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The Plot to Assassinate the President – Part 01

On that Saturday morning, New York was a little quieter compared to its bustling weekdays. Flashy cars, carrying flappers who had danced until dawn at speakeasies, zipped by, while the usual coffee and breakfast stands were notably absent. Busy businessmen were nowhere to be seen, replaced instead by children frolicking in the streets with their dogs.

Gradually, a stream of people emerged from various corners, all converging toward the towering Empire State Building at the heart of Manhattan. Visible from anywhere on the island, it was a skyscraper that symbolized the New World.

“People are gathering already,” Kazuya said, looking around from the convertible’s backseat. His handcuffs had been removed.

“Indeed,” Victorique said.

“So the speech starts first thing in the morning. We need to get going.”

Detective Benjamin regarded Kazuya with suspicion. “If you turned out to be the assassin, I’ll shoot you dead on the spot.”

“Benjamin,” Victorique growled in a raspy voice,