Chapter 108 Emergency!

When the other party showed his FBI ID, the two patrol officers from the NYPD Bronx Division looked at each other, somewhat at a loss.

But then he thought again, the dispatch center reported on the radio that it was suspected to be a fake FBI, and then shouted coldly:
“Hey! Man! Put your hands up and don’t move!”

Before the officer could finish his words, several black Chevrolet Suburban SUVs rushed into the parking lot and stopped behind the two officers.

More than two dozen FBI agents, wearing FBI uniforms and with FBI letters on the front and back of their bulletproof vests, got out of the car.

Seeing this, one of the police officers was a little overwhelmed and said: “FBI? There is someone here pretending to be your agent.”

The FBI agents ignored the officer who had just spoken and went straight to Mahone:

“Sir!”

“Sir???”

The two police officers looked at each other again with surprised expressions on their faces.

The agent who had just greeted Mahone turned around and looked at the two officers and said, “This is a senior agent from the FBI.”

“What? He’s the real FBI?”

“Why don’t you put down your gun?”

“Oh……”

The two somewhat nervous police officers put down their guns together.

Ma Hong patted the lead agent on the shoulder:

“203, the murderer in the Kane case resisted arrest and was shot dead by me. This is Kane’s service gun. I’ll leave it to you. I have other things to do.”

As he spoke, Mahone handed the evidence bag containing Kane’s gun to the FBI agent in front of him.

Taking the evidence bag, the detective said:

“Okay, sir!”

Mahone turned around and got into his Chevrolet Suburban, reversed the car, and left the scene as two Bronx police officers watched.

“Wow, he’s really an FBI agent…”

The two patrolmen looked helpless and relieved.

In the car, Ma Hong held the steering wheel with one hand, drove while sending a text message to Roy.

After sending the text message, Ma Hong put his phone in his arms, turned on the car music, and the song That’s the Way I Like It (a song from the movie Drive) came out from the speakers.

“The music Roy introduced is pretty good!” Ma Hong’s body swayed to the rhythm of the music, and he drove the SUV towards the FBI New York headquarters at Police Plaza in Manhattan.

About thirty minutes later, the SUV driven by Mahone crossed the Third Avenue Bridge and entered Manhattan.

As soon as he entered Manhattan, Mahone discovered something was wrong. There were obviously more black people on the sidewalks on both sides of the road than usual, and they were all moving in a surprisingly consistent direction, all heading one way.

Many black people were holding propaganda signs.

Various signs read:

“Black Lives Matter!”

“Mom, I can’t get up, my neck!”

“I can’t breathe, you’re killing me!”

Looking at the increasing number of black people gathering on both sides of the street, Ma Hong frowned slightly, and a bad premonition came to his mind.

Approaching the next intersection, Ma Hong stopped the car. There were a lot of vehicles here, and there was a traffic jam in front and behind.

Pushing the door and getting out of the car, Mahone climbed onto the hood of the Subaru and looked ahead. He saw hundreds of citizens gathered in the middle of the intersection. New Yorkers held up protest signs and shouted in unison:
“Black Lives Matter!”

Ma Hong frowned and murmured in a low voice:

“How is this going?”

at the same time……

Brooklyn Police Department, New York.

Gordon, wearing a white police inspector uniform, pushed open the office door and walked quickly towards the office lobby. Judging from his solemn expression, something must have happened.

When he arrived at the office hall, Gordon clapped his hands three times. The originally noisy office hall suddenly became quiet. All the police officers looked in the direction where the clapping sound came from at the same time, and Gordon’s figure came into everyone’s sight.

Roy stretched his head over the desk partition to look at Gordon, and Mia poked her head out of her office seat and looked in Gordon’s direction.

“Emergency!” Gordon shouted.

Upon hearing this, all the police officers at the scene frowned at the same time, and the happy expressions on their faces that were left from their happy laughter just now gradually disappeared, replaced by serious expressions.

“The General Administration has issued a police report that today’s demonstration in Manhattan is at risk of getting out of control. A large number of demonstrators have begun to smash and destroy stores along the way. The General Administration requires our Brooklyn Branch and other police stations under its jurisdiction to urgently dispatch 500 people to Manhattan to maintain law and order and prevent the situation from escalating. Everyone, get ready. We will leave in ten minutes!”

After Gordon announced the order, a noisy discussion broke out at the scene:

“What’s going on? Didn’t they say this was a peaceful demonstration?”

“Who knows what’s going on!”

“My friend from the Manhattan Police Department just called me and said that more and more black people were gathering at the scene and they were running out of police force.”

“I never thought that the incident surrounding George Floyd’s death would have such a wide impact. I heard that there were also protests and demonstrations in Los Angeles today.”

“You mean the violent law enforcement by a white police officer in Minneapolis, Minnesota, which resulted in the death of African American man George Floyd?” “Yes, it’s such a big thing, and you didn’t know about it? Recently, it has been reported on TV almost every day, and the news is all about the Floyd incident. Our profession has been pushed to the forefront.”

“Sorry! I never watch American News!”

“What happened to American News, you guy?”

“Nothing, I just don’t like watching it…”

Lampard, the captain of Team A, clapped his hands a few times and shouted:
“Team A, go to the equipment depot to get your equipment. Hurry. Meet at the parking lot in ten minutes. Hurry, hurry, get moving. Belia, what are you standing there for? Hurry up!”

Lampard commanded his patrol team, constantly urging those Team A players who were slow to react and run.

Richard, the captain of Team B, nodded slightly to Roy, which meant that you are now the deputy captain of Team B, so you should organize it.

Roy stood up from his seat, glanced at the members of Team B at nearby workstations, and issued his first action order after becoming deputy captain.

Roy commanded loudly:
“Tom, House, Court, Miles, the four of you go to the equipment warehouse to get explosion-proof shields and explosion-proof helmets.”

“Roger that, Lieutenant!”

Tom, House, Court, and Miles, four members of Team B, ran straight to the equipment warehouse on the basement floor of the police station.

Roy looked at Mia and the others and shouted:
“Mia, you take the rest of the men and get batons, pepper spray, non-lethal rubber ammunition, smoke bombs, and marking rounds.”

“Copy that, Captain Roy!”

Mia led the remaining members of Team B and ran towards the stairwell.

Captain Richard gave Roy a thumbs up, indicating that he did a good job, and then asked, “What about me?”

Roy: “You decide, Captain!”

About ten minutes later, the parking lots in front and behind the police station were filled with fully armed NYPD police officers holding riot shields and wearing riot helmets.

Dozens of Chevrolet Express multi-purpose MPVs painted with NYPD logos drove up from the convoy and parked in the parking lot.

Gordon stood on the steps of the police station’s main entrance, holding a loud speaker and speaking loudly to the fully armed police officers lined up:
“When dealing with riots, remember not to be alone. No one is allowed to act alone. Just follow the usual training and plans. The specific division of labor and formation will be arranged by the captains. The block you are responsible for guarding is from the King of the Trumps Building to Central Park. Remember, you must pay attention to your own safety!”

After he finished speaking, Gordon nodded to the captains standing at the bottom of the stairs.

Captain Lampard waved: “Get in the car!”

A large number of fully armed NYPD police officers lined up in an orderly manner to get on the bus.

After getting in the car, Mia sat next to Roy and said:

“This is the first time I have participated in handling a riot.”

Roy turned his head and looked at Mia:

“It’s not the first time for anyone. I’ve only been in the police force for a year.”

Mia chuckled:
“Then I will follow you.”

Roy nodded: “Okay, just follow me!”

Other colleagues’ heads came over.

Tom: “I’ll follow you too.”

House: “Deputy Captain, count me in.”

Court: “Don’t forget me.”

Miles: “Count me in.”

Richard said to Roy:

“Then you lead them, and I’ll lead the rest. Let’s split Team B into two groups to support each other. Remember, don’t be too far apart.”

Roy nodded: “Okay!”

A large number of Chevrolet MPVs, led by a lead vehicle with its warning lights and sirens on, drove quickly towards Manhattan, the center of New York.

The police cars patrolling along the way quickly blocked the road and adjusted all the traffic lights on the road that the convoy must pass to green.

Soon, the Brooklyn Police Department’s convoy crossed the Brooklyn Bridge and arrived in Manhattan.

The convoy stopped shortly after entering Manhattan.

Richard, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the MPV, picked up the radio and asked, “Lead car, what’s going on up ahead?”

“There are too many cars ahead. It’s impossible to pass.” The reply from the lead car came over the radio.

Richard put down the intercom, pushed open the car door and got out. He stood on the hood of the car next to him, stepping on the tires of the car next to him and looked ahead.

The car driver stuck his head out of the window and shouted:
“Hey! Officer, what are you doing stepping on my hood?”

“Shut up!” Richard shouted, and the man immediately retracted his head in fear, muttering, “What’s so great about the police?”

At the same time, Lampard, the captain of Team A, also got out of the car. He looked at the traffic jam ahead and turned back to Richard and said:
“There’s no way to move forward, what should I do?”

Richard glanced at the roadside sign, then looked up at the towering King of the East Building in the distance. After estimating the distance, he said:
“It looks like we’ll have to walk.”

“Okay, let’s walk to our destination!”

Lampard pressed the intercom communication button on his shoulder:
“Attention all Brooklyn Police Department officers, I’m Lampard, heading to the traffic jam, everyone get out of the car immediately, take your equipment, we’re walking over…”

(End of this chapter)