Alvin looked at Beckett's extremely awkward expression and found it a little amusing. He guessed the chief had been pushed to the limit.
Hell's Kitchen was the first place to learn that an alien invasion was coming. As the local authority theoretically responsible for maintaining order through force, Beckett's pressure was easy to imagine.
If, when the fighting started, the police had less firepower than the gangs—and might even need the gangs to protect them—
then all of Beckett's efforts over the past two years would have gone to waste!
Hell's Kitchen was a practical, short-sighted place. Over the past while, Beckett had led the local police in proving their ability, naturally earning the approval of some people.
But when something serious really happened and the police did nothing, the people here would shove the police aside again.
The female chief had terrible luck, getting stuck with such a miserable place.
Worse, she cared more than most people, which was why she'd come here so shamelessly to borrow weapons.
Feeling someone poke him from behind, Alvin turned and saw Fox give him a subtle nod.
Looking at Beckett's awkward expression, Alvin understood that Fox had gotten her way through the wife route.
He watched Alexei stand with his arms crossed, looking so smug he seemed ready to force an innocent girl into prostitution.
Alvin helplessly kicked him in the shin and cursed, "Whose stuff is this, anyway?
Why do I feel like you're more the boss than I am?"
As he spoke, Alvin glanced at Beckett, then patted Alexei on the back. "Lend it to her and have her sign an IOU.
If she breaks anything, make her pay the full price. If she doesn't, take it back and send it to South America in exchange for land.
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