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... It was normal in this neighborhood anyway. The police must be chasing down some thug, maybe a drug dealer or gangster.
It was probably some morsel anyway, a petty thief that was unlucky enough to be reached by the police lights.
"Use your flashlight! Don't let it escape!"
An old man's voice yelled, and almost everyone in the neighborhood recognized it as the police chief of the New York Police Department.
"I'm doing my best, old man! Here, you even forgot the batt ...
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