Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 16
The next day, Marcus woke up from the nursing home, clutching his still-painful head, and after confirming with the clinician that he was fine, he walked out of the nursing home.

After thinking about it, he didn't rush to the Law Enforcement Bureau, but turned around and came to the canteen of the medical center, where he had a delicious breakfast.

The breakfast in Piltover Medical Center is very rich, Ebike animal milk and bread made from refined wheat flour, served with pink jam transported from Ionia.

Well, people living here must not have hypoglycemia.

It's so sweet in the morning.

Marcus wiped his mouth, scolded the cook in his heart when he was full, and left the hospital.

Look at the sky, the sun is not yet high, and there is still a trace of fog in the air of Piltover in the early morning.

It's still early, and there's nothing to do in the Law Enforcement Bureau right now. Why don't you visit the Law Enforcement Officer who was brought in together last night.

That colleague's situation is much more miserable than mine. Although Wei is still an underage child, she is actually a 'monster' with natural supernatural powers!

It was not an easy thing to be hit on the head by something she threw, and it might kill someone.

In comparison, Marcos' injury was trivial, and the swollen bump on his forehead would subside naturally within a few days.

After asking which ward the other party was in, Marcos walked slowly all the way to find it.

Looking down on the way, my mood suddenly turned bad again.

The stain on the boots has been air-dried, and it will have to be sent for maintenance later, which is troublesome and expensive.

This is considered a loss on the way to duty, right?

Take a chance and ask Grayson if you can get your expenses reimbursed.

Walking into the ward, the colleague had just woken up from a coma, and a woman dressed as a nurse was checking his wounds, and a steaming breakfast was placed on the small dining table next to him.

Marcus looked weird, why didn't he get such a good treatment?

Seeing him coming in, the nurse told the law enforcement officer on the bed to remember to eat breakfast on time, then packed his things and walked out with his head down.

Marcus looked at the nurse who went out, and then at the colleague who showed a shy look on the hospital bed, and he immediately understood.

I get it, the two have known each other before.

Maybe there is a little... something to do with it.

Now, Marcos felt more balanced, at least this kind of treatment was not a routine arrangement in the hospital.

What's the matter with this sudden sour taste?

"Master Marcus, why are you here?"

The shy man wanted to sit up, but Marcus waved his hand to stop him and let him lie down peacefully.

"I'm just worried about you, so I came here to visit. I thought it would be hard work for you to suffer such a serious injury, but now it seems that I am worrying too much." Marcus approached and found that the other party's face was pale and red, and he was full of energy. Full, apparently recovering his vitality, he felt relieved and joked, "I came in suddenly just now, did I spoil your good deed?"

"Master Marcus... you, what are you talking about..."

The shy man said embarrassingly: "Olisa just grew up with me. She came to see me when she knew I was hurt. It's not what you think."

"Oh, really?"

Marcus glanced at the steaming breakfast, and a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Then I'll go and explain to that nurse Orisa, and let her stop pestering you in the future."

"do not!"

The shy man turned pale with shock: "I... actually... I..."

Seeing his embarrassing look, Marcos laughed, leaned over and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I was just joking with you, why are you so nervous?"

The shy man breathed a sigh of relief.

Marcus winked: "But after all, you have suffered a work-related injury and need a few days to recuperate. I will apply for a period of leave for you and take a good rest in the hospital."

"Ah? But Mr. Marcus, we already found the clues of those four children last night. As long as we find out who the owner behind the abandoned shop is, the bombing case can basically be solved."

The shy man hurriedly said: "Now is the time to employ people, how can I delay work because of this little injury?"

"This matter is not as simple as you think."

Marcus stood up straight, brought the milk to the other party's hand, and then helped him sit up so that he could eat.

"I know you don't want to let go of the opportunity to do meritorious service, so why don't I?"

The little thought was broken by a word, and the shy man's hand holding the milk froze.

Just listen to Marcus continue to say: "Don't worry, this matter will be over soon. I will apply to Ms. Grayson at that time, and you can follow me in the future."

If the bombing case can be successfully solved, Ms. Grayson, who is in charge of this matter, will undoubtedly have a smoother promotion path. Marcos will follow behind to get rich, and maybe he can get a captain position.

If I can have a captain as a backer, although my own position has not been promoted, in the eyes of my law enforcement colleagues, my invisible status will be improved by a small amount.

This is no worse than his own meritorious performance.

You must know that there were more than ten people who participated in the operation last night, no matter how big the credit is divided among everyone, it is nothing, at most, a little bonus will be given away.

Now Marcus's personal promise, the invisible value is much higher than the value of that bonus.

How to choose, as long as the brain is not a problem, the heart is clear.

Regardless of what he thought, Marcus picked up the medical record on the table next to him, which recorded the shy man's personal information.

"Your name is Hank, right? Follow me and work hard in the future, and I won't treat you badly."

"You'll be staying in the hospital for the past few days, get along well with your Qing Mei."

"When you are a law enforcement officer, you will be injured one day. There are acquaintances in the hospital. It is much more convenient to do things than others, isn't it?"

Hank was silent for a while, then nodded: "I see, Lord Marcus."

Marcus put his hand on his shoulder and patted him hard: "Take a good rest, I will come to see you again when I have a chance."

After speaking, he brought over the plate with bread waiting for breakfast, put it on Hank's lap, and then turned and walked out of the ward.

Visiting the wounded is a trivial matter, and buying people's hearts is the purpose of his special trip.

If you want to live well in this world, you must have a few obedient confidants under your command.

I can't do everything myself in the future, how much delay will I make in making money?

After coming out of the infirmary again, the number of pedestrians on the street outside the door began to increase, and the city of Piltover officially entered a new busy day.

Marcus put on his hat and walked towards the Law Enforcement Bureau.

Passing by several carriages parked on the side of the road to attract passengers, Marcus sighed deeply, and turned to one of them.

"Mr. Marcus, please get in the car."

The coachman raised his head, revealing the face hidden under the flat-brimmed hat. It was the one who drove Marcus yesterday.

Marcus said with a blank expression: "Your boss is really powerful and knows my whereabouts like the palm of his hand."

It was expected by Marcos that Shirko sent someone over, because some of the shops that were seized last night were secretly funded by Shirko.

At this time, the 'twilight potion' has not been put into use on a large scale, so most of those shops are operating in the form of underground casinos, secretly providing some flesh and blood business.

The seizure of these shops was done deliberately by Marcos, and he had even thought about his excuses.

(End of this chapter)