"Director, I think you'd better answer this call. It's from a bomber." The female secretary's words stunned everyone in the office. The director immediately came to the phone, picked up the phone, and asked

"I am the Commissioner of the New York Police Department, who are you?"

"Hello Chief, today's explosion was just a joke. I hope it will attract the attention of your police. If you want to know the reason, please ask Detective John McClain." The gangster's voice was not loud but very magnetic.

"Detective John McClain is still on suspension. He can't answer your call." Hearing the troublesome name of John McClain, the chief felt helpless.

Detective John McClain is one of the most outstanding New York police detectives. He won the New York City Best Detective Medal for his hard-working style.

However, I am successful in my career but frustrated in my relationship.

Because he focused all his attention on work, John McLean's family encountered a crisis.

Not only did his wife divorce him, but she also took custody of the children, which meant that Detective John McClain's children were raised by his wife and he had nothing.

This made Detective John McLean surrounded by dissatisfaction and loneliness. He became a corrupt alcoholic and refused to have contact with anyone. He did not come to work at the police station for a long time.

"No, Chief Detective John McClain is not off duty, at least not today." The gangster's voice came through the microphone.

"Who are you?" the director asked.

"Simon, just call me Simon."

"what you up to?"

"Play a game!"

"What game?"

"Simon will tell Detective John McClain what needs to be done, and Detective John McClain must obey the order. If he disobeys, he will be punished."

"Punishment, what punishment?" the director asked.

"In a public place, there was a booming sound again."

"What do you need Detective John McClain for?" From the gangster's cold tone, the director could tell that the gangster was not lying and was serious, and he immediately became nervous.

An explosion has already made the state government dissatisfied with the police department. If it happens again, his position as chief will be used up, and he will directly step down and make way for a more capable person.

"Simon said Detective John McClain was going to the corner of 138th Street and Amsterdam Street. If I remember correctly, that's Harlem."

"Where is Detective John McClain and where can I find him?" The chief shouted loudly when he discovered that the gangster had hung up the phone and knew that the situation was urgent.

"He should be in the bar near the church. Chief, what can I do?" Sim, the leader of the heavy duty team, returned.

"Go and find him, find him right away, otherwise we will be in big trouble." The director said with a serious face.

Soon, the director and others found John McClain.

It's just that this guy is hungover and looks very decadent, which makes people doubt that he is really the same invincible police detective from before.

"John, drink some water." Looking at John McClain's pity, a female police officer handed him a glass of water and sober medicine to sober him up.

"Thank you." John McClain took the water glass and medicine handed over and thanked him.

"John McClane, you look terrible now." The director shook his head.

"I know!" John McClane yawned and said, "Tell me, Mr. Director, why don't you come to me?"

"There was an explosion today, and many people were injured." The director introduced the situation to John McClain, "We received a call saying that they planted the bomb.

They want me to find you and say they want to play a game with you."

"Looking for me to play a game, what kind of game?" John McClain's head was a little dizzy.

"I'm asking you to hang up and stand in a black neighborhood without carrying a gun." The director shrugged, his tone a little helpless.

"It's not for me to stand in the black community with a sign that says "I hate black people"." The director's words made John McClain sober and asked.

"Why did you agree to this condition?"

"Because if I don't agree, he will blow up another shop. In order to prevent the explosion from happening again, I have no choice but to..." The director shrugged, indicating that he understood.

"Why are you looking for me? There are many policemen in the police station."

"The other party is looking for you by name. It's probably someone you offended before, and now he's back to take revenge, John. Can you guess who it is?"

"I have no idea, I have offended so many people in the past, who knows who the bastard is." John McClain shook his head, "I am on 138th Street, where are you?"

"128th Street." The director and others looked at each other and gave John McClain a heartbreaking answer.

"128th Street is 10 streets away. If a black man beats me up, are you kidding me?"

"This is the guy's request. We have no choice. John, you have no choice but to do it." The director's words made John McClain unable to refuse.

"All right!"

John McClain nodded, took off his clothes as the gangster asked, even leaving only his shorts, and then hung up the sign handed over by the director.

It read "I hate black people."

Then he opened the car door and walked out,

-----

"Brother, where are you going?"

Lei Weidong had just come out of the airport when a taxi suddenly appeared in front of him. The driver was a black man who looked to weigh more than 200 pounds and was wearing a floral shirt and a big beard. He ran up to Lei Weidong and was very surprised.

Said enthusiastically.

"Wall Street."

Thinking of the location designated for the mission, Lei Weidong decided to go to Wall Street first.

"Okay, Wall Street, we'll be there soon. I'll make you feel as fast as flying." The black driver opened the car door and let Lei Weidong get in, and then quickly started the car.

The taxi merged into the traffic flow like an arrow.

He found every opportunity in the traffic, elegantly dodged the cars in front of him, and drove quickly towards Wall Street.

"Brother, my driving skills are so good, isn't it cool?"

Black people love to show off, and the black driver is no exception. He always asks his passengers when he drives.

If the passenger agrees, forget it and continue driving at the current speed.

If we say, average, just so-so.

The black driver would be dissatisfied and speed up to make the car faster until the passengers screamed.

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Chapter completed!