The audience in the live broadcast room was completely silent. It wasn't that they had lost the ability to speak, but the scene they had just seen was too shocking.
At the end of the live broadcast, the last felon hiding in the tall grass had completely collapsed. Peter found him and squatted down. He lowered his head and put his face close to the felon's head, saying the last sentence that overwhelmed his spirit.
"Are you very cold? Can I help you?"
The felon was scared to death!
He died of an acute myocardial infarction!
"I think the god is already a super god!"
"Oh my god! A felon was actually scared to death. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I would never have believed such a thing?"
"I did some calculations. In just two hours, the god killed 110 felons."
"Oh my god, he has killed 110 felons. One of them was scared to death."
"I just want to know how many more felons are in the New York prison!"
"The NYPD is going crazy with joy. They can open champagne to celebrate."
"Do you think the god will run to Washington next? The prison there is also full of people."
"If the god really goes to Washington, the Washington police department will be happy. They should prepare champagne in advance."
Peter walked to the pickup truck that was riddled with bullets. It looked like it did not work anymore, but the moment Peter tried starting it, its engine roared to life.
The intense gunfight made the pickup truck look worse. Peter held the automatic rifle with both hands and knocked the bullet-filled window with the butt of the rifle.
It was about 1800 and the sky was beginning to darken.
Peter calculated that he should be able to get to Washington, D.C., before midnight.
Let's go!
Just as Peter was leaving New York, the NYPD held a small celebration.
The New York police chief was so excited at the celebration that he decided to award Peter the award for Best Citizen of New York. However, as soon as he finished speaking, his assistant quickly dismissed him. He was so excited.
The NYPD even specifically notified the police officers stationed in the border town of New York to secretly let Peter go when they found the pickup truck he was driving.
This action was exposed by the good news media. The angry families of the felons ran to the NYPD to protest. Their gathering force was limited. After all, there were still many families of the felons who did not participate because they felt ashamed.
The families of the felons who protested and marched did not last long before they were scattered by the citizens.
After the celebration of the NYPD ended, there was a prison break in the prison.
The police assistant walked to the chief's side and whispered something.
"Chief, Mole has successfully escaped from the prison."
After the New York police chief heard the report from his subordinate, he was neither surprised nor angry.
He even nodded his head in satisfaction.
"I see. The prison did a good job this time. We should have secretly let them out a long time ago. Wouldn't it be more interesting to let Mole hunt down Peter?"
At this time, the file of Mole, the prisoner who successfully escaped from the New York prison, was on the warden's desk.
Mole!
This was his nickname.
No one knew his real name, only that he was 45 years old.
Height: 193 cm.
Parents are missing, four wives, no children.
At 20 years old, he engaged in drug trafficking across the US and Mexican border, as well as serving as a CIA informant for a while.
At 30 years old, he killed a CIA field agent, and that made him 'famous'.
After that incident, he hid in Mexico City for a long time, he evaded capture from several teams sent by the CIA. He even managed to kill some of them.
Five years ago, the mole frequently appeared in the United States and committed a shocking international murder at a hotel.
Mole relied on his high IQ, superb shooting, and proficiency in all kinds of fighting, wrestling, and judo.
He took more than 200 international hotel guests as hostages and fought the police and the CIA for four days.
In four days, he raped and killed 18 women, killing 34 male tourists.
The cause of the incident was that his best friend was sent to prison by the police.
This was a demon with a high IQ. The CIA had to sacrifice 23 secret service personnel before they caught him.
A monster like this should have been sentenced to death and executed immediately.
However, Mole was cunning enough to control the list of CIA secret service personnel in Mexico. After he was sent to prison, he threatened the CIA. If he died in prison, the CIA in Mexico would risk exposure as he would release the names of the undercover agents in Mexico.
The CIA dared not take the risk. They could only keep Mole in isolation in the basement of the New York prison and monitor him 24 hours a day.
On the other hand, the CIA began to urgently replace the undercover agents in Mexico City, but it would take a long time.
This time, the NYPD released a large number of felons to capture Peter. Among them was Mole's best friend. He did not expect to go out and never come back.
The NYPD knew Mole's temper, he knew his best friend was killed by Peter and will be extremely angry, he would inevitably do something against the CIA and Peter.
After the CIA and the NYPD discussed, decided to secretly release Mole, for him to go after Peter.
If Mole killed Peter, the CIA will secretly follow Mole into Mexico, and then kill him in Mexico.
If Peter killed the Mole, the Mole's forces in Mexico would point the finger at Peter, and the CIA would take the opportunity to wipe their hands clean of this problem.
This was the purpose of the Mole's release from the New York prison.
At 10 pm, the Mole arrived at a remote neighborhood, and he 'escaped' from prison.
This was the neighborhood where Mole's last wife lived. Her name was Anna, and she had been a stripper.
One day four years ago, Mole had killed her here, because she had betrayed him.
Mole went to the house and looked around vigilantly.
More than 200 meters away from him, CIA agents followed Mole with miniature drones.
Mole pried open the door and walked into the dark room. He did not turn on the lights and skillfully pulled out a box under the bed.
As no one had touched it for a long time, the box was covered in dust.
Mole cleared the keypad area with his hand and skillfully entered a few numbers. The box was opened.
He pulled the box close to the window and looked at the contents of the box under the moonlight.
Two miniature submachine guns, three large-caliber pistols, a pistol with a silencer, $100,000 in cash, a set of highly realistic imitated identification, and five boxes of bullets.
At this time, the CIA's drone began to zoom in and out of the window high in the sky.
"Captain, drone no. 2's angle is normal, the picture is normal, and the transmission is normal."
After a moment, the captain replied, "The photos sent back by the drone are fine. There is no list of Mole's hidden names in the box. Continue tracking and monitoring."
"Roger that!"