I, Citi Police Chief, pay money

"Intel on every mob bootleg factory in Hell's Kitchen."

"If you just buy an address, one gold coin is enough. If you want a more detailed plot, such as the internal structure of the factory and the daily garrison personnel, that one gold coin is not enough." No. [-] softly reminded Anlu San, and then The reporter froze for a moment, then became entangled.

An Lusan hesitated. He didn't have many gold coins in his hand, only two, and these two were earned by himself through hard work. If he wanted to spend one, he was willing to let him buy two at once. , An Lusan was a little bit reluctant... This is 2 yuan.

But this task is very important, so important that as long as it is successful, his boss, Agent Mike, will have the hope of being promoted to a field supervisor, instead of a special agent, in an embarrassing state of being unable to get up or down.

"Mr. Anlusan, I have a plan." Seeing Anlusan's embarrassment, No. [-] took the initiative to end it and offered him a suggestion.

"You can pinpoint the information on a bootleg factory on a block, so that a gold coin can buy the information you want, and you can also provide me with an important piece of information to offset a gold coin."

Hearing No. [-]'s suggestion, An Lusan felt that it made sense, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then I want information on a block."

"Then which block does Mr. An Lusan want information on?" As soon as No. [-]'s words came out, An Lusan's eyes suddenly lit up. Which block? Doesn't this mean that there is a loophole that can be exploited.

"Then can you tell me what neighborhood information you can choose for me?"

"Mr. Anlusan, please deal seriously." No. [-] didn't fall into the trap, and blocked Anlusan's idea of ​​taking advantage of the loophole with his backhand.

"Well then, I hope to get information on neighborhoods that are easier to enter and attack, because on December 21st..."

Chapter 123: Chapter 110 Chapter Eight ([-])

Time moves forward unswervingly, the US presidential election has been divided, and the newly appointed President XX is full of ambition. In his inaugural speech, he uttered nonsense and lied all over the sky. In short, Chris has no interest To pay attention to what bullshit the big guy whose name he can't even remember is talking about.

Compared with the high-ranking president, Chris is more concerned about who will be the mayor of New York next year, because from the current wave of loudest calls, the incumbent mayor has little hope of being re-elected, because of the successive major incidents this year, and the New York police because of the continuous funding He was cut off and performed poorly. Not only were the New Yorkers upset with him, but Wall Street capitalists thought the current mayor was a waste. Both parties reached an agreement and were ready to let him go.

For the [-]th District Police Department and Chris, this may be a good thing, because when the current mayor was in office, the New York City Police Department was indeed somewhat underfunded, and a certain mayoral candidate who had a chance to win was more In a public speech for the first time, he publicized that after he took office, he would increase police funding and rectify the law and order of gold in New York City... blah blah blah.

In short, it is beneficial to the New York police if the current mayor goes down and the new mayor comes up.

However, Chris does not have too much hope for this. As we all know, the words and promises made by politicians before taking office are forgotten after taking office, and even the administrative direction is completely opposite. It is not strange. Therefore, Ke Reese just listened to what the political animal said, and didn't take it seriously.

Compared with those big things, Chris pays more attention to the small things in front of him, such as Christmas, or the actions of the Prohibition agents who are close at hand.

……

On December 21, in the middle of the night, on the driveway near the fifth block of Tenth Avenue in the Clinton district, a black Ford with a New York City license plate was parked on the side of the road, and Chris sat alone in the car, closing his eyes and resting his mind .

To be honest, although the days of being the police chief of the [-]th District were very comfortable and fishing was very comfortable, it was indeed a bit boring. No, Chris ran out to watch a show tonight.

It is impossible for An Lusan to hide the information he bought at No. 25 of Unfinished Building from him, the dealer. Since he said that Prohibition Agents will operate on No. 21, Chris believes that the FBI is indeed preparing to Operation 21.

The purpose of Chris coming here today is very pure, that is, to watch a show behind a neutral person. In order to be able to watch a good show, he did not bring anyone in the police station with him, nor did he inform the gangs in the block Of course, Chris is not trying to die. Before he came, he also made bulletproof clothing for the car under his buttocks. In order not to eat melons and enter the crematorium.

"boom……"

When there was an explosion, Chris woke up from the state of closing his eyes and resting his mind. He straightened his body and looked towards the direction of the explosion with piercing eyes. Where no one else could see, Chris's sight had already passed from the sky. Projecting down, ignoring the occlusion of the night and the walls of the building, he saw the party who was preparing to raid a large warehouse...it was the FBI.

God's perspective.

This is the function of the Chris system map. In the last world, such a function was not open to players. In this world, Chris did not choose to do this. There is no other reason. Such an ability is too cheating. He It is enough for one person to have it. There are too many people who own it, and there is a risk.

In the eyes of Chris, there are about 50 or [-] Prohibition agents wearing suit jackets and top hats. Everyone has a fully automatic pistol and a submachine gun. In terms of energy and equipment, they are not bad, because Bootleggers are just doing the dangerous work of booze hunting. If they are not well equipped, how can you do it with bootleggers? They are not ordinary peddlers. When they are caught, their first reaction is not to just let them go. Or run away, but draw a gun and fight back.

There is no other reason, but the profit is too big, so big that once the bootlegging transportation goes wrong, the black boss will kill their whole family.

Therefore, the Prohibition agents are well equipped, and among these people, Chris also saw a familiar face... Detective Mike, this kid also mixed with the Prohibition agents with his large-caliber revolver, and brought Agent Gray and a player named An Lusan mixed in the crowd.

Seeing these three people, Chris actually couldn't figure out why these three guys got mixed up with these Prohibition agents. When Agent Andy said that Agent Mike was involved, his first reaction was actually disbelief. , Agents in charge of heterogeneous affairs would do this, isn't this a little too low, and the force (harmony) will be gone all at once.

However, in reality, when he saw Agent Mike leading people into action, Chris suddenly realized one thing, could it be because they ran out of funds, so he came out to inquire about information with those Prohibition agents, and Participating in the action in person is to be able to mix a sum of money and enjoy Christmas.

Thinking of this reason, Chris felt that his inference was very likely. Even the special forces of the military in Springfield were facing a shortage of funds and had to sell arms to make a living. The special response department of the FBI, It is also possible to fall into the same predicament.

But... this is a bit strange. The U.S. Army is short of money, which is normal. Because of the "enemy on Capitol Hill", the life of the U.S. military is very tight in peacetime, but the FBI cannot and should not Lack of money.

The funds of this agency have always been sufficient, not to mention the prohibition funds obtained by the FBI during the prohibition period. The bureau is not short of money, its internal special response units and agents are short of money.

"Is this someone deliberately suppressing this kind of response department?" Chris touched his chin, thinking.

While Chris was in deep thought, the federal agents who were carrying out the raid ran into trouble... The expected resistance of gangster gunmen was too tenacious and their firepower was too fierce. They had just blasted open the closed front door of the warehouse with explosives , within a minute of rushing in, there was a dense gunfire that was comparable to the sound of Chinese New Year's cannons.

"My God, what's going on!" cried Agent Mike, who was buried in a pile of oil drums.

"Boss, I told you earlier, the enemy's firepower is not bad..."

"But why didn't you say that they each have a submachine gun!!!"

Chapter 124: Chapter 110

The federal Prohibition agents have made a plan of action before they act. With sufficient intelligence support, for example, who is the gang in the brewery, how many people are there, where there are sentries in the block, and who is the sentry, they will all know. It was clear that their progress was very smooth, and they were able to quietly touch the outside of the warehouse without being discovered, all thanks to the support of intelligence.

In general, the Prohibition agents are still very well prepared, but there is a slight deviation in the perception of the current firepower of the Hell's Kitchen gang.

The Sten submachine gun, this thing has recently become very popular in Hell's Kitchen in New York and the underground black market in other cities outside of New York. The reason is simple and cheap.

Players buy from Chris, the wholesale price is nine dollars a rod, retail sales in Hell's Kitchen, it is twelve dollars a rod, and the price increases by five dollars to seventeen dollars when the player ships it outside.

The monthly salary of an ordinary worker is about US$35. Even the most expensive one is US$[-]. The Sten submachine gun is only a little more expensive than a revolver, and cheaper than an automatic pistol, a shotgun, and a lever rifle. , Under such circumstances, seventeen dollars can buy a submachine gun, not to mention the American gangsters, even ordinary workers can afford it.

Under such circumstances, the Sten submachine guns peddled by players are very popular. To be honest, one white can cover up all ugliness, and for commodities, cheapness can also cover up all ugliness.

The gangsters in the Clinton jurisdiction where Chris is located are the fastest to discover this cheap submachine gun. Those big gangsters and mafia crime families don’t like this cheap but very ugly weapon. They have more money to buy better But the middle and low-level gangsters don't care, there is nothing wrong with being ugly, cheap is king.

Because of the cheapness, even gangsters who have just entered the industry can scrape together a sum of money to equip themselves with a Sten submachine gun, which is useless for robbery. Can give yourself a sense of security.

This has caused the embarrassment of the current prohibition detectives. They used explosives to blow open the front door of the warehouse, rushed in majesticly, and then were suppressed by the gangster inside with a submachine gun. Some people fled to the warehouse door in a panic. , Succeeded to escape after paying a little casualties, and some people, such as Agent Mike, An Lusan, and several Prohibition agents searched for cover on the spot and hid in the pile of oil drums inside the warehouse gate.

"Detective Anlu three!" Detective Mike, who was suppressed to death, couldn't take it any longer. He tried to shoot back with his gun, but he didn't fire twice, and his fingers were shattered by the bullets that hit him nearby. He was injured by the iron sheet fragments, and seeing more and more bullets falling near his hiding place, he couldn't help shouting.

"Understood..." An Lusan who was called was also unambiguous, so he took out a smoke bomb purchased from Hydra in his arms, pulled the tab and threw it out. In just one second, the place near An Lusan was covered.

Losing the visible field of vision, the bullets fired by those gangster gunmen at Anlusan were reduced a lot. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Anlusan stood up, raised his Thomson submachine gun to the direction of the gunshots, and shot at Anlusan. The shuttle swept over.

An Lusan's Thomson submachine gun is a drum version with ample ammunition. After shooting, there is no stop. After the clear gunshots sounded, the gangster gunmen who continued to shoot were countered. When several people found that a bullet was flying around them, they immediately shrank their heads and squatted down, losing their arrogance.

The Prohibition detectives were not for nothing. The gunshots in the warehouse were a little less, and they immediately jumped out of their hiding places, raised their submachine guns and opened fire in the direction of the gangster gunmen.

When I broke the door before, I didn't expect the people inside to be armed with a submachine gun. I was caught off guard and was suppressed by the gangster gunmen. Now I know that in the face-to-face confrontation, the marksmanship of the federal agents is better than that of the gangsters. Open fire, and kill those brave men who dare to stand up, and the remaining gangster gunmen are suppressed and unable to move.

Some federal agents continued to shoot, while the other held their weapons and bowed their waists to venture forward. At the same time, there were explosions from other directions in the warehouse. Chris, who was observing the battle from the perspective of God, could see it clearly. Other Prohibition agents, they raided other entrances to the warehouse.

After discovering such a situation, Chris knew that this group of bootleggers was hopeless, the most important front door was breached, and the buttocks were pierced. There may be a secret passage in the warehouse to allow the boss to escape, but what is the use of it? The bootleg liquor in the brewery and half of the warehouses are gone, what else can he do after escaping?I can only hide my name and be an ordinary person.

The gangster gunmen in the warehouse obviously came to the same result. Soon, they lost their will to resist, dropped their weapons, raised their hands and knelt down and surrendered. So far, the Prohibition detectives have won an all-round victory.

Seeing this, Chris yawned. He was a little sleepy and wanted to go back to sleep, but he couldn't sleep, and he couldn't leave. Chris still had to see if the Prohibition agent in the warehouse would ask Andy. As the police said, they produced evidence to frame the sixteenth district police station.

Facts have proved... No, the information Agent Andy gave to Chris was really nine truths and one false, and it was mixed with personal affairs and malice. If Chris really believed him and did something, he would definitely be caught by him. Pit to death.

Chris stayed in the car and watched for two or three hours, watching the Prohibition agents clean up the scene, drive their own wounded to medical treatment, and in order to vent their anger and keep the amount of bootleg alcohol they seized, they shot and killed all those who surrendered. The members of the gang, watching them plunder the valuables in the warehouse, finally sent people to the sixteenth district to call the police, and let the police clean up the mess...

Seeing the end, Chris drove away. If the anti-alcoholic detectives wanted to frame the sixteenth district police station, they wouldn't let the last dirty work be done by the sixteenth district police.

Although he knew it was a good thing, but at the end, Chris still gritted his teeth a little bit. Look, this is why the New York police generally don’t like federal agents. He even called the police to ask the police to clean up the scene. Not to mention the credit, he had to do hard work to clean up the smashed corpses at the scene.

Chapter 125 : Chapter 120 Merry Christmas ([-])

After the bootlegging detectives took action last night, Hell's Kitchen hasn't changed much. Although someone's brewery was investigated, the local gangsters didn't feel like they were fighting against each other. Instead, they took the opportunity to increase the price of drinks by [-]% .

But if I don’t have any impression of this matter, it’s a little bit. After suffering a small loss, the FBI began to investigate the source of the Sten submachine gun. This kind of cheap submachine gun is too scary, and it really made them spread. Come on, the threat to the city's law and order is too great.

Investigation is not easy. Players have paid attention to anti-reconnaissance when they sell guns. Federal agents want to investigate the source based on the clues provided by informants. It is somewhat difficult. Hell's Kitchen itself is not a good place. There are a lot of dealers and gun dealers. You rush in without thinking to check for guns. What kind of guns do you want to check?whose gun?

Under such circumstances, it is only a ghost that the work of the federal agents can go smoothly.

But if you say that they can't find anything, that's too underestimating the capabilities of the FBI. The federal agents found a gangster in Hell's Kitchen, and then reached an agreement with him under what conditions. The latter turned around He sold the information of a player who retailed arms to federal agents.

With the specific information, the federal agents quickly found the target and arrested him at the player's home. The arrested player did not panic at all, but was a bit novel, and because of this novelty, when the federal agent When interrogating him, the players honestly told them what they wanted to know.

For example, the source of the Sten submachine gun.

Of course, this player was not stupid enough to confess Chris, the dealer, and the [-]th District Police Department. He just confessed the Springfield Cafe and the Iron-Blooded Arms Company.

With these two pieces of accurate information, the FBI found out that this was the real source after a random search. The Sten submachine gun was included in the firearms application list publicly applied by the Iron Blood Manufacturing Company... However, after checking here, the Federal Bureau of Investigation Instead, the investigation bureau stopped the investigation, as if nothing had happened.

Well, the FBI is not an idiot. After finding this step, they should also know that they have to stop. Arms are selling weapons in private to make a profit. This is a secret open to the top of the United States. Anyone with a bit of power knows it , And if you know you know, no one will foolishly reveal this matter.

It’s not necessary, the proliferation of guns at the bottom of the United States can’t threaten them, the upper-class people who live in villas and high-end communities, but if you report this situation and cut off the money of the US military and generals, then you You have to think carefully about where to choose your family's cemetery.

The matter ended like this, and the captured player also successfully obtained an achievement that other players did not have... the first player to be imprisoned.

Chris did not comment on this matter, he cared more about the upcoming Christmas than the players who were prosecuted and about to go to jail.

On the evening of December 25th, before the sky was completely dark, the dining hall opposite the police station in the [-]th district was already brightly lit, and there were lights and festoons hanging outside the gate. The police and their family members came in and out, talking and laughing Yes, they had smiles and joy on their faces.

In the hall stands a Christmas tree reaching to the ceiling with some decorations on it, and a few tables next to it, filled with snacks, roast turkey, spaghetti and other food and soda drinks, as well as free cigarettes, as long as you can come in Everyone can pick it up and eat it. The adults gathered together and talked loudly. The children dragged balloons and ran wildly around the building. The room was full of laughter and fighting, and the atmosphere was peaceful and happy.

In this happy festival, Chris did not ignore the issue of public security. He divided the police in the [-]th district into three batches, and each batch was on duty for four hours to patrol the streets. There will be police patrolling the streets in the neighborhoods under the control of the divisional police station... Tonight, the entire Christmas party will last for one night, so as to ensure that all policemen can go to the dining hall after their shifts A jolly Christmas party.

On special days, some people comfortably hold parties at home, eat roast turkey that is not delicious with their families, thank God for the Indians and the land under their feet that He bestowed on Americans, and some people are hungry on the street Homeless, now the temperature in New York is not high in winter, and it snows, and the homeless without enough clothes can only collect the combustibles they can find, and then put them in iron buckets and light them to keep warm.

As for doing this, it is unpredictable whether it can survive tonight. After this Christmas, there will inevitably be a large number of corpses appearing in the streets and alleys the next day.

For this kind of thing, Chris can't control too much. All he can do is to arrange for the police patrolling the streets to carry a backpack of food on their backs and see homeless people in need along the way. , and distributed the black bread in the backpack to them.

The black bread distributed by the police is not delicious, because it is not fermented, and it is solid and clogs the throat. If a policeman uses a black bread stick as a weapon, he will find that this thing is more powerful than a baton. Mostly, two or three sticks can beat a gangster to the ground, completely losing the ability to resist. It can be said that people who are not desperate and have no choice will basically not eat such food.

For homeless people, this is the best food. First of all, it is very difficult to eat. Except for homeless people, no one will grab this kind of food. Hungry people don’t care about its texture and taste. The first element, and secondly, it is very porcelain, which can make the homeless man's stomach last longer.

In this way, the police patrolling the streets carried a backpack of black bread sticks, and when they saw homeless people in need, they went over and handed out one to each of them, and then left. Some people wanted an extra one, and if they didn’t give it, they would give each one a stick. , This is the rule, we are the police, not philanthropists, if you don't know what's good and what's wrong, we don't mind sending you a bullet.

When encountering robbery or theft along the way, the police will draw their guns and shoot without any warning... The police are human too, patrolling the streets on Christmas is enough to make people irritated, you little hooligans dare to come out at this time Make a mess, beat him to death and pull him down.

In this way, on Christmas Day, policemen carrying black bread and patrolling the streets and alleys have become a unique landscape.

Chapter 126 : Chapter 120 Director James is retiring

On the night of Christmas, the canteen of the 10th District Police Station was brightly lit and lively all night long. As their chief, Chris did not participate in it. This was the joy of the lower-level police officers. Made them feel uncomfortable and constrained, so at the Christmas party, Chris only showed up for [-] minutes and said two things.

First, in the transfer of police ranks in the sixteenth district police station, Sergeant Patrick is going to be promoted to inspector, and the position of sergeant he left behind will be taken over by Shewu.

Second, today is Christmas. After Chief Chris's own meeting, research and discussion, the Sixteenth District Police Department decided to give all the police officers in the police station three months' salary as a bonus.

For the low-level police officers and detectives, these two are good news. For the former, Patrick is a person who does not flatter and do practical things. Such a leader may not be liked by the higher-ups, but most of the time he will With the love and respect of the lower levels, he can be promoted, and most of the police officers will be happy for him. The leaders above are doing practical things and only flattering, which are completely different things.

Not to mention the latter, the company gives you three months salary as a bonus, are you unhappy?Unless the company swallows more money that you deserve, and then pretends to give you three months' salary, otherwise, you will be happy, but as ordinary police officers, how can they have any money for Chief Chris to swallow, Now that they can get a three-month year-end bonus, they are all happy to see their teeth.

After saying these two things, Chris left the scene, leaving the police behind him to party all night.

Some people are happy and some are sad. The police officers of the [-]th District Police Station are holding a Christmas party, while some people just sit at home thinking hard, sighing for their own gloomy future.

After Christmas, Chris drove to the New York Police Headquarters... The current mayor is going to go, and the new mayor is coming. What nonsense is the police doing? Taking advantage of the free time after Christmas, Chris had to go to the New York Police Department to find out the news.

Then, as soon as Chris arrived at the New York Police Headquarters, he just stepped in from the front, and he keenly discovered that the atmosphere in the police building was not right. His expression was hurried and his pace was quick, without any leisure and joy of having just spent Christmas.

As soon as he saw such a situation, Chris knew that something bad happened, and things were not very good.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Come in."

"Squeak..." Chris pushed the door open and entered. As soon as he entered, a puff of smoke hit his face and hit Chris's nose, making him choke several times in succession as he didn't like smoking.

"Ahem, ahem... Director James, Christmas is just over, why are you still at work today?"

"I want to stay here for a while. After this month, I have to retire and give up my position..." James, who was sitting on the throne of the director, was surrounded by the smoke he spewed out, making it impossible to see clearly. The voice is also low and hoarse.

"I'd like to see more of the decor here."

When Chris heard the words, he didn't know what to say... comforting words?I'm afraid it's not necessary. Even if James is retired, he has also served as the chief of the New York police. Security consultant for a consortium.

And what about Chris?He is just the police chief of the [-]th division. In front of James' identity, he is a fart. In such a comparison, what qualifications does Chris have to comfort James?

"Did something happen?"

"What else can there be? The incoming mayor is from the Democratic Party, and the one who has not yet officially stepped down is from the Republican Party."

As soon as James said, Chris understood that Director James and the current Republican mayor were too close, and as a result, the incoming Democratic mayor was disgusted and disliked, and he had not yet delivered his inaugural speech. The news has already been released, implying that James himself should consciously handle the retirement process and be more decent.

The arm can't twist the thigh. Director James can stay in his position for a while, but in the end, he will be driven away by the mayor. There is no way. The operating funds of the New York Police Department are allocated by the city government. The police chief can't compete with the mayor.

"Director, do you have any retirement plans?" Chris walked over, opened the seat and sat down in front of James.

"Thanks to you, the Morgan consortium has issued me a security consultant contract, and Andu will have no problem in his later years." After Chris sat down, James stood up very naturally, and handed him the contract across the table. He picked up a cigar, and the latter took it. Although he didn't know how to smoke, Chris did not refuse James' kindness, and tried to pick up the lighter on the table and light it.

"Can't smoke?"