Super Detective in the Fictional World

Misty, a young woman of African descent, whispered in her car: "Boss, we've been randomly patrolling the Bailiwick recently. Besides catching a few thieves, I can't see all the weeds, robberies and strongmen, and I think there's something wrong with that. ”

Middle-aged white man picks eyebrows: “What problem? ”

Misty: “This is the Clinton Zone, the legendary Hell Kitchen. There were several other major cases at the end of last year. What was this year like? Except the house is still so dilapidated, security is worse than the Upper West Side. Is that reasonable? ”

The middle-aged white man laughed: "So? Do you think it should just keep on messing around? ”

Misty shook his head: "Of course not, but... it doesn't seem to be our business to get better here. Boss, before you came here, you said you had to risk your life to make it work. Now..."

Middle-aged whites scratch their heads unconsciously.

He's always been steady, but he's still full of embarrassment in the face of this entrenched problem under the iron.

I knew it wouldn't be so serious that I had no place to lose my men's fighting spirit. I had to pull her out to patrol the streets. He sighed in his heart.

“Haven't you heard the wind?” He finally said, "There are too many superheroes out here. Not just the Clinton District, but Manhattan as a whole has become unfit for gang members. Otherwise, if you don't have multiple fractures or concussions, it will cost you money to go to a doctor. ”

When Misty heard this, she finally found the target: "But aren't these our jobs? Why let these vigilantes do it? They're done with everything. What do we do in the 15th Precinct? ”

The middle-aged white man lowered his chair back a little, making his weary old waist more comfortable: "Not them, do you think we can do everything we can to clean up the cavities in the XV? I'm afraid we've both been shot several times by gang members. ”

Misty hummed: “I'm not afraid. ”

Middle-aged white man: "Hey, I have a wife and daughter, I'm scared, okay? ”

Misty doesn't listen to this crap. If he's scared, why would he take over the 15th Precinct's position, sweep away the black cops, and clean up the interior?

But maybe he's still scared, and nobody wants their relatives attacked by gangs.

But now gang members are being cleansed one superhero after another, and the black cops in the XV station are already passive water.

There are no gangs that commit rape, and many of the methods of these policemen cannot be used.

At least they have difficulty describing the threat of shooting as gang behaviour, as everyone knows that groups in the Clinton area have long been beaten to death and have been separated from the area.

Without the gang interfering with their sight, these black policemen will be targeted as soon as they dare to shoot black guns.

The Director, who has the full support of Headquarters, will certainly take the opportunity to take one or two local assignments as breakthroughs.

At that time, they had no opportunity to resign and had to go to jail together.

To think of it, the director of the XV Bureau, who had only been in office for a few months, smiled.

Let's do this. It's too hard. It's not a good thing.

But I haven't done much yet, and it doesn't feel good to be done by others.

Like him and Misty, who would have landed fifteen stations with considerable “courage”, ready to open this hell of a copy.

They thought it was the target iron plate before the punch, and only after the punch did they realize that they were facing a piece of cotton with a rotten black heart.

He was silent for a while before he spoke: “Whatever the future, we finally got the 15th inning back. Even if these superheroes don't show up again in the future, we have more power to maintain order in Clinton, don't we? ”

Misty slapped down the steering wheel a little angrily for a moment: “But I don't like it. I'm not from the Ministry of the Interior, so why spend every day looking into the work of the black police? ”

Middle-aged white people don't say much anymore.

Everyone understands that it is good that his men are passionate about their work, and he will not strike her.

It's better to hold your breath, people can be lazy when satisfied, and you can't react in case of an emergency.

And thinking about it, he couldn't help but think about a quiet neighborhood on the road, and the fox wondered, "Is there really an emergency here?"

……

Two days later, at noon, he was walking on the streets of New York with his big face, and there was a middle-aged man whose face could only be described by beauty, who was Ivan after his cosmetic surgery.

A split body in a hand-crafted suit creates a clear contrast to Ivan in a streamlined worksuit, a common denominator that attracts the attention of both women.

Big Ben's face is the kind of "masculine good-looking with black framed glasses, with a strong body, a steady temperament, and a typical“ elite "image.

Ivan's face is handsome, and he doesn't have to disguise the decadent, dark temperament that makes him look more like a prodigal son.

In terms of the number of women attracted by the two, Luke accounted for only 30%, while Ivan accounted for 70%.

But after a few more eyes, many women put their attention on Luke.

Not because Luke is more durable, but because he's obviously richer in his clothes.

In places like Manhattan, most people, men and women alike, are significantly more interested in money.

The two people walking down the street didn't care about those eyes, but just walked forward casually.

Ivan lifted his gaze and landed on the STARK sign at the top of the tall building not far away: "Oh, rich man. ”

Luke: “Actually, he's not the richest second generation on Earth. ”

Ivan shouted, didn't hear the answer, and had to turn his head: “Why didn't you say something? ”

Luke laughed low: "My intelligence is valuable. ”

Though he didn't pay much attention to Marvel in his last life, and hadn't seen the later movies, a man with a "gold” mine, whose assets far outweighed those of Stark's second generation, was still slightly overheard.

But just heard, he didn't even see the film's introduction, he just watched a lot of countries throw up and the film was made for Afro-descendants.

And Luke, he's never been Afro-descendant in his life.

This intelligence says it's useful, it's almost useless in a short time.

It's no use, it's actually a big secret.

Naturally, he wouldn't be foolish enough to tell Ivan about his probationary “employee" and that no normal boss in the world would reveal high-level information to his employees at random.

Besides, Ivan, who lived to see, was still able to play so well, thanks to what he had done before, which was not serious.

The slightly evil man is here at Luke's, and it's irrelevant.

Getting this guy to play a role in providing technical services to the future vigilantes would be a payoff.

At this point, the two men walked to the central station.

Luke raised his hand and said, "Have lunch first. ”