Misty, an African American young woman, pouted as she drove the car: "Boss, we have been randomly patrolling the area recently. Apart from catching a few petty thieves, we haven't seen any other people selling weed, robbing, or forcing people to commit crimes. I think there is something wrong here."
The middle-aged white man raised his eyebrows: "What's the problem?"
Misty: "This is Clinton, the legendary Hell's Kitchen. There were several major murders at the end of last year, but what has it become this year? The houses are still as shabby, but the safety is no worse than that of the Upper West Side. Is this reasonable?"
The middle-aged white man smiled and said, "So what? Do you think it should remain in such a mess?"
Misty shook her head. "Of course not, but... the improvement in law and order here doesn't seem to have anything to do with us. Boss, you encouraged me before I came here, saying that we had to risk our lives to achieve some results. Now..."
The middle-aged white man scratched his head unconsciously.
He has always been very steady, but at this moment, facing this heart-wrenching question from his loyal subordinate, he still felt extremely embarrassed.
If I had known, I would not have said the situation was so serious, which made it so that my generals had nowhere to vent their full fighting spirit and could only drag her out to patrol the streets. He sighed in his heart.
"Haven't you heard the rumors?" He finally said, "Too many superheroes have appeared here. Not only Clinton, but the entire Manhattan has become unsuitable for gang members to move around. Otherwise, they will either have multiple fractures or concussions. It costs money for gangsters to see a doctor."
Misty finally found a target to vent her anger after hearing this: "But isn't this our job? Why should we let these 'vigilantes' do it? They've done everything, so what's the point of our Fifteenth Precinct?"
The middle-aged white man lowered his chair a little to make his tired waist more comfortable. "If it weren't for them, do you think we could have done our best to clean up those termites in the 15th Precinct? I'm afraid the two of us would have been shot by gang members several times."
Misty snorted, "I'm not afraid."
Middle-aged white man: "Hey, I have a wife and daughter, can I be afraid?"
Misty wouldn't listen to such nonsense. If her boss was afraid, why would he take over the position of Chief of the 15th Precinct and make drastic efforts to clean up the corrupt cops and rectify the internal situation
But maybe he was still afraid, no one wants their loved ones to be attacked by gang members.
But now the gang members are being cleaned out by superheroes one after another, and the corrupt cops in the 15th Precinct are no longer a source of trouble.
Without the collusion between the black gangs, many of the methods used by these corrupt police would be unusable.
At least it would be difficult for them to attribute the shooting threats to gang members, because everyone knew that the gangs in the Clinton area had been beaten to a pulp and had left the area.
There are no gang members interfering with the vision, so if these corrupt policemen dare to fire their guns illegally, they will be targeted immediately.
With the full support of the headquarters, the director will definitely take the opportunity to take down one or two local factions as a breakthrough point.
At that time, these people had no chance to resign and could only go to jail together.
Thinking of this, the director of the 15th Branch, who had only been in office for a few months, also smiled bitterly.
It's not a good thing to do things too difficultly.
But it doesn’t feel good to have someone else do the job before you even start doing it.
People like him and Misty originally parachuted into the 15th Precinct with considerable "courage", ready to clear this hell dungeon.
As a result, they thought the target was an iron plate before they threw the punch, but after they threw the punch they found that they were facing just a ball of rotten cotton.
After a long silence, he finally spoke: "No matter what the future holds, we have finally taken back the 15th Precinct. Even if these superheroes no longer appear in the future, we still have greater power to maintain order in Clinton District, right?"
Misty was silent for a moment, then pounded the steering wheel in annoyance. "But I won't accept this. I'm not from the Internal Affairs Department, so why should I spend my energy investigating corrupt police officers every day?"
The middle-aged white man said no more.
Everyone understands that it is a good thing that his subordinate is passionate about her work, so he will not discourage her.
It is better to hold back your energy. Once people are satisfied, they tend to become lazy and will not be able to react in time if an emergency occurs.
As he thought about this, he couldn't help but think of the peaceful and quiet neighborhoods he had come from, and he began to wonder: Could there really be an emergency here
…
Two days later at noon, the clone was walking on the streets of New York with Ben Affleck's face. Next to him was a middle-aged man whose face could only be described as beautiful. He was Ivan after plastic surgery.
The alter ego, wearing a hand-made custom suit, formed a sharp contrast with Ivan, who was wearing simple work clothes. The common point was that both of them were very attractive to women.
Ben has a "masculine and handsome" face, black-framed glasses, a tall and sturdy figure, and a calm temperament, a typical "elite" image.
Ivan's face was rather handsome, and his decadent and dark temperament, which he possessed without disguise, made him look more like a playboy.
In terms of the number of women who were attracted to the two men, Luke accounted for only 30%, while Ivan accounted for 70%.
But many women will turn their attention to Luke after taking a few more glances.
It’s not because Luke is more attractive, but because he is obviously richer in terms of what he wears.
In a place like Manhattan, most people are clearly more interested in money, both men and women.
The two people walking on the street didn't pay attention to these gazes, but just walked forward leisurely.
Ivan raised his eyes and fell on the STARK logo on the top of a tall building not far away: "Haha, rich man."
Luke: "In fact, the richest second generation on earth is not him."
Ivan hummed, and after a moment he didn't hear the answer, so he turned his head and asked, "Why don't you say anything?"
Luke chuckled: "My information is very valuable."
Although he didn't pay much attention to Marvel in his previous life and hadn't seen the later movies, he had heard of the name of a certain second-generation prince who owned a "gold" mine and had assets far exceeding Stark's.
But he had only heard of it. He didn't even read the synopsis of the movie. He just saw many Chinese people complaining that the movie was made for African Americans.
And Luke has not been African American in either of his lifetimes.
Although this information may be useful, it is of little use in the short term.
It’s useless, but it’s actually a big secret.
He certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to tell Ivan, a "employee" on probation, casually. No normal boss in the world would casually reveal high-level information to his employees.
Besides, Ivan, who was kept "alive" for observation, could still have fun leisurely like this, fortunately the bad things he did before were not serious.
In Luke's opinion, mildly evil people belong to the category of those he can control or ignore.
Letting this guy play a role and provide technical services to future "vigilantes" can be considered as atonement.
At this time, the two walked to the central station.
Luke raised his hand and signaled, "Let's have lunch first."