Manhattan's Thirteenth Block, located in Lower Manhattan, is a typical ghetto, where gangsters and crime are rife, 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, and the number of police stations in each neighborhood depends entirely on the tax situation of the neighborhood, so the police cars and patrols that can be seen everywhere in the rich area are simply precious animals in the slums, such as the thirteenth block, if you call the police, the arrival of the police within an hour is considered fast, after all, there are only a dozen police officers in the entire police station, and you can't ask too much of them.

"Big news! Big news! The crumbling door of the 13th 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're disturbing 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, who looked up and yelled at him in annoyance.

"Uncle Orlando, big news, there's hope for our neighborhood."

A newspaper slapped on the table, and Mike said to the old policeman with excitement on his face.

Orlando, the old cop, put on his reading glasses and picked up the newspaper, and a photo of a coquettish bearded man on the front page was accompanied by a line of large letters: Tony. Stark vows to improve New York's crime problem.

Looking down, the newspaper featured Tony. Stark just held a press conference, which said that he will donate 10 million dollars to the New York Police Department to improve the combat effectiveness of the NYPD, so as to better fight criminals and improve the safety of citizens.

"What's the big news?" The old man threw the newspaper in his hand, and his rich experience made him very indifferent to this kind of thing, "Every year, countless rich people donate money to the police system, but that is just a means for them to avoid taxes, even if they can have a little money flowing into the police station, it is 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 people, you look down, he promised to use this donation for the people at the bottom, mainly in the neighborhoods with the most police resources, aren't we?" Young people are always passionate, and Mike is no exception.

Orlando shook his head, "It's naïve, he's just a rich man, if it's not to avoid taxes, it's probably to make some political capital, superhero, have you seen him catch criminals, it's not as good as Spider-Man, even if it's a real donation, we have a prestigious place in Hell's Kitchen in New York, wouldn't it be easier to donate money there to become famous." ”

"But... Isn't there a superhero like the Dead Whisperer in Hell's Kitchen, and now it's about to become the safest neighborhood in New York, where do you need a police department..."Listening to Uncle Orlando's words, Mike also calmed down, but he still reluctantly defended a few words.

"Wouldn't that be better, with the least amount of money to achieve the maximum effect. Don't think about Mike, it's impossible for donations to reach this police station. Orlando spread his hands, looking at the chagrined young man in front of him, he was also moved by compassion, Mike was born in this neighborhood, like most of his peers, his father died in a gang vendetta, and his mother left him away from home, however, Mike, who was raised by his grandmother, did not abandon himself to join any gang, but aspired to be a police officer, of course, the poor financial situation of this police station could no longer support them to recruit a new police officer, so Mike could only be a police volunteer, and he could not even receive a salary.

"I see, Uncle Orlando." Mike said dejectedly, in fact, he himself knew that this news probably had nothing to do with him, but he always had a trace of fantasy when he was young, "I went to work, I wish you a good mood today." ”

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

Bang! Just as Mike was about to walk out of the police station, the door was pushed open again, and then a group of sturdy men rushed in, and the emaciated man led by him had a spirit of not being angry and arrogant, and Mike involuntarily gave way to him.

"George. Stacy, the new director of the 13th block, what about your Director Hunter? George looked around the humble police station, it was working time, and there was not a single officer except the old policeman at the door, and he didn't know if they were too busy or too idle.

"Sir, Director Hunt he... The old ghost of Orlando saw the badge and appointment letter on the table, and immediately stood up and saluted, he was embarrassed to tell the truth, Hunter hadn't come to work for a long time, and the ghost knew where he was now.

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

"Yes, sir." Orlando, the old fritter, was accustomed to seeing the wind and the rudder, and seeing that the new director looked vigorous and resolute, he also changed his previous decadent appearance and immediately began to call everyone.

"Time waits for no one, you should start the repair work of the entire police station immediately, do it according to the previous design drawings, and the police officers will assist you, be careful not to lose the documents or damage the evidence in the evidence room." George obviously didn't want to waste even a second of his time, so he immediately turned back to the group and ordered while Orlando was calling.

"Yes, sir." After saluting George, the group of sturdy men immediately led the engineers behind him to the police station, and the clever Mike noticed that the workers' uniforms were emblazoned with the Stark Group logo.

Could it be that Iron Man's donation is really covered here, and the happiness came a little too suddenly, Mike was a little unbelievable for a while, this group of policemen is completely different from the police in his impression, they all have sharp eyes and quick movements, just like those elite policemen he has seen in police movies, if he can join such a police team, even if it is worth a day.

"Mr. Chief, I would like to ask you, is there still a shortage of people in the police station?" With the mindset of giving it a try, Mike asked George, "I've graduated from the police academy and want to change the status quo in this neighborhood." ”

Looking at the hopeful look in the young man's eyes in front of him, George couldn't help but think of when he was young, and he asked, "Are you afraid of death, child?" ”

"No, sir, I've been ready to die since I wanted to be a police officer, I grew up here, I've seen too many deaths since I was a child, and I want to change all that, even with my own life."

"Very well, boy, I'm sure you'll do it, here's a police station that only admits dead people."