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M: TSIA Chapter 25: Officer Nolan
🕑 Added 2024-12-16 12:43:26 +0000 UTCRacial discrimination had permeated almost every aspect of life in the United States.
The New York police often engaged in what is called "stop and frisk," randomly stopping people on the streets and checking if they were carrying drugs or firearms. More than 95% of those searched in this manner were people of color.
Fortunately, Lance was very familiar with the police in this area, so he wouldn't encounter such problems.
However, there were some things that, no matter how familiar Lance was with the police, were still hard to avoid.
For example, a few years ago, a white police officer shot and killed a Black teenager on the street. Instead of indicting the officer, the jury indicted the Black officer's partner for failing to persuade the white officer in time.
Not long after, a Chinese-American police officer accidentally killed an innocent pedestrian. The jury quickly indicted the officer, and the court eventually sentenced him to 16 years in prison.
This is the absurd law of America, claiming to speak of justice and freedom, but in reality, discrimination persists. What is called justice and fairness can only be found in movies and TV shows.
Zoe and Nolan were not just acquaintances of Lance; they were two rare individuals who were genuinely good police officers. They held no prejudice against minority ethnicities and would do their utmost to help those in need, just like Lance. After receiving their help, of course, Lance couldn't let them be beaten to death by gangsters.
However, Lance did not want to get caught up in a legal system that was unreliable in helping them. Even if Lance ultimately faced no punishment, a lot of time and energy would be wasted, wouldn't it?
Therefore, when facing these people, Lance chose to injure them rather than kill.
Let these people live, and leave the rest to the police.
The individuals protecting the two armed men quickly realized Lance's interference and immediately aimed their weapons, shooting indiscriminately at Lance.
With lightning speed, Lance jumped to the ground, bent his body, brought his hands and feet together, and rushed forward. Lance moved like a four-legged lizard, dodging the incoming hail of bullets. In an instant, Lance was close to a group of armed men.
They were not terrorists ready to blow themselves up for their beliefs. They were merely killers trained by gangs.
When Lance arrived in the midst of them, the tension peaked. They hesitated to shoot, afraid that one of their shots might hit their own comrades. Their courage wavered. After all, they knew that in this battle, any of them could die at any moment.
As the people stood in shock, the dagger that Lance held behind his back suddenly unleashed a tremendous storm.
The brilliance that bloomed was like a proud peacock displaying its beauty to the world.
The dagger, shining coldly under the sunlight, resembled the vibrant tail feathers of a peacock blooming in Lance's hand.
Chk! Chk! Chk!
A series of piercing sounds echoed, and more than a dozen "blood fountains" erupted from the hands and legs of several armed men.
They were luckier than the first two.
Lance only severed the tendons in their hands and feet, without using high-pressure gas that could enhance the destructive effect. Otherwise, these men might have faced lifelong disabilities.
It took a total of eighty seconds from start to finish for Lance's performance.
Lance felt quite satisfied with the result. Years of training had significantly increased his physical strength—at least four to five times compared to a few years ago.
*Click!*
A soft yet clear sound.
It seemed like... a camera?
Lance turned slightly, his eyes focused on the window of a car across the long, quiet street.
Since the beginning of this street war, the usually bustling and unpredictable residents of New York seemed to have vanished without a trace. But this time, a camera was pointed directly at him. The figure behind the camera was a large, round man who clearly did not look like a professional reporter.
“Hey, buddy,” Nolan's enthusiastic voice came from behind. “You mentioned before that you studied Chinese Kung Fu. But you forgot to mention just how good you are. Honestly, I’d believe it more if you said you graduated from Hunter School.”
Hunter School. That name had a reputation of its own—a training institution that could be considered the most brutal school in the world. This school was designed to train special forces with true combat skills. Their training was known as "hell," so tough that only 20% of students managed to graduate each year. Those who survived and received the Hunter Medal, a symbol of graduation, were recognized as the elite of the elite. However, the rest—80%—failed, gave up, or even died during training.
The results of this harsh education were undeniable: Hunter School graduates were always in demand by militaries around the world, respected as the best fighters.
Lance's recent performance was so impressive that Nolan, an "old cop," couldn't hide his curiosity. Lance's movements even surpassed the average ability of experienced agents.
Lance merely smiled slightly. Instead of directly answering Nolan's question, he shifted the conversation.
“Officer Nolan,” Lance said in a relaxed yet sharp tone, “how did you manage to provoke the Southern Front into ambushing you on the road in broad daylight like this?”
Nolan's expression froze, as if he had just swallowed something rotten. With a strained face, Nolan replied, “It wasn’t us... it was me.”
All of this sounded like a bad joke. However, the situation was far from it.
As a police training participant, Nolan followed patrol instructors every day, learning to handle various situations in the field. Punctuality, discipline, and decision-making were part of his routine. However, yesterday afternoon, something unexpected happened.
They received a report about a disturbance at a hotel. Upon arriving at the scene, they found a white woman, dressed provocatively and looking flashy, causing trouble with an Asian female server. In her rage, the woman suddenly pulled out a dagger and without hesitation stabbed the server to death.
