I, Citi Police Chief, pay money

It was a whim for Chris to engage in a bootlegging license, but when the matter really started, he made great efforts for this matter, first of all, to win over allies.

First of all, Ms. Springfield and the Springfield family behind her are the first targets of Chris's wooing. What kind of political support did Chris provide? However, who made Chris have no choice. Apart from this family, he didn't know any big figures who could speak in the political arena.

The purpose of Chris wooing the Springfield family is very simple, that is, to hope that there will be another channel that can inform the high-level officials of the United States. When you start, think twice.

You can take action on my bootlegging license business, but after doing so, you need to consider how to deal with counterattacks from me and some senior generals in the army. It’s like nuclear weapons. You can use them, but you can’t.

Secondly, Chris has recruited those bureau chiefs who joined the food truck alliance. These bureau chiefs have a certain friendship with Chris at present. At the same time, they are relatively short of money because of Chief McKee’s mess recently, whether it is the branch’s public funds. , or private income, there is a certain gap, and there is an urgent need for supplementary funds. Faced with Chris' request for cooperation, they have no way to refuse.

Chris's reason for wooing them is also very simple, intelligence, and "the more friends the better", Chris can rely on Hydra and the Keller Gang to collect intelligence, but in the jurisdiction of those branch chiefs, it is always inferior These local snakes know their territory better.

Secondly, Chris wins them over, and also splits the New York Police Headquarters, and prepares to confront Chief McKee head-on. He is really fed up with this ineffective idiot. He made this idiot the mascot of the stage.

In order to win over the Springfield family and the police chiefs, Chris is ready to give up more than half of the profits, and the rest of the dividends he holds are all invested in the mission rewards.

To put it bluntly, Chris is not going to make any money from the bootlegging trade license. What he wants is the right to speak, the right to speak in the New York underground world, and then start with New York (harmoniously) and gradually expand to the surrounding Cities expand their power.

The poker is also expanding on the other side, but it is based on the player, and it is a kind of shady one. Although Chris's plan is not very open and honest, it can be taken out, and it is not afraid of other people's investigation and research. .

One light and one dark, walking on two legs.

After winning over the police station, there are still some people who can't avoid Chris's bootlegging trade license, that is, the prohibition agents of the New York Boothing Bureau. These agents under the FBI can be said to be very rich, Chris This approach can be regarded as taking money out of their pockets, and the bootlegging trade license will definitely offend them.

Chris has thought about wooing them, or some of the agents, but he has no time to do it now. If he wants to woo groups who have profited from the bootlegging trade, the game required is definitely not simple, and even It is said that if Chris does not show his strength and determination to the Prohibition agents, and does not frighten them, and bows their heads, the Prohibition agents will inevitably confront Chris in the matter of bootlegging trade licenses.

It is now the fifth day of the Wall Street incident, and the players inside are still fighting against the bankers. During the past few days of fighting, their number has dropped. No one knows if they can last for a few days. Chris needs to hurry up Clean up New York's bootleg trade.

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"Damn it, damn it!" Dempsey yelled angrily.

Dempsey is a bootlegger from Chicago. He specializes in the transportation of bootleggers between the two places and has made a lot of money. Therefore, many brothers follow Dempsey to make a living. Generally speaking, in bootlegging In the smuggling industry, even if he was not the leader, he was still in the first echelon. In the two cities of Chicago and New York, he had many acquaintances of Prohibition agents.

After all, in this industry, if you don't have any eyeliner in the government department, you will definitely not be able to work for a long time.

Therefore, when he received the notice of the bootleg alcohol trade license two days ago, Dempsey took it as a joke, because his informant at the New York Prohibition Bureau had never said anything similar, so this so-called bootleg liquor The liquor trading license must be a small means by some ignorant fool in New York to scare people into getting money. He didn't pay much attention to it, and continued to signal his men to transport liquor to New York.

As a result, he never expected that when Dempsey was waiting in his mansion in New York and manipulating his subordinates to do things, he suddenly received a piece of bad news... A large smuggling fishing boat full of bootleg alcohol, at noon On the Hudson River, it was sunk by a small fishing boat approaching with heavy machine guns and explosives. Except for two people who were more clever and jumped into the river to escape on the spot, the other subordinates and a boat of bootleg alcohol were all sank to the bottom of the river.

This bad news immediately made Dempsey's heart tremble. Just as he was yelling and scolding, the door of his mansion was pushed open again. Before he could react, a subordinate with an anxious expression rushed in. , reported another bad news to him.

"Boss, boss, our bootlegger warehouse has been swept away!"

"What, the police sweep the scene?" Dempsey stood up abruptly, ignoring the revenge he was still preparing, and hurriedly asked.

"Didn't I give you a sum of money to ask the police chief of the local police station to come out today, and then manage it according to the rules on the road? Why are they still sweeping the scene... wait a minute, you boy won't give me to you Do you want to swallow some money?"

"No, boss, I took the money." The new subordinate argued anxiously.

"The director of the branch didn't take the money, and threatened that if I didn't apply for this bootleg liquor trade license, I wouldn't be able to transport and sell anything related to alcoholic beverages in New York."

"A bootlegger's license, or a bootlegger's license, what the hell is this!" Dempsey shouted angrily.

"Son of a bitch... Go, bring my car here, I'm going to the Midnight Forest Bar, and ask my partner what this certificate is."

"Boss, I don't think you need to go."

"what happened?"

"I have another piece of news that I haven't had time to tell you. Just an hour ago, the midnight forest bar that we bought from us was bombed. The whole bar collapsed in the series of explosions. The bar owner didn't know where he was. Where, it may be difficult for you to find him now."

"Gift Crab..."

Chapter 179: Chapter 170 Four People Are Looking Forward

The tyrannical actions of the Hunter Guild players have really swept away the bootlegging trade in the underground world of New York. Whether it is a smuggler who sells alcohol or a bootlegger who buys alcohol, in just two or three days, everyone Some impersonal buyers and sellers have been attacked by them.

The attack methods of the players, whether in New York, Chicago, San Francisco and other cities, can be regarded as unscrupulous. In this short period of time, hundreds of cases have been created. How many deaths and injuries were caused by smugglers and innocent citizens? Players don't care about the number of people, but the New York police need to guess how many people can be spelled out of human body fragments at certain bombing scenes.

Under such circumstances, quite a few bootleggers and bar owners were convinced and went to the Springfield Cafe to apply for licenses. Even the black bosses in Hell's Kitchen frightened and ran overnight to pay the money, so that the person responsible for the collection Qian's Chuntian grinned from ear to ear.

The bootleg liquor trade license that Chris created has levels, which are divided into long-term licenses and temporary licenses. The long-term license is six months to three years, and the temporary license is within one month. There are three levels of ABC. Depending on the level, it is stipulated that the license holder can buy and sell bootleg alcohol in that area. Whether it is transporting smuggling or opening an underground tavern, a certificate is required.

Then the number of these certificates is also limited. The higher the level, the fewer the number of certificates. With the certificate, you can do the business that is clearly marked on the certificate. If you don’t, if you dare to touch it or exceed the scope of the certificate, you will attract hunters The attack of the guild is also restrained and protected. If you have a certificate, your bootlegging business in New York will be protected by the Hunter's Guild and other unexplainable forces.

When this set of rules comes out, those who still want to continue buying and selling bootleg alcohol will be forced to rush over to apply for a license.

The emergence of a bootleg alcohol trade license is a big event, and it should be paid attention to by the official forces. However, in the past few days, so many people have died on the streets of New York. In addition to the New York police and some journalists, there are also some rotten alcoholics who are addicted to alcohol In addition to paying attention to and tracking such incidents, most New Yorkers don't care, because they care more about the current situation of Robin Hoods on Wall Street than daily trivial matters such as shootings.

In today's America, especially in big cities like New York, if someone has never owed money to the bank, then basically, he/she is either a child of only a few years old, or a fool with an underdeveloped brain. Even if they are homeless, they cannot escape the problem of bank debts... To be honest, if it is not because of bank debts, there should not be so many homeless people on the streets of New York.

After all, the consumption concept in the United States has been developed. It is fun to spend money, and it can make them bald when they have to pay back the money.

Therefore, when Robin Hood appeared on Wall Street and loudly announced that it would burn the arrears contracts in the bank, almost all New Yorkers began to pay attention to them, listening to their broadcasts with their radios turned on 24 hours a day, and as time went by Over time, people in other cities near New York also received the news. Although they couldn't receive the information from the Wall Street shortwave radio station, if they had any friends in New York, they were trying to find out the names that Robin Hood had said.

Originally, some media wanted to integrate this information and sell it as news. After all, this matter is known on the knees. As long as it is sent out, the sales of the newspaper will definitely explode.

The efficiency of newspapers has exploded, but if they do this, the bankers' already inflamed mentality will definitely explode. Therefore, as soon as a newspaper office sends the content to the printing factory, someone will come to the door to issue a warning.

Of course, larger newspapers dare not publish any news that has anything to do with Wall Street. Some street tabloids were even temporarily formed after the Wall Street incident. Unlicensed and unlicensed printed newspapers do not have this concern, although the content It is not rigorous, and there are big problems in typography and sentence making, and it is not smooth to read. However, when this kind of newspaper is printed, sold in the market, or distributed for free, it has received a warm welcome.

The people of New York swept away these newspapers in an almost snatching gesture, and read them with relish.

Of course, in addition to seeing, the actions of the people of New York are also beyond the player's expectations. For example, after the night rewards, in the two nights after the National Guard sent people to Wall Street, there were already New Yorkers wearing ordinary clothes. Past the police and National Guard cordon, ran to Wall Street under the watchful eyes of the bankers.

At that time, the player thought that the lackeys of the banker were attacking at night again, but seeing the yellow light spots on their heads, the player felt that something was wrong. It wasn't until after contacting them in person that they realized that these people were here to help.

Someone came with large bags of food and water, ready to feed the Robin Hoods on Wall Street, because they knew that Wall Street was cut off from water and electricity, and they subconsciously thought that there was a lack of food and drink... If Chris hadn’t opened a small shop on Wall Street, players would be able to pay for it. To buy food and drink, they must lack this. Therefore, the well-meaning New Yorkers are not wrong in their cognition.

The player also accepted these things in good spirits, and then sent them out.

In addition to eating and drinking, there are also some hot-blooded heroes running over with guns and backpacks of ammunition, ready to fight against Wall Street capitalists with the players... For such people, the players can only say sorry, we can't keep you, Then send them abroad.

Now the player has no idea how to leave Wall Street alive. If these NPCs are left behind, they will definitely die, and in a hurry, these armed civilians who have not received any professional training may cause chaos for the player.

People definitely can't stay, but if they are willing to keep their guns and ammunition, even lever rifles and pistols don't matter. After all, they are free. Nice, the dealer's small store in Wall Street has better small arms and ammunition, but these things have to be bought with a dollar.

In addition to direct support, there were also people marching in Manhattan. Hundreds of people took to the streets holding signs and shouting, and the more people gathered, they shouted in the square outside the city hall. The bankers' private soldiers who besieged Wall Street stopped for half a minute, but this kind of parade behavior helped Chris attract the police from the New York General Administration, so that the players of the Hunter's Guild no longer need to consider the interference of the New York police.Do whatever you want.

In short, Chris's career, so far, is going well.

Chapter 180: Chapter 170

The Wall Street incident developed to the seventh day, and the bankers finally couldn't stand it anymore. The private soldiers they sent out almost smashed Wall Street, and the corpses everywhere dyed the avenues in Wall Street, but they still couldn't take it. The thugs inside, including heavy machine guns, mortars, and even the latest armored vehicles, pulled five of them to rush in, but they were repulsed every time by the players with the heavy weapons and explosives they seized.

The thugs sent by the bankers and the consortium suffered heavy losses. During this time, the whole of New York was full of seriously injured people.

The private soldiers fought miserably, and the casualties of the players in Wall Street were not light. More than 200 people went in, and more than 100 lay down, accounting for half of the number, that is, the casualty rate reached 50.00%, and this is still not light The results of the wounded... Within the player's standards, those who can still hold the gun and continue to fire at the enemy are the lightly wounded. Those who have broken hands or missing legs are not counted. They can only fall to the ground and cannot move. Only those who are seriously wounded.

Otherwise, as long as you can still climb and shoot, other players can put you behind the sandbags in the upstairs window, then give you a gun and a bullet, and let you keep fighting until you die.

At this point, the players know that this mission will end today or tomorrow... What the hell, to be honest, even if they can persist, the players don't want to do it anymore.

This mission lasted for seven days, even if it was fun and exciting for seven days, most players felt that they had played enough and were tired of playing for seven days. I don't want to do it anymore.

The mission rewards are very generous, including equipment, New York City prestige, and gold coins. If there are more next time, they will definitely not miss it, but this time, it should be almost over.

The bankers also think so. For this reason, after the fighting this evening, the gunmen gathered from all over the United States, about a thousand people gathered outside Wall Street, ready to launch a general attack immediately. The thugs, and secondly, the National Guards can’t watch the show this time. The banker used his influence to get the most severe order. The whole group disbanded.

"Old pervert, what's going on with you!" Lin Ruoyu carefully observed the situation outside with the binoculars on the tall building, and at the same time asked Luo Feisi, who led people to search for documents in Wall Street, through the communication channel.

"Is it finished burning?"

"There are still more." Luo Feisi led a dozen players who could understand the documents to search in a certain building, flipping through the documents and contracts placed in various places, and replied impatiently.

"Wall Street is not Chinatown. The large and small financial institutions in this street store too many "flammable items". Basically, I can judge that if we burn one-tenth of the documents we burn in these seven days, we have to steal them." Laughing, sifting through documents that shouldn’t be burned and those that should be burned wastes too much of our time and energy.”

"Okay, okay, burn it as much as you can." Lin Ruoyu replied helplessly.

"If it doesn't work, it's okay to set fire to the building."

"It can be done, but it's not necessary, and the reputation will definitely be deducted." Luo Feisi replied casually while flipping through the documents in his hand.

"I read some documents carefully and found that there are many contracts that cannot be missed. If they are burned, an American family will be ruined. Part of it will be deducted."

"Okay, you watch, I just want to remind you now that we don't have much time left." Lin Ruoyu quickly poked his head out and took a look outside, then retracted, the next second, a series of heavy The bullets from the machine gun hit the window, crackling, and the curtains and wooden window frames were shot everywhere. In this chaos, Lin Ruoyu continued his call calmly.

"Wait a while, the banker's private soldiers outside will launch a full-scale general attack. There are people in all directions and all directions. This time, we probably won't be able to survive. During this period of time, try to work as fast as possible. Burn a little, gain a little more prestige, and when you finish fighting, you can exchange it for anything.”

"That's it, I'm busy. When you are all dead, I will call to the end." Luo Feisi hung up the communication impatiently, and then buried himself in the pile of files to search.

"This is really..." Lin Ruoyu shook his head facing the hung up communication, and then dialed the communication channel of the second person.

"Jordanny, have you finished setting up your explosive array? After Wall Street falls tonight, it will depend on your timed explosives to avenge us."

"Don't worry, it's all set up, and the countdown will start when the gunshots are fired." Jordani on the other side of the communication gave a thumbs up and replied.

"The explosives are well hidden. Even if one piece is discovered by accident, they won't be able to follow the clues to find the rest of the explosives. Don't worry."

"Okay." Then, Lin Ruoyu dialed the third person's communication.

"How's the hostage situation?"

"It's all under control... What's the matter, boss, do you want to kill them in advance?"

"There's no need to waste bullets. We interrogate them and then get some file locations. They will definitely not be able to hide it. If we kill them, the dealer will deduct our reputation. Keep them alive and let those furious The bankers will definitely take their anger out on them and ruin their families, and if we kill them, the bankers might let their families go, which is not worth it.”

"I understand, I understand."

After finishing these things, Lin Ruoyu left the room that had been riddled with heavy machine guns, and walked down Wall Street Boulevard, preparing for the final decisive battle.

However, Lin Ruoyu didn't expect that someone would notify him as soon as he went down.

"Boss, the people from the National Guard outside touched me and threw a piece of paper for me. You can take a look." A player responded and handed over a piece of paper full of English on the front, and Lin Ruoyu accepted it. Come over and look down.

"Boss, what is written in this description?"

"You do not understand?"

"I can listen to English, but if I don't understand it, I will return it to the teacher." The player who asked said confidently.

"It's all the game company's fault. Even though the NPCs in the game have simultaneous translations in Chinese, the text is not translated simultaneously. This is discriminating against a husband like me... What is written on this paper?"

"It's an escape plan." Lin Ruoyu touched his chin and said.

"The paper says that in a house next to Wall Street, there are more than 50 pieces of National Guard uniforms. Let us go and get them. The banker's thugs will launch a general attack at eight o'clock sharp tonight, and then they will attack in the direction of the National Guard. , there will be a gap for people wearing National Guard clothes to pass, they cover us to go to the pier by the Hudson River, where ten small fishing boats are moored, and then we have to decide where to go on the road behind .”

"Is this a trap?" A passing player asked, and the player who came over with the paper asked back.

"I'm worried that it's a trap. Later, you can go to Jordan to get a bomb vest. If it's a trap, wouldn't it be over if you detonate the vest?"

"That's right."

Chapter 181: Chapter 170 Six I'm Sorry

"Brothers, let me say one thing."

In the lobby on the first floor of a certain building on Wall Street, except for those who need to be on guard, everyone in Wall Street who can move is inside, listening to Lin Ruoyu's speech.

"Fifty sets of National Guard uniforms, I've had someone get them, but there is a problem, that is, there are nearly a hundred of them alive, which means that half of us can't leave.

Now, let's vote, whether to draw lots to decide who will leave and who will stay, or what? "

"Let people with severed limbs and disabilities stay here and it's over." As soon as Lin Ruoyu finished speaking, someone in the crowd shouted.

"Come together like this, 50 people are enough, otherwise, even if you let them go, you will have to commit suicide later."

As soon as this opinion came out, quite a few players agreed with it, including some players who were abandoned, because they thought it made sense.

"Well, since you have no objections, let's do this. Those who are going to stay get their weapons and ammunition, and those who are going to leave, come and get clothes and explosive vests." Lin Ruoyu said.

"Be fully prepared, the enemy will start fighting in half an hour..."

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"Boom..." Just as the information given to the player by the National Guard said, the battle started at eight o'clock sharp, and the explosion of a shell fell to the ground meant that the battle had begun.

The private soldiers hired by the bankers launched an indiscriminate attack on Wall Street from all directions. Marcus, who just arrived in New York by train today, is a retired army veteran. Walking down the alley, headed towards Wall Street under the cover of night.

Marcus also knew that the enemies on Wall Street were most likely veterans who also retired from the army, comrades who had fought together on the European battlefield...but so what?

Marcus didn't care about this at all, and he didn't care about what the "Robin Hoods" inside were doing. He only cared about the generous bounty paid to him by the boss above him, that's all.

A group of people marched along the alley to Wall Street. Along the way, Marcus and his team members bent over and walked against the wall in silence. It seems sneaky, and this kind of person is currently in good condition, lying in the morgue of the hospital in a stable mood, waiting for the next arrangement.

"Bang!" A gunshot came from the building ahead, and Marcus and the surrounding team members subconsciously lowered their heads, bent over, and squatted in the corner of the wall. After waiting for a while, no one moved.

"Did someone get shot?" Marcus asked in a low voice into the darkness.

"No."

"I'm intact."