Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 1 I am...Marcus
"here it is……"

Piltover City?

How am I here?

Looking at the slightly handsome and resolute face, tall figure and neat uniform in the gilt-rimmed floor-to-ceiling mirror, Marcus frowned painfully, carefully recalling the details.

"My name is... Marcos, I'm... a... anchor?"

"No... I used to be an anchor..."

"But I am now, I am now..."

I have crossed now? !
And crossed over to become a law enforcement officer in the Battle of the Two Cities—Marcus?

Although he happened to have the same name as himself, but I have to say... this is not a good person!
Marcus had a splitting headache, and the sequelae caused by the time travel hadn't been eliminated. The memories from both sides were randomly mixed together, which made him have a splitting headache.

I don't know what time it is, did the explosion in the Piltover Academy area happen?
Marcus rubbed his forehead, hoping that the matter has not developed to the point of being unmanageable, otherwise it will be troublesome...

"Hey! Marcus, how long do you want me to wait?"

The door behind her was pushed open roughly. It was a middle-aged woman with short hair who was stronger than most men. It could be seen that she did not take good care of herself, her skin was slightly rough, and she had experienced wind and rain due to long-term exposure to the sun. The relationship, the complexion is a bit dull.

"Hold... sorry, Grayson, I'm just... I'm just a little distracted." Marcus turned around in a panic, looking at the middle-aged woman with a stern expression at the door. She was his boss and a qualified life mentor.

This 'Marcos' followed her and benefited a lot.

"I know, I know... this uniform will really fascinate some young men who have just become law enforcement officers." The expression on Grayson's face softened a bit, and he waved the air-purifying mask in his hand: "But Marcus , you are already an experienced law enforcement officer in Piltover, let's put aside the narcissism of those boys."

"I...I didn't!" Marcos's face was slightly hot, at least before he came, that Marcos was indeed narcissistic in front of the mirror.

"Okay, put on your hat and mask, and follow me to the bottom city." Grayson is not interested in discussing the mentality of young boys with Marcus. For her, as long as it doesn't affect her work, don't threaten the people of Piltover safety, you can do whatever you want.

Seeing that Grayson had put on the air-purifying mask and turned away from the door, Marcos reached out and grabbed the mask of the same style and the hat with the badge on it, walked out of the dressing room, closed the door, and followed.

He recalled today's work itinerary, and asked Grayson while wearing a mask: "Isn't our job today patrolling? Why are you going to the bottom city suddenly? You know, masks can't completely block the unpleasant smell in the air there." , I don't like it there!"

The former lord Marcus, like other 'nobles' of Piltover, disliked Zaun in the bottom city, and it is normal for him to have such thoughts.

"Do you think I want to go?"

Grayson walked out of the law enforcement hall without looking back, and greeted several familiar law enforcement officers, "There was an explosion in an apartment in the college district, and the entire floor was blown into ashes.

This incident caused panic among the people in the upper city. In just half a day, the council received a large number of complaints. The councilors put all the pressure on us! "

"Bombings?"

When Marcos heard this key word, his heart moved. Could it be the scene caused by the explosion?

"Yes, apart from a minor injury to a child from a noble family, there were also a large number of items stolen." Grayson said: "Someone found four escaped children from the bottom city at the scene."

"Four children?"

That's right!

The current time point should be the day of the explosion caused by the explosion. He remembered that Grayson did take Marcus to the bottom city tonight, trying to persuade the leader there, Vander Warwick, to hand over the 'prisoner'.

Marcus curled his lips dismissively, "They are really good, a group of adults can't even catch four children? And they are children living in places like Dicheng."

"That kind of place?" Grayson repeated these four words, and couldn't help laughing out loud, because she was wearing an air-purifying mask, so her laughter sounded dull and hoarse.

"Marcos, I have told you more than once, don't underestimate those people in the bottom city."

Grayson didn't know what to think of, so he paused before continuing: "You don't know how wild the children who grow up in that environment are, and it's very difficult for ordinary people to catch them."

"No matter how you say it, it's just a few children." Marcus said in a dismissive tone.

Grayson paused: "Marcus, in my eyes you are just a child, but you are already a law enforcement officer maintaining the law and order in Piltover!"

The tone of the elders reprimanding the younger made Marcus annoyed. He wanted to refute but didn't know where to start, so he murmured: "I'm already 26 years old, ma'am."

"I'm old enough to be your mother." Grayson emphasized, "Child!"

"..."

Marcus knew that continuing this topic would only get him worse, so he had to change the subject: "Are we going to Zaun now to find Fandre?"

"Yes, that black hound has been in charge of Black Alley for many years, and his words are more effective than anyone in Bottom City!" Grayson nodded.

Vander Warwick, Zaun's inner leader, once led the Black Lane mob across the bridge that connects the two cities.

He was a ruthless character who almost made the Piltover Council bow down!
Unfortunately, after the bombing, his fate was not good.

Including Grayson in front of him, he will retire sadly in the next two days.

Some people paid the price with their lives, and some people didn't die, but their life was worse than death.

If possible, maybe I should save Grayson?

With her in the Piltover Law Enforcement Bureau, although the rift between Mrs. Piltover and the Zaunites cannot be resolved, at least it will not develop into a worse situation.

Marcus frowned and pondered, sorting through the messy memories in his mind little by little, trying to find some useful information that he didn't know.

"Ms. Grayson, the old Sheriff of the Law Enforcement Bureau should retire soon, right?"

Hard work pays off, Marcos did find some elements from memory, but he doesn't know if he can use it.

"Yeah, that old guy in Nigtim is no match for a yordle. At the age of 60, it should be time to retire and go home to take care of his old age."

"Then ma'am, the vacant position of sheriff..." Marcos asked tentatively. The old sheriff retired, so this position is vacant, and several deputy sheriffs of the Law Enforcement Bureau can fight for it.

Ms. Grayson is one of several deputies.

"Me?" Grayson smiled wryly, "I can't run for that position."

"Why?" Marcos was puzzled: "As long as this bombing case can be successfully concluded, your achievements are enough for you to sit firmly as the sheriff, right?"

"You also said that this bombing case should be closed smoothly, but how easy is that?"

Grayson's face became even more bitter: "What's more, in the eyes of the council, I'm too close to Bottom City, and the councilors won't agree to let me be promoted to be a sheriff."

When he first watched the anime, Marcos felt that Grayson was a fairer person compared to most other Piltovers.

He is a law enforcement officer who really cares about the safety of the people.

While her precinct remains law and order, there is a reason to compromise with Zaun leader Vandel.

But she definitely didn't mean to go to Zaun.

On the contrary, in Marcos' impression, Grayson actually cared more about the safety of Piltover.

It's a pity...the council doesn't think so.

Marcus frowned vigorously. Is there really no way to resolve this matter peacefully?

If the situation is allowed to develop freely, it will eventually lead to a face-to-face war between Piltover and Zuan, and Marcus, as a law enforcement officer in Piltover, must take the lead at that time.

As the old saying goes: A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

Marcus didn't want to work for the congressmen. Once on the battlefield, life and death were not up to him.

unless……

Unless he can awaken a system like those senior traversers...

[The Almighty system is loading, please wait...]

What.

Marcus: "???"

for real?
　It is inevitable to "copy" some books in the same humanities. I will try my best to rationalize things from another angle while "copying books", instead of really following the plot of the original drama.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)