At this moment, in Stacy's home, under George's complicated gaze, Bai Ye was struggling to resist the girl's attack.
"Bai Ye, what do you like to eat?"
"You also think that the steamed sea bass cooked by my mother is delicious. I like it very much, too."
"It seems that we have the same hobby in food. In fact, I can cook some food too. I will cook for you next time I have the chance."
"By the way, what do you like to play?"
…
Looking at the girl in front of him who was looking at him sideways with eyes that seemed to be able to draw lines, Bai Ye turned his head away in a somewhat uncomfortable manner.
In this world where looks matter, you never know how proactive a girl will be when facing a boy whose charm stands at the top of the human figure.
In fact, the girl’s pick-up techniques were not very clever, and even her persistence was a bit cheap, but her main point was her sincerity, so sincere that Bai Ye could hardly resist.
What made Bai Ye even more confused was why, even though Gwen had made it so obvious, neither of the two parents at the dinner table stood up to speak.
If you don't say something quickly, your daughter might start to take off his clothes.
At this moment, in Bai Ye's eyes, Gwen was more troublesome than facing ten thousand robbers!
After simply eating two bites and filling his stomach, Bai Ye turned his gaze to George, who had remained silent the entire time.
"The director invited me here today, it can't just be for dinner, right? Now that we're done eating, let's talk about business."
"Let's talk on the balcony." George had almost finished eating, so he stood up and walked towards the balcony, and Bai Ye followed him.
Hearing that they were going to discuss serious matters, everyone else tactfully stopped talking and watched the two leave in silence.
On the balcony, George leaned on the handrail with both hands, looked at the houses in the distance and said slowly: "Do you know that the public opinion about the police station has begun to seriously deteriorate today?"
"Does this have anything to do with me?" Bai Ye asked back, "If your police station had stronger force and solved the robbers earlier, I wouldn't have to take action."
"You are right, but the police in New York are not extraordinary humans like you. They are just a group of ordinary people with good qualities. This is why I came to you today."
George looked at Bai Ye and said, "We asked you to come here today because we want to invite you to join our New York Police Department."
"That's all?" Bai Ye looked at George and said, "That's it? What's next?"
"What behind?" George was stunned.
"Don't you have any conditions for letting me join the police station?" Bai Ye frowned.
"Conditions? What conditions? Considering that your status as a high school student is not enough to become a formal police officer, we can only make the next best thing and let you become a consultant for our police department."
"The conditions I'm talking about are the benefits, rights, and the help you can bring to me after joining. What are you thinking about? Who would join without conditions?" Bai Ye rolled his eyes.
"Well, the police station's funding is tight, but..." George was interrupted by Bai Ye halfway through his words.
"Okay, don't think about it, I refuse." Bai Ye said without hesitation. This poor guy is still trying to recruit amnesty. Does he really think he is Song Jiang?
In his opinion, it is natural that the New York police are useless. How can a group of ordinary people fight against those super criminals?
Spider-Man has just mutated and Iron Man is still a playboy, so in the eyes of the public, the New York police seem a little useless. After all, expectations and abilities are completely mismatched.
But when superheroes and super criminals appear in large numbers in the future, and people are used to seeing all kinds of fights between superheroes, they will understand that in the melee between superheroes, the police are just bystanders.
After all, you can't expect to spend one dollar as if it were ten dollars. It would be much better if you accept the fact that New York police are ordinary people and lower your expectations.
George was a little annoyed by Bai Ye's attitude: "Leave it to those superheroes? You mean the group of people who haven't shown their faces yet? Who knows what their identities are in real life? If there were no legal supervision, the public security in New York would have been in chaos a long time ago."
"Oh, right, right!" Bai Ye was too lazy to argue with him and nodded repeatedly: "Since the meal is over and your request has been rejected by me, there is nothing else to do here. I will go back first. See you again if there is a chance."
"Wait a minute." George called out to Bai Ye.
"Is there anything else?" Bai Ye turned around and asked.
"About Gwen..."
"I know, I will keep my distance from her." Bai Ye made an OK gesture.
"No, you can come over for dinner or something if you have the chance." George said a little frustrated. He was really not satisfied with Bai Ye's character. He killed too many people and was too cruel. But his daughter liked it...
"Well... there will be a chance." Bai Ye nodded speechlessly, walked out to the balcony, and insisted on leaving despite the reluctant pleas from Stacy's family. He had other things to do tonight.
Coming to the street, the cold night wind blew on Bai Ye, making his heart even colder. Thinking of the phone call from Uncle Li, murderous intent gradually filled Bai Ye's heart.
But we can't do it now. After all, friends who often kill people know that it is easy to kill but difficult to get away with it.
If Uncle Li had just called him and died at home that night, and he had just shown the ability to commit the crime, then the police would have been able to directly identify the suspect by checking the call records.
So for Bai Ye, the real problem is not to kill Uncle Li, but to kill Uncle Li without being caught by the New York police.
Bai Ye already has some idea about this method.
Wandering on the street, Bai Ye kept thinking about the various information he had before leaving the underworld.
With the spirit reaching 1.6, past memories surged like a tide and emerged in Bai Ye's mind.
These memories all include the names, appearances, home addresses and other basic information of various gang leaders in New York City.
Soon, in the memory of his brain, Bai Ye quickly locked onto the first target, the leader of the Counterattack Gang, Brown Rodrick!
With his goal in mind, Bai Ye walked on the main road that could be monitored and returned to the club. He then walked out from the back door where there was no surveillance and quietly sneaked into a nearby convenience store.
Avoiding surveillance, he took out a set of clothes and a pair of shoes from the convenience store. Bai Ye left after leaving the equivalent amount in US dollars.
Half an hour later, Bai Ye took out the goods he wanted, hesitated for a while, and went towards his home. Before taking action, he had left something important at home, and it would be difficult to achieve his goal without it.
(End of this chapter)