I, Citi Police Chief, pay money

The car stopped amidst the screeching sound of the brake pads. Chris took out a handful of small bills, calculated them, and hurriedly handed them to the taxi driver in front. Then he pushed the door hard and threw himself out. Go, run in small steps towards the New York Police Building standing in front of the Police Square, and even less have time to observe this building that looks unusually imposing now, so I rushed in.

Chris’s face is his passport. Even if he is not wearing a police uniform, all the New York police officers who come and go in the building know him. Naturally, no one stops him from running in the corridors of the building.

Relying on the memory of his predecessor, Chris successfully found the police chief's office in the building. When he stepped forward to knock on the door, the policeman standing in front of the door reached out and stopped Chris.

"Chris, haven't you been on vacation for three days? Why are you back now?"

"I also want to take a three-day vacation, but isn't something wrong? Let go, I have something to ask the director." Chris said hastily.

"Really, it's urgent."

The police officer who stopped Chris seemed to have thought of something, and his face suddenly realized.

"Oh, that's right, wait a minute, I'll let you know."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and knocked on the wooden door, and a questioning voice came from inside.

"whats the matter."

"Inspector Chris is calling."

"Is that Officer Chris Levinson?"

"Yes."

"Let him in, I just happened to have something to look for him."

The police officer guarding the door stepped aside and made a "good luck" gesture to Chris.

Chris opened the door and walked in. In the spacious and ornately decorated room, he saw the white man sitting behind the desk facing the door.

This is an old white man with dark hair but a wrinkled face. He is wearing a large but close-fitting tailored suit, holding a lit cigar in his hand. Seeing Chris enter, the old white man turned towards the office. The table across the table held out a hand, motioning for Chris to sit down in front of him.

"Chris, it seems that you have received the message."

"Chief James, I heard that something happened to Superintendent Marcus. Is this true?" Chris asked eagerly.

"I have two pieces of news to tell you. One is good news and the other is bad news. Which one do you want to hear?" Police Chief James James was not in a hurry to answer Chris's inquiry, but instead acted slowly.

"Director, tell me the bad news first." Chris suppressed his anger, and showed a flattering smile to the old white man.

"Hmm." James was very satisfied with Chris's performance, he said with a light voice.

"Last night after attending a banquet, Superintendent Marcus was driving home when he encountered a robber who used a revolver to rob and kill a couple. Superintendent Marcus, out of his sense of justice and the police badge on his body, With a sense of responsibility, he resolutely got out of the car, chased after him with his own gun, and started a heroic fight with the robbers..."

If possible, Chris would like to punch back to the past right now and give this old guy a pair of Panda brand glasses, and now his stomach is growling, protesting to Chris that there is nothing inside, which intensifies his urgent desire now Anxiety about knowing the truth, and the old guy was wasting his precious time by talking to journalists.

Can this be tolerated?This is of course... tolerable.

No way, this old guy is his immediate boss, unless Chris doesn't want to be a policeman, and he doesn't want to hang out in New York City anymore, otherwise he really has to listen quietly.

James didn't notice Chris's impatience, he was still talking endlessly.

"...In this way, Superintendent Marcus successfully subdued the robbers. Although he unfortunately failed to save the victim couple, he managed to save the victim's son from the robbers' gunpoint." , This is really a heroic deed worthy of praise."

"The news about what happened to Superintendent Marcus is..." Chris asked cautiously after James stopped.

"Oh, that's really not fake news." James replied with a bit of resentment.

"After Superintendent Marcus shot and killed the robber, he realized that he had been stabbed several times by the robber with a sharp weapon during the fierce battle. Although he successfully rescued the hostage, he did not have the energy to drive In the end, he could only spend his last effort to drive back to his nearest home, and then just returned to the door, the respectable Superintendent Marcus died in the car due to excessive blood loss, and was passed by early this morning found out and called the police.”

Having said that, James seemed to have thought of something and made an urgent addition.

"The above content is the information provided by the little boy rescued by Superintendent Marcus when he made an oral interview at the New York Police Headquarters."

Chris is speechless, "respected" director, we are all our own people, not newspaper reporters, who doesn't know who, just a frightened little boy whose parents have just been shot dead, how could he use such an order at this time? Clearly speaking such a carefully edited story, it must be an urgent press release for the director by the press officer in the bureau.

Chris sighed secretly. Now he combined what Director James said and his previous understanding of Superintendent Marx, and he quickly deduced the process for him.

Last night, Superintendent Markus, who had been able to get drunk once for a long time due to the prohibition of alcohol, was driving home because of drunkenness. , did not return to the rich community protected by many patrolmen and private security guards.

Superintendent Marcus, who found out that he was driving the wrong way, got out of the car to ask for directions. It was more likely that he had drunk too much and wanted to put some water in the alley by the street. Then he found out as soon as he went in. The robbers who were shooting and robbing a couple, out of professional instinct, Superintendent Marcus immediately pulled out his .38 revolver and shouted "Police, don't move!" at the robbers.

According to professional regulations, the police should yell "police" before shooting. Are you shouting and shooting at the same time?

The problem lies in Superintendent Marcus's overreach. He didn't assess what kind of negative state his alcoholism would bring. His current marksmanship can be brought into full play, which is already the "alcohol test" of Superintendent Marcus. The resistance brought about is working. How much combat power the Marcus inspector can have at that time is really only God knows.

The theoretical range of this revolver launched by Smith Company in 1908 is 50 meters, but the actual effective range is less than 30 meters. The bullet will float when it flies over 20 meters, resulting in its actual killing distance is very short and low, which can be said to be very ideal. Police pistols... Police officers use it to shoot gangsters, never worrying about accidentally killing innocent civilians passing by.

Because of the power of the .38 revolver, it is difficult for the police to even shoot the robber. If you don’t hit him with two or three shots, you can’t stop the robber from attacking.

Under various circumstances, Superintendent Marcus can use this "exquisite and compact senior police officer's waist decoration" to successfully kill the ruthless robber who shot and killed the victim without saying a word. Chris really admires him, really It’s an iron-blooded man. Anyway, Chris couldn’t imagine how he was facing the bullets of the robbers. Oh no, it was the picture of continuing to stab himself with the knife of the robbers, and still firing with that small pistol. Just thinking about it makes me feel phantom pain all over my body.

In addition to admiration, Chris also hated iron and steel, Superintendent Marcus, you said that as a police chief who is about to take office, why would you take such a risk? Can't you just turn around and leave?Anyway, at that time, you weren't wearing a police uniform, and the robber didn't know you were a policeman, and he certainly wasn't interested in chasing you after he just snatched up a deal.

As long as you get out of danger, it doesn't matter whether you call the nearby policemen to deal with him, or go back to the car and pull out the long gun from the trunk to fight the robbers. How about holding the "delicate and compact senior police officer's waist ornament" and confronting the robbers?

Then he was shot by the robber with poor marksmanship, missed the bullet, and finally had to fight hand-to-hand. He got back in the car and drove home. He wanted to get medical treatment, but died at the door of the house. The tragic result .

what is this?A typical case of alcoholism harmful to physical and mental health?If I didn't have a soul pass through, wouldn't it mean that the two newly appointed senior police officers of the [-]th District Police Department died collectively because of drinking too much?

Chris is very depressed, and Superintendent Marcus is dead, which means that his backer and backer are gone.

"Director James, since Superintendent Marcus died in the line of duty, then... who is the new director of the sixteenth division?" Chris asked with some reluctance, hoping that Director James would have a conscience and be able to elect more One came out for the dead ghost to help him share the pressure.

"This involves the good news that I haven't shared with you..." James sucked on the cigar in his hand rhythmically, feeling the aroma of tobacco in his mouth for a long time before he spit it out in satisfaction , A puff of smoke jetted out from his bloody mouth and shot into the air, filling the entire director's office with faint smoke.

Chris held his breath expressionlessly, he didn't think the so-called tobacco smell was good as he didn't smoke.

"The good news is that after the New York Police Department received the news that Superintendent Marcus had died in the line of duty, the mayor's commissioner called an emergency meeting of the senior superintendents. , successfully persuaded the mayor commissioner and the police supervisors to let them agree that you can act as the police chief of the sixteenth district with the rank of police inspector. With support, the inspector was promoted to superintendent and became the real chief of the sixteenth district police station."

Seeing James's complacent expression, expressing his gratitude to me, Chris immediately stepped forward, holding Chief James's hand in mid-air with surprise, and shaking it vigorously up and down.

"Thank you very much, Director James, I will definitely work hard and make performance that lives up to your expectations in the shortest possible time." Although when he said this, Chris thought the opposite thing in his heart, But that didn't stop him from making a flattered expression.

"Well, well, you just know my good intentions." James quickly withdrew the palm caught by Chris, put it under the table calmly, and waved the cigar with the other hand , like swinging a saber, banishing Chris from his office.

"Acting Director Chris, you can leave. By the way, remember to take office three days later on time. The security environment in the jurisdiction of the [-]th Branch Bureau is not very good recently. If you can, you should take office early."

"Okay, okay, Director, does the General Administration have any support for the [-]th Division?" Chris smiled flatteringly and continued to linger in the office, as if he hadn't seen James' actions, his buttocks were glued Sitting on the stool, he let the lit cigar wave back and forth in front of him, but refused to get up and leave.

Hames had a headache, this stunned young man hadn't realized that he still looked like this before.

"Okay, okay, I will ask the General Administration to allocate another [-] US dollars of public funds to you."

"Where's that person? The [-]th district bureau is understaffed. Can you send me some old police officers so that I can start my work!" Chris continued to stalk him, intending to get him out of the hands of the stingy chief. more support.

"No, it's only [-] US dollars. Now the New York Police Department is short of funds and manpower. I really don't know where to find people for you. If you want someone, find it yourself. Don't bother me here." James stopped smoking the irritated cigar, and waved away Chris continuously, looking impatient.

Seeing James like this, Chris accepted it as soon as he was ready, stood up neatly, turned around and left, opened the door and left the director's office.

"Hiss...why didn't I realize how strong this guy is before? Next time I won't provoke him like this." Seeing Chris leave the office, James tried his best to put it under the table Holding his hand in front of him, he gently pressed the red palm with the other hand, trying to eliminate the constant pain as much as possible.

"My hand won't be crushed by that idiot Chris? No, I have to go to the doctor after get off work."

On the other hand, after leaving James' office and coming to the police bathroom where no one else was there, the joyful smile that had been hanging on Chris's face since he left the office immediately disappeared and was replaced by gloom and resentment.

"Your uncle, you pushed me into the fire pit and acted like you want to train me. Who are you disgusting, old guy." Chris whispered to himself angrily in Chinese.

"It's okay to come to the hell's kitchen to be the chief of the branch. I have my own support and plans, so I can't be incapable. But if you want someone to pay, you can send me fifty thousand dollars in public funds. Old guy, you This is too much, if you are so unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous in the future."

After venting his anger, Chris adjusted the expression on his face with his hands. After returning to his usual look, he pushed open the door of the bathroom and walked out.

And just after Chris left, a young policeman in the toilet who was squatting in the pit with his trousers stripped off had a dazed expression on his face... Listen to the voice, the person who spoke just now was the recently promoted Inspector Chris. Where did he say to himself? What are you talking to yourself, because the joy of being promoted to inspector is too great, are you celebrating alone in a place where no one is around?But why can't I understand what he is saying?

After leaving the New York Police Headquarters building, Chris stood by the gate and thought for a while. He waved to the yellow taxi not far away. After a while, he sat in the back of the taxi and said to the driver.

"Sir, do you know where the office of the "third class" in the United States is located in New York?"

"Oh, of course I know, sir, it's not a secret thing."

"That's good, drive me there, my destination is there."

After Chris finished speaking, he leaned back on his seat, closed his eyes and meditated, thinking about how to persuade the person he was about to meet.

The predecessor has been on the battlefield for a long time, and I also know many friends who are in the army. He has retired, but there are still some officers who have not retired. Now the person Chris is looking for is a non-discharged man. A friend, a friend who can give him some help as long as he gives money.

It is impossible to expect more support from the New York Police Department, and as far as Chris knows, the current [-]th branch is said to be rebuilt, and the old guy James also mobilized some police officers from other branches to support the [-]th branch. Six divisions, but relying on Chris's understanding of the old guys, most of those police officers must be rookies, and the number must be extremely limited.

Relying on the $[-] in public funds, it would be great if Chris could build the framework of the [-]th Precinct police station. If he wants to make further achievements, he has to play some dirty tricks and get some black gold that can't be put on the table to maintain , Expand the Sixteenth Division, and if you want to do this, the original police officers in the Sixteenth Division are not trustworthy, and Chris must find foreign aid to help him.

As I said before, Chris has a system, and this system is similar to a high-performance computer. It has two main capabilities. One is a market for communicating with other worlds, allowing Chris to use RMB to buy things that meet the requirements of his previous life. The materials of the Republic’s regulations, this is why Chris feels that he can quickly become a small capitalist... As for how the RMB comes from, it depends on the second ability of the system.

The second ability of the system is to help Chris communicate with a second parallel world with far more technology than Chris's original world, and to help his current world put on a game skin, so that players from the second world can come to him. Beside him, as the fourth natural disaster, he was constrained by tasks and rewards. In addition to working hard for Chris, he also took the initiative to recharge money for him to use.

Taking advantage of the time, Chris opened the system interface that outsiders could not see. After some operations, he sat down on the car seat with a sigh of relief.

"Okay, the matter is done, it depends on how many people I invited are willing to come and help me."

……

At the same time, in different worlds, in a certain chat software channel, there are several people who are talking about bullshit in different places.

Pandaren: Oh, have you received it?

Yan Wushuang: What did you receive?Don't sell melon seeds... Uh, don't be a joke, talk about things quickly.

Li Gangjing: That’s right, that’s right, everyone knows that you live in the No. [-] New District of Lunar City, if you continue like this, don’t blame us for finding you to play with!

Pandaren: Well, I said, I said, it's an invitation for the internal test of Baihu Studio, I received the invitation, do you have it?

Yan Wushuang: Invitation?Baihu Studio has launched a new game?

Lao She: I heard that the cold weapon game currently operated by Baihu Studio is too bloody and violent, and the higher authorities want to ban it. It is not surprising that it is preparing a new stealth game now.

Pandaren: Lao She, have you received the invitation?

Lao She: Yes, but his game called "Citi Police Simulator" seems to be planning to open a private server and is not going to open the operation. The download link of the test invitation link he sent is hidden tightly. It disappeared, and there is no way to share it with you.

Li Gangjing: It’s not surprising, after all, the games operated by Baihu Studio are too... so what, if they are reported, there is a 90.00% chance that they will be banned. If you charge money, they will not lose money.

Pandaren: Gang Jing, are you ready to join us?

Li Gangjing: Of course, as the number one diehard fan of Baihu Studio, how could I miss it?I am already chatting privately with the customer service of Baihu Studio, give them a million dollars, I believe they will send me a test invitation.

Yan Wushuang: Well then, see you in the new game.

Pandaren: Are you going to deposit money too?

Yan Wushuang: I forgot to mention that I also have test invitations.

Li Gangjing: Throw a wrench at you.JPG

Chapter 4: Chapter 4 A new official took office

Chris has three days off, that is to say, the old guy in the New York Police Department has set aside three days for him to prepare for his post, and during these three days, Chris is not stupid enough to use these precious time to eat, drink and have fun everywhere , On the contrary, during these three days, he was so busy working for the future of the Clinton district that he ran around outside, dealing with those people who charged how much and did what they did, and negotiated the price of the work.

It's not easy. In order to accomplish what Chris wants to accomplish, in addition to devoting all his time to three days, he also put his predecessor's three-year military salary, captain's officer's retirement fee, and two-year police salary , and the huge savings accumulated from collecting black gold, etc., all spilled out.

This is a huge amount of money that ordinary American families can hardly accumulate in their lifetime, because "Chris"'s money values ​​are not the same as Americans in a broad sense. He is more like a Chinese. When he has money, he saves it. Get up, except for the necessary living expenses, carefully calculate all the extra expenses.

Chris didn't know what his predecessor planned to do with the huge sum of money, but this did not prevent him from spending all the money happily, leaving only two hundred dollars as his daily expenses.

Three days passed quickly in Chris' busy schedule, and in the early morning of the fourth day, he began to prepare for the first meeting between the police chief of his sixteenth division and his subordinates.

After hastily eating breakfast, putting on the inspector's uniform, police badge and .38 police pistol, and grooming himself meticulously, Chris left the apartment and prepared to go to the sixteenth district police station... Here, Chris Rees had no choice but to find the landlord, Mr. Edland, last night, and told him that he couldn't find a new house because of his busy work, and I'm afraid he would have to continue to bother him for a while.

As long as Chris is still serving as the police chief in Hell's Kitchen, he will have to move out of this cozy and comfortable apartment, if nothing else, because it is inconvenient and unsafe.

Hell's Kitchen is located on the edge of Manhattan Island, and the place where Chris is now standing is close to the center of Manhattan, not a short distance from the Clinton area. Not a pleasant thing to do, and relying on NYC taxis to get to and from get off work is a bit too costly.

Besides, living so far away is really not safe for Chris himself. After all, he is about to serve as the director of the most chaotic Hell's Kitchen slum. Whether he wants to or not, he will always offend some lawbreakers. Once someone wants to kill Ke When Chris, the enemy who blocked their money and arrested family members, Chris's journey to and from get off work would be the best choice for these gangsters.

In order not to give the gangsters this chance, Chris should live in a safer place protected by the Hell's Kitchen police.

Chris left the house and flagged a taxi outside the apartment.

"Clinton Precinct, Sixteenth Precinct Police Department."

As soon as Chris said the words, the driver sitting in front tensed up, and quickly turned back to look at the passengers behind him. When he saw the police uniform on Chris, the tense expression on his face relaxed.

"Hell's Kitchen Police, all right, sit tight sir."

Chris saw the driver's actions, and he knew that the situation in the jurisdiction he was about to take over was worse than he expected. On the streets of New York, taxi drivers are always more informed than ordinary citizens. I know the whole of New York City best, where it is safe, it is no problem to walk at night, and where it is dangerous, there may be accidents when passing by during the day.

The Sixteenth District Police Station is located on No.40 Sixth Avenue in Hell’s Kitchen. Looking down from the sky above the Clinton precinct, the police station stands in the center. When choosing the address of the Sixteenth District Police Station, the architect hired by the New York Police Department Obviously, after detailed and serious consideration, the location chosen is conducive to the police officers of the [-]th Division to conduct street patrols and emergency police dispatch.

Unfortunately, no matter how convenient the terrain is, when the overall strength of the sixteenth district police station declines and criminal activities in the area become too rampant, such terrain becomes a restriction instead, making the police officers of the sixteenth district feel dangerous and everywhere All are enemies.

Police officers have no sense of security, and their enthusiasm and frequency of street patrols will naturally decline. The specific manifestation is that when Chris entered his jurisdiction in a taxi, he passed by the street and saw two There was a robbery in the street and a brawl happened together.

This should not be, in Chris's memory, no matter how chaotic Hell's Kitchen was before, no matter how corrupt and depraved the police at the [-]th Precinct, there would still be basic order on the streets during the day, and most of the frequent crimes were It happened in places where the patrolmen couldn't take care of them at night, but now these crimes that shouldn't have happened have appeared during the day.

This is enough to illustrate the power and deterrence of the Sixteenth District Police Department that is now a fiction.

The taxi quickly brought Chris to the police station in the sixteenth district. He paid the money, got out of the car, and stood in front of and behind the police station. Chris didn't rush in, but stood there and looked at the hanging building. house with the New York Police badge.