Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 14
"Sir, shall we go to Bottom City now?"

A law enforcement officer behind him came up and said, Marcos heard flattery and humility from the other party's tone.

He felt a little ironic. Strictly speaking, these people should be of the same status as him. Just because his boss was Grayson, one of the deputy sheriffs of the Law Enforcement Bureau, he became the object of their flattery.

If it were Marcos who hadn't crossed over in his previous life, he wouldn't feel any pride and pride, but would only feel disgusted and disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

But now it was different, he actually began to enjoy the wonderful experience brought by this privilege.

There is both the disgust from the heart, and the inexplicable...joy.

"Did you not hear Ms. Grayson's order?"

Marcos stepped forward, but the direction of his advance was the Law Enforcement Bureau, which was running counter to Zaun. He said to the law enforcement officers who followed behind him: "But before carrying out the mission, we still have to make some necessary preparations, such as confrontation Potentially clashing armed forces ... or something."

Law enforcement officers have a unique set of armed police equipment, which can bring a certain degree of security and the ability to weakly strengthen the body strength of law enforcement officers who are on duty.

Generally speaking, this bloated and cumbersome equipment is not necessary for law enforcement officers to be on duty. They are only fully armed when performing special tasks.

Of course, there are some 'cowards' who would rather bear the weight of the equipment than equip it on normal patrol duty.

Back at the Law Enforcement Bureau, Marcus asked all the law enforcement officers who followed to assemble the security props.

But he himself turned around and went to a small room in a corner on the second floor, where he got a detailed information on the shops in the black alley.

The information records in detail the person in charge of each store and the forces behind it.

Just as Piltover has the power distribution of major families and councilors, they control all the resources of the entire Piltover.

Zaan also has a corresponding distribution of forces, and the supreme leader of these forces is called: Alchemy Baron.

The alchemy barons are strong or weak, and Marcos doesn't want to offend those characters who are not easy to mess with because of an action with an ulterior motive, so a detailed information is particularly important.

After getting what he wanted, Marcus set off with a group of fully armed law enforcement officers.

In the mid-level plaza deep in Zaun.

Brokers, merchants, peddlers and buskers mingle among the trading posts and workshops carved out of the cliff.

This is where Zaun's smog lingers longest, and Zaunites who live here will tell you that most of what keeps the city running is done here.

In the eyes of outsiders, the air of Zaun is thick and solemn, and the haze of Zaun will leave a burning taste of alchemy in the throat.

But for the locals, the upper air is too thin and lacks texture.

Even wearing an air-purifying mask improved with a reusable inner filter cannot completely eliminate the effects of Zaun's smog. Every time Marcus comes to this place, he feels his throat is on fire, as if he had a severe pharyngitis.

"This hellish and terrible environment, I don't know who else can endure it except these gutter rats!"

A law enforcement officer dragged out a panicked man from a shop on the side of the street, threw him in the middle of the street, and put a seal on the door of the shop while complaining.

These are already the No.20 three stores that Marcos led people to block.

"Hey! What right do you have to do this?" The man got up angrily, "I didn't break the law!"

"Whether you have broken the law or not is not up to you."

Marcos held the document and spoke words as cold as absolute zero from his 37-degree mouth. After being transformed by an air-purifying mask, his voice became hoarse and dull.

Why do you want to add sin?

Grayson had already said that he wanted to make things bigger. When Marcos was carrying out his mission, of course he was so arrogant.

"You want to frame me?!"

The man obviously understood the meaning behind the words, and he was so angry that he rushed over to attack Marcos on the spot, but was directly pinched by the back of the neck by a law enforcement officer behind him, unable to move.

"Let him go!" Not far away, a woman rushed up anxiously when she saw this, but was blocked by another law enforcement officer. It seemed that she and this man were husband and wife or brother and sister, and punched and kicked the law enforcement officer.

"Go away!"

The law enforcement officer quickly lost his patience, grabbed her neck with one hand, and threw her far away with his hands, hitting the hard and cold stone floor.

The blow was heavy and ruthless. The woman curled up and moaned in pain, unable to stand up for a while.

"you……!"

Someone nearby watched this scene, and dared not speak out.

There are also some people whose faces are gloomy, and they are about to roll up their sleeves.

"Control them!"

Marcos keenly noticed this, and ordered those law enforcement officers on the spot, and then added: "Don't kill anyone."

Don't die.

This sentence is interesting and can be understood from two perspectives.

One is to let these law enforcement officials not to hit hard.

Both... as long as you don't kill people, play freely!
In the ears of the lawmen from Piltover, who had always looked down on the Zaun people, they took this order for granted as the latter.

Someone took out the law enforcement officer's common weapon - the swing stick, and stared at those Zaun people who wanted to rush forward with malicious intent. If anyone dared to rush forward, there would be absolutely no good fruit to eat!
At this time, the chaotic scene was slightly suppressed, after all, no one wanted to suffer in vain.

"Framing? What an interesting accusation. It's a pity your accusation was dismissed, idiot!"

Marcus walked up to the man, punched him in the abdomen, and then stared at him with condescending eyes: "Be honest, where are those children?"

Arrogance is arrogance, and Marcos has not forgotten to link his current behavior with the investigation, otherwise he will not be justified by the sheriff.

As for handling cases, some scumbags won't tell the truth without a beating. Marcos' current behavior is 'reasonable and legal'.

It was the second day of the bombing, which had shaken the Twin Cities, and almost everyone in Piltover and Zaun had heard of it.

Most Zaunites gloat over their misfortune, thinking that the pimps deserve it, and that it's a pleasure.

"What does your going to town have to do with us?"

Not to mention that he didn't know where the four children who caused the bombing were, even if he knew, he wouldn't bow his head to the law enforcement officials in Piltover.

Marcus had expected this a long time ago, so he was not surprised. He poked the other person's chest and said viciously: "You gang of gutters, no one can get away with it, hand them over to me!"

These words directly opened the map and touched the man's fragile nerves.

Unwilling to admit defeat, he raised his head slightly, gave Marcos a provocative look, opened his mouth, and spit thick phlegm with blood foam on Marcos' leather boots.

This time, Marcos was really angry.

Pinch the horse!
Although the Law Enforcement Bureau has the benefits of helping to clean uniforms for free, leather boots, which are worn to and from get off work, are not included, and the law enforcement officers are responsible for cleaning up.

And the cost of cleaning and maintaining a pair of leather boots can be described as expensive. Even the previous owner only sent them for maintenance once a month, not to mention Marcus who is desperately short of money to exchange points!

Your uncle's!

Don't you know that Lao Tzu is very financially struggling now?
I came here just now with these helpers on my feet!

asshole!

Feeling the anger in Marcus's eyes that was about to overflow, the law enforcement officer who grabbed the man by the back of the neck knew that this was an opportunity for him to perform, so he threw the man out like a broken sack and smashed it into pieces. Glass windows across the street.

A few seconds later, the head of a blue-haired girl emerged from under the shattered glass window, watching all this in horror.

　These chapters pave the way for the later rewriting of Bang Bang's fate. Many people can't understand it. Please explain.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)