Misty, an African-American young woman, drove the car and curled her lips: "Boss, we have been randomly patrolling the jurisdiction recently. Except for a few petty thieves, the other weed sellers, robbers, and rapes are all gone. I I think there is a problem here."
The middle-aged white man raised his eyebrows: "What's the problem?"
Misty: "This is the Clinton District, the legendary Hell's Kitchen. There were several mass murders at the end of last year. What is it like this year? Except that the houses are still so dilapidated, and the law and order are not worse than the Upper West Side. Is that reasonable?"
The middle-aged white man smiled: "So? Do you think it should always be so chaotic?"
Misty shook her head: "Of course not, but... the improvement of public security here seems to have nothing to do with us. Boss, you encouraged me before you came here, saying that you have to risk your life in order to have any effect. Now..."
The middle-aged white man scratched his head unconsciously.
He has always been very stable, but at this moment he still feels full of embarrassment when faced with this heart-wrenching question from his hard-core subordinates.
If I had known it earlier, I wouldn't have said the situation was so serious. As a result, my generals had nowhere to vent their fighting spirit, so I could only drag her out to patrol the streets. He sighed inwardly.
"Haven't you heard the wind?" He finally said, "There are too many superheroes here. Not only the Clinton area, but even the whole of Manhattan has become unsuitable for gang members. Otherwise, it's not multiple fractures Even with a concussion, it will cost money for a bastard to see a doctor."
After hearing this, Misty finally found a target to vent her anger on: "But isn't this our job? Why should we let these "vigilantes" do it? They have finished everything, so we still need the 15th branch to do it. Well?"
The middle-aged white man lowered the back of the chair a little to make his tired old waist more comfortable: "It's not them, do you think we can do our best to clean up those moths in the 15th Precinct? I'm afraid the two of us have been shot and demonstrated by gang members several times gone."
Misty snorted, "I'm not afraid."
Middle-aged white man: "Hey, I have a wife and daughter, I'm afraid it's okay?"
Misty didn't listen to such nonsense. If his boss was afraid, why would he take over the position of the chief of the 15th branch, clean up the black police and rectify the interior
But maybe he is still afraid, no one wants their relatives to be attacked by gangsters.
But now the gangsters are being purged one by one by superheroes in turn, and the black police in the 15th Precinct have no source of water.
Without the black gangs working together, many methods of these black policemen cannot be used.
At least it's hard for them to call the shooting threat a gang act, because everyone knows that the gangs in the Clinton area have been beaten to the crap and left the area.
There are no gang members who interfere with the line of sight. As long as these black policemen dare to shoot black guns, they will be targeted immediately.
With the full support of the headquarters, the director will definitely take the opportunity to win one or two local factions as a breakthrough.
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 Sub-bureau in the car, who had only been in office for a few months, also had a wry smile on his face.
Let's do it, it's not a good thing if it's too difficult.
But it doesn't feel very good to be done by others before doing anything.
Two people like him and Misty had originally parachuted into the 15th Division Bureau with considerable "courage", planning to get through this dungeon of hell.
As a result, before punching, they thought it was the target iron plate, but after punching, they realized that what they were facing was just a black-hearted rotten cotton.
After being silent for a while, he finally said: "No matter what the future holds, the 15th Division will be brought back by us. Even if these superheroes don't appear again in the future, we will have greater power to maintain order in the Clinton District, right? ?"
Misty was dumbfounded for a moment, then thumped the steering wheel annoyedly: "But I'm not reconciled. I'm not from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, so why do I spend my energy on investigating gangsters every day?"
The middle-aged white man stopped talking.
Everyone understands the truth. It's a good thing that his subordinates are enthusiastic about work, so he won't hit her.
It's better to hold back your energy. Once people are satisfied, they tend to slack off, and they won't be able to respond in case of an emergency.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of the peaceful and peaceful neighborhoods he came from, and he became suspicious: Is there really an emergency here
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Two days later at noon, the avatar was walking on the streets of New York with Da Ben's face on it, and beside him was a middle-aged man whose face could only be described as beautiful. He was Ivan after plastic surgery.
The doppelgänger in a custom-made suit is in stark contrast to Ivan in his simple overalls. The common point is that both of them are very attractive to women.
Daben's face is that kind of "positively handsome, with black-rimmed glasses, tall and straight body, calm temperament, a typical "elite class" image.
Ivan's face was leaning toward handsomeness, and his decadent and dark temperament without any disguise made him look more like a prodigal son.
In terms of the number of women who attracted the attention of the two, Luke only accounted for 30%, while Ivan accounted for 70%.
But many women will turn their attention to Luke after a few more glances.
It's not because Luke is more attractive, but because his clothes are obviously richer.
In a place like Manhattan, most people, men and women, are significantly more interested in money.
The two people walking on the street didn't pay attention to these gazes, they just walked forward leisurely.
Ivan raised his eyes and landed on the Sark sign on the top of the tall building not far away: "Hehe, rich man."
Luke: "Actually, he is not the richest second generation on earth."
Ivan hummed, and didn't hear the answer after a while, so he couldn't help turning his head: "Why don't you say it?"
Luke smiled lowly: "My information is very valuable."
Although he didn't pay much attention to Marvel in his last life, and he didn't watch the later movies, he still heard a little about the name of a second generation Wang who owns a "gold" mine and whose assets far exceed Stark's.
But he had only heard about it. He didn't even read the synopsis of the movie. He just watched a lot of Chinese complain that the movie was made for African-Americans.
As for Luke, he was not of African descent in both his lifetimes.
This information is useful, but it is almost useless in a short time.
Say it's useless, it's actually a big secret.
Naturally, he wouldn't be so stupid as to casually tell Ivan the "employee" during the probationary period. A normal boss in this world would not casually disclose high-level news to his employees.
What's more, Ivan, who belongs to the "fate" for inspection, can still play leisurely like this, thanks to the fact that the bad things he did before were not serious.
Mildly evil people belong to Luke, who can be controlled or ignored.
Let this guy play a role and provide technical services for the future "vigilante police", which can be regarded as atonement.
At this time, the two walked to the central station.
Luke raised his hand to signal: "Let's have lunch first."
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