District is a reboot of ‘The street’ and it will begin in December 2021.
I’ve created a nice world where crime and the underworld thrives, it’s a waste if i throw is away.
I decided to do away with the zombie outbreak theme and focus purely on crime and violence.
Expect drama, thriller, murder and scenes of extreme violence & sexual encounters.
It’s a whole new story with new characters, the world of District will be as big, if not bigger than Magic.
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District has 10 episodes planned for season 1
Episode 1 is free to read, the subsequent ones are for subscribers only.
The younger generation might not know about this, but Singapore once had a railway track cutting down the centre of the island. Coming in from Malaysia, it slices through the heart of the island, taking you through Woodlands, Bukit Panjang, Bukit Timah, all the way down to the southern ridge before ending at Tanjong Pagar.
From the old train station in Tanjong Pagar, you can hop on one of these slow moving train all the way up to Thailand if taking a plane is not your cup of tea.
That is all in the past.
Now the former rail corridor is being slowly transformed into a nature walk with connection to major park connectors. On some stretches of the former railway track, you can still see the old railway tracks retained as a reminder what the land use to serve as.
The former Bukit Timah railway station will be conserved and transformed into a heritage site.
The land that the railway used to sit on belongs to Malaysia. A landmark land swap deal was done back in the early 2010s following an impasse of 20 years. It took 2 generations of leaders between the 2 countries to conclude the deal over a couple of decades due to the complexity and delicate nature of the swap.
Three plots of ex railway land in Kranji, Keppel & Woodlands, together with three more plots in Bukit Timah will be swapped for prime land in Marina South and along the Beach road district.
A joint venture company will be formed between the 2 countries to manage the new land. Everyone wants a win-win outcome.
While all attention was focused on this landmark deal of the century, no one paid attention of another plot of land located in the north of the island.
One that still belongs to Malaysia.
This plot of land sits on the north western point of the island in Lim Chu Kang.
Lim Chu Kang is a district that everyone associates with 2 things. Cemetery and Poultry farms. There’s nothing there.
The air smells like chicken shit and depending on your religion, Hantus, spirits, vampires will probably hitch a ride in your car if you drive over there.
There’s nothing there. Aside from a few sleepy farms tuck near the cemetery, there are practically no signs of life in that part of the island.
Depending on how you look at it, the planners either deliberately left this area out of the masterplan in land scarce Singapore, or they forgot all about it.
My bet is that they don’t know what to do with it.
Malaysia still own a large piece of land at the tip of the district facing the Johor straits. The narrow strip of water separating the 2 country is less than 2km apart at the narrowest section.
The piece of land is by no means small.
The largest shopping mall in Singapore is Vivocity, that plot of land is about the same size the mega mall is sitting on.
Surrounded by barb wire fence, it had nothing in it aside from an abandoned 5 storey factory that took up one side of the narrow road leading into the site.
It’s connected directly to the water where a makeshift dock that looked like it belongs to the 60s, and it’s the site where many illegal entries into the country is made.
After it became clear that the land swap deal did not cover that particular plot of land, opportunistic criminals started to arrive by boat into the country.
Why didn’t we do something ?
Well, Within that barb wire fence, it’s technically not Singapore.
Whatever happens within that fence, is not our problem.
As more people arrive from across the water, the authorities tried to engage our neighbours across the causeway. However, just when we thought it could be resolved, a change in administration across the water threw a spanner into the works.
Malaysia managed to set up a border gate for ferrying to and fro the no man’s land.
It was meant to control who goes in and out with the aim of bringing all their people back but it failed terribly.
Rampant brides and corruption meant the criminals now not only have a proper established channel to enter and leave, they could even avoid the harassment of our coastguards.
The plot of land grew in population size quickly.
The police were called in initially. It was a mistake.
They tried going in, but were surprised and caught off guard at the amount of fire power the criminals packed. You see, the men in that place have nowhere else to go, they have nothing more to lose. They have their backs to the water and everything decision they make points to certain doom, so why not fight.
Fight, and you at least stand a chance.
After a few decades of peace where the worse the police needed to deal with is a riot in Little India, they were not prepared for the ferocity of the criminals inside that place.
6 police officers died that day. No one knows for sure how many lawless criminal died in there.
The criminals had military grade weapons at their disposal.
Just when the country was expecting an all out war, calmer heads prevailed and an uneasy truce was reached.
No one knows who brokered the truce.
No one knows who made the talks but the word was passed down on both sides.
Leave them alone.
Leave them alone and they will leave us alone.
Out of nowhere, The place gained a name.
We call it, the district.
Singapore classifies it’s own districts from 1 to 28 base on locations and town, the newest and latest district is not located on maps or recognised, but the joke on the streets is that it’s numbered 29.
The authorities, however, not wanting to taint the naming of their sacred towns, decided to just term it ‘ District ‘
The establishment of a new cowboy town where anything goes is not to be taken lightly.
The military were called in to box off the site in the beginning. Aside from delivery trucks sending humanitarian supplies, no other vehicles were allowed inside.
Gunshots can be heard on a daily basis as the plot of land grew vertically. It’s absurd. No one thought it’s possible to live in there. Not with the chaos going on everyday.
Brick by brick, the site grew. Like cancerous lumps growing out from the old abandoned factory, the crime haven expanded until it took up almost every square inch of the site.
Today, it’s 8 storey tall, a structure that looked like a living organism.
There are no need for engineers or architects in the district, no need for planning approvals either. The occupants just build where they could.
The building grows like it had a life of it’s own. From bamboo scaffoldings to zinc roof one day, it would be replaced with brick walls and concrete slabs the next.
The form and shape of dwellings on the exterior membrane kept changing and evolving until it finally found the piece that fits. Then it stopped changing.
Before long, something new would cover it, forming another layer of mysterious space that covers the previous.
Wherever there’s space, the district will grow.
It grew up and right to the edge of the boundary.
Some of the brick walls were practically plastered against the fence which defined the boundary. Now, within that plot of land is an entire independent eco system of crime, shadow banking, and it comes with it’s own pecking order.
Order dictated not by law, but by who is in charge.
Boss, gang, mafia, or whatever you want to call it.
There is someone in charge inside there.
There is only 1 road wide enough for 2 vehicles to travel abreast.
There is no place for you to turn, on days where there are no vehicles going in, vendors and hawkers lined the road with their wares selling everything from drugs to pornography videos of leaked influencers.
Driving in, you are essentially boxed in tight on both sides.
A tactical nightmare even if you are driving an armoured tank.
Anyone can throw a Molotov cocktail from above or send an armour piercing round into your vehicle.
One way in, and you need to reverse out.
The district used to draw electricity and water from our grid. We cut them off in an attempt to shut the place down but it was no use.
Solar panels came up, batteries and generators were shipped across from Malaysia. They eventually found a way.
On humanitarian grounds, a commercial entity was set up by the red cross to purchase water from the country to send inside the crime haven. Even criminals need water.
With the basic needs of power and water taken care of, the rest has a way of taking care of itself.
There are contractors willing to take the risk of crossing the border illegally to make a fast buck in that place from Malaysia, and of course, there are the ones on our side willing to enter for some extra cash too.
From building materials to even light bulbs, they are brought across from Malaysia.
Anything that they cannot source from Singapore from eager day traders, they got it from Malaysia.
A lot of criminals and people with no where else to go are driven down to the district.
It’s the only place they could go. The only place where they stand a chance of survival.
Beyond the shores of Malaysia, there is nothing their police can do.
On land in Singapore, our police will not venture into that site.
Soon, the district was joined by criminal organisations and people running from the law from our side as well.
While the initial embargo had the military fencing up the whole site with plenty of men monitoring the fence, over the years, we began to reduce the number of resources dedicated to it.
The district is not without it’s advantages.
You see, the chaos stays inside the district, It stays within the fence.
All the shit that goes on in there. It stays in there.
It never gets out.
It’s like an unspoken rule abided by all.
It didn’t matter if you are a drug dealer on death row, or a serial rapist or a murderer, as long as it happens within the district, it stays in the district.
10 years in, aside from a handful of bored men guarding the entrance of the only vehicular road leading into the district, the country chooses to forget about it.
It’s a stain we cannot afford to have.
A stain we would rather keep hidden.
It didn’t matter that the fences had holes in them, it didn’t matter that some of the district’s occupants venture out of the area to visit a supermarket. As long as they can get back before they are caught with their feet on Singapore soil, they are still free to do what they want.
It’s a never ending cat and mouse game trying to catch these illegal immigrants.
Another reason why the government is willing to turn a blind eye is because upon the establishment of the district and it’s underworld pecking order, crime rate dropped by 60% in the country.
Unbelievable but true.
We are already one of the safest place in the world and now you take another 60% off our crime rate. Which politician don’t want that?
You can deal your drugs in the district.
You can rape, pillage and kill in the district.
You rob, murder, you smash someone’s head in, it stays in the district.
Those did not happen in Singapore.
Those are not part of the statistics. It happened officially in land owned by Malaysia. It’s not our problem.
How about spill over ?
Won’t the criminals venture out of the district?
Isn’t the neighbourhood dangerous with the district in such proximity ?
On the contrary, no.
You see, the district is now the last bastion of freedom for these people who have nothing more left to lose.
If they get out and are arrested by our ever-efficient police, they are done. There’s no way they would risk breaking the law outside the fence.
Those that manage to evade initial capture and fled to the safety of the district, they stay in there, never to emerge again.
What about regular Joes, law abiding citizens like you and me. Can we go into the district ?
You just need to know the right people. You need to know which entrance to take which zone to visit and where to avoid. There are unspoken rules about which zones you are allowed to go to.
Like in a shopping mall, or commercial tower. You are free to visit the foodcourt, the retail, the entertainment outlets but the places where the more serious business is conducted? Those are out of bounds and anyone who dares to venture in finds out the hard way.
The district has something all the men want.
Women, Chinese, Thais, Singaporeans, all nationalities. Some as young as 16.
They are all available.
Nothing younger than 16 mind you.
There are lines even the scums of the earth don’t cross. Those that crossed it would never live to speak of it.
You want a virgin smuggled from across the causeway ?
You want a wife kidnapped on her wedding night in Mayalsia ?
You want this sweet salesgirl you saw at City square mall ?
Bring the cash and the district will get it done.
What about in Singapore ?
Can they get you anyone you want in Singapore ? How about the hot actress you see on TV? Can you grab her from her home?
I’m afraid that’s a bit harder to accomplish. Beyond the district, the established system Singapore has set up ensures that the chaos stays in there.
Keep your shit within the fence and on land that does not belong to us, you’re ok.
However, if you manage to get whoever you want to hit in there, it’s a different story altogether.
You want to keep a 18 year old in a cage while you pee on her, just pay.
You want to have a threesome with twins ? done.
You want to hire a hitman to kill a friend of yours while the 2 of your are in there ? Done.
How about getting some men to rape your wife, or cheating girlfriend ? They can make her disappear too while they are at it.
Mistress blackmailing you ? well, you know where to bring her.
As long as the price is right, anything goes within the district.
The challenge is getting your target in there.
How about a shooting range ? Yeap.
What about exotic meat ? Dog, Monkey, crocodile, even Giraffe and horse meat are available.
What about medical ? Where do you go if you fall sick ?
Oh please, you can even have a sex change operation in there not to mention getting a few paracetamols for your headache. There’s a fully equipped private clinic for plastic surgery in there as well, and getting the aesthetics right is not exactly high on their priority list.
People in the district change their faces and looks for other reasons.
The district may be a haven for some, but hell for the others. It all depends on your place in the pecking order.
It’s organised chaos.
And the icing on top of the cake is that there is money to be made.
Lots of money to be made.
Money is the root of all evil.
The district, left to it’s own demise, will eventually turn into someone else.
Which is why it cannot be left on it’s own.
The country need eyes and ears on the inside but every spy we sent in the past 4 years all disappeared. Never to be heard of again.
Something about them didn’t click.
It’s not the colour of their hair, the tattoos, or their acting skills.
It’s got nothing to do with that.
The district is a brutal place, and only the most brutal will survive.
Meng sat quietly in the vehicle as he composed his thoughts.
The last time he saw his friend Ruixiang was 2 years ago. They graduated from the academy with together.
Ruixiang volunteered to go into the district after the last spy lost contact.
A steady stream of intel flowed smoothly for the first couple of months before it stopped altogether. The intelligence pulled back the shroud on the mysterious city, telling the authorities the layers and structures within that walled fortress. From who is at the top of the pecking order, to the daily mundane activities the residents get up to.
One moment Ruixiang seemed to have it all worked out and set up. Communications were smooth and a supply route was established by day visitors. Then another moment, he was gone. Just like that.
For 2 years since, there has been no credible intel of what the district has become.
It’s going to be up to Meng now.
Ruixiang is a tough guy but he’s also one of the nicest chap Meng knows.
The district is not a place for good and nice guys.
The district is a place for bastards and those who will do anything to survive.
Meng took another sip of the water in his hand and looked at the 3 men sitting in front of him. Aside from these 3 men, no one else will know about his identity and his role.
Tung, the chief of police handed a piece of paper to Meng.
“Memorise it and give it back to me.” He said. “It’s the number for your contact inside the district.”
“It’s what we could find, you have to be the judge of that, his wife is on death row for drug charges, I agree to let her go if he helps us. Has been on our payroll for years. Always delivered.”
Meng looked at the name and number, committing the information to memory.
Arif, Head of the coast guards patrolling the waters in between Singapore and Malaysia, briefed Meng on the establishment of a new breach point from the water’s edge.
“The docks are controlled by the triads, I need you to find a possible landing spot if we need to launch a full assault. The roads in are a no go and we cannot fly in there. Coming from the docks are our best shot.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” Meng said as looked at the digital display for docks taken off the satellite feed.
The last man sitting quietly by the side is Meng’s handler, who also happens to be Ruixiang’s brother.
Charles, reminded Meng that he will be going in naked.
Not without clothes, it meant he will be going into the district without support, money, or weapons.
“Everything you can bring will be what you can grab off the police vehicle you are in after it crashes. Do it fast.”
He is known as the mad dog of the police force but only a handful could put a face to that nickname. And most of them are in the vehicle with him.
Not everyone knows who the mad dog is because Meng is always masked, but they knew there was one in the police force.
A mad dog that hunts down his prey using whatever means necessary.
A brutal, violent man who if not serving the force, will most likely be in jail.
When Meng step out of that vehicle, he will no longer be their colleague.
He will no longer be the man that trained teams of the finest officers the home team ever knew.
The moment he put his foot out of that vehicle, he will be hunted like a criminal.
His old identity has been scrubbed clean. If anyone looks into the database, all they will see is a hardened criminal with a rap sheet a few pages long. From assault, to arson, to attempted murder and rioting, Meng has all of them.
These however, are not enough.
He needed a better entrance, or rather, a better introduction.
The residents of the district need to know there is someone new in town. Someone brutal, someone with nothing to lose.
Someone of his skillset will be welcomed in the ever expanding organisations in the district. Attrition rate among men is high in there.
The planned introduction will be a spectacular one
Meng will be crashing a police vehicle into the very walls of the district. Not only that, he will be murdering the officers in the car right in front of everyone.
Will be his introduction.
Sheer madness and chaos.
It will offer the residents of the district a glimpse of what is about to befall their crime haven.
*As story progress, more detailed maps of individual zones & connections will be released accordingly.*
Episode 3 to 10 will be coming soon
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