The meeting will be held on Monday, when more than 10,000 guests will gather in New York. Tami Joan stared at the billboard – black, white and yellow, all smiling and waved. However, this painting seems to be something not quite right. The proportions and color of the characters are ignored, and each face looks the same pale. Tami Joan murmured Dead. They are galloping along the wide freeway. Under the lights, the road reflects a disturbing yellow light. They passed the old Navys naval port and again passed the Brooklyn Ferry Terminal. John finally stopped talking, pulled out a calculator from Texas Instruments, and started ticking some numbers. Tami Joan leaned back on the back of the chair looking out over foggy sidewalks and gloomy faces of those who sat on the brownstone porch overlooking the highway. In the heat, they seem to be in a semi-lethargic state. Taxi is also very hot. Tami Joan reaches for the window button and wants to lower the window a little. The window did not respond, but she did not feel surprised. She reached out across John and went to the other side of the window, but he was over there too. At this moment she noticed that the door locks on both sides had disappeared. Not even the door. She groping at the door with her hand to find the remnants of the broken door handle. Nothing at all – as if someone had sawn it with a hacksaw. What happened John asked. Well, this car door how do we open it Just as John looked around the door, the logo for the Midtown Tunnel flashed past. Hi John tapped the partition. You forgot to bend, where are you going Maybe he wants to go to the Queensboro Bridge, Tameng conjectured. Although the road to go the bridge more distant, but can escape the tunnel toll station. She sat forward and beat the plexiglass with the ring on her hand. Do you want to go that bridge The driver ignored them. Hi Not long after, they passed through the entrance to the Queensboro Bridge again. Damn John shouted. Where are you going to bring us Harlem I bet he is going to take us to Harlem. Tami Joan looks out the window. A car is moving forward with them and slowly over them. She patted the window. Help She shouts, Help The drivers car glanced at her inadvertently, then glanced, frowned. He slowed down and followed behind them. But then suddenly a taxi abrupt, down the exit ramp down the highway, into Queens. Taxis turn into an alley, galloping over an abandoned warehouse district, at a speed of at least 60 miles. What do you want to do Tamijong tapped the partition. Open slow Where is this Oh, God No John murmured, Look The driver did not know when to wear a ski boot. What do you want Shouted Tarim Joan. Do you want money We give you money. The man on the front seat remained silent. Tami Joan opened the bag and removed her black laptop. She leaned back to the side of the window and hit the window hard with a laptop corner. The huge noise seemed to have shocked the driver on the front seat, but the windowpane was fine. Taxi suddenly biased, almost hit the brick wall of the roadside buildings. Give you money How much I can give you a lot of money John cried angrily, tears flowing down his obese cheeks. Tami Joan again smashed the window with the computer. The screen of the computer flew out of the huge impact force, but the windows were still intact. She tried again, the computers fuselage cracked, falling from her hand. Europe, Mom Both of them were suddenly thrown violently forward. Taxi stopped abruptly in a dark alley. Driver drilled out of the car, holding a pistol in his hand. Please, please She begged. The driver walked to the back half of the taxi, bent over and looked through the dirty glass to the back seat.
He stood there for a long time. Tami Joan and John desperately retreated until they reached the other side of the door, holding two sweaty bodies tightly together. The drivers hand bent into the shape of a cup, blocking the lights shone on the street light, looked at them more carefully. Suddenly, a loud noise echoed in the air. Tameron could not help but constricted a while, and John made a short, screaming scream. Behind the driver, the air in the distance was filled with bright red and blue flame stripes instantly. Then again is a few roar and scream. The driver turns and looks up, just to see a huge, orange-red cobweb over the city. It was a fireworks, and Tamie remembered the news read in the newspaper. It is a gift from the host and the Secretary-General of the United Nations to the delegates attending the conference and welcomes them to this great city on Earth. The driver turned toward the taxi again. Pat soon, he opened the door lock, slowly opened the door. 2 As usual, the informant did not leave a name. Therefore, there is no other way to pour back into the past to understand what the reporter said is a piece of open space. The headquarters radio said He said it was on the 37th Street near Eleventh Street. Those at the Notification Center never figured out where the exact location of the murder was. Although it is nine oclock in the morning, it has made people sweat more than hot. Emilia Shakes lay aside a tall grass thatch. She is conducting a search of light – a jargon of crime scene investigators – searching for suspicious objects with an S-shaped route. Nothing at all She looked down at the intercom on the dark blue uniform shirt. Patrolman 5885 calls headquarters without any notice. Do you have any further news The dispatcher replied in a bumpy noise 5885, there is no more information about the scene of the crime at the moment, but one thing The informant said he hoped the victim was dead. Please say it again, headquarters. The complainant said he hoped the victim was already dead. He said it would be best if so. Finished. Hopefully the victim Dead Shakes struggled across a broken barbed wire and began searching for another piece of open space. Still not found. She wants to leave. Just call 10-90, report that without any discovery, you can return to the Si Si area, it is her daily patrol area. Her knees hurt and she felt as if she had been roasted on a terrible August day. She just wanted to slip to the Port Authority and get stuck with the Little Furrier there and come back to a large can of Arizona iced tea. Then, at eleven thirty – just two hours now – she was able to clear the drawers in the south section of Midtown and go to the lower town for training. But she finally did not do this. She can not leave this briefing without answering the phone call. As she continued to move on, she walked along the hot sidewalk through the path between the two abandoned apartments and into another covered, planted area. She slid her slender forefinger down into her flat-top hat and scratched it with irresistible restraints through layers of long, red hair on her head. In order to scratch more scalp, she simply faded her cap side, while crazy scratch. Sweat streaming down her forehead, itchy, so she fiercely blew a few brows.
She was thinking Only the last two hours of patrolling in the street were available, and I could survive. Shakes continued. The first time she felt uneasy this morning as she walked into a bush. Someone is watching me. The hot wind blew through the dry bushes and made the rustling sound. A car truck ran full steam ahead of the Lincoln Tunnel. She remembered one thing the patrolmen would often think of the city was so noisy that I could not detect if someone came back to me behind me and walked to lift me up with a knife. Or take my back as a target She turned quickly. Nothing except leaves, rusty machines and rubbish. When climbing a pile of stones, the knee pain so she could not help but shrink body. Emily Shakes, 31, is afflicted with joint inflammation – her mother often says youre 31 It is inherited from her grandfather, just as she inherited her mothers good figure, her fathers good looks and occupation as long as the red hair no one can say it. She slowly passed through a cluster of dead shrubs, a sharp pain on her knees. Thanks to her prompt closing, she did not drop a steep 30-foot deep slope. Below her was a gloomy gorge that cut deeply through the bottom of the West End. The railroad tracks of the U.S. Railroad Passenger Transport Company run through the canyon and the train goes to the north. She narrowed her eyes and looked to the bottom of the canyon not far from the tracks. what is that Is inserted in a circle of soil has been turned over the twigs It looks like Europe, my god The sight of her made her shiver. Nausea suddenly rose, burning like a flame burning her skin. For a moment she really wanted to turn around and escape, pretended nothing was seen. But she tried hard to suppress the idea in my heart. He hopes the victim is dead. This is the best. She runs to an iron staircase that leads from the sidewalk to the canyon. She stopped in time as she grabbed the balustrade of the iron staircase. bad The murderer has escaped in all likelihood, and is likely to have left the ladder. If she touches the railings, she may undermine the mark he left behind when he ran away. Okay, then well waste something. She took a deep breath and held back the pain of the knee joint. She inserted the deliberately polished bright boot into the crevice of the stone on the first day of her new job and began to climb down the rock wall. She was still four feet off the ground and jumped straight to the place where it was buried. My God It is not a branch that extends from under the ground it is a mans hand. The body of this man was buried vertically in the earth, leaving only the arm, wrist and palm left outside. She stared at the ring finger of the hand all the muscles had been cut off, the red of the bones of the fingers, set with a huge female diamond ring. Shakes knelt on the ground, began digging down. The soil fluttered under her hands as a dog. She found that those fingers that had not been cut were wide open, pointing in the direction that their fingers would not normally bend. This shows that the victim was still alive when the last shovel of mud buried his face. Maybe its still alive now. Shakes desperately dug soft soil, her hands were shattered by pieces of glass, dark red blood and dark red soil mixed together. This persons hair is exposed, followed by a bluish, gray forehead due to lack of oxygen. She continued digging until she saw the dull eyes and mouth of the man. The mans mouth twisted into horrible curvature, indicating that in the last few seconds of life the victim struggled to keep his mouth through the rising black soil. This is not a woman. Despite the finger on the set of a diamond ring. He was a big man in his fifties and was as angry as the soil surrounding him. She took a few steps back, her gaze never leaving that person, almost tripped over by the tracks behind her. For a while, her mind was empty and could not think of anything, only knowing that a man was buried to die like this. Then she reminded herself Be strong, baby. In front of you is the scene of a homicide together, and you are the first police officer present. You know what to do ADAPT, adapt. A is the current arrest of Arrest. D is a major eyewitness and suspect to Detain. A is Assess murder scene. P is P what is it She bowed her head towards the walkie-talkie Patrolman 5885 calls headquarters.