Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 25 Vander Has Changed His Mind

"Of course you can't find any information, because this is from the future... No, to be precise, I used dreams to predict the future and drew this blueprint note." Marcus said: "If there is Who can make the things on the blueprints successfully appear in the world, except for the two, there is no one else."

This remark is a bit flattering. Piltover has many people who know how to invent, and there are more scientists.

However, those people were recruited by the major families and served those families like slaves. Even if Marcos wanted to recruit one or two capable people, he couldn't do it.

That's why he had to wait for Jess to be deprived of everything before trying to contact him, otherwise the final results of the research would only benefit the Gilaman family who funded him instead of falling into the hands of Marcus.

In addition to these people, there is also the most authoritative existence, who can be called the ceiling of the scientific research community in Piltover.

That is the professor of the college - Heimerdinger.

But this old yordle has always held an attitude of resistance to magic, and wants him to help research and improve Hex technology?

Think about how to make the sun rise in the west.

"That must be us!"

Knowing that Hextech does have a future, Jess regained his confidence and was full of glory: "With these blueprints for comparison, we will be able to come up with results soon!"

"It doesn't have to be fast, we can get it done tonight."

Victor said calmly: "While waiting for you to come over, I have compared your research and development notes and drawings, and found a key breakthrough. Next, we only need to..."

Before he finished speaking, Jess closed his notebook and continued decisively: "We just need to find a way to stabilize the energy inside the Hex gem!"

"That's right!" Victor looked at him and smiled knowingly.

Jess is worthy of being the founder of Hex Technology, he just glanced at the blueprint of the future and found the key point.

of course……

In fact, the problem that has been bothering him for a long time is that he cannot stabilize the energy of the Hex gem.

And Victor's ability to make a similar judgment also allowed Jess to see the teaching assistants next to the dean, who have a wide range of knowledge in scientific research.

With his help, I will definitely be able to solve the problem of unstable energy of the Hex Gem!

"Professional things are left to professional people. You two can handle the research and development, and I have to go to my own business."

Marcus looked at the sky, and it was time for him to leave here and go to Fulgan's Tavern, otherwise it might be too late.

"Go at ease, you will be surprised when you come back!" Jess regained his previous self-confidence, his eyes were bright, and his body seemed to exude some kind of brilliance.

"Idiot, can this kind of flag be erected casually?" Marcus scolded with a smile, turned and left the abandoned studio.

"I remember putting it in this place..."

Listening to the movement behind him, Jess seemed to be looking for the oil lamp buried under the ruins, and his words were full of confidence.

"Show me your potential!"

Marcos is aware of the unstable factors of Hex gem energy, and knows how to solve it.

But he deliberately didn't remind Jess and the others, just to see if the two could work together to find a solution like the original book, and find the experimental equipment seized by Heimerdinger to break through the bottleneck.

If because of his appearance, the future route of the two of them is disrupted, resulting in the failure of the experiment tonight, Marcus will have to follow the plot as a bastard and waste his life in the future.

Marcus' figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

The next step is to try to stop the blackening of a certain little girl. I don't know if she has lost this experience, can she still become the source of chaos that plunged the whole city?

Marcos is looking forward to it.

Going down to the bottom of the building, Marcus trotted all the way back to the Law Enforcement Bureau, changed into an armed body before the warehouse staff took a nap, and then went back to the bridge connecting the two cities.

When we got here, the three law enforcement officers stood meticulously under the street lights.

They carried out Marcos' orders very well, and there was no scene of scattered fishing as imagined.

"Set off."

Marcus didn't say much, and led the three of them across the bridge. On the other side of the bridge, he saw a lot of candle oil lamp garlands and photos.

These are the things that the people of Za'an used to pay homage to those who sacrificed their lives by rushing to the bridge.

In these photos, Marcus found that although the people of Zaun live in poverty, the smiles left by most of them are from the heart.

Very sunny and warm.

Nobody could connect them with the Zaun 'thugs'.

Perhaps, this is one of the reasons why the people of Piltover did not object to their establishment of these things here.

Sadly, however, those who died in Piltover during that chaos were all buried in the cemetery, and their bodies were properly disposed of.

Zaun can only cremate the dead, and then scatter the ashes into the Piltover Canal, and even the memorial service can only be chosen at the bridgehead.

"This world... shouldn't be like this."

Marcus sighed secretly, looked away, and concentrated on his journey.

The next development was as Marcos expected. He led the three law enforcement officers to Fulgan's Tavern, and there was a commotion inside, which aroused the dissatisfaction of most of the bottom city people present.

Before leaving, those Dicheng people looked at them, wishing they could eat them alive.

Afterwards, he patrolled casually outside, and Marcos took people back to the Law Enforcement Bureau, but was blocked by Grayson who had just arrived after getting the news.

"Marcus, come with me!"

Grayson greeted with a sullen face, turned and walked to her own office.

"Of order, ma'am." Marcus responded indifferently, and explained to the three law enforcement officers: "You find a place to rest, and soon we will make another trip to the warehouse to wake up that old guy Roma , Prepare more ammunition."

"Have more ammo?"

A law enforcement officer had doubts about what Marcos said: "Marcos, are we going to war with the bottom city?"

"Not necessarily." Marcus glanced at the man, "Just be prepared."

Immediately afterwards, he turned around and muttered in a voice that the three of them could just hear: "I hope you haven't forgotten all the fighting lessons you learned in the Law Enforcement Academy."

Hearing this, the three of them looked at each other, looking at the goggles and masks on each other's faces, unable to tell what each person's expression was.

But the three of them knew in their hearts that they should be in the same mood at this time.

That is……

Big trouble!

"Ma'am, what do you want from me?" Marcus opened the door and walked into the office.

Grayson waited behind the door, grabbing him by the collar, and flung Marcus inside, slamming his back against the desk before stopping.

"You're so neatly dressed, what did you do?" Grayson's tough face was covered with frost, and it was the first time she spoke to Marcus in such a cold tone.

"I went to the Forgan's Tavern."

"Are you crazy? How dare you go to Forgan's Tavern?!" Grayson said angrily with such an expression on his face, "Do you know how dangerous those bastards are? What if something happens?"

"Didn't you ask me to do what I think is right?" Marcos plausibly said: "Besides, I'm going to close the case!"

"You...!" Grayson was angry, pointing at Marcus and saying, "But I didn't let you go there to cause trouble!"

It is true that she has an agreement with Van der, but it is also because of this that she is well aware of the nature of the people in the bottom city.

I usually go to Forgan's Tavern and never talk to those people much, just to avoid conflicts.

But Marcos is different, she understands him, and with his temperament, taking someone to Fulgan's Tavern will definitely cause trouble.

The tempers of the people of Zaun are violent explosive kegs. Provoking them without a bottom line will only ignite them. Once disputes arise, there will be no end to it.

呲~
Next to it, the pipeline of the sound pipe on the wall made a slight sound, and a scroll-shaped thing rolled down.

Grayson turned his head and instantly recognized that it was the one he had left for Vander the night before.

At that time, he used the sound transmission tube to contact himself just to make him change his mind. Now that he has used it, it means that there is still a turning point.

Grayson looked at the sound transmission tube and pondered for a moment: "Maybe it's still too late."

(End of this chapter)