My American magical life
Chapter 83 - 83 11 Avengers Alliance

83: Chapter 11 Avengers Alliance 83: Chapter 11 Avengers Alliance Are American police really the hapless buffoons against criminals, as the female reporter suggested?

Of course not!

The professional ethic of the American police is there, their decisiveness in using guns allowed them to apprehend criminals on the spot most of the time.

But why can we still see all sorts of embarrassing videos of American police?

With their capabilities, why are there still so many criminals in America?

Because America’s “rice” is too nutritious, nurturing an endless stream of offenders!

No matter how fast you catch them, you can’t keep up with the rate at which criminals breed!

If it were just about catching people, business as usual, there wouldn’t be a problem; those American police officers would also be willing to arrest criminals.

But the American system is so wonderful that, in most cases, criminals can be bailed out as long as they have money.

Often, police catch a criminal, put them away, and two days later, they are out on bail!

Out on bail, they continue to commit crimes, are arrested again, and then the criminal gets medical parole!

With medical parole, they commit more crimes, and the poor cops have to go all out once again to bring the offender to justice!

The police might think, this time they can finally sentence him and lock him up, right?

This time, the criminal doesn’t even bother with medical parole!

They just hire a badass legal team, invalidate the physical evidence or find some procedural irregularity, and voila, no need for prison time!

With such a system in America, what can police do?

Is it worth risking their lives for a job that pays a few thousand dollars a month?

When the system renders their hard work meaningless, don’t police officers have hearts?

No matter how earnestly they make the arrest, whether criminals spend time in the slammer depends solely on whether they have money.

How much sense of honor can this job give the police?

To fire a couple of shots with a little handgun from beyond a hundred meters is already earning their keep.

This mainly refers to regular police forces, like state police, county police, and federal police.

America also has elite police units—SWAT.

But SWAT won’t make an appearance easily, they are only responsible for tackling high-profile crimes with a higher star rating.

If the case is especially serious, they might even deploy a police helicopter.

The Saint Luo area has only two police helicopters at the disposal of the law enforcement agencies.

Today, both helicopters have been deployed and are currently circling above Red Street Library.

“Buddy, what the hell happened today that both of you came out together?”

The helicopter pilot from ABC TV Station and the two police helicopter pilots were old acquaintances, having pursued criminals together quite a few times before.

Seeing that his two old pals were both at the crime scene today, the ABC TV Station helicopter pilot curiously asked them.

“Shit, don’t even mention it.

Some big shot’s kid got kidnapped, and the higher-ups want us to go all out.

It’s pure bullshit.”

Hearing what the police helicopter pilot said over the radio, reporter Ian’s eyes lit up.

Their informant at the police station only told them that a child was taken hostage, but didn’t mention that the child was of such special significance.

A big shot’s kid got nabbed by kidnappers!

The people of America love this kind of entertaining, laughable news.

Without anyone noticing, reporter Ian whispered to the pilot from behind the pilot’s seat.

“Keep asking, see if there’s any more news.”

“Buddy, do you know which big shot’s kid it is?

Don’t worry, I’m just a pilot, I won’t tell our reporters.”

Every employee from ABC TV Station possesses such admirable professional integrity.

How could these two fellow helicopter pilots, who are police officers, ever imagine that their colleague could be so unscrupulous?

“It’s supposed to be someone from the Democratic Party, no idea whose congressman’s kid got kidnapped.

That old Lao Deng, Tonks, is acting as if his own son got kidnapped.”

Hearing the shocking scoop coming from the radio, Ian felt ecstatic.

In her five years in the field, countless times she had pleaded earnestly, tossed and turned in frustration, and been so battered by cruel reality that she was left speechless.

She had only heard an explosive piece of news, but she felt as if she had seen it with her own eyes—the doors to her own heaven had swung open.

The person kidnapped was the son of a major backer of the Democratic Party!

Tonks had made it clear that the hostage must be rescued alive!

Of course, Gru could look down upon Tonks’ pomp, but Tonks was indeed the de facto leader of the police department in Saint Rodu.

When the big boss had given explicit instructions, the subordinates naturally did not dare to neglect their duties.

The head of the SWAT, Klauer, also had his own struggles.

SWAT, while the name sounded intimidating, actually had limited power and no specific territory.

They didn’t have many opportunities for additional income, and the salaries of the subordinates had little to do with the leaders.

He truly felt that his authority was even less than that of a precinct chief or squad captain.

But that was okay; it was all part of the job, and he was at least a head of something.

The problem was that whenever there was dirty or tiring work, it always fell on his shoulders.

He arranged for his men to circle the library with police cars in two layers, ensuring the criminals were trapped in the library and preventing the situation from escalating further.

The head of the SWAT, Klauer, took a temporary sigh of relief.

Thankfully, the kidnappers had chosen a library in a poor district as their hiding spot; if it had been a school, the trouble would have been much greater.

The real Saint Rodu in America was not a game.

It wasn’t like you could commit a crime and then evade the police by hiding under a bridge or in an underground parking structure.

So when the five criminals took hostages and decided to escape in a truck, it was clear they never really intended to run away.

However, these five kidnappers had not expected the LAPD of Saint Rodu to be so inept.

They drove the truck through the city and, without even changing vehicles, arrived twenty minutes early at a location they had scouted beforehand.

Yes, the kidnappers’ destination was the Red Street Library.

The five kidnappers each wore masks; all their masks came from the Marvel Universe.

Iron Man, Thor, Ant-Man, The Hulk, and Wasp—all were characters from the first-generation Avengers Alliance.

That is to say, kidnappers who fancied themselves the Avengers had chosen to kidnap the son of a Democratic Party financier.

Who was their target for revenge?

The kidnapper wearing the Iron Man mask seemed to be the leader of the team.

“Ant-Man, you guard the main entrance to prevent the police from losing their minds and storming in,” he said.

The kidnapper with the Ant-Man mask was short in stature and seemed quite young from his voice.

“Boss, there’s no need for you to say it; we’ve discussed the contingency plan so many times.

I know what to do,” he replied.

Yes, they had rehearsed the contingency plan many times, but Iron Man still felt the need to give instructions.

“If they want to negotiate, you tell them you’re the team leader.

Stall for time.

We need to clear out any risks in the library first,” Iron Man instructed.

After hearing Iron Man’s instructions, Ant-Man nodded and headed toward the door with his weapon.

“Hulk, you take up a lookout position at the corner of the staircase on the second floor, where you can see both the second floor and the library’s only side door.

If police breach the building, just open fire.

Once the bow is drawn, there’s no turning back; we can’t hesitate,” Iron Man said.

“Understood.

I feel like I could even sweep the second floor while I’m at it,” the Hulk responded.

The voice under the Hulk’s mask sounded slightly aged, but his physique was indeed strong as a giant’s.

“Buddy, follow the plan; our plan is flawless,” Iron Man reminded.

Without agreeing to Hulk’s suggestion, Iron Man continued to delegate tasks to the others.

“Wasp, you stay here and watch the hostages.

Thor and I will set up some safety measures,” he said.

The team’s final member was the woman wearing the Wasp mask.

But the words she spoke carried not a hint of softness, only endless coldness.

“Understood, boss.

You can leave this place to me with peace of mind.

If anyone acts up, I’ll start with giving them a taste of a 7.62mm bullet,” she said.