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Chapter 160 Say Goodbye to Your Spirit of Freedom! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Outside the Upper East Side Police Station.

It was already 6 p.m.

Ginny, dressed in casual clothes, walked expressionlessly towards the parking lot, ready to end this terrible day.

Everything has been terrible lately, so terrible that she doesn't even want to list all the troubles.

For example, Rorschach came to New York but didn't mention her at all, and was rumored to be having a passionate affair with some European princess; her father, Jack, was supposedly in New York investigating the bombing of the Judiciary Hall, but he was too busy to even meet her.
What annoyed her the most was—

"Ginny!"

Her partner, Fusco, dragged his bulky body to the car, his round face full of pleading: "Please do me a favor, okay? I know you're not short of money; your parents are either wealthy businessmen or government officials. But I'm different. I just got divorced, and if I can't afford the mortgage and my child's tuition, the court will award my only child to my ex-wife!"

"Frosco," Ginny frowned with difficulty. "If you need money, I can lend you some, but I really don't want to get involved with the mob."

Do you think I want to take you there?

Fusco leaned helplessly against the car, replying with a wry smile, "It's that Harlem godfather's rule. We field cops have to bring a partner if we want to get paid. It was okay when I was alone, but now..."

He rubbed his hands together, his eyes almost pleading, "Just show your face, you don't need to say anything, we'll leave after we get the money."

Seeing her partner's obsequious manner, Ginny closed her eyes in a conflicted manner.

The other party had been pestering her like this for the past few days, which put her in a very difficult position. She didn't want to get involved with the gang, but she also didn't want to see her partner forced to separate from his son.

"Just this once."

Having made up her mind, Ginny opened the car door with a cold face. "Tomorrow I will apply for a change of partner, or I will transfer to another department."

Fusco gave a smile that looked more like a grimace.

He knew he was looked down upon, but he had no choice for the sake of his child. Didn't he also want to be a good policeman?
But the path of corrupt cops is like quicksand; once you're trapped, you can never climb out.

Half an hour later.

The neon lights at the back entrance of the casino were particularly glaring in the night.

They were greeted by a black man in a sharp suit, whose air of a business elite made it easy to forget that he was actually one of the leaders of the Harlem gang.

"Frosco! My dear police brother!"

The Black man opened his arms and gave Fusco an exaggerated hug.

"Hey buddy, you haven't shown up for two weeks. What's up? Got rich lately?" James, the black man, patted Frost's chest hard and grinned.

"Stop talking nonsense, James, I'm here to withdraw money," Fosco replied, frowning.

James shrugged and pulled a manila envelope from his inside suit pocket: "OK, OK, here's three thousand dollars. Take it and take your son to Disneyland for a good time."

He deliberately lowered his voice, "That kid always looks so gloomy when he comes home from school lately, it's really heartbreaking to see. Hahaha."

Hearing these veiled threats, Fusco's expression darkened, but he simply took the envelope without a word and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, Ginny, who was standing behind, quietly tucked her phone, which was hidden in her sleeve, further inside.

In the short time they had just met, she had already taken photos of the gangster and his men.

When she got back, she was determined to have her father find out the truth about these people, gather evidence through the counter-terrorism bureau, and completely dismantle this gang.

Just then, James's voice came from behind: "Hey buddy, aren't you going to introduce the beautiful lady next to you? I see you two always together."

“She’s my partner,” Fosco replied impatiently. “She’s not interested in taking dirty money. You don’t need to know that much, James. I’ve already brought my partner along, as is the custom of the Harlem Godfather.”

"Relax, I just want to know if your partner is short of money."

James winked at Ginny, and seeing her sweet yet capable demeanor, the black man licked his thick lips and chuckled, "Hey chick, if you'd like to come in and have a drink with me, all two thousand dollars is yours."

As he spoke, he pulled out a wad of banknotes from his pocket and patted them in his hand.

This action completely enraged Ginny, who was already barely containing her anger.

Without saying a word, she drew her sidearm and coldly pointed it at the gangster.

"What did you just say?!" She pointed the gun at James's head, her voice low and menacing. "How dare you, a gangster, talk to a cop like that?!"

Wow!

James raised his hands in surrender, but a mocking smile played on his lips. "It's just an invitation to a drink, is it really necessary to use a gun?"

"Alright, Ginny, let's go." Fusco pressed down on her finger on the trigger, urging her with a pained expression.

Ginny stared intently at the damned gangster, gritted her teeth, and finally put down her gun, striding away from the alley without looking back.

At that moment, her jaw was clenched and her chest was heaving violently.

This was the first time she had felt so stifled since she put on the police uniform.

Back in Chicago, those gangsters would at most make sarcastic remarks, and they wouldn't even dare to open their mouths when they saw Rorschach. But in New York, these guys actually dared to insult and provoke the police to their faces.

Ginny was burning with anger and ignored her partner. She got into the car alone, stepped on the gas, and drove off.

Fusco sighed and was about to leave when he suddenly turned back to the Harlem gang leader and warned him in a low voice, "I advise you not to mess with Ginny. Her father is either a wealthy businessman or a high-ranking government official, and he has a lot of influence in the police department."

James sneered, and after they left, he beckoned to his men and instructed them to send a few men to keep an eye on the policewoman.

"Boss, isn't that girl's dad a rich man?" the younger brother asked hesitantly. "Are we really going to mess with her?"

“There’s no shortage of rich people in New York!” James scoffed. “Big influence? Even if he’s big, can he be bigger than the Godfather? I think this girl is a troublemaker; she might cause trouble. You guys keep a close eye on her and report back immediately if you get any information.”

The henchmen exchanged glances and nodded in unison: "Yep!"

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New York Harbor, Liberty Island.

Inside Barrett Park, a politician's campaign rally to garner votes is underway.

A week has passed since the former black mayor was killed in a bombing, and the vacant mayoral position has naturally attracted countless greedy eyes.

The square was filled with citizens who came to join in the fun, and staff members moved among them, constantly distributing leaflets.

A college student-looking girl was handing out flyers when she suddenly froze in front of a certain audience member.

He was a man with crutches, his arms and legs in casts, and his neck and shoulders wrapped in bandages, looking like a wounded soldier who had just returned from the battlefield.

“That’s really admirable.”

The girl's eyes widened in surprise. "You must be a staunch supporter of our Democracy Party, right? But don't you need to be hospitalized for your injuries?"

"It's okay, it was just a minor collision with a truck."

Luo Xia smiled as he took the flyer and glanced at it casually.

Sure enough, it was covered with promises of various welfare policies: the congressman claimed that if elected, he would lower taxes, eliminate poverty, increase employment, solve the problem of illegal immigration, and so on.

Seeing that Rorschach was still seriously injured but insisted on attending the rally, the girl couldn't help but ask, "Sir, there's another women's rights movement in a few days. Will you be able to vote for us then?"

“Of course, I’ll definitely go when I have time,” Luo Xia replied casually.

"Thank you, sir. You are a truly progressive person."

"Haha, don't worry, girl. I will support any fool who is stupid enough to think that he can achieve equality through voting."

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The girl's expression froze, and then a soft laugh suddenly came from beside her.

She then noticed that next to Luo Xia sat a woman dressed in fine clothes, adorned with luxury items, and with a figure comparable to a supermodel, who was wearing sunglasses and elegantly crossing her legs.

The girl glared at Luo Xia and turned away angrily.

After this little incident, Rorschach handed the leaflet to Anna and said sarcastically, "Look at these beautiful empty promises. I bet even if that guy on stage really becomes mayor, he won't keep a single one of these promises."

Anna glanced at the contents of the flyer and shook her head. "The best actors in America are always in politics, not Hollywood. He doesn't need us to believe him; as long as his voters believe these words, he's successful."

"But what's the point?"

Rorschach said calmly, "I used to value the right to vote, thinking it was the cornerstone of the free world. But the more I learned, the more I realized that voting is nothing more than a carefully designed performance."

"Why do you say that?" Anna asked curiously.

"Based on my observations when I was a police officer, politicians who really want to get things done are often not good at showmanship. They don't pretend in front of the media, nor do they try to please voters. And such politicians simply don't win the favor of voters."

Luo Xia chuckled and turned his gaze to the Statue of Liberty, eight hundred meters away.

This statue, a gift from France in 1865 to celebrate the centennial of the United States, has now become a symbol of the American spirit.

Just like the leaflets in their hands and the ballots in the hands of the rallying citizens, they all symbolize a false sense of freedom.

However, only by delving into the essence of this so-called "freedom" can we see the truth.

"free?"

Rorschach gazed silently at the Statue of Liberty, muttering to himself, "It's just gilding the shackles. Freedom and equality are a joke, and soon that joke will end!"

"Rorschach."

Anna looked at the crazed man and couldn't help but ask, "Isn't this making too much of a commotion? Won't it cause unnecessary trouble? Let me tell you, if we're surrounded by the island's police, I'm not confident I can escape with you, an injured person."

"Don't worry, honey."

Luo Xia smiled and replied, "I just want to add another unique building to this city."

(End of this chapter)