Chapter 26 Discipline

Early the next morning, Fandel left the bar after not sleeping all night.

Not long after, the writing device that Law Enforcement Officer Grayson handed to Fandel was sent directly to the other party's office by the pipeline equipment.

Law Enforcement Officer Grayson just walked into the office at work. She immediately stepped forward to turn the combination lock and open the writing device.

A roll of dirty and torn waste paper was poured out from it, and the content on it was very simple: At sunset tomorrow, the person will be handed over at the top of the elevator.

Seeing this, Grayson couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and smiled slightly.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Law enforcement officer Marcos, who went to the dark alley to investigate yesterday, appeared at the door of the office.

"Sheriff." Marcos stood at attention and asked, "What is the direction of today's investigation?"

"Boy."

Law Enforcement Officer Grayson was in a good mood. She shook the letter in her hand and said, "You can be lazy today. There is a letter from Fandel. When the sun sets tomorrow, we can go to the elevator to pick up the prisoner."

Marcus was stunned.

He looked at the letter in the hand of Grayson Law Enforcement Officer, and couldn't help but have a hesitant look on his face.

Seeing this, Grayson waved the other person into the house.

Marcus hesitated for a moment, then walked into the office and sat across the desk from Grayson.

"Why?" Marcos asked a little distantly: "Why do we have to compromise with those gutter guys? Sheriff! We can obviously handle the case ourselves, why do we have to follow the rhythm of those gutter guys?!"

"Boy," Grayson asked warmly, "What are the responsibilities of our law enforcement officers?"

"Protect the city and the people!" Marcos responded immediately.

"Yes." Grayson nodded slightly: "So why do we have to start a confrontation and fight?"

"Fight?!" Marcos said with disdain on his face: "Just those sewer bugs in the city?!"

Grayson raised his eyes and glanced at Marcus, then his tone became cold: "Ever since I took the position of Sheriff,

I set up a rule for all new people who join the team. Tell me, what is the rule? "

Marcus seemed to have been poured cold water on him, and his mood quickly calmed down.

After a moment of silence, he said truthfully: "All law enforcement officers who join the team must first read the information about the riot five years ago!"

"Tell me," Grayson said quietly, "What were the casualties that year."

"We almost wiped out all the mobs who rushed to the bridge. At last count, the number of dead mobs was three hundred..."

"Say another one!"

Grayson suddenly interrupted: "Tell me! How many casualties were there among law enforcement officers in that riot!"

"Injuries...casualties..."

"explain!"

"Twenty-three people were slightly injured! Six people were seriously injured! Death..."

Swallowing involuntarily, Marcus lowered his voice: "Death... twelve people..."

"That's just what you see!"

Grayson's voice was serious: "This is the number that the nobles allow to be recorded for the sake of decency!"

She sighed, lowered her gaze and covered her forehead and whispered softly: "Before that, the number of casualties kept appearing. The bridge rush was just the last decisive battle..."

Raising her head, Grayson put her arms on the table. She leaned forward slightly, stared at Marcos and said in a deep voice: "I have watched conflicts continue to occur at both ends of the bridge! I have personally participated in that conflict. Suppression of riots! I was!!”

After taking a breath, Grayson suddenly fell silent.

After a moment, she sighed in a low voice: "Marcus, I once watched my colleagues and teammates being scratched and bitten by the crazy people in the bottom city. I watched with my own eyes as the last police chief... had half of his body missing. The people from the city opened their throats with their nails..."

"So you're scared?" Marcus's understanding was obviously not good enough.

This made Grayson smile wryly at himself.

She inserted her hands into her short hair mixed with many white strands, and then whispered: "You and I went to the bottom city. What would you do if you were from there?"

Marcus opened his mouth. He tried his best to put himself into it, but obviously he could only imagine one-sided things.

This made him a little tired of Grayson's lecture, so he simply responded: "Sorry, sir, I can't imagine it."

Grayson gave Marcus a disappointed look.

Then she said directly: "In short, this matter can be big or small. We can solve it peacefully by giving each other some face, avoiding disputes, avoiding bloodshed, and avoiding making the matter bigger! Anyway, the nobles just want an explanation."

Standing up, Grayson waved his hands a little tiredly: "Go on patrol, or come with me to the bombed house in the college area to investigate some more things?"

"I'm going on patrol!"

Marcus made his choice immediately. He didn't want to listen to Grayson's nagging anymore.

In response, Grayson had no choice but to wave his hand again and tell Marcos to help himself.

Marcus stood up, saluted, then turned and walked out of the office.

As soon as he reached the lobby on the first floor of the police station, the doorman immediately greeted him: "Marcus, here is a letter from you."

"My letter?"

Marcus walked over in surprise and took the envelope with only his name on it from the doorman.

The envelope was slightly heavy, as if there was something else inside besides the letter paper.

Strangely, Marcus opened the seal and looked inside the envelope. He couldn't help but be stunned.

Because he saw a gold coin inside the envelope.

Subconsciously closing the envelope immediately, he cautiously asked the doorman: "Who sent this letter?!"

"have no idea."

The doorman shook his head: "When I went to the bathroom, this letter was placed at the door, so I didn't see the person who sent it."

Marcus nodded slowly, gave a fake smile, then thanked him and went back upstairs.

Entering the bathroom and finding a stall, Marcos reopened the envelope inside.

First he poured out the gold coins and stuffed them into his pocket, then he unfolded the letter.

After reading the writing above, Marcus couldn't help but show hesitation.

But he didn't hesitate long.

Soon, he tore the letter into pieces with firm eyes and flushed it away in the toilet.

More than an hour later, Marcos appeared in the border market.

Wearing a respirator mask, he approached the coastal cliff and saw a figure after entering the abandoned area.

The figure hugged his shoulders and leaned on the ruins of the wall that was about to collapse. After seeing Marcos, the thug who was sent by Hilko to inquire about information straightened his body and tilted his head to indicate that he should follow.

The thugs led the way without saying a word.

Marcus hesitated for a moment, but continued to follow.

Ten minutes later, Marcos was brought to the door of an abandoned building.

The thug who led the way followed the door and entered the darkness.

A sound of "wait" came out from the darkness that seemed to be biting.

After another ten minutes, a steady sound of footsteps sounded from the darkness, and Hilko's aristocratic figure slowly walked out of the darkness with confidence...

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