Super Detective in the Fictional World

It's not how much money Luke burned, it's just that the atmosphere on this side of the rescue station isn't very good.

A large group of community residents who have lost their families or even loved ones, and low pressure has affected the community atmosphere.

These people at the help desk and home furnishing companies can also give him a few hundred and eleven experience points a day.

Hosting this party, organizing a charitable raffle, and publicizing how participating in both companies can improve their plight should help some people.

The harvest is modest, but the good news is that you basically have to pay for it.

But the so-called pharmacists are immortal, and those lazy diseases are beyond Luke's reach.

When the people in the aid station lose part of it, he cuts back on treatment.

It's impossible to do nothing in there, eat fat and white, sleep fat and have intestines.

He's helping people, not raising pigs.

……

May and Doris are very efficient.

The two arrived the same day and agreed on the main process with Luke.

The next day, the municipal application was ready, and the preparations for the party were synchronized.

The third day is all set and the evening party officially begins.

Luke's private and public flights directly invited Misty and George Stacy, as well as officers from the 15th Precinct who were free to participate, for a "Civilian Police Festival”.

With more than a dozen policemen, the duty keeper has it.

Director George was also very interesting.

Even him, a lot of the fifteenth precinct just happened to have ten people, except the director himself, all the other patrol cops who drove here.

Luke was also considerate and asked the Social Workers Department to question the patrols and send them the hot drinks and food they needed, with the exception of beer.

Patrol cops are more intelligent.

They scattered around the riverside avenue where the gatherings took place, putting together a group of about 100 meters and including half a kilometre of the gatherings in the surveillance area.

Two years ago, the residents of the Clinton area would never have gathered under the watchful eye of a patrol cop because there were too many hot guys living here.

Now these criminals are basically tormented away by Batman, Black Cat, Night Demon, and the rest are basically native Clinton neighbors.

Most of them work or help in places such as home furnishing companies, social workers' offices, etc., and are decent citizens.

Luke asked Charlie and Raqqa to say hello and tell them that the patrol police were “security” invited by the big man of the Rescue Foundation.

So, nobody cares much about these patrol cops.

At night, the river was cold and windy, but the streets were lively.

All kinds of hot food on the stove, tempting heat, live community rap bands can still perform on their own.

Good singer, bad singer... Mmm, more of a lookout, and a few laughs out loud.

The trauma of the New York War left this Christmas Clinton area with little festive atmosphere, but today it is.

This, of course, is Luke's credit... for the money.

All food, drinks, and fun are free, as are even the two doll trappers that have moved in, but they have to be queued and limited to three times per person at a time.

Other billiards, fighters are casual.

This leaves the party hall surrounded by a ribbon, like a small carnival.

Director George looked at everything in front of him and said with a smile to Luke beside him: "That's a good idea. Without a festival buffer, people will feel that life has no expectations. ”

Luke nodded with a smile: "Are you under a lot of pressure these days? ”

George laughed a little helplessly: "No, security in our 15th Precinct is by far one of the best in New York - just a little worse than the communities of the wealthy. ”

Luke didn't say anything.

George seemed rare to say the same thing and lowered his voice slightly: "Although that would make the fifteenth inning look like nothing warm, thanks go to Batman and his friends. They made Clinton so stable after the Great War. ”

Luke Gual: “How do I know you're unhappy? Chief George. ”

“I respect Batman for them. But people don't get paid. It's useless for us to get paid.” Speaking of which, George suddenly felt that the beer in his hand was gone.

Luke shrugged, “Actually, is it okay to hit a superhero? ”

George: …

Luke looked at him and shrugged his shoulders: "Should we let the little cops deal with monsters or alien armies? We're not getting paid by the army. ”

George smiled bitterly and felt helpless about the status quo.

There is always a gap between reality and ideals.

Batman, they robbed NYPD for a lot of work, but it's not NYPD's turn to save the world.

Do you blame people for meddling? Then the world won't be saved!

In a moment of silence, he changed the subject: “I heard you had a relationship at headquarters. ”

Luke: "Well, what do you want me to do? ”

George was a little embarrassed, but he said, “You know something about the XV, right? ”

Luke nodded.

George: “Though I came over and did the rectification, some of the support I was promised was stuck. ”

Luke: “What support? ”

George: "Police equipment, new firearms, vests, riot shields, etc. Although the Clinton area is now in good order, we often need cross-district support these days. A few times later, a lot of people were a little... reluctant. ”

Luke understood. Come here.

Previously, the 15th Precinct hooked up with Kim and rotted from top to bottom.

Now that George had taken over, he had done a great job, and as a result NYPD had two consecutive resignations and the cleanup had to come to a halt.

Things aren't done, and the benefits are naturally not that simple.

And there was a war in New York City, and it was so busy, there was no time to deal with his little, unstable director.

But the people below didn't want to drive a wrecked car and carry out their mission with old gear.

Luke's eyes turned and suddenly lifted his fingers around the meeting area: “See this place? George.”

George followed his hand around and wondered, "What, what's wrong? ”

His hands had touched the intercom between his waists, and he called his men for backup if he didn't agree, which was his chief's right.

Luke shook his finger: "No. I mean, there's a more charitable foundation here, and this community gathering is what it pays for. ”

George Seconds understands, “You mean, let me get a donation from this foundation? ”

Kids can teach! Luke nodded: "As long as you want your people to pay more attention to the security here, it's also a safeguard for charity. ”

George nodded thoughtfully.

Luke: “If you have that in mind, go to Foggy and Matt at Nelson-Murdoch, they're familiar with the foundation, and you can talk to them first. ”

George exhaled and reached out: "Thank you, Luke. ”

Luke also reached out and shook his hand, smiling softly: "But first, Misty, you can't go back. Well, unless you want her promoted. ”

George laughed, too: "She's been doing great lately, and I think she should keep going. ”