I, Citi Police Chief, pay money

After having this money, Chris didn't bother to trouble James anymore, so he took the money and went back home, returned to the [-]th district, called all the policemen involved in the case in the conference room, and took out [-] yuan on the spot. The money was issued in pounds, and the director shared [-] pounds, and the others shared the remaining [-] pounds according to yesterday's ratio.

No one has any objection to this ratio of money. All the participants in the vampire kidnapping case think it is a very reasonable thing. The leader only takes half, which is already very restrained. Normally, the leader swallows it all, or eats it. Seventy to eighty percent is common sense.

The [-] pounds were divided by the police, and the remaining [-] pounds will be used as public funds for the sixteenth district. No one has any objections to this.

The money is distributed. As for how the police spend the pounds, that is their business. If they want to exchange pounds for dollars, they can go directly to the bank to exchange them. If they want to exchange more, they can go to black market dealers. In this way, you can also avoid the personal tax payment problem of the tax bureau. As for whether you will be caught by the tax officer, that is a personal matter. Chris is not the policeman's parents, so he has no interest in caring about him. Things that cost money.

Compared with the troubles of the police officer, Chris now has a bigger worry surrounding him, and this worry is... the environment in Hell's Kitchen is more dangerous than he expected.

The two things of alcohol and drug trafficking are not a big deal in the current environment. The former is run by the mafia. They only seek money, and they will not like to harass the local people like the old Mo and Lao Hei of later generations. For the police and law enforcement I also have a certain sense of awe, and I don’t think about assaulting the police when I have nothing to do. On the contrary, rather than trouble the police, the mafia prefers to spend money to bribe the local branch police for protection. The other bureaus are fine, and Chris welcomes things like that as well.

Everyone here in Hell's Kitchen is nothing more than asking for money and living. If there is anything you can sit down and discuss, you sell your bootleg alcohol, and I will maintain my law and order. Everyone is safe and sound, don't make trouble and interfere. You just throw some scapegoats and bad wine to me, so that I can explain to my superiors, and you can also report to me when you meet competitors, and I will help kill those unruly outsiders and jointly maintain the law and order of Hell's Kitchen.

Isn't this a great thing for a win-win situation! ?

That's why after Chris took office, he didn't pay attention to the local bootlegging.

As for the issue of the Mexicans who sell drugs, they are still children, and they belong to the stage where the underworld and white people in the United States don’t think highly of them, because compared with selling alcohol, drug trafficking is hard and tiring. Not to mention, there is no way to sell them at a high price. Chris wants to sweep them away. It is a very simple matter. When the [-]th Division is strong and strong, there will naturally be local gangsters who sell alcohol in order to please Chris and take the initiative to come to the police station to report These unflattering outsiders.

However, compared with supernatural existences such as vampires, whether it is alcohol or drugs, these two are pediatrics. For the latter two, Chris can handle them with a small number of players and local police, while for the former, Chris Not sure.

The occurrence of the kidnapping case directly slapped Chris awake who wanted to rely on four players to live a comfortable life fishing... Your control over Hell's Kitchen is too low!

Indeed, vampire traffickers have not been in Hell's Kitchen for a short time. Chris doesn't believe that the local gangsters didn't notice anything unusual. They must have found something wrong, but they chose not to tell the police about Hell's Kitchen. As an excuse, the residents of the Clinton precinct controlled by gangs would naturally not choose to report to the police station after encountering a disappearance case.

First, the Irish immigrants in Hell’s Kitchen don’t have much trust in the New York police. Second, it’s the gangs who suppress them and don’t allow them to report frequently, so as not to attract the police to affect their alcohol business.

Under such circumstances, just one or two missing cases were registered, and the New York police naturally didn't pay much attention to investigating the case, because such things are too common in Hell's Kitchen.

This is the main reason why Chris couldn't find any abnormalities in his jurisdiction. None of them, if the player hadn't bumped into the drug addict vampire on the street, no one knows how many people these vampires will eat before they will Leaving Hell's Kitchen... It is very likely that they will not leave after being covered by gangsters and living a comfortable life, and will operate Hell's Kitchen as a stronghold for vampires.

This is a very terrible thing. Now that a nest of vampires has been discovered, how many other species are there that have not been discovered in the dark?

Chris didn't dare to think about it anymore.

No, not for the safety of the American people, but only for the sake of my own life, so that I can live a comfortable life of fishing in the future, Hell's Kitchen must be controlled by itself, whether it is the street in the sun or the alley in the dark hand!

Chris thought hard, and immediately opened the system interface, found the official website of Baihu Studio, and began to write a new game announcement.

+To all gamers, hello, for the sake of... Baihu Studio decided to open up new internal beta quotas, open new player camps and task systems, this system, the studio will adopt extremely bold settings to operate Therefore, the selection of testers will be very strict. If you want to apply for the qualification of the internal test without deleting files, you need to carefully fill out the following form and submit it to our reviewers for review...+

Chapter 27: Chapter 26 Arms Procurement

Chris has money, what's the first thing to do?

Of course it is to buy a gun, regardless of whether Chris wants to summon more players or arm the police in the [-]th District Police Station, he needs more weapons, and these weapons cannot only be lever rifles and revolvers Pistols, these two types of weapons, are good enough for street patrolling police, but not enough for armed police who need to investigate serious cases.

In the vampire kidnapping case two days ago, if it wasn’t for the fact that Chris had five automatic firearms in his hand and four players with the melee ability to crush vampires, in this case, It's hard to say how many policemen in the sixteenth division survived, and it's not surprising that the entire army was wiped out.

Player, Chris is ready to recruit vigorously now, what he lacks now is a powerful automatic weapon that can arm the police.

Chris doesn't plan to purchase goods from civilian gun stores in New York City. The implementation of the automatic bill is too terrible for him. Chris doesn't know whether this bill can be controlled by gangsters, but it is true anyway. The hands and feet of the Sixteenth Division were tied up. On the surface, the gun store didn't have a single automatic firearm, but secretly there were several prohibited firearms, and the price and quantity couldn't meet Chris' needs.

After Chris thought about it, he thought of his good friends in the army. Since you all helped me get the files of veterans and get some munitions, there is no big problem. This is an old tradition of the American army. up.

Chris did it when he thought of it. After he found a suitable day, he went to visit his good friend with his personal savings and the purchase of weapons from the police station that he could use. .

However, the result of the visit was beyond Chris' expectation. After hearing Chris's intention, his good friend rejected his request with a nervous face and told him.

"All matters in this area are in the hands of the boss above. The lowest rank among them must be a colonel. We lieutenants dare not touch it."

Well, although it is a pity, there is no way to do it. Chris said goodbye to his good friend regretfully, and was about to go back home, but at this moment, his good friend reached out and stopped Chris.

"Although I can't give you convenience, I know where you can sell cheap military weapons."

Chris sat back immediately. Of course, he is also a sensible person. When he sat back, he took out a small dozen dollars and stuffed it under the table. His good friend took it, and after roughly estimating the thickness, he smiled with satisfaction. With a smile, he gave Chris an address and the name of the cafe.

Springfield Cafe.

Chris looked at the name and address, hey, it’s a coincidence that this coffee shop happened to be in Hell’s Kitchen, he packed up his things and rushed back to Hell’s Kitchen, and found this coffee shop two blocks away from the Sixteenth District. home cafe.

"Clang..." The bell inside the lightweight wooden door rang crisply. Wearing a black coat and a black top hat, Chris walked into this coffee shop named Spring Field Cafe with a small box in his hand. Inside.

This is a small shop with a very warm decoration style. The area inside the shop is neither particularly large nor small. It is only half the size of a basketball court. There are some wooden tables and stools inside, and there are some potted plants between the seats. Separated, as long as the guests sitting in it don't speak loudly, other people at the next table can't hear him clearly, which can be said to be very good in terms of privacy.

Chris randomly picked a table against the wall and sat down. There was a bell on the table. After he put his hat on, he reached out and pressed it.

"Ding……"

After a while, a girl wearing a women's vest and a long white skirt, with flaxen hair, coiled hair, and a pair of over-the-knee riding boots came over with a menu.

"Sir, what do you need?"

Instead of taking the menu from the girl, Chris took out a new menu from his pocket and handed it to the girl.

"Does the coffee shop sell any of the above?"

The girl took the menu, flipped through it, glanced at it, laughed, and then sat opposite Chris.

The girl's seat seemed to be a message. The moment she sat down, a big man in a gray coat came out of nowhere in the coffee shop. He walked over and hung the door of the coffee shop "Closed" behind the sign, closed the door tightly, and then walked to where Chris and the girl were sitting next to each other, standing side by side.

"Sir, my name is Chuntian, what's your name?"

"Chris, Levinson."

Hearing Chris' self-introduction, the girl froze for a moment.

"Your new chief of the sixteenth district police station?"

"It's me." Chris had anticipated such a thing before he came, and he was not surprised, nor was he surprised by the girl's reaction.

"Did the police come to us to buy weapons, too?"

"Isn't this our tradition? The police use the army's unarmed weapons." Chris asked the Springfield girl, who thought for a while and nodded in response.

"Indeed."

In fact, Chuntian was a little surprised at first that Chris, the police chief of the sixteenth division, came to buy weapons, but after she thought things through, she realized that this was actually a good thing, just as Chris said As she said, it is a tradition for the police to use retired weapons from the military. When she sells weapons to the police, it is not a black market business, but a legitimate industry that is legal and compliant.

To put it simply, the proceeds from the weapons sold in Springfield were black money, which could not be used without laundering, but the money Chris paid for the guns, as long as there are a few documents, it is white money, and there is no need to launder it , because this is a transaction between the police and the military, the money does not even have to pay taxes, and it can be used openly and aboveboard by directly remitting it to the military account.

"Is there a price list? I purchased a lot of weapons this time, so I need a list for reference." Chris said, and Chuntian took out a piece of paper from his pocket and placed it in front of Chris.

This is a list of weapons, with the names and prices of many weapons written on it. Among them, the American equipment is the big head, automatic rifles, pistols, submachine guns, bolt-action rifles, shotguns, water-cooled heavy machine guns and other weapons. Military weapons, even the military standard weapons of Germany, Britain, France, Russia, Italy, etc., also appear on it.

Obviously, the source of the weapons on this list can be seen at a glance as "decommissioned weapons" and seized weapons of the US military.

Chris looked at the content on this piece of paper and fell into deep thought. He was weighing his wallet and needs, and estimating how many weapons he would buy.

After a while, Chris raised his head and asked.

"Do you take pounds?"

"Of course." Haruta's beautiful green eyes couldn't help but smile at this moment.

"According to the official exchange, one to five, do you have any comments?"

"No."

"Okay, what do you need, my guest?"

"Automatic rifles, carbines, semi-automatic pistols, shotguns, light machine guns, water-cooled heavy machine guns, I want them all." Chris announced a series of names in one breath, then picked himself up and put them aside small box on the table, opened to reveal the inside

Box full of British pound and dollar bills.

"It's all my purchases and I want to spend it all."

"No problem, Mr. Director, we not only have stock, but also provide door-to-door delivery service."

"That's even better, I have two places that I need you to deliver, one is the sixteenth district police station, and the other is..."

Chapter 28: Chapter 27 The Establishment of Playing Cards

Chris eventually spent all the funds he brought in the Springfield Coffee Shop, going in with a full box and coming out empty.

Chris, who had returned to the [-]th division, had time to catch his breath when four players blocked Chris in his office, demanding to exchange honor points for something.

Oh, the player has accumulated enough points, do you want to change equipment or a cool weapon with a cape?It is also true that players have been very active these days. If they have more points, they should indeed spend some.

However, to Chris' surprise, the players did not intend to change their equipment, but instead planned to exchange for a set of commonly used chemical laboratory instruments in the 21st century.

Chris, who was dizzy with busy work at the time, didn't think too much about it. He counted the honor points of the four players, and exchanged all the things that could be exchanged for the players. Seeing the back of the instrument box walking out, Chris felt that something was wrong, but he didn't continue to think about it.

Because Chris has too many things to be busy with, and new players come in, he has to make arrangements.

After Chris dealt with the paperwork accumulated in the sixteenth district, early the next morning, he used the reason of "going to accept a custom police coat" to sit on the track in civilian clothes during work. The trolley left the Clinton precinct and headed for a warehouse on the outskirts of New York.

This warehouse was rented by Chris with a pseudonym and a fake ID. Anyway, the businessman who collected the money only cared about whether the dollar he got was real, and he didn't care at all about the identity of the tenant and the purpose of the warehouse.

Now, in this warehouse, there are thirty Caucasian-looking players in all kinds of casual clothes standing neatly together in the center of the warehouse. Chris is standing in front of them, and the ten players on the left are placed with weapons and ammunition. The box, on the right, held a pile of clothes and toiletries, pots and pans, and thirty sleeping bags.

"I'm Chris Levinson. I think you already know me to a certain extent, so I don't need too much introduction." Chris said this, and the players in front looked at Chris with a calm expression.

"Holy shit, why can't I move? I just entered the game and I can't move. The new game released by Baihu Studio is too weak. Is there a bug?"

"Sand Sculpture, it's obviously going through CG now, it's strange that you can move."

"Don't be noisy, don't be noisy, listen to what this NPC has to say, and take a look at the background information of the game, and the game will start later, don't even know what to do."

Chris turned a deaf ear to the discussion of the players below, as if he didn't hear it, and continued to recite the opening remarks he had prepared long ago.

The [-] new players, after careful selection by Chris, are all talents with unique skills. There are Chinese players, and there are also many white American players. It can be said that China and the United States have combined.

For example, the middle-aged player standing on the far left, with the name "Wang Defa" on his head, although his ID looks Chinese, he is actually an American. He knows it very well. He is a talent who is proficient in tax evasion and money laundering.

ID He Feiyu, a Chinese player, is a retired archery athlete in reality. He has outstanding talent and insight into shooting. Ming is the brother he met in various games. Although he has not established a studio, the relationship between them is closer than that of his colleagues in the cold studio. He is a very suitable character for being the boss of a gangster.

During Chris's lines, the thirty players also gradually learned about the background of the game and the identity of the players.

"For the sake of justice, wealth, and power, you are welcome to join the "Poker" organization." Chris introduced the player to join this organization, which he racked his brains last night.

"You can call me Mr. Levinson, or you can call me "the dealer" because I control the poker, control your promotion, there are two major levels of poker, and I, the dealer, are the top leaders 54 poker cards represent 54 code names, which proves that you are a core member of the poker card members. As for the benefits of being an organization cadre..."

Having said that, Chris paused for a moment, looking at the players below who had gathered their attention and were looking at him intently, Chris smiled and took out a gold coin with a portrait of a clown from his pocket and threw it at the player.

He Feiyu with blond hair stood at the front. He reached out to catch the gold coin, glanced at it casually, and then the message that popped up from the gold coin attracted his full attention.

+ Clown gold coin (platinum material)

Introduction: This is a metal currency issued by the poker organization. A gold coin represents a commitment from the dealer. You can take one or more clown gold coins to find a member of the poker organization to help you make one. Things can also be exchanged for weapons and money. (Note: Players can use a clown gold coin to go to the dealer to exchange money. One gold coin can be exchanged for 1 RMB. The money will be paid by Baihu Studio and directly transferred to the player's bank account.) +

"Fuck!" He Feiyu couldn't help but swear.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

"What's the matter!"

The players who didn't know when they would be able to move asked curiously around He Feiyu. The latter wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he handed the clown gold coin to the player closest to him.

"Look for yourself, I won't talk about it."

The player who took the gold coin took a few glances, and he couldn't help but swear.

"Fuck, it's real!"

The gold coins were worn one by one, and various words of shock and surprise appeared constantly. All the players were surprised to see the last note on the clown gold coin, and one by one they all exclaimed.

"What does Baihu Studio want to do? It doesn't have to be so radical to create a new game currency system."

"Fuck, is this game still available for public testing? The game currency can be exchanged for money."

"Wardfark?"

This is an idea of ​​Chris. Before recruiting players, he seriously and carefully considered what resources he has now to attract and constrain players to play the game patiently. He thought a lot, but it was all because it was not practical and He was vetoed one by one, until Chris accidentally opened his RMB account, and saw the huge number on it that was still growing, and he suddenly realized.

That's right, in this parallel world, I really don't have any resources, but in the player's world, relying on the top-up behavior of players in the previous world, I'm so fucking rich!

Ever since, the poker organization and clown gold coins were born at that time.

Chris waited quietly and patiently for the players to discuss and quarrel with each other. After the atmosphere gradually calmed down, he deliberately coughed loudly a few times to attract everyone's attention.

"Now that you obviously have a preliminary understanding of the value of this clown gold coin, let me talk about what happened after becoming a poker code member. Every code member can get a clown gold coin a month. In addition, the code name Every time a member completes a task issued by the organization, the task completer can also get a different amount of gold coins, and the poker members without a code name can also receive the task, but they will not have the benefits of monthly salary gold coins."

Having said that, Chris lowered the brim of his hat with his hands, covered his eyes, and said in a very seductive low voice.

"Okay, now you have a clown gold coin, what do you want..."

He Feiyu, who was holding the gold coin, looked at the other players around, and then gathered together to discuss in a low voice. After a while, He Feiyu, who became the representative of all the players, stood up and handed the gold coin to Chris.

"Dealer, I want to exchange gold coins."

"No problem." Chris took the gold coin, put it on his thumb, flicked it hard, and with a ding sound, the gold coin flew into the air under the gaze of everyone, and then the gold coin disappeared the moment it was about to fall without a trace.