The two found a restaurant in Queens, selected a quiet corner, and settled down for a meal while engaging in conversation. Accompanying Cheng Jessie to a meal seemed to have elevated Goofy to another level.
[Level Up!!]
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Physique: 1.4—>1.6
Strength: 1.1—>1.3
Agility: 1.3—>1.3
Spirit: 1.1—>1.2
[Upgrade Bonus: Driving skills have been improved.]
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The storm of news reports was far from over. The title "Light" continued to spread across New York, and Goofy found himself in the midst of it. Judging by the current progress, this incident seemed sufficient to propel him to another level.
As the meal concluded, Cheng Jessie attempted to pay the bill. However, the Asian waiter approached with a smile, shaking his head. "Miss, this meal is free of charge."
Cheng Jessie was taken aback. "Why?"
The waiter smiled, glancing at Goofy. "This is our way of expressing gratitude to this gentleman. Thank you, sir; all Asians in New York deeply admire your spirit and courage to fight!"
Before he finished speaking, the restaurant's boss brought the chef from the back kitchen to the lobby.
"Attention!"
All the Asian employees stood up.
"Applause!"
Thunderous applause echoed in the lobby. This was the Chinese restaurant staff paying tribute to Goofy. He had done what every person wished to do but was often too afraid. Goofy's actions in Brooklyn had given hope to all asians in New York, and at this moment, the glory belonged to him!
And once again, Goofy's attribute panel was on the verge of exploding.
- [Admiration from Zhang Jerry +3]
- [Admiration from Harry +3]
- [Admiration from Guo Zhuang +2]
- ...
Goofy was utterly bewildered. It didn't make sense! There were no photos of him online at noon. How did these people recognize him as Goofy?
He pulled out his phone and checked it. Goofy was infuriated and felt the urge to curse. The old guy, Frank, had exposed a photo of Goofy and him to the media. Due to this, he was recognized by his compatriots in the Chinese restaurant.
"Damn..." Goofy muttered under his breath. He nodded perfunctorily to the restaurant staff, then stood up and left.
"Goofy, can I take a photo with you?" a cook from behind asked.
"No!" Goofy decisively refused, dragging Cheng Jessie along as they fled.
After running for two blocks, Goofy stopped. He pressed the hood on his head firmly to ensure that he wouldn't be recognized by others.
"Why are you hiding like a thief?" Cheng Jessie, panting, asked. "You've finally become the light of these People, and you don't want to be in the limelight?"
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"I don't like being in the limelight; I'm a low-key person," Goofy replied.
"But have you considered that you might have the opportunity to use this wave of public opinion to become a public celebrity? At that time, you can not only fight for the right to speak for the people but also gain many benefits," Cheng Jessie suggested, showing foresight.
"Listen, Jessie, I'm just a little guy, a Brooklyn guy. I don't want to be famous or a public figure. I just want to do what I can to help out where I can, and that's it. I don't need the attention and admiration of others," Goofy said seriously. "The masses don't need to remember my name or even the things I've done because that's not what I want."
Before he finished speaking, a prompt popped up in the background.
- [Admiration from Cheng Jessie +3]
"Damn, Jessie, what's up with you?" Goofy couldn't help muttering in a low voice.
"What?" Cheng Jessie looked confused.
"Oh, nothing; I mean, nothing," Goofy quickly covered up.
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After sending Cheng Jessie home, Goofy obediently went home himself. Although Brooklyn at night was full of opportunities for danger, Goofy wasn't ready to take such risks.
At this time, his reputation was soaring, and his Admiration value increased every minute. If he did one or two more courageous things, his abilities would evolve to a level far beyond that of ordinary people. It was as difficult as reaching the sky.
So Goofy decided to lay low in the apartment for a while and then take advantage of the job opportunity to continue his risky pursuits after officially joining the NYPD. After all, NYPD work carried a high-risk factor, much more efficient than his aimless search for danger.
A day later, Hank arranged for Goofy to undergo an entry medical examination and began the entry process in an orderly manner.
Goofy became the first Asian police officer in the Bushwick community of Brooklyn, a significant event for the Brooklyn police.
Given the past discrimination against Asians in Brooklyn, the relationship between the community and the local police was tense. Even though the local police began to pay attention to the Asian community, the locals no longer trusted the NYPD, thinking their handling of any case was biased towards whites and discriminated against Asians.
For this reason, the local police were eager to recruit an Asian police officer. Hank selected Goofy not only for his courage but also for his Asian identity.
As for the "Old Taylor Incident," it wasn't just a sudden accident. The NYPD needed to use this incident to create a "Light" police officer, a hero supported by all Asians.
Hank had appeared downstairs at Goofy's house "in time" that night and "resolutely" shot and killed the discriminator, old Taylor. Of course, it could all just be a coincidence.
The truth of the facts will always be buried in the dust of history.
Goofy received a warm welcome from his colleagues on the day of his hiring, even though there were only four people in the police station, including Hank.
After obtaining his uniform and equipment from the administrative department, Hank brought Goofy to his workstation—an old, yellowed desk with a pot of long-dry, dead plants on it.
"We'll be partners from now on, Constable Goofy," Hank said, patting him on the shoulder.
"Which group do we belong to?" Goofy asked curiously. "A theft group, murder group, anti-narcotic group, etc.?"
"Oh," Hank smiled lightly. "We belong to the hard-pressed group."
"The hard-pressed group?" Goofy knew Hank was joking as soon as he heard it.
Hank nodded and said, "Yes, the hard-pressed team. The police force in this community is insufficient, so there's no such fine division. We handle traffic accident cases and are also responsible for murder and robbery cases."
"I see," Goofy suddenly realized.
Then Hank asked, "By the way, can you shoot?"
"Shooting?" Goofy raised his eyebrows. "Which one?"
"Which one can you shoot?" Hank asked without answering.
Goofy spread out his hands. "I've only been able to shoot one type of gun since I was a child. Well, it's the kind that I carry with me."
Hank had a black line on his face.
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