Chapter 20 The Lives of the Ninth District
In the dormitory.
Alexander was cleaning his police gun, tilting his head to look at Richard, and asked, "Richard, how did you end up in the Ninth District?"
"Like most people," Richard replied , looking down. "When the disaster happened, countries formed a united government and established eight major districts for refuge. But with so many people in the world, it's impossible for everyone to enter those eight districts. There are too many people, too few resources, and limited livable areas. So, to get into those districts, you have to wait for the united government to randomly select permanent residency rights for the global population. But even though they called it a random selection, most of the tickets went to the elite class, and the remaining few were sold at sky-high prices. Towards the end, a ticket cost over a million dollars. And my hometown was war-torn Afrovia, where just surviving was difficult, let alone having money to buy a ticket."
At this point, the Niroshtan members also chimed in, "We all went through the same thing."
"My dad had a glimmer of hope when he heard that the quotas for the Seventh District and the Eighth District weren't full yet and were still randomly distributing permanent residency rights. So he did everything he could to get us here, but what awaited us was overpopulation and no room for more people," Richard said, smiling at Alexander. "Do you know the origin of the Ninth District?"
"I've heard some." Alexander nodded.
"Because the Seventh District and the Eighth District were within your country's borders and were the last two districts with unfilled quotas, many people from around the world, holding on to a bit of hope to get residency rights, flocked here for that slim chance. But after the the Seventh District and the Eighth District filled up, there were still millions of homeless people left here. They couldn't survive. Under some leadership, they rioted and tried to break into other districts. The united government had no choice but to allocate some resources and permit the establishment of the Ninth District. But they didn't have the capability or enough resources to support this area, so we had to self-govern. That's the history of the NinthDistrict. It's a lifeline we, the underprivileged, fought for. It may be chaotic, but it feels like home. Now, even if you asked me to go to the other eight districts, I probably wouldn't adapt," Richard said optimistically, always showing a warm smile.
After a long silence, Alexander asked, "Do you have any family left?"
"No one. My mother and brother died in the first military conflict in the Ninth District." Richard's eyes dimmed slightly. "My dad was one of the first police officers in the Ninth District and was killed during a duty mission."
Alexander was taken aback. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I've moved on. " Richard smiled again. "What about you? Do you have any family? How did you end up in the unplanned area?"
"I might be even worse off than you..." Alexander hesitated for a long time before he was about to confide in his colleague. Just then, a phone rang.
"Hello?" Alexander answered the police phone.
"The core member of the Anderson family took Benjamin to Sunset Boulevard. I've been observing for a while. I'm quite sure they're meeting the contact," Thomas reported concisely over the phone.
"How many people are on their side?" Alexander asked.
"I deduced the contact is there based on experience." Thomas frowned. "I didn't see him personally, but there are at least 2-4 people on the lookout at the entrance of the alley."
"What about Benjamin?" Alexander continued.
"He went in alone. The people he brought are waiting outside, three in total." Thomas replied.
"Can you tell what kind of firepower they have?" Alexander asked again.
"No, but based on experience, I think these guys are seasoned criminals with strong firepower," Thomas responded without hesitation.
"Got it. Stay put, we're on our way." Alexander said.
"Okay!"
After the call, Alexander clapped his hands and shouted to his colleagues, "Gear up, we're going to work."
Richard was the first to stand up.
"Let's get to work first, we'll have a drink and chat later." Alexander patted Richard's shoulder and smiled.
"Alright," Richard said. He didn't have the typical flaws of most Afrovian. He was diligent, not lazy, and not afraid of trouble. He could take on roles as an observer and demolition expert. He was also a good shot, making him one of the few 'warriors' in the third team.
"Meet downstairs." Alexander threw out a command and turned to leave the dormitory, immediately dialing William's number. "
Hello? Alexander!"
"William, I need some personnel assistance," Alexander said bluntly.
"Did you find major criminals?" William's eyes lit up.
"Not sure yet, we'll only know when we get there." Alexander licked his lips. "The other side might have strong firepower, and the initial estimate is about ten people."
"How many do you need?"
"At least a squad."
"I can't even muster up two teams for you right now. All our people are investigating cases," William said, feeling a bit troubled.
"If you don't give me people, I can't make the arrests." Alexander frowned.
"You know the situation with the third team." William pondered for a moment and said, "I'll call the captain of the third squad and have them send people to help. Wait downstairs."
"Andrew's team?" Alexander was taken aback.
"What's wrong? Is that a problem?" William asked.
"No, no, that's fine. I know him well.He was easy to communicate with," Alexander responded, satisfied.
"Alright then!"
About five minutes later.
Andrew led twenty people, wearing SWAT gear and boots, carrying folding riot shields on their shoulders, and holding five M464 rifles, striding out.
"That was quick!" Alexander smiled as he walked over.
"I only came because I heard you were leading. If it were someone else, I'd probably avoid it," Andrew grinned, giving Alexander a favor.
"These are all the people in the dormitory. The rest are out on cases," Andrew explained.
"Thanks."
"We're here to help, so we'll follow your lead." Andrew waved his hand.
"Let's go, we'll talk in the car!" Alexander pulled Andrew and called out to his team, "Check the communication equipment, we'll plan the arrest on the way."
"Yes!" The third team responded in unison and got into their cars.
A few minutes later, four police patrol cars and a multi-functional combat van headed towards Sunset Boulevard.
In a dark and damp room in the alley.
Paul was eating braised beef, tilting his head to look at Benjamin and asked, "Can you handle this? If not, I'll give the job to someone else."
"I can handle it, just wait a bit longer." Benjamin said.
"I'll give you a week at most," Paul pondered for a moment and said, "I really can't delay any longer. If the warehouse gets busted, I'll lose everything."
"I understand." Benjamin stood up. "I'll solve the problem within a week."
"Good!" Paul took a sip of his drink and called out, "See Benjamin out!"
As Benjamin walked to the door, he paused slightly and suddenly turned back to ask, "Paul, in the Black Street District, we don't have much competition in this line of work, just a few people. But their drug prices are double ours... Why don't you let us raise the prices? We're losing so much profit."
Paul picked at his eye crust and responded with a smile, "As long as there's profit, it's fine."
Benjamin pondered for a moment, "That's right, I'm off then."
"Resolve it quickly." Paul demanded.
"Got it." Benjamin pushed open the door and left the room.
Three minutes later.
Thomas called Alexander, " There's a change. Benjamin suddenly left!"
Alexander was stunned for a moment and immediately asked, "Are the people inside still there?"
"Yes!" Thomas answered.
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