Wilson rubbed his bald head and burst into laughter. "Mary, I'm a philanthropist now. I have to pay attention to my image. How can I resort to violence at every turn?"
"But I heard that Ms. Melissa from Mexico is looking to expand her market. I already gave her a little information in advance. She should know there's an untapped market here."
Mary giggled. "Boss, you're so wicked. Ms. Melissa is a very, very hot beauty."
Shazo remained unfazed as he finished his morning patrol, had lunch at his usual coffee shop, took a short break, and continued with his afternoon patrol.
The New York sun blazed fiercely that afternoon, seemingly stirring up the restlessness in people's hearts.
Calls to 911 rapidly increased. Home invasions, convenience store robberies, and gas station robberies sprang up one after another.
After catching several robbers in a row, Shazo keenly sensed that something was wrong. There were twice as many crimes today as usual.
With his patrol area at the center, a ring-shaped crime hotspot had formed, tying up all the nearby officers who could have provided backup.
Shazo sneered. "Which blind idiot is trying to make a move on me?"
His premonition was quickly confirmed, but the enemy's savagery and recklessness were beyond his expectations.
Two masked mexican men suddenly rushed onto the road, raised their assault rifles without hesitation, and pulled the triggers at Shazo's police car.
But after each rifle fired only three or four rounds, their owners were shot between the brows, their heads blown open.
The still-warm corpses fell backward with their still-warm guns in hand, and the cheerful sound of the cash register abruptly stopped.
Shazo first turned on the body camera on his shoulder, then opened the car door and stepped out. Raising his hand, he shot