Medical Center.
"Columbia University in New York has suffered a serious shooting. Reports indicate that the shooter has opened fire on students and faculty.
More than twenty people have been injured...
The number of shooters is still unknown. The only thing certain is that after the humanitarian disaster, this absolutely counts as a terrorist attack. The NYPD and FBI have both arrived..."
The latest news was playing on the television, and everyone stood there watching.
"Everyone, get ready. The injured will be arriving soon."
Adam began issuing orders.
He was not surprised in the least.
Free America—shootouts every day.
That was not malicious mockery, but the plain truth.
On average, there were at least a hundred shootings every day.
And New York was the model for Gotham.
Even after the humanitarian disaster, the NYPD, FBI, NSA, and CIA had all stepped up their efforts.
But they could manage heaven and earth, not what people ate and drank. Naturally, they could not stop people from enjoying a little happy shooting.
After all, guns and bullets had expiration dates too. If they were not used every day, they would just pile up in warehouses gathering dust. Were people supposed to eat dirt instead?
So the usual number of shootings had not decreased much at all.
Large-scale school shootings like this, however, were still relatively rare.
And this was Columbia University, his alma mater.
"Fifteen ambulances are on their way. There may be more later."
Adam stood outside the emergency department, looking at the medical staff in protective gear, all prepared and ready. "The first one will arrive in three minutes..."
As he spoke, the first ambulance had already arrived.
"The victim is an NYPD officer, Michael Fazio, twenty-eight years old. He has gunshot wounds to his right upper arm and left leg..."