American Comics: When the Police Comes to Knock on the Door

"Yesterday, another suicide terrorist attack occurred in London, England. The attack killed at least 5 people and injured 10 people to varying degrees. As of now, no organization has claimed responsibility for this attack. The recent frequent global Sexual terror attacks appear to be spreading"

Richard frowned while watching the TV in the fast food restaurant. He turned to Sitwell and asked, "What's going on lately? Terrorist attacks have been happening one after another. There's no news from your S.H.I.E.L.D. "?"

Sitwell swallowed the food in his mouth, took a sip of coffee and said: "No, it is still unclear which organization planned the attack. This attack is a bit strange."

"By the way, I'm planning to propose recently, what's the point?" Richard casually glanced out the window as he spoke. He stopped talking and his eyes were attracted by an Asian man.

The man was shouting into his mobile phone and was very emotional. When he put down his mobile phone, he hurriedly ran towards the police officer patrolling the street. He tapped the police officer on the shoulder from behind, which scared the police officer. As soon as the officer jumped, the officer turned around, pointed his pistol at the man, and shouted at the man.

damn

Richard put down his burger and rushed out.

The two police officers were nervously confronting the man, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands raised.

"Hey I'm Detective Lang from the Justice League, what's going on" Richard yelled and slowly approached showing his badge.

"Detective, this guy suddenly attacked me from behind," one of the officers said.

"Relax, I saw it. He didn't mean it. He probably just came here not long ago. Let me handle it, okay?"

Sitwell also ran over at this time, and he stood beside Richard silently.

The two officers looked at each other and put away their pistols.

"Well, Detective Long, I'm a fan of yours, and I was there on the day of your investiture."

"Thank you, but it's time for you to continue patrolling the streets. Leave the rest to me."

The police officer nodded at Richard and left.

Richard helped the man up. He dusted the man's pants and said, "Don't do this again. It's lucky they didn't shoot."

"Thank you. I was so excited that I got carried away. It scared me to death."

Richard smiled and shook his head and asked: "Tell me, why are you looking for the police?"

The man told the story slowly.

This man’s name is Zhang Yang. He was born in Texas, Shandong Province. He immigrated to the United States with his parents a few years ago. His family is very wealthy. He now lives in Manhattan, but he also invested in an apartment in Brooklyn. Just now, he received a call from the apartment manager, saying that the health staff discovered a bomb in a room in the apartment while cleaning.

The moment he heard the bomb, Richard immediately thought of the global terrorist attack just reported on the news.

After Richard and Sitwell looked at each other, they turned to ask Zhang Yang: "What kind of bomb is it specifically? Who is the tenant of the room? Is the tenant still there?"

Zhang Yang said to Richard awkwardly: "Sorry, detective, I don't know. The daily management is carried out by the apartment manager."

Richard frowned and said, "Give me the address of the apartment first."

After asking for the apartment address, Richard called 911 and notified the counter-terrorism unit. Then he drove Sitwell and Zhang Yang to the vicinity of the apartment.

Richard and Sitwell took Zhang Yang into the command vehicle on the street.

"Detective, what's going on now?" the head of the counter-terrorism unit's operations command asked.

"It's not clear yet." Richard then said to Zhang Yang: "Zhang Yang, go and bring your apartment manager and the employee over. Bring the tenant's information and don't attract attention."

Zhang Yang nodded nervously.

"Don't be nervous, you can do it, go ahead."

Zhang Yang walked out. After a while, Zhang Yang came in with two people. He handed the USB flash drive in his hand to Richard.

Through communication with the administrator Mike and the information on the USB flash drive, Richard learned the general information about the tenants of the house with the bomb.

There are two tenants, one named Gamal Arafat. One was named Brown Nasser. Information from the police station shows that the two men have legal identities, have no criminal records, and are not on the monitoring list.

What the employees told was very amateurish, and it was impossible to make an effective judgment on the bomb. And because he was worried about his illegal immigrant status, the cleaning employee delayed for three days before telling the apartment manager what had happened. This means that the bomb, whose authenticity is unknown, has been there for at least three days.

Richard still can't tell whether there is a bomb. Is this another misunderstanding or a real terrorist attack? Richard must see it with his own eyes before he can answer.

After learning the structure of the apartment, Richard and Sitwell put on body armor and headed to the back door of the apartment with members of the CTU.

"Start taking action." As Richard gave an order into the walkie-talkie, the action officially began.

The apartment manager, Mike, walked out of the command vehicle. He entered the apartment and took out the keys. Then he opened the back door of the apartment.

Sitwell led two members of the counter-terrorism team along the escape ladder to guard outside the fourth floor window, while Richard led the remaining people to the door of Room 404.

Everyone stood up with guns and shields. Richard leaned against the wall and pulled out his pistol. He stretched out his hand to block the peephole of the door, and then he nodded to Mike.

Mike took a deep breath, and then he knocked on the door.

"Hey Gamal, it's me, Mike."

No one answered in the room, and Mike turned to look at Richard.

Richard shook his head towards the door, motioning for Mike to continue.

Mike knocked on the door again.

"Hey is anyone there, it's me, Mike?"

Still no one answered in the room.

Richard took the keys from Mike and waved Mike away. Then he slowly inserted the key into the door lock, and turned it gently. After feeling the door lock open, Richard nodded to everyone in the corridor, and then he slammed the door open. Rushed in.

"yd put your hands up"

There was no one in the living room, so Richard quickly kicked open the door of one of the bedrooms and rushed in.

Hearing Richard's voice, Sitwell and the two counter-terrorism officers also appeared at the bedroom window.

Richard and Sitwell looked at each other, and Sitwell shook his head at Richard.

"Safe" Richard shouted from the bedroom.

"Safety"

"Safety"

As several shouts came, Richard knew that they were nervous in vain because there was no one in the room at all.

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