Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 36 Grayson is Retiring

Dr. Ryan ordered them to be driven away. On someone else's territory, Marcus thought it would be better to give the other party a little face, so he obediently left the hospital.

As soon as he came out of the infirmary, he saw a dreamy blue light flickering in a window in the direction of the parliament hall.

"It's so stable, it looks like the experiment has been successful."

Marcus pondered for a few seconds, and finally decided to go home and rest, and find time to talk to Jess and the others tomorrow.

It just so happened that he wanted to borrow something from Jess.

There was no carriage in the middle of the night, so Marcos could only walk back slowly. There was a paper bag on the ground in front of the house, with a pair of law enforcement leather boots on top, and a paper bag wrapped in oiled paper under the boots.

"Good guy, if you put things outside like this, you're really not afraid of being stolen by others, right?"

Marcus looked around, picked up the heavy bag and entered the house.

Then again, even if a thief wanted to steal it, he might be discouraged when he saw the top pair of standard leather boots.

These days, who knows if the stolen lawman is a paranoid?

If things are found stolen, the pickpockets in the whole city will have a hard time.

Turning out the paper bag, the golden light almost blinded Marcos' eyes after opening it.

"Good guy, there must be four hundred gold coins here?!"

It is not safe to keep so many gold coins at home. Marcos directly recharged into the system, and the points reached 499 points.

"Four ninety-nine...dead uncle? Unlucky, make five hundred..."

[Whether to recharge: 33 Picheng coins = [-] points (rounded up according to the market price)]

"..." Marcus was silent for a moment, "No!"

This broken system is really mentally handicapped, how much money is in the card will be recharged by default, which is not humane at all.

"Forget it, 1 is [-]. It's better than recharging [-] yuan and losing a hundred dollars."

Putting down the deposit card that Ilodan sent, Marcus shook his head and walked into the bathroom, changing clothes and washing.

After dealing with personal hygiene, lie down on the bed, and fall into a deep sleep almost as soon as you touch the pillow.

At dawn the next day, Marcos opened his eyes, the sun was shining outside the window, and it was almost noon.

Wake up, put on clean clothes, go out with your dirty uniform, and go straight to the law enforcement bureau.

The coachman is not here today, so Marcos can only walk.

When you arrive at the Law Enforcement Bureau, first go through the formalities for Wei, Baobo and others, and then take the materials and go to the medical center to find Grayson.

If Grayson wakes up, let her sign the material and report it to the council.

If you don't wake up, just wait a few more days.

La Mo is not a sick donkey, not to mention that Grayson is so seriously injured, the congressmen should not be aggressive and ask her to get up and continue investigating the case.

When I arrived at the hospital and asked about the ward, Marcos looked for it with the materials.

When I found the door of the ward and looked inside, I was surprised to find that there were other people besides Grayson.

One man and one woman, one old and one young, one fat and one thin, one tall and one short, a total of two people.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

Marcus knocked on the door before walking in: "Sir, are you feeling better?"

Grayson had woken up, was lying on the hospital bed talking to the people around him, and when he heard Marcus' voice, there was still a smile on his morbid face: "Marcos, it was really thanks to you last night, otherwise I might die on the spot."

"You are a lucky person, even without me, you can save yourself from danger." Marcos was humbled.

Grayson smiled and said to the old man next to the bed who was as fat as two pigs: "This is the Marcus I told you just now. I want to recommend him to take over the position of my deputy sheriff."

"Well……"

Nigtim has been looking at Marcos since he entered the ward, his naked eyes are so narrowed that he can hardly see the seams, and he nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, he is a good-looking talent. If he takes your place, no one else will have any objections."

As he said that, he turned his head and said to the young girl standing next to him, "Since Grayson wants to retire early, Catherine, you can follow Marcos in the future and be his assistant."

"Okay, Uncle Tim." Catherine stared at Marcos with wide eyes. Catherine was curious about what was so special about Marcos being elected as a deputy sheriff at this age.

"Wait..." Marcus almost thought he heard it wrong: "Ms. Grayson, are you going to resign?"

Seeing that the bombing case was about to be solved and the promotion to sheriff was just around the corner, Grayson actually resigned at this juncture?

Did something go wrong? !

"Yeah..." Grayson sighed: "After what happened last night, I realized that I am already old, and I am no longer able to deal with emergencies as smoothly as when I was young.

Now is the age of young people, and it happens that I have suffered such a serious injury again, and the recovery period is too long, so I can't delay my official duties.

So I will take this opportunity and leave the future to you young people. "

"Don't say that, Grayson." Nigtim said with an unnatural expression: "Compared to me, you are still young and have a lot of time to enjoy life.

And... where do you want me to put my old face that has been occupying the position of sheriff and has been unwilling to retire? "

"That's different, Nigtim." Grayson said: "The position of sheriff needs someone who has a lot of connections and knows how to socialize to be able to sit firmly. Now no one in the entire law enforcement bureau is qualified to take on this important role except you."

"Hmph." Nigtim said with his glasses slanted, "Grayson, don't give me a high hat, if you say you have a wide network, you are no worse than me.

Even the eldest lady of Gilaman's family wants to work with you by name. "

"I know you're expecting me to take your place."

Grayson said with a wry smile: "But you know, the councilors won't let a person who has too much involvement with the bottom city become the sheriff. I was able to become the deputy sheriff at the beginning, thanks to your efforts to fight against the crowd, plus Only by reconciling the face of Senator Shangjilamen can he sit firmly."

"But Marcus is different, he is upright, he has a clear distinction between good and evil, and he takes the safety of Piltover as his own responsibility.

The most important thing is that he doesn't have much to do with the people of the bottom city. I believe that given him a little time, it won't be a problem to succeed to the position of Sheriff of the Law Enforcement Bureau. "

"Oh?" Nigtim looked at Marcos even more surprised after hearing these words: "You think so highly of him?"

"Of course." Grayson nodded vigorously: "I cultivated him by myself. I know exactly what kind of person he is."

"Okay." Nigtim shrugged: "Since you have said so, then I can only stay in the position of sheriff for a while, and I hope this kid can make some achievements during this period, otherwise the council will It can’t be said there.”

"Okay, you can rest at ease, I won't bother you. As for the job handover, don't worry, we'll talk about it after you leave the hospital."

Nigtim jumped off the chair, his fat body was swaying around like a non-Newtonian fluid, he greeted Grayson and walked out.

Catherine did not leave with him, but walked up to Marcos and gave a military salute in a regular manner: "Sir Marcus, my name is Catherine Gilaman, please take care of me in the future!"

(End of this chapter)