior in the army.

It is because of this that George was able to go from a small detective to the chief of police station.

The relationship between the two is very close.

Pierre McGill helped George get promoted.

George helped Pierre McGill maintain law and order in New York.

However, in recent times.

There has been too much violence in New York City.

This not only undermines the dignity of the police.

This also led political opponents to point the finger at Pierre McGill, who had promoted George.

However, so far no newspaper has dared to name the mayor and say that it is his responsibility, and even fewer have blamed George.

All are not fools.

Know that the police have done their best.

This is all because under George's previous management, New York was indeed a relatively safe metropolis and had accumulated very deep connections with people.

In addition, citizens will also compare themselves with each other.

Compared to Chicago, Detroit, and Miami, New York is much better.

But sooner or later, that recognition will wear off.

This situation must be changed before this recognition is exhausted.

George was silent for a moment.

He looked up at his friend, the mayor of New York City, Pierre McGill.

"Pierre!" George's eyes were deep. "I don't want to be a deserter. I have tried my best."

Pierre McGill suddenly held George's shoulder and said, "No, you didn't try your best.

It was you who destroyed the Mafia family, and it was you who successfully allowed the citizens of New York to travel safely. You haven't even tried your best, so why are you giving up? "

George fell into silence again, and at this moment a call came from the radio next to him.

"Code 1173, Mr. Chief, a bank has been robbed in Brooklyn.

There was a gunfight between the robbers and the Italian security guards guarding the bank!"

The police in New York have a whole code system.

When the code is spoken, it represents the urgency of the situation.

1173 means that all police officers who hear the call must put down their current tasks and provide support immediately. This is the most urgent call code.

Pierre McGill picked up the radio and held it in the air. "George, you don't have to prove anything to me or anyone else. You have to prove to yourself that time has not tempered your courage. You are still the madman who dared to hold the Mafia godfather and detonate the detonator!"

George took the radio, stood up and saluted.

"Yes, sir."

"Louder, I can't hear you."

"I said yes, sir!"

Chapter 33 Fisk’s little trick!

"Sir, I'm sorry, the service is temporarily suspended.

If you have any business to handle, you can come to the bank tomorrow. We will open at 10 am.

Until 7pm.

During this period, you can come and handle your business. ”

The manager on duty looked at the crowd of people walking in from outside and thought to himself that something was wrong.

Step forward immediately.

The closing time for today has been advanced by half an hour.

At the same time, he reached out and pressed the alarm in his pocket.

However, he didn't have time to finish his words.

The big foot had already kicked him on the chest.

The hard-soled leather shoes were in close contact with his ribs through a layer of flesh and skin.

The sound of breaking bones echoed in the bright hall.

The manager on duty screamed and fell backwards.

Until he fell heavily to the ground.

Even the security guard in the distance knew that something was wrong, no matter how slow he was to react.

However, the pistol at his waist never had a chance to escape from the holster.

Because the bullet had penetrated his chest and head.

One shot to the heart, one shot to the head.

Accurate and deadly, without any delay.

Benjamin's cheeks were swollen and he walked out from the gunmen with squinting eyes.

He could clearly feel that in the crowd behind him, an invisible gun had been accurately locked on the back of his head, and his life would come to an end at Fisk's command.

Benjamin wanted to run.

But, Yasuo Mina is still in Fisk's hands.

This made him afraid to act rashly.

He had many women and many illegitimate children.

But my favorite is Yasuo Mina.

The two can be considered childhood sweethearts.

Especially on Yasuo Mina.

That mature scholarly aura made Benjamin unable to stop and let go.

This is why, even at the most critical moment.

The reason why Benjamin wanted to take Yasuo Mina with him.

He pulled the bolt and fired a shot at the ceiling.

"Do it!"

He yelled the word in Irish.

In an instant, the robbers around him began to "rob the bank" in an orderly manner as if they had received some orders.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The sound of bullets piercing the air echoed in everyone's ears, and they had no intention of leaving anyone alive.

Even though some security guards had already laid prone on the ground with their guns, they were still subjected to execution-style executions by the gunmen.

Blood flowed out from the wound and quickly gathered on the ground.

There was a sweet smell in the air, which made people feel a little pungent, but more of a nauseating feeling.

Benjamin picked up the duty manager from the ground.

Pull out the key card hidden under his collar on his chest.

If you want to open the door of the underground vault, it is impossible without this key card.

But beyond that, the duty manager is also important.

He used his door card to swipe open the passage.

Benjamin walked in first.

The robbers behind him followed closely.

The clerks behind the counter had already fled.

However, they pressed the silent alarm before leaving.

But what they don’t know is.

Even if they didn't press the button, the robbers who had already entered behind the counter would press it for them.