Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 7 How do you know my name?
In the afternoon, Marcos was awakened by the sound of a wind-up alarm clock.

After tidying up a bit, I found a few expired newspapers to wrap the tome-like notebook, opened the door and walked to the Law Enforcement Bureau.

On the way, I spent money to buy some Picheng special snacks to fill my hungry stomach, and it cost [-] Picheng coins.

If it was the former owner Marcos, he might have to eat forty or fifty coins for this meal.

"Poor!"

Marcus looked up at the sky, the sun was shining brightly, but it couldn't illuminate his worry about money.

Came all the way to the Law Enforcement Bureau, went to the college area in the afternoon, and agreed to meet Grayson at the Law Enforcement Bureau.

After putting on a clean uniform, he came out of the locker room with his notebook in his hands. After asking others, he found out that Grayson had gone to the scene of the incident alone.

I heard Grayson came to the Enforcement Bureau an hour ago.

"What a workaholic."

Marcus shook his head lightly, put on his mask and hat, and walked outside.

The apartment where the explosion occurred was not too far from the Law Enforcement Bureau, and it could be reached within 10 minutes on foot.

If you want to go faster, you can also take a horse-drawn carriage.

But isn't he trying to save money?

Only I am a little bit tired.

Passing the household registration hall at the entrance of the Law Enforcement Bureau, a commotion caught his attention.

I saw a fat woman wearing a uniform different from that of a law enforcement officer pushing a young couple to leave the household registration hall, and shouted: "Go, go, if you can't do it, you can't do it. You people from Zaun are here!" Live in that stinking sewer, don't try to live in the upper city and pollute the air here!"

The young couple kept begging, hoping that the fat woman would forgive her.

Marcus has seen this kind of thing a lot. Basically, the upper-class people in Zaun want to change their household registration and move to Piltover.

Generally, these people are thinking about their children, hoping to free them from the barbaric and "backward" Zaun.

This couple is certainly no exception.

"what?"

Marcus's eyes fell on the benches on both sides of the door of the household registration hall, where a girl with pink hair, about four or five years old, sat obediently.

Judging from the clothes, it should be with the young couple, probably their daughter.

But the chaos at the door of the household registration hall failed to attract the girl's attention. Instead, she stared blankly at the floor in front of her, wondering what she was thinking.

Marcus looked at this situation, his heart moved, and he changed direction and walked over.

At this time, what happened here has already attracted several law enforcement officials. They stepped forward and roughly pulled the young couple, trying to drive them out of the law enforcement bureau.

It wasn't until the matter developed to this extent that the pink-haired girl reacted, crying and pulling the trouser legs of those law enforcement officers to let them let go of her parents.

"What happened here?"

Marcus came to him and asked dissatisfiedly, his eyebrows frowned, "Noisy, what does it look like?"

Noticing that he was coming, those people paused and stopped tearing.

"Get out of the way!"

The fat woman squeezed through the crowd with difficulty, kicked the girl backwards, sat down on the ground, and howled in bewilderment.

The fat woman turned a deaf ear to the cries at her feet. The wife of the young couple wanted to go and pick up her daughter, but was suppressed by a law enforcement officer, standing there anxiously.

"It's not too much trouble, Mr. Marcus." The fat woman approached Marcos flatteringly, the fat on her face piled up together, like a few fat maggots wriggling, "It's just a few from Zaun's bedbug, trying to break free and join Piltover.

You know, every once in a while, there will always be some untouchables from the bottom city who come to make trouble with such unrealistic fantasies, and I am about to ask someone to drive them out.

I'm so sorry for polluting the air around you, I'll let these untouchables apologize to you. "

Although they are both law enforcement officials, there is a gap in their status.

As the only subordinate and student of Grayson, one of the deputy sheriffs, Marcus' status in the Law Enforcement Bureau is half a rank higher than the law enforcement officers in the same position.

Unless he was a student of another deputy sheriff, any law enforcement officer who saw him would greet him politely.

Or someone with a stronger background than him, such as a parent who is a member of Piltover Council.

This is class!
The fat woman was too close, and the smell of perfume, strong enough to suffocate, penetrated into Marcus's nostrils arrogantly and disrespectfully, making him dizzy and chest tight for a while, and he had to wear an air-purifying mask to breathe relatively fresh air.

However, his actions misunderstood the fat woman, thinking that Marcos was disgusting the young couple, she turned around and shouted at the law enforcement officers, "Didn't you see that Mr. Marcos can't stand the smell on them?" ? Hurry up and throw these untouchables out!"

At this time, she noticed the crying girl at her feet, and kicked it in disgust: "Shut up! The noisy and annoying dog, noisy Lord Marcus's noble ears, can you bear it? "

"don't want!!!"

This kick was strong and heavy, and the fat woman didn't care that the target of her feet was a four or five-year-old girl, and she had the momentum to kick her to death before giving up. The young mother couldn't help but screamed and struggled. He wanted to rush over to stop him.

But with several strong law enforcement officers around her suppressing her, how could she break free?

She could only watch helplessly as the fat woman kicked her daughter, her eyes couldn't help but shed tears, she had already seen the tragic state of her daughter after being kicked in a trance.

His breathing was stagnant, his eyelids rolled up, and he almost passed out.

Snapped!
"Ow!!"

A scream resounded, and it actually came from the mouth of the overbearing and unreasonable fat woman. She squatted down in pain, and wanted to rub her calf, but she couldn't reach it and dared not touch it.

Marcus withdrew his feet wearing leather boots and looked at her coldly: "Who gave you the right to disregard human lives? And you committed the crime in public at the highest authority in Piltover's security management?"

"No, Mr. Marcos, I... I didn't intend to kill her, I just taught you a lesson for this little bastard!" The fat woman sat down on the ground, in great pain, her calf shin was kicked by Marcus with a hard leather shoe The place in the middle has swelled up high.

"is it?"

Marcus sneered: "I don't remember that the staff of your household registration department have the same law enforcement powers as our law enforcement officers. If I want to arrest someone, it's not your turn to do it!"

"No, I don't have the idea of ​​exceeding my authority, Mr. Marcus, this is all a misunderstanding!" The fat woman grinned her teeth in pain, secretly hating and wondering at the same time, isn't this Marcus usually very indifferent to the people of the bottom city?
Why are you speaking for the people of Dicheng this time?

Could it be that the young couple were distant relatives of some dignitary in Piltover?

She raised her eyelids and looked at the young couple again.

Not like ah!
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a relative of the rich...

　Starting from this chapter, I will try to add some original content within a reasonable range.

　　It is possible to eat fist books in advance for the rationality of the plot.

　　Hmm... eat the books of the fist, so that the fist has no books to eat.

　　Hey!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)