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"Director, is this okay? The real process of the case is not like this. If we close the case sloppily, will there be some..."

"Otherwise, what else do you want?" Chris was a little surprised to find that there were still New York police officers who were so naive after they took the position of sheriff. He stepped forward and pointed at the dead body on the ground, sticking it to Isidor's ear low voice.

"Look at the corpse on the ground, what do you see?"

"Victim?" Sergeant Isidore was a little puzzled.

"Fart, it was a planned massacre! Four people, four automatic firearms fired uninterruptedly, creating such a perfect fan-shaped covering barrage, and the standard steel bullet-proof armor reported by the police, you tell me, what do you remember? Who can do this?"

Isidor guessed something, he wanted to say it, but he didn't dare to say it.

Sergeant Isidore dared not speak, but Chris whispered his speculation in his ear.

"It's the military! Those four gunmen are definitely veterans of the military, and they may even be veterans of the rank of sergeant. They have not experienced harsh shooting training, have not been on the battlefield, and have the experience of killing people. In such uninterrupted continuous shooting, such a perfect barrage coverage, the four pieces of bulletproof armor with the same style, needless to say."

Chris smiled.

"Sergeant Isidore, I have no objection if you want to continue the investigation, but you have to be mentally prepared for the final result of the investigation, write a will by the way, and remove the sixteenth police station from your investigation, so don't get involved Let's do it."

Isidore shivered, and stood aside in a daze, not daring to speak anymore.

After scaring the rookie, Chris's depressed mood suddenly eased a lot, and he walked towards the police car parked on the side of the road with his hands behind his back, ready to leave the scene.

What are you doing away from here?Go back to sleep, he was woken up in the middle of the night, he is not sleepy.

What, what do you ask the dead and injured?It's none of my business, I'm the police chief of New York City, the policeman of the capitalist world, not the people's policeman of the communist society, I don't care about such things.

Similarly, Chris doesn't care what the reporter writes. How angry Director James is above his head is tomorrow's business. Now the sky is big and the earth is big, and the biggest thing is to sleep.

Chapter 16: Chapter 15 Where is the cannon fodder?

It was still the same room as last time, and the four hit-and-run attackers were sitting obediently inside, with their hands raised to the left and right, waiting for others to remove the steel armor on them.

This process is very difficult, because the steel armor on the four people is very tightly sealed. In addition to the belt and buckle, the connection between the torso and the limbs is also fixed with screws. If you want to disassemble it, you need professional tools to complete the disassembly. .

The armor on the four people is now full of scars, among which the breastplate is the hardest hit area, but because of its thickness, the breastplate only has some grooves and scratches, neither penetrating wound nor deformation, but other than that, the four The helmet worn by the person is seriously damaged.

The girl with long flaxen hair stood aside, watching the dismantling process without saying a word. The four people howled in pain. All four helmets were deformed and stuck on their heads. Unable to pull out the screen.

"It hurts... It's stuck, it's stuck, don't use such force, be gentle..." Someone screamed in the process of removing the armor. The helmet was stuck in his nose and he couldn't get it out, but the person behind Still trying to lift it upwards, the sitting man screamed, and even his body stood up as the helmet was lifted up.

The person who dismantled the helmet had to stop and turned around the helmet before he found the problem. Then he found a screwdriver and pointed it at a certain position on the forehead of the helmet. With a ding, a deformed bullet warhead Following his movements, it flew out and landed at the girl's feet.

The girl bent down to pick up the bullet and glanced at it.

"Point 30-30 bullets, who did you meet?"

"New York police, street patrol in the [-]th precinct," replied the lead shooter, who sat on a stool and had gauze wrapped around his forehead to stop the bleeding.

"We blocked those Mexicans in the dance hall and got our money back, but when we came out to hunt down the last Mexican who escaped, we met four patrolmen who were patrolling the street..."

"You are careless." Chuntian expressed her judgment in a positive tone.

"Yes." The leading captain admitted this fact.

"Because the weapons of these four patrolmen are only Winchester 1894, I don't think they are a threat, so I drove them to a side alley with driving shots, and then ignored them, and finally, they used four A salvo of Winchester 1984 rifles was suppressed."

Chuntian didn't say anything more. The enemy's marksmanship was unexpectedly accurate, and they were also extremely brave. The bullet craters on the helmets were scattered very close together, which showed that they held the guns very steadily when shooting. Never panicked.

"Tomorrow, I will find a reporter to investigate and interview the four police officers in the No. 16 division," Chuntian said.

"I'm a little interested in them."

……

Early in the morning, Chris drove the police car in the bureau to the New York Police Headquarters with the interrogation documents. In this era when the police had not yet installed telephones, people had to run around if they wanted to do anything or deliver any information. Only a trip will do.

Chris came to the New York Police Headquarters, and when he arrived at the chief's office with ease, Chief James had been waiting inside for a long time. He sat at the back of the office with a stern face, staring at Chris who came in. There were still a few newspapers on the bed, which was obviously one of the main reasons for his bad mood early in the morning.

Chris skimmed a few newspaper headlines, no doubt about what happened last night in the Clinton precinct.

"Tragedy, the Massacre in the Sixth Block of No. 30 in the Clinton District! "

"The sixteenth district police station is a fiction, and the New York police are responsible for this incident!" "

Tragedy, 42 people died tragically on the spot! "

How should I put it, the headlines of these newspapers are really hot enough. As for how much of the content is true and how much is written by reporters, only they know.

"Do you have anything to say?" Hames was smoking a cigar with displeasure on his face.

Want to say?What can I say?

Chris wanted to laugh a little, is a shooting a big deal here in the United States?If it wasn't for the fact that one of the twelve civilians was killed and injured, a rich man would not have made the headlines at all in such a street shooting. There would only be dozens of English words in the corner of the newspaper, which would be regarded as very important.

Chris put the report documents in his hands on the desk of James with a blank expression. There are two copies in total. One is the investigation report that the [-]th Division has been able to investigate so far, and the other is the Mexican drug dealers fighting each other. confession transcript.

Director James picked up the first document and looked at it. After only a few glances, his face quickly became serious. After reading it, his face was expressionless, which made Chris unable to see his heart. It wasn't until James picked up the second document to look at what he was thinking, that his serious face eased.

"Very good, Acting Director Chris, what happened to the three Mexican prisoners mentioned in the document?" James liked the second confession document very much, and the first investigation report, he directly threw it back to Chris , the attitude is clearly clear.

"In the sixteenth district police station, the mood is very stable at present." Chris opened his eyes and said nonsense. Of course, those Mexicans are now in a stable mood. They were all knocked out by the interrogating police. How could they be unstable?

"I'll send someone to pick him up later. You need to finish this case as soon as possible and catch the last remaining Mexican drug dealers in the Clinton area."

"I need support, Director." Chris spread his hands, taking the opportunity to complain and ask for something.

"The current [-]th Bureau has no one, no guns, I'm afraid I can't beat those Mexican desperadoes."

"How could you not be able to? Last night, didn't your police officers do a great job? Four people drove away the armed Mexicans who caused the tragedy. Their main force was killed. The remaining remnants must be panicking now Among them, it is definitely no problem to rely on the police force of the Sixteenth Branch.”

Obviously, compared to the ability to open his eyes and tell lies, Chris is still a little immature. Look at Director James' performance now, this is called proficiency and ease.

"Chief, do you really think that the sixteenth district can test four street patrol police officers to do such a thing, then I have nothing to say, I can only follow orders." Chris's head was full of black lines, he spread out Throwing back the right to choose, if James is really determined not to give any support to the [-]th division, Chris will also admit it, but if he does this, James will not blame him for being a foreign worker.

At this point, James also felt a little embarrassed. He really didn't quite believe the content of the four street patrol police officers who drove away the attackers in the document. In his opinion, this was just the sixteenth district It is more likely that the attacker felt that he had killed all the Mexicans and retreated by himself.

"Five pieces of newly developed bulletproof armor, [-] rifles, and [-] rounds of rifle bullets." After thinking for a while, James still gave Chris some equipment.

"I sent someone to send the equipment over in the afternoon, and brought the three Mexicans back to the headquarters by the way, and that's it."

At this point, Chris doesn't have the heart to argue with James. Mexicans, he can leave if he wants to, as long as he has the equipment. Anyway, Chris doesn't expect much credit, and he didn't take the blame. That's it.

Chris drove back to the sixteenth division. At this time, the players were not online yet. Last night they wandered the streets of Hell's Kitchen and managed to catch fifteen unlucky ghosts.

Among the 15 people, eight were thieves, four were blind gunmen who intended to rob the police, and the last three came out for a tryst late at night, just because they were too sneaky and of the same gender. So much so that he was misunderstood by the players who were ambushing in the grass by the side of the road, and he was arrested and locked up in the detention room of the sixteenth division for a night. During the interrogation the next day, the misunderstanding was clarified.

Even so, there are still 12 players in the battle results. In addition to the three honor points for the street patrol task, Chris gave each of the four players three points based on the record of the 12 players, which adds up to six points for the street patrol task rewards. After scoring points, they went offline contentedly and went to sleep.

Players can go offline to sleep. Last night, they were tossed up in the middle of the night, and Chris did not sleep well all night. Now he is a little sleepy, but he still has no way to sneak in. Before the people from the New York General Administration come to the [-]th division, Chris has to open The police car rushed to the suburbs of New York City.

The sixteenth division is short of manpower and needs cannon fodder. This matter has not changed until now. Even if Chris recruits four players to help, it is at most to fill up part of the gap. The remaining manpower gap is still very large. Sixteen The division needs to manage 25 blocks, so there are less than [-] police officers, not to mention handling cases, even three shifts are insufficient to patrol the streets, so they can only selectively patrol some blocks with better law and order, and there are big gangs entrenched of blocks were abandoned.

Players are good cannon fodder. However, the current situation makes Chris feel apprehensive. He dare not recruit many people. He is afraid that if he is not careful, these bold and reckless guys will make a big mess for him.

Besides, the players come in to play games and make fun of themselves. It is impossible for them to be on standby 24 hours a day and be there on call. Therefore, the police in the sixteenth district can have players, but not all of them are players. NPCs There must be more people than players, otherwise a normal police station cannot operate.

Chris is now ready to look for cheap cannon fodder that can be on call 24 hours a day, not afraid of hardship, tiredness, or death, and does not require him to spend a lot of money.

Is there someone like this in New York available for Chris to recruit?

Yes, and there are many, but recruiting such a group to be a policeman is a risky thing for Chris, and during the recruitment process, he also needs to use his predecessor's contacts and pay something other than money to As a reward, only in this way can the recruitment be successful.

Chapter 17: No.16 Cannon fodder is here

From the early days of the founding of the United States to the present, the United States has always been a country of immigrants. Immigration is the foundation of its strength and one of the main reasons for conflicts and conflicts among its various groups.

Immigrants are welcome in the United States. As long as you have money, the door of the immigration office will always be open for you. The tax officials of the tax bureau will always follow your shadow, and they will serve your tax payment problems wholeheartedly.

The United States also welcomes people with skills. No matter what technology it is, as long as you have the technology and knowledge, the doors of companies and factories run by capitalists are always open to you. If you have technology that can bring huge income to capitalists, it is even better Well, you will be a star sought after by various companies, and high-paying, long-vacation positions are waiting for you to choose.

Since there are popular groups of immigrants in the United States, there are naturally unpopular parts, and this group of people who are disliked by various classes in the United States has a common name in the local area, that is... illegal immigrants.

Illegal immigration is a general term. Under it, it is subdivided into many types, such as Irish immigrants. Most of the immigrants in the United States are now Irish immigrants. Most of the residents in the Clinton jurisdiction under the jurisdiction of Chris are Irish immigrants. At the same time, most of these Irish immigrants are also illegal immigrants.

They are also illegal immigrants. The Irish are a part of this group that is well mixed. With the help of their Irish compatriots who came to the United States in the early years, they became workers and gangsters. Although the life of the whole group is relatively poor, it can be regarded as If they are mixed up, they can survive and reproduce in the United States.

Mexican immigrants in the Latin American world, who are also illegal immigrants, have been miserable. Just like the old saying in later generations, "The trouble with Mexico is that it is too far from paradise and too close to the United States." This country has never calmed down. , the economy is also in a mess, when there is no improvement.

Because of poverty, Mexicans naturally want to live in a better place, and the United States next to them naturally becomes their first choice.

The border between the two countries is connected by land and the border is vast. It is very convenient for Mexicans to smuggle into the United States. They don’t need to be like the Irish. Those who have a little money can take a steam ship, those who have little money can sneak on a cargo ship, or a family To row a fishing boat across the ocean, Mexicans only need to walk in the direction of the United States. At the border, they can often easily find loopholes in the Border Patrol and step into American territory.

In later generations, the United States could not stop the smuggling of Mexicans. Now in this parallel world in the 20s, of course, the United States could not stop them. Now Mexicans immigrate to the United States on the basis of families or even villages. However, because they did not have the help of their compatriots like the Irish immigrants, most of these Mexican immigrants lived in poverty in the United States.

These poor and unfamiliar Mexicans, who do not intend to engage in illegal activities, live together in groups in order not to be bullied, and learn from the American poor and refugees to build shacks beside the rivers and forests outside the city , gathered into a camp for illegal immigrants.

And where Chris is going now is the illegal immigrant camp.

He spent an afternoon circling around New York City and found several illegal immigrant camps. After a little observation, he ruled out the illegal immigrant camps where there were many old people, women and children, but few men were active. Reese picked a camp he thought was suitable to get off and walked over, but he was still outside the camp, and he was resisted and hostile by the residents of the camp. The stones thrown from the inside showed the residents' disapproval of him. welcome.

Chris looked down at the police uniform on his body and the police car behind him, and he figured out what was going on, so he stopped going in, turned around and drove away, returning to New York.

The next day, Chris found three sheriffs in the police station to arrange work. Sheriff Regina was still the same, and took four players to familiarize themselves with the terrain in the Clinton area. Sheriff Isidor took people to find The troubles of the Wharf Brotherhood forced the gang to tell the information about the Mexican drug dealers, and Sheriff Patrick took his agents to collect information about the gangs in Hell's Kitchen.

And Chris, wearing a suit and a gentleman's hat, went to take the tram. After renting a two-seater car from a car rental company in New York City, he set off again to the illegal immigrant camp he found yesterday afternoon.

Chris was not in a hurry to go in, but continued to drive along the dirt road, visited two farms near the camp, used cigarettes to open the way, chatted with the farmer, and verbally completed the [-]th division The police department cooperated with the food supply of the farm, and it was not until about noon that Chris drove back to the camp.

The camp was built between a jungle and a river. There is a dirt road in front of the camp. The transportation is convenient, and it is surrounded by mountains and rivers. The illegal immigrants chose to build a camp here. It was obviously carefully selected. If you go forward, you can go to New York Looking for a job in the city, the farm is behind, the source of food is close, the river is on the left, easy to get water, the woods are on the right, it is a natural hiding place, in case something happens, escape into the woods, basically unfamiliar with the terrain People can't catch them.

Illegal immigrants use nearby materials here, build walls with wood, and use canvas found in New York City as the roof to make simple shacks. The entire camp is composed of such shacks. There are no wooden fences around them. There is no gate.

However, when Chris drove into the camp, he found that there were several dry trees standing on the side of the road connecting the road and the camp. Obviously, in case of emergency, these big trees are the best material for blocking the road. Illegal immigrants Just put them on the road and buy yourself time to escape.

The sound of the car's engine alarmed the residents in the camp. When Chris was driving along the dirt road and was about to enter the camp, a woman carrying a vegetable basket who seemed to be returning from washing clothes by the river stood by the road and looked at the car. And the people inside, their eyes are wary, but full of longing.

The woman looked at the car, and Chris looked at her, at her jet-black, patched clothes, and her face, sallow from malnutrition, and he thought the plan had a chance of success .

The car has only entered the range of the camp, and there is no way to continue driving. On the one hand, the space for cars to pass through the camp is the same. When illegal immigrants build huts, it is so convenient. I have considered the issue of building layout, and on the other hand, it is also because someone is blocking the way of the car now.

A dozen or so men in messy and torn clothes stood in front of the car. They looked normal, and stood scattered, without any possessions. They seemed to be unintentional, but in fact they firmly blocked the possibility of the car going forward.

Chris didn't go down in a hurry. He looked back at the back of the car. Sure enough, there were several men haunting the bushes and shacks by the roadside.

Chris opened the car door and got out of the car. He was the first to show his hands to the Mexican men blocking the way to show friendship and no hostility. After that, he walked slowly to these men, reached out his hand and took out a pack of cigarettes from the inside of his suit, shaking his hand , a cigarette butt shakes out of the cigarette case.

"Come on one?"

Tobacco and alcohol are the best communicative items, wrapped in delicate white paper, the cigarettes that look like high-end products at first glance, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly eased a lot, a man with two beards under his nose volunteered Go up, pull out two cigarettes from Chris's hand, and then surround other Mexicans and follow suit. Everyone takes two or three cigarettes, and two or three cigarettes are taken away. A pack of cigarettes is exhausted in a short while, and Chris is He took out two packs of cigarettes and a pack of matches from his pocket with his backhand, and actively stuffed them into the hands of other people who didn't get the cigarettes.

With the cigarettes in their hands, the Mexican men couldn't wait to gather together, blocking the wind with their bodies, and lit the cigarettes in their mouths with the sound of matches rubbing, and the smoke filled the air with their puffing and puffing.

"Good smoke." The leading Mexican man praised. He held the cigarette case in front of him and looked for the brand over and over again, but after searching for a while, he finally had to give up this idea, because on the cigarette case made of wood, Apart from the exquisite patterns, he couldn't find any letters, and naturally he didn't know where the cigarette was produced.

"This cigarette is indeed a good one." Chris approached the man as if nothing had happened, and casually found a topic to chat with him.

"Although I don't smoke, following the principle that you get what you pay for, I think these cigarettes are good things."

"My name is Alfonso Casey... It's very long anyway, you can call me Alfonso, sir, what should I call you?" Alfonso stretched out his hand while using a strong Spanish Spoken English spoke to Chris.

"My name is Chris Levinson, you can call me Mr. Levinson."

"Okay, Mr. Levinson." Alfonso looked up and down Chris's body was smooth and clear, the luster was natural and soft, and there was a beautiful suit.

"Mr. Levinson, you look like a rich man. Are you planning to find some "bodyguards" when you come to us? Or do you have "something" and ask us to do it?"

On the two words "bodyguard" and "something", Alfonso emphasized his tone. Obviously, these two so-called things are not very visible. Chris has never heard of such black words, but it fits well. The current situation in the United States, as well as the current mainstream work of Mexicans, obviously bodyguards refer to smuggling escorts, and if something happens, they are synonymous with black jobs such as murder.

"No, no, no, I came to you because of a serious job, the kind that pays a monthly salary." Chris emphasized.

"It's just that the monthly salary of this job is not high at the beginning, and at the same time it is a bit dangerous, but the advantage is that after working for one year, you can get a legal American identity certificate."

"What job?" Upon hearing Chris's introduction, the Mexican men around became interested. They formed a circle around Chris and politely asked him to introduce him. Instead, Alfonso frowned. Frowning, he felt that there was something wrong with the work that Chris was about to say. Since the whole village moved here from Mexico and Alfonso was beaten by life many times, he already knew that the United States is not a paradise. It is not as expected. so beautiful.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Chris Levinson. I am the police chief of the [-]th District of New York City. I just took office a few days ago. Because of the special situation in the [-]th District, the police department is currently understaffed. I We are planning to recruit some auxiliary police to share the pressure of the vacant manpower of the police station."

"What is an "auxiliary policeman"? Is it a policeman? Are you here to find someone to be a policeman?"

"I want to sign up……"

"Mr. Levinson, how are the police treated?"

The men started asking questions in one go, and the scene was chaotic, so that Chris didn't know how to respond to them. It wasn't until Alfonso stood up and stopped the chaos that Chris had room to breathe.

"Mr. Alfonso, come and ask me questions as your representatives, one by one, so that I can answer them." Chris suggested, and the men looked at each other, feeling that Mr. Levinson's proposal was not right. Question, Alfonso's reputation is very high among them, and no one has an opinion on their behalf.

"Okay, Mr. Levinson, first of all, the first question, what is the position of an auxiliary policeman, and what is the difference between it and a policeman?" Alfonso asked this question seriously.

"Informal police, people who provide assistance to the formal police." Chris thought for a while and said.

"The difference is that the police are hired by the New York City Police Headquarters, and the auxiliary police are hired by the 25th District Police Department. The former can get a minimum monthly salary of forty dollars, while the latter is only $[-]."

Speaking of other things, the Mexican doesn't really understand. When it comes to money, he understands the difference between $25 and $[-].