Meiman's mutant necromancer

Chapter 161 Thirteen District Police Station
Manhattan No.13 block, located in lower Manhattan, typical slums, gangs and crimes are full of here, one of the most chaotic neighborhoods in New York City, second only to Hell's Kitchen in Manhattan.

The police in the United States are different from other countries. The number of police stations in each block depends entirely on the tax status of this block. Therefore, the police cars and patrols that can be seen everywhere in rich areas are simply cherished animals in poor areas, such as No.13 block. If If you call the police, it will be fast if the police arrive within an hour. After all, there are only a dozen or so police officers in the entire police station, so you can't ask too much of them.

"Big news! Big news!" The crumbling door of the Thirteenth District Police Station was slammed open, and a dark-skinned young man rushed in, holding a newspaper and shouting loudly.

"Hey, Mike, don't yell, you interrupted my rest." Inside the reception desk at the entrance of the police station, an old policeman who looked to be in his 60s was woken up by Mike, and annoyed raised his head and yelled at him with.

"Uncle Orlando, big news, there is hope in our neighborhood."

Slap, a newspaper was slapped on the table, Mike said to the old policeman with a full face of excitement.

Old policeman Orlando put on his reading glasses and picked up the newspaper. On the front page was a photo of a coquettish bearded man accompanied by a line of big words: Tony Stark vowed to improve the crime problem in New York.

Looking down, the newspaper published the content of Tony Stark's just-held press conference, which said that he would donate 1000 million US dollars to the New York police system to improve the combat effectiveness of NYPD, so as to better fight against criminals , to improve the safety of citizens.

"What kind of big news is this?" The old man threw the newspaper away, his rich experience made him calm about this kind of thing, "Every year, countless rich people donate to the police system, but that's just a means for them to avoid taxes. , even if some money can flow into the police station, it is only limited to the rich area where they live, what does it have to do with us."

"No, uncle, this is Iron Man. He is different from other rich men. If you look down, he promised to use this donation for the lowest-level people, mainly for the neighborhoods with the least police force. Are we just Is it?" Young people are always passionate, and Mike is no exception.

Orlando shook his head, "Too naive, he's just a rich man, if it's not for tax avoidance, he's probably for political capital, superhero, have you seen him catch criminals, he's not as good as Spider-Man, even if it's real We have the prestigious place of Hell’s Kitchen in New York, wouldn’t it be easier to become famous if we donated money there.”

"But... Hell's Kitchen has Death Whisperers and other superheroes. Now it's almost the safest neighborhood in New York. There's no need for a police station." Hearing Uncle Orlando's words, Mike also calmed down, but he still didn't Willing to justify a few words.

"Isn't that better? The smallest amount of money is used to achieve the greatest effect. Don't think about Mike, it is impossible for donations to reach this police station." Orlando spread his hands, looking at the frustrated young man in front of him, he also moved sympathetically In the heart, Mike is a child born in this neighborhood. Like most of his peers, his father died in a gang vendetta, and his mother also left him to go away. However, Mike, who was raised by his grandmother, did not abandon himself to join any However, the poor financial situation of this police station can no longer support them to recruit a new police officer, so Mike can only be a police volunteer without even receiving a salary.

"I see, Uncle Orlando." Mike said dejectedly. In fact, he knew that this news probably had nothing to do with him. However, he always had a little fantasy when he was young. have a good mood."

"Well, you should also pay attention to safety." Looking at Mike Xiaosuo's back, Orlando sighed secretly. In this unlucky world, good people often have no rewards. I hope this child can live in peace.

Boom!Just when Mike was about to walk out of the police station, the door was pushed open again, and then a group of strong men filed in. The skinny man at the head had an air of calm and prestige, and Mike couldn't help but let him get out of the way out of the way.

"George Stacey, the new chief of Block No.13, where's your Chief Hunter?" George looked around the shabby police station. It's working hours, but he didn't see any police officers except the old policeman at the door. , I don't know if they are too busy or too free.

"Sir, Chief Hunter is on vacation." The old ghost of Orlando saw the police badge and letter of appointment on the table, and immediately got up to salute. He didn't have the nerve to tell the truth, that guy Hunter hasn't come to work for a long time, who knows he is now where.

George frowned, "Call him and ask him to come and hand over the work to me as soon as possible, and notify all the police officers to come back for a meeting."

"Yes, sir." Orlando, an old fritter, is used to meeting with the wind. Seeing that the new director was acting vigorously and decisively, he changed his previous decadent look and immediately started calling everyone.

"Time is waiting for no one. You should immediately start the repair work of the entire police station. Do as in the previous design drawings, and the police will assist you. Be careful not to lose documents or damage the evidence in the evidence room." George obviously Not wanting to waste even a second, while Orlando was on the phone, he immediately turned around and gave orders to the group of people.

"Yes, sir." After the group of strong men saluted George, they immediately led the engineers behind them and walked around the police station. The clever Mike found that the logo of the Stark Group was printed on the uniforms of those workers.

Could it be that Iron Man's donations really covered this place? The happiness came a little too suddenly. Mike couldn't believe it for a while. This group of policemen was completely different from the policemen in his impression. They all had sharp eyes and quick actions. It was like the elite policemen he had seen in gangster movies. If he could join such a police force, even one day would be worth it.

"Mr. Chief, I would like to ask you, is there still a shortage of people in the police station?" Mike asked George with a try mentality, "I have graduated from the police academy and want to change the status quo of this neighborhood. "

Seeing the hopeful look in the eyes of the young man in front of him, George couldn't help but think of himself when he was young. He asked, "Are you afraid of death, child?"

"No, sir, I have been prepared to die since I wanted to be a policeman. I grew up here. I have seen too many deaths since I was a child. I want to change all this, even with my own s life."

"Very good, child, I believe you will do it, here is a police station that only admits the dead."

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