Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 123: Under the Gun
Subtitle of this chapter: Clap my hands!
It is human nature to like watching the excitement. The show that was unfolding was definitely a real drama that exceeded Master Yuan's expectations. So both reporters and NYU students subconsciously came over.
Among the crowd that gathered to watch the fun, he found a guy who looked both strange and familiar.
What was strange was that this person was dressed like a reporter who came to interview him, holding a pen and a notebook. Like all the reporters present, he also squeezed forward and was now only five or six steps away from him.
What is familiar is that this person is Linden Wan in disguise!
Yuan Yan suddenly watched as he reached into his suit pocket, as if trying to take something out. That thing had a black handle...
For the first time in his two lifetimes, he knew time could go so slowly.
As he watched the indifferent Linden Wan "slowly" draw his pistol, countless random thoughts flashed through his mind. Well, actually, it was the assassination scenes in many movies he had seen before, such as "Lenin in 1918", "JFK", "Lincoln", "The Godfather", "Shanghai Beach", and the anti-Japanese drama...
The strong desire to survive allowed Master Yuan to catch a glimmer of chance of survival among these thoughts.
Suddenly, he struggled violently!
Although his small body did not break free from the two strong NYPD men, he still gained a little space for himself to move...
“BEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
A huge and sharp whistle comparable to a train whistle resounded throughout the venue.
The people around Master Yuan, whether they were the police, reporters, or even the assassin Lin Dengwan, were caught off guard. They all had expressions of shock and pain on their faces, and covered their ears as if reflexively.
In fact, Yuan Yanshu did not run away. Instead, she grabbed the siren on the chest of a NYPD officer and blew it with all her might.
This action not only shocked the entire audience, but also temporarily saved his own life.
The first person to react was the ZOD general. He took a big step in front of Master Yuan, and his right hand grasped the gun handle at his waist. He asked viciously: "What are you going to do?"
When our Master Yuan saw this wall of people blocking him, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He obediently dropped the siren, raised his hands and said, "Don't get me wrong, I just want to maintain order!"
"Maintain order?" The tall federal agent paused when he heard this, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
All I heard was the Chinese man shouting at the top of his voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, don't be impulsive. Although I am a student of NYU, it is my duty to cooperate with the police investigation. Don't do anything stupid just to thank me!"
The NYU people present thought, "Oh, we are not impulsive and we don't want to do anything stupid." Of course, some of them were shocked, knowing that these words were meant for them, so that they would not do anything "stupid."
Lin Dengwan naturally got the news of Yuan Yanshu's "fool" from the newspaper. He came here half to monitor and half to watch the fun, and he brought a gun just for self-defense. He really didn't consider assassinating Yuan Yanshu.
However, after seeing this junior investigator of the SCP Foundation being arrested as a suspect in the Wall Street BOOM, even though he had experienced many revolutions over the years from Europe to America, he couldn't help but panic. He was afraid that this seemingly crazy Chinese would implicate him, so the first thing he thought of was to kill him to silence him.
Fortunately, our Master Yuan also saw through his disguise and his intentions at the first time, otherwise he would really have tasted the taste of peanuts this time.
In fact, even if he was not beaten to death by this Lindenwan, as long as there was such an assassination, he would have a harder time explaining himself. If he was really innocent, then why would someone want to kill him?
Yuan Yanshu continued to shout: "I dare to swear on the graves of my ancestors that I am innocent. I think the American police must have made some misunderstandings, but the fair and wise judicial officials will clear my name!"
Others have heard of the calculation, but Linden Wan understood what he meant. This guy was actually saying that he had nothing to do with Wall Street BOOM, and even if the BOI and NYPD investigated, they would not find anything.
" My fellow , I really don't know anything about the Wall Street bombing, so I have no comment to make."
The anarchist fighters also understood the meaning of this sentence. This guy was saying that even if he was put in jail, he would not say anything.
Lindenwan looked around. Unlike the noisy scene just now, after the whistle, the mood of the crowd who didn't know the truth had stabilized. If he took advantage of the chaos just now, he would have a great chance of escaping successfully after he succeeded, but in the current situation, his chances were obviously much smaller.
Instead of killing this guy, it’s better to hide first, but what should I do with the new base?
He weighed the matter in his mind and finally decided to temporarily believe what the junior SCP Foundation investigator said, so he calmly put the gun back.
"Okay, let's go."
After hearing what he said, General ZOD's attitude softened a little. He certainly didn't know that Yuan Yanshu was sending a message to his "accomplices"... Well, in fact, he was just trying to save himself, and he really thought that this Chinese was trying to maintain order at the scene.
Just like that, our Master Yuan was once again sandwiched between two NYPD officers and walked out.
He turned around and found that Lindenwan had retreated into the crowd and nodded slightly to him. He couldn't help but feel relieved.
“Snap! Snap! Snap!”
How could the reporters miss such a big news? The spotlights kept flashing. They could get the reimbursement after they returned. In the dizzy flash, he happened to see the female photographer from Le Monde again.
Miss Pulitzer was a woman, a lady from a noble family, so she naturally didn't have the energy to squeeze in with a stinky man, so she was squeezed out. At this time, no reporter would consider the gentlemanly manner of ladies first, and she couldn't find the best shooting position due to her weak strength.
Somehow, our Master Yuan was still thinking about it at this time. But his thoughts were not in vain.
Our Master Yuan suddenly had an idea and came up with a picture with great design sense and symbolic significance.
"Hey, that girl!" He suddenly raised his hands and shouted to the female reporter: "Clap my hands!"
The girl was stunned when she heard that, and reflexively pointed the camera at Yuan Yan's hands raised high, no, it was the pair of fists raised high.
“Bang!”
Miss Pulitzer pressed the shutter.
