Super Detective In The Fictional World Chapter 967
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Chapter 967: Real Capability and Going on TV
The community reconstruction couldn’t be delayed any longer. After all, it had started snowing in New York last night.
If they didn’t take care of the holes, these families would only be in slightly better shape than homeless people.
Foggy had talked to Luke over the phone and they had determined that repairs were the priority.
The interior refurbishments could be delayed for a few days.
The residents wouldn’t complain about renovations which they didn’t have to pay for themselves.
While the residents who had received help were grateful, they also couldn’t help but feel that the donations were a “sinkhole” for this great philanthropist.
However, when Foggy had screened the applicants, he had also talked about the donor.
All the applicants knew that the donor didn’t have any demands, and didn’t even leave his name. He was just giving fixed donations to the charity fund, and everyone could only admire him.
Unlike those who made a big deal out of donating money and wanted the whole world to know about it, the donor this time wasn’t even looking for recognition, and didn’t care about their gratitude.
Of course, they were wrong on this point.
Luke went upstairs with a smile. He was quite happy when he saw these people.
He wasn’t a saint, but seeing people in dire straits have some hope for the future was always better than seeing a bunch of bitter faces.
He hadn’t been in the Clinton area for long, so it wasn’t a bad idea for the time being to make the environment around his house a little better.
Unlike those who were wholeheartedly devoted to charity, he did it for his own benefit.
Hoping for an honest and stable society in the Clinton area was futile, and nobody would be in a good mood about the various criminals who freely roamed the place.
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Foggy and Matt’s firm already had some reputation in this circle.
They had helped out many times in the past, and many unlucky hoodlums and bikers had benefited from them.
Even if the gratitude was passing, they would still look for these two lawyers the next time something happened, so many people consciously stayed away from them.
There was no specific range, but very few thieves and small fry would break out into a scuffle within a radius of two to three hundred meters of the law firm.
Nothing could be done about the sale of weed here since that was their livelihood.
Coupled with the community reconstruction program which Luke had come up with, there were basically no more hooligans here.
Of course, Luke and Matt had done even more.
Some of the more ruthless gangs, such as the Irish, the Russians, and the factions under Kingpin, had been put down by the two one after another.
The gangs in Clinton had been behaving themselves recently, and the crime rate on the streets had dropped significantly.
Some of the criminals were seriously injured, some were crippled, some were dead, and some were in hiding.
That being said, when Luke went upstairs and saw a cameraman and a beautiful TV reporter with a microphone, Luke still mumbled to himself, “There haven’t been any bad cases in this area recently. Why is the media here?”
He had seen the news van downstairs earlier, so he had specially come up to take a look, hoping that it wasn’t a bad thing.
He wasn’t overthinking it.
A few people died every month in the Clinton area, which wasn’t even worth making the news.
If no one died in a month, then… hm? That would make the news.
The victims here were mostly ordinary people, not gang members.
Most private battles were cleaned up by the gangs and wouldn’t blow up in public, which was the same as saying they never happened at all.
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Recalling that he hadn’t heard of any violent deaths in this area recently, Luke made a rough guess.
But when he heard what the female reporter said, he knew that he had guessed wrong.
“…Hell’s Kitchen has been undergoing a new change recently. After the severe serial explosions last time, a large charity donation has been channeled into the area, and the living environments of victims who are most in need are being restored…” The beautiful reporter’s words echoed in the corridor as many people watched.
She wasn’t speaking very fast, but her speech was clear and her pronunciation was precise. Her expression was also on point and she looked very capable
She would be more believable if this wasn’t Hell’s Kitchen.
Luke scratched his head.
The young blonde reporter happened to be near the entrance of the law firm. If he wanted to get there, he would have to pass by the camera.
Although a lot of people in America loved to go on TV and would even go over to mess around when they saw a camera, Luke wasn’t in the habit of doing that.
If possible, he hoped to never appear on TV in this lifetime.
The female reporter wasn’t like many reporters who became chatterboxes as soon as they were holding the microphone, saying a bunch of irrelevant things to the camera.
In less than two minutes, she gave clear opening remarks.
Luke figured out her reason for being here.
She had been drawn here by the latest happenings in the Clinton area and New York’s notorious Hell’s Kitchen.
Or rather, she had been drawn by the massive community reconstruction program and volunteer training.
It wouldn’t be strange if something like this happened elsewhere in New York.
Harlem or Brooklyn could also be just as bad.
But someone had actually donated a large sum of money for such a “high-class” community project in Clinton, which was known as Hell’s Kitchen. Most New Yorkers would only have one thought – this person had to have a screw loose!
It wasn’t that they weren’t sympathetic, but there weren’t many good people in Hell’s Kitchen.
A good person who had the ability to fork out a lot of money would definitely be on the local news in New York.
Now, it was really going to be on the news.
Thinking back, Luke remembered the eye-catching logo on the news van downstairs.
It wasn’t from a TV station, but a “Trish” logo.
He wasn’t too familiar with the name.
He had indeed been busy recently. Although he hadn’t given up his habit of watching local news, there were truly too many local news channels in New York.
The number of TV stations in America’s biggest city and the world’s financial center wasn’t something that some small country TV channels could compare with.
Most of the reporters he saw on the news were in their forties and weren’t the gossipy type, but delivered professional reports, which suited him.
He had never seen this beautiful reporter on the news before.
After she finished her spiel, she went to the law firm for a typical “assault” interview.
Of course, even Foggy should have learned of her movements in a shabby place like Nelson and Murdock, let alone Matt.
Luke entered the office with a smile.
Not only weren’t there many people in the law firm now, the number was continuing to shrink.
After the camera entered the office, many people pulled their hats down to cover their faces and left in a hurry.
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