Trouble? Call the Police

Having recruited Daredevil, Bai Jing was in a great mood and immediately took Matt Murdock (henceforth referred to as Matt) to a warehouse by the river.

The warehouse was located on a pier extending outward from 44th Street, jutting directly into the Hudson River.

It was worth noting that from the warehouse entrance, one could see the fighter jets across the way, and the former aircraft carrier Intrepid.

Tourists over there sometimes saw people coming and going here, busy as bees. Who would have thought that what they were carrying were the most evil things in the world!

At this moment, a Dodge truck was parked by the warehouse entrance, and many neatly dressed gang members were loading bags and boxes of "goods" onto it.

"Where are these being shipped to? If they're going to be destroyed, why not burn them with quicklime and dump them into the river?" Matt asked.

Doing so would at least be quite discreet, and no one would notice.

The Hudson River's flow rate was nearly a quarter of the Yellow River's. Dumping a few tons of detergent here would basically go unnoticed, and it wasn't even as much as the wastewater discharged by any single factory in a day!

"Why would we handle it secretly!" Bai Jing turned to look at Matt Murdock.

"To avoid provoking their anger, of course!" Matt replied.

If those gangs knew that so much detergent was being destroyed directly, they would probably explode!

"Then do you think destroying detergent is a good thing or a bad thing?" Bai Jing asked again.

"Of course it's a good thing!" Matt nodded as if it were obvious.

"So, why should I do good deeds secretly?" Bai Jing said, then turned and shouted, "Have you contacted everyone?"

"Contacted!" Ryan Daling jogged over, with a police officer beside him.

"Mr. Bai, this is Captain Calvin of the NY State Police from 44th Street!" Ryan pointed to the white police officer beside him, then to Bai Jing, saying, "This is our Order Society's Chief Consultant, Mr. Bai!"

"Hello, Mr. Bai. We feel the strong support your company has given our department!" Calvin was burly with a square head, a common sight in the news.

His attitude was lukewarm. After all, Bai Jing's title was only a consultant, and he was Asian. If he were the President, the attitude might be better.

"As residents of 44th Street, we also have an obligation to maintain the public order of this street. This is all part of our duty!" Bai Jing was too lazy to waste words with him and stepped aside, gesturing to Matt. "Allow me to introduce our Order Society's legal consultant, attorney Matt Murdock!"

"Attorney Matt, I've heard your name before but never had the chance to meet you. I didn't expect you to be here in 44th Street!" Calvin looked at Matt with surprise.

Matt felt a bit speechless. He could clearly hear the hypocrisy in the captain's tone, but one had to go with the flow in society.

He still put on a smile that met social expectations. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I can't compare to you, Captain Calvin, who fights for the city's order!"

After a round of mutual flattery, Calvin was called away. Matt asked in a low voice, "Why are the police here?"

"It's not just the police!" Bai Jing gestured, and Matt then heard the sound of many vehicles approaching in the distance!

The engine sounds were quiet and low, with rapid broadcasts from the vehicles...

This was a news van!

"We've invited reporters from the New York Times, Washington Post, Los Angeles Times, Wall Street Journal, Chicago Tribune, USA Today, and other major media outlets!" Bai Jing said softly. "Do you think we're under a lot of pressure now?"

"Oh, this..." Matt Murdock was a bit shocked. What was this? Directly exposing the dark side and bringing in the light?

How could such a tactic work?

"Dealing with gangs is the police's job, isn't it?" Bai Jing asked with a smile. "As a law-abiding company, if I encounter unfair treatment, the federal government will help me, won't they?"

Matt Murdock was speechless. No, I thought I joined to outsmart Kingpin!

"But those police officers were clearly inactive..." Looking at Calvin, who was excitedly talking to reporters, Matt looked bewildered. "If they were truly dedicated, Hell's Kitchen wouldn't be in this state!"

"They're not dedicated because they weren't paid enough!" Bai Jing chuckled. "As long as they're paid, and I have justice on my side, the police will naturally be on our side!"

As Chairman Mao once said, make as many friends as possible and as few enemies as possible.

I want to ban smoking and maintain public order, so I am justice. Then all who yearn for justice, or organizations, are naturally my allies.

It's okay if they aren't for now; a little more money will do the trick.

"After years of investigation and undercover work, we have successfully gathered evidence of the crimes committed by the Gray Squirrel Gang and the Viper Gang. With the assistance of the Order Society Security Company, we successfully took down these two extremely wicked criminal organizations last night. We seized 7796 kg of various detergents and arrested 177 drug dealers and criminals. These two criminal organizations have been completely wiped out thanks to the efforts of the New York State Police!" Captain Calvin was speaking excitedly on a temporarily erected stage.

He belonged to the Midtown precinct of the New York State Manhattan District Police, whose jurisdiction not only included Hell's Kitchen but also extended beyond Midtown West.

Midtown West was the geographical name for Hell's Kitchen; its official name was Clinton District.

To say whether such a police officer had a sense of responsibility, they actually did, but it depended on who paid them more. Their efforts had always been focused on Midtown East because it was economically developed and paid more.

Of course, in America, this isn't bribery; it's called foundation sponsorship.

The gangs in Midtown West also paid money, but they first had to hand it over to Kingpin, and then there were state legislators and officials at various levels. Their own profits weren't high, so how much could they give to the police?

Compared to Midtown East, this amount was peanuts.

After all, next door to Midtown East was Wall Street, which was full of money!

Bai Jing paid generously this time, directly erasing this insignificant goodwill. Helping to solve the crime problem in Midtown West was also an action that would bring credit to the police, so Calvin naturally came running.

It was no wonder so many rich people liked America. After all, in this country, money could truly do whatever you wanted.

So if you don't have money, don't like America. Except for China, no country will treat you well.

"What about those 177 people?" Matt asked in a low voice.

"Do you really think everyone in those two gangs is clean?" Bai Jing looked at Matt strangely. "We're trying to run a legitimate company. How can we keep them around to cause trouble for me? Of course, they need to be reformed in prison first!"

Matt truly didn't know what to say.

Should he call himself stupid? He was a local, yet he couldn't control a gang with his own strength to reform them, and then use the gang's funds to bring in the police to maintain order. Was that so hard to do?

Not at all!

So why couldn't he think of such a simple method, only for an outsider to achieve it?

Then he thought about his recent debate with Bai Jing, where he was utterly defeated.

He had worked hard his whole life and accomplished nothing, not even as much as someone else had in two days.

Was there something wrong with his intelligence!

For a moment, Matt Murdock fell into self-doubt.

This was followed by his recognition of Bai Jing.

Perhaps with his wisdom, the things he wanted to do could really succeed?

"We, the New York State Police, announce that starting today, these six blocks will be designated as a drug-free demonstration zone, refusing to allow even a single drop of drugs to enter, pass through, or leave this area!" On the podium, Calvin announced loudly, and the media reporters below immediately cooperated by snapping photos.

Afterward, their cameras followed the Dodge trucks all the way to the incineration plant. This was a rare and grand spectacle that the public would surely enjoy.

Of course, some people would not like it.

Fisk Tower, 47th floor. The bald, muscular Kingpin angrily drew his gun and fired several shots!

Several holes were shot through the 42-inch super-large television screen, but because the Japanese product was of excellent quality, it continued to play!

"Bai Letian!" Kingpin roared: "How dare you bully me like this!"