As the three left, it was time for the two policemen to leave work.

In the police station, two policemen packed up their things and prepared to leave.

"Brown, do you want to go for a drink later?"

The black policeman finished cleaning up and asked.

The black policeman was not old, looking like he was in his twenties and thirties.

Working as an errand in the hell's kitchen is not a good day, and the police are far less powerful than the criminal gang members, so for the young, jealous black policeman, the work here is not easy, and every moment is accompanied by danger.

And the old police officer Brown, who has been in Hell's Kitchen for more than ten years, can be said to be very experienced in this regard, and black police officers often hear in the police department how Brown was witty and brave to fight against the evil forces of Hell's Kitchen when he was young, so he has always maintained respect for him and always consulted and learned from him.

Brown was already fifty or sixty years old, the short hair on his head had long been infected by the years, and the wrinkles on his face were becoming clearer, and he laughed happily when he heard the invitation with a little concern.

"Kevin, I'm already an old man, you should find a beautiful and charming big beauty to spend this wonderful night, instead of sitting in an old bar listening to the dance music of the last century and thinking about how to comfort a bad old man."

Kevin smiled cheekily and touched his head.

"Actually, I don't like that kind of life very much, but I prefer to listen to you tell stories about the past."

Brown shook his head helplessly.

"There's nothing to talk about, Kevin, no matter how powerful the guy is, he will grow old, and the future is yours young people."

Seeing that Kevin was unmoved, he could only continue: "Let me go, in fact, there is something at my house today, I said."

"This way! Then you take care of it first.

Kevin suddenly realized, and then patted his chest: "If you need anything, be sure to tell me!" “

"ok！ I will!

Brown smiled gratifyingly.

"I have to go home, boy, see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!"

......

Brown's car slowly pulled up under a building.

It's an old building, about the same age as Brown, and a bit out of place in New York, a world-class city.

Who would have thought that in this bustling and rich city, there would be such dilapidated and dirty buildings?

Just like Brown, who had just been transferred to Hell's Kitchen when he was young, he couldn't imagine that in this Big Apple City, there would be such a place as Hell's Kitchen to hide dirt.

Born poor, tenacious, youthful and strong, Brown begins his fight against the dark forces.

On his first big victory, he was awarded a medal and received the house as a reward.

At that time, he naively thought that he would one day sweep away the sins of Hell's Kitchen, and he would also make peace.

However, things changed completely after that.

He stopped the car, coughed and walked into the building.

He is fifty-six this year, and because of his lack of pity when he was young, he fell into a problem.

There was no elevator in the building, so he could only walk slowly up the small, dark stairs, panting to his home on the sixth floor.

When he came to the door, he laboriously pulled out the key and inserted it into the lock, turned it, and pushed the door in.

"Stephen, is that you?"

The moment the door opened, a woman's voice came from the room.

"Yes! I'm back, how do you feel today?

He instantly put away his exhaustion and responded angrily as if he was ten years younger.

"I'm feeling good, why are you back so late today?"

Out of the bedroom came a woman in pajamas, about the same age as Brown, with a very haggard face and an abnormally obese body.

Brown smiled softly and said, "Are you hungry?" What did you eat today? I'll get you something to eat.

The woman shook her head and said no, and said to Brown with some distress: "Don't be too tired, you are so old, let the work be done by young people!"

"I know, I know! Lie back and rest!

Brown led the woman back to the bedroom and told her to lie down.

The woman sighed and said, "Don't do it!" It's always like this, don't blame me for leaving you alone in the future.

Brown heard this, his cheeks twitched, and then he forced a smile and said: "How is it possible?" You'll have to take care of me for the rest of my life!

"Can't handle it! I don't have much time left..." The

woman's voice gradually lowered.

"Don't say stupid things, Petunia!" Brown stroked her face, "Everything will be fine."

"I know, I've always believed in you..."

Living room.

Penny fell back asleep, and Brown sneaked up to smoke in the living room.

The fan spun over Brown's head, making a crunching sound, which made Brown's mood even more irritable.

Cigarette after cigarette burned out, just like Brown spent more than a decade of life.

In front of him, there was a bunch of medicine boxes.

These are all medications for Penny's diabetes, and most of them are empty.

This small, dilapidated house without elevator air conditioning was supposed to be just a starting point in his good life, but it ended up being the end.

From the time he acquired this house, he continued to fight crime bravely.

But gradually, he realized that something was wrong.

Those criminals began to be guarded, and he frequently missed; The promotion in the police station has waited for several years without his turn, and the people who have been promoted are some guys who are sloppy and easy to work with.

Later, his wife developed diabetes, lost her job, and had to pay for long-term medical expenses.

And after more than ten years, he finally understood that in Hell's Kitchen, there should be no justice.

The inhabitants here are unemployed vagrants, illegal immigrants, wanted criminals, and more or less inextricably linked to criminals.

If justice is really needed, then all people here should be judged.

Including the guys in the police department.

It's not just one or two who collude with gangsters, but there is no one who is not involved with those criminals.

They bribe, shield, inform, and even brazenly enter and exit various extraordinary places.

Brown, who was unwilling to join the bandwagon, was certainly ostracized.

Everyone couldn't see him well, so he was still a police officer for so many years and did not have a single close friend.

The closest was the young guy who had just arrived, and in him, Brown saw the shadow of his youth.

He really wanted to persuade the guy to apply to leave here early, taking advantage of the fact that he had not been here for a long time.

But in the end, he didn't say it.

He could see that the child would be greatly shocked if he heard his respected senior say such words.

Another cigarette burned out, and Brown subconsciously touched the cigarette box, only to find that it was empty.

And he has no money to buy cigarettes.

Medicine needs money, life needs money....

Everything requires money.

Is life important or justice important?

Questions that Brown has spent most of his life thinking about have had a different answer tonight.

He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hey..."

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