In a tavern in the Dragon Hunting Cave in Tallinn District, round wine tables are staggered. {щww{suimеng][lā}

Men in shirts and rolled up sleeves laughed loudly.

Today is October 3, and there are 2 days left before the promotion ceremony within the police station in October.

In the police department, officers voted in the October assessment, and ordinary police officers are qualified to select the person they think is more suitable to be the sheriff.

Although this is only a part of the overall internal assessment, from the perspective of the senior police officers, this is also a direction of people's hearts.

A sheriff has to lead a team, and the people below are mixed. No matter how talented the sheriff is, it is impossible for him to drag the entire team forward.

By convention, those officers who are already candidates for the next sheriff will have to invite other colleagues to a barbecue and a drink, regardless of whether they can be selected or not.

In everyone's eyes, this is a way of expressing that he will not treat the brothers below him badly after he ascends the throne.

Anyone who doesn't invite them will be considered a miser, and even those who may become a team of brothers in the future are unwilling to pay. If there is any credit, wouldn't it be impossible for them at all?

Therefore, this meal must be invited, but where and how to ask for it is also very particular.

Some people with low achievements and relatively low prestige on weekdays must provide food, drink and fun, because this is a request, and it can't be sloppy. Generally speaking, there are three steps.

A meal of meat, a meal of wine, and a walk in the golden circle.

This is to draw some people who were originally in a swinging position to him, and get more votes, so as to help him ascend.

As for those who are experts in solving cases on weekdays and whose prestige is high enough, this meal is inevitable, but their method of entertaining is different from the above.

Their abilities are well noticed in the hearts of the senior officers of the police station, and they only need to win a small number of tickets, so they usually find a higher-end tavern with barbecue and wine.

Hanging on the shoulders, grabbing the meat, you take a bite of me.

The feelings are deep, the mouth is dull, whoever goes tonight is the dog.

This is to win over his own forces. In the future, he will become a sheriff, and these people will follow him, and the credit will be rewarded with a lot of money.

If you want to become a sheriff, these are all preparations that must be done.

In this Heat Tavern tonight is the most promising candidate for the next sheriff in the police department, Maury Rodney.

After three years of employment, he was conscientious and conscientious. This time, the chief of the personnel department of the police station almost patted his shoulder and told him to go to the garment shop to measure the size, and first order the formal clothes to be worn at the inauguration ceremony of the sheriff.

Such a person, although his party is not extravagant, but the number of people who want to come is the most. After all, everyone wants to follow a sheriff who has the ability and is good to his subordinates.

"Everyone will not be drunk today, and when I get promoted, everyone will still be brothers!"

Holding the wine glass, Maury Rodney's face was flushed red, and he hugged the shoulders of his friends. He had a leg of lamb in his free hand. He took a bite first, and then passed it down one by one.

"Oh~~"

Cheers rang out in the private room, and the police officers who were so excited didn't care whether someone had gnawed on the place they gnawed before. They took a bite and showed their boldness.

"Bob, please say hello to me. I have to go to the toilet. The whole person who was toasted by you all fainted."

"Go, I'm here."

As someone who joined Maury Rodney at the same time, they were brothers who died. This time Rodney was promoted, and he was very happy, because the two would still work together in the future, with a sheriff on top Covered, many things will be different.

The drinking was still in full swing here, and Maury Rodney swayed to ask the passing waiter where the toilet was, touching the wall all the way.

However, when he walked through the crowd and came to the toilet, before he had time to push the door in, his lower back suddenly hurt, and he involuntarily fell to one side. The next second, he was supported by someone and entered a private room in a nearby tavern. .

There's no fiery vibe here, just a few glasses of light wine, a few plates of grilled meat, and a few people eating their own way.

Putting Maury Rodney next to an object that looked like a coffin on the side of the private room, the man sat down and took out a document from the file bag in front of him.

"Murray Rodney, 27, single"

"Needless to say, I remember all the information, this person is here."

A man who was sitting on the left side of the wine table with a similar stature to Maury Rodney stood up, walked to Maury Rodney's side, and stretched out his hand to the man who had carried Maury Rodney in earlier.

Feel free to put the material belonging to Maury Rodney on the candle and burn it to ashes.

A mechanical box was handed to the other party, and the latter raised his hand to open it. There was an injection inside, and some white liquid was stored in the transparent syringe.

"How do you use this thing?"

Holding the syringe, he inserted it into his vein without saying a word, and asked while injecting.

"Phantom injection, the effect is already prepared, you just need to stare at his appearance, don't think too much, as long as the transformation is successful, unless you use another injection, any spell or detection potion will not be able to find you. Original appearance."

"Understood."

His eyes stayed on Maury Rodney, and his entire body was gradually changing.

In less than 5 minutes, counting the time to change clothes, the new Maury Rodney appeared.

Grabbing Maury Rodney on the ground with one hand, he threw it into the long coffin-like box next to him, and immediately there was a large mouth full of sharp teeth on the lower wooden block.

Silent chewing, silent swallowing.

There were faint patterns on the wooden boards around the "coffin", and the old Morrie Rodney had disappeared.

"You've got all the strange things like the man-eater box. It's a must-have for killing people."

Pulling on his clothes, he glanced at the man-eater box that had returned to its original state, and strode out of the private room.

Before coming to the previous private room, he took out a pill from his pocket and swallowed it. His cheeks began to redden at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his breath began to smell of alcohol.

"Um brothers, cough, brothers"

Adjust your voice, open the door of the private room, and blend in with a smile on your face

The largest and most exquisite villa in the government area belongs to the Garcia family.

Semir Garcia sits behind a desk in his study, his chair is a feature that fits his body perfectly, so that he can relax while working late at night.

In front of him is a confidant who has cooperated tacitly over the years, an old man who looks a dozen years older than him, Demingham Deputy Mayor Mark Darren.

"Your Excellency, I think this attack on the Owen family has a special purpose, not as simple as a private assassination."

Mark Darren was not too restrained in front of Semir Garcia, leaning slightly on his side, leaning on the right handle to support his body.

"This is a private conversation, Uncle Mark, you should call me Semir."

That's right, this deputy mayor is the uncle of Semir Garcia. When his father was the mayor, Mark Darren was the deputy mayor. When he was young, Semir Garcia often followed him. learning around.

"This attack on Semir, well Connery Owen, was not an accident."

Since it was a private conversation, there were naturally no formulaic rhetoric in the sentence. Mark put his fingers under his nose, which was his habit of thinking.

"Oh? I thought someone wanted to kill Connery Owen while he was losing power. After all, this is a man who protected Demingham during his tenure, but he has made a lot of enemies."

Semir lit two cigars, gave them to Mark on the opposite side first, then put the remaining one in his hand, took a sip, the smoke rose, raised his eyebrows, and cheered up a little.

"Now that Behemoth Edward is the chief of the police station and a dominant powerhouse, it is no surprise that his peak period will last for about 20 years. After this time, he abdicates, and Connery Owen should also be old. , then the successor will only be other members of the Owen family, so the existence of Connery Owen does not matter now, those who were suppressed by him before are not fools, they will not provoke them for the filth of the past Someone who will no longer threaten them"

Discussions between the two always fall into silence, and thinking takes up most of the time.

"If it wasn't for retaliatory assassinations for business filth, then they fear that one day Connery Irving will come back to power and keep suppressing them?"

The occurrence of an event will inevitably lead to a result. If someone deliberately expects this result, then other people can use this result to infer the position of those who are expecting it to appear.

Semir and Mark are doing it.

dong dong dong~

The knock on the door interrupted their thoughts.

"Semir, you should go to bed. It's already 10 o'clock in the evening. Uncle Mark is quite old."

A woman's voice came out of the door~lightnovelpub.net~Ivy Garcia, the mayor's wife.

"Look at my brain, it's ten o'clock before I know it. Uncle Mark, you should go back first. It's not good for your health later. What's the matter, we'll talk about it tomorrow morning."

"Actually well, Semir, that's all for today, the last sentence, a lot has happened in Demingham recently, the death of Storm Gooniz, the thunderstorm case of the year, and now the assassination of Connery, I have a kind of I have a premonition that there are evil beasts waiting for the opportunity under the night. As the mayor and the helm of the Demingham ship, you must watch more, think more, and pay more attention to your own safety. You must know that your existence is itself Deming. One of John's security guarantees, the guardian of the family, you have to carry it with you."

Mark held Semir's hand and said in harmony.

Having been the deputy mayor for nearly 30 years, Mark Darren's body has shown old age, but his wisdom is still profound, and his sense of potential conspiracy is as sharp as ever.

The man outside the door moved his ears slightly, and when he heard the conversation inside, the cold light in his eyes subsided slightly.

There are still those who stand in the way.

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