Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 27 Threats to each other
"boom!!"

Several shotguns fired simultaneously into the air, and smoke billowed from their muzzles.

The man on horseback repeated:
"Which kid is from the Valrocan family?!"

……

Ordinary people have never seen such a scene.

A large, dark mass of people, all dressed in classic formal attire, wearing top hats, tall leather boots, with rapiers at their waists and hunting rifles in their hands.

Besides their uniform attire, these people also share another common feature: small mustaches on their lips.

This style, likely a continuation of a past era, is outdated for men today but remains popular in aristocratic circles. The fact that these people carry rapiers at their waists reveals that the aristocracy is a relatively conservative group; after all, carrying a sword in public these days is considered somewhat awkward, as swords have long been replaced by more elegant canes.

However, despite their somewhat strange attire, the sudden appearance of hundreds of burly men riding horses was still quite intimidating.

They were the Sherman family's private army. In the old days, before the formation of the parliamentary system, the armed forces of noble estates were mainly used to protect their own land, assets, business operations, and control over slaves and servants. It was a privilege that came with their ancestors when they were granted titles.

As titles were inherited by their descendants, these privileges were continuously expanded over time.

Private armed forces are difficult to define, and nobles can have countless excuses. They can say that these are just bodyguards, or even that once they take off their guns and swords, the armed personnel can be the gardeners of the manor. The authorities simply have no way of knowing how many armed forces are actually in a noble manor.

……

Right now, a large group of people have completely surrounded the campfire on the hillside, blocking both the left and right passages. Their intentions are very clear: if the Valrokan family continues to hide, everyone here may suffer.

Not only were the armed men aggressive, but even their horses were arrogant, occasionally raising their front hooves as if to trample the women around the campfire.

"They're on the mountain!"

A man with a bruised and swollen face jumped off his horse, looked around, and pointed to the location of Milo and the others on the hillside, shouting.

He was the one who escaped from the six people. When he realized that things were not going well, he immediately chose to run away and return to the manor to ask for help.

……

"Give our young master back! Otherwise, no one here will be able to leave!"

A middle-aged man, the leader of the noble armed men, pointed his hunting rifle at the woman and child by the campfire and shouted up the hillside.

His gaze was indifferent, as if he did not see the fear in the women's eyes at all, nor did he seem to hear the children's cries.

In the eyes of men, these commoners were nothing but inferior bastards, destined to be slaves in the old days, worthy only of being whipped. Their lives and deaths were utterly insignificant compared to the safety of their young masters.

……

On the hillside, the men were completely stunned.

They were indeed just ordinary working-class people who had never even touched a gun in the first half of their lives. How could they possibly face a force of hundreds of heavily armed men?

They didn't even need to show up; they were already scared off when they heard the name "Sherman Family".

But you can't blame them. The gap between classes can't be bridged by enthusiasm alone. The longer they struggle at the bottom, the more deeply they understand this principle.

This applies to men, and even more so to Kang.

"Fine, I accept it."

Kang looked at the bewildered crowd, then turned to Emma and Milo:
“Finn is still down there, I have to go down… I will take full responsibility for what happened today. I will say that I did it all and that it has nothing to do with any of you, so don’t worry.”

Kang knew that someone had to step up and take the blame.

The other party had identified the Valrocan family as the source of their problems. At this point, they could not count on anyone to come to their aid. In Kang's mind, no one could shake the Sherman family, a mountain of power. Sherman could easily crush a commoner family. He now only hoped that he could shoulder everything alone so that his family would not be implicated.

He is the head of the household and the eldest man in the family, so he has to step up at this time.

……

"Brother Kang, there's really no other way this time..."

"That's the Sherman family's property after all..."

Everyone looked at each other.

At this moment, no one had the confidence, and no one dared to say a single tough word, after all, they all had family and children behind them.

"Brother Kang, don't be in such a hurry," Milo suddenly said.

"Who are you calling 'brother'?" Kang turned around and glared at him.

“Hey, didn’t you say that yourself… Oh, then you must be sober now.” Milo waved his hand.

He turned to the crowd and said:

"Don't worry, everyone. I'm the one who hit him. He specifically asked for the boy from the Valrocan family. It has nothing to do with you." As he spoke, he patted Kang on the shoulder: "It has nothing to do with you, the father of the Valrocan family."

“Our children and women are still down there. For safety’s sake, it’s best not to get into a conflict with them. You stay here for now, and I’ll go over and talk to them.”

As he spoke, Milo walked over to the unconscious Cillian, grabbed one of his legs, and dragged him over.

Kang wanted to say something more, but Milo stopped him by raising his hand.

Emma reached out and grabbed Milo's arm. She didn't stop Milo, but simply said something with concern:
"You have to be careful."

She began to regret her earlier actions.

Ultimately, everything stemmed from her. The reason Milo became enemies with Cillian a few months ago was to protect her.

She couldn't contain her anger and stabbed Cillian, but she was completely unable to bear the consequences, and now Milo has to pay for her actions.

Emma was in immense inner turmoil.

"It's okay." Milo ruffled Emma's hair. "Just stay here and don't do anything. Leave the rest to me, understand?" "Okay."

……

Campfire place.

The Sherman family's forces held a superior position.

Milo dragged the dead-dog-like Cillian down the hillside until they were about seven or eight meters away from the armed men before stopping.

Under the gaze of hundreds of cold eyes, Milo dropped Cillian's leg and stood there blankly: "I should be the Valrokan you're looking for."

The middle-aged man sat high on the horse, holding the reins in one hand. He coldly sized up Milo, and after confirming that the person lying next to Milo was his young master, he raised the whip in his hand and ordered, "Kill him and take the young master back."

"..."

A fierce glint flashed in Milo's eyes.

He stepped down and crushed a bluestone slab at his feet.

Click...

Then he slowly stepped on Cillian's head with one foot, just like he had stepped on Emma before.

“Take one step forward, or fire a single shot, and you’ll know just how hard your young master’s head is.”

Milo stared intently at the middle-aged man on horseback, showing no fear whatsoever, and making no attempt to conceal the provocation in his eyes.

For a moment, none of the hundreds of heavily armed private militiamen dared to take a step forward.

They witnessed Milo crush the bluestone slab with his own feet.

Even if our young master is a stubborn fool, his head can't be harder than a stone slab. This kid in front of us doesn't seem scared at all. What if he's a crazy madman who doesn't care about his life? If he really stomps on him, we're all doomed...

Click...

The middle-aged man gripped a long-barreled shotgun in one hand, cocked it, and casually pointed the barrel at a child by the campfire, responding calmly:

“My young master is dead, and all of you must be buried with him.”

Click, click, click! ! !

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, hundreds of hunting rifles behind him simultaneously cocked their bolts, their dark muzzles all pointing at the women and children gathered around the campfire.

In an instant, piercing cries and pleas for mercy echoed across the entire hillside.

However, Milo, with a gun pointed at him, did not remove his foot from Cirion's head. He merely frowned slightly, shook his head, and said to the middle-aged man on horseback:
"The truth is, if this blond guy dies, you'll all be buried with him when you get back, right?"

Milo's words sent a chill down the spines of all the Sherman family's armed men present.

Because he wasn't wrong; if Cillian died, they might really have to die with him...

A bizarre standoff ensued, with Milo, all alone, putting pressure on the more than one hundred armed men who had come with great momentum but were now the ones being threatened.

……

...

The middle-aged man's brows furrowed deeply, and he remained silent for a long while before slightly lowering the muzzle of his gun.

"what on earth do you want?"

"Get everyone except me out of here." Milo said without hesitation, a slightly sinister smile spreading across his face.

"I'll play with you."

"You ignorant lowly commoners," the middle-aged man sneered.

"So, do you agree or not? Are you all going to be eliminated like this blond guy? Why are you dawdling like a woman..." Milo spat on the ground and asked impatiently.

In the midst of this tense standoff, after Milo uttered those words, a child's laughter suddenly rang out from the crowd:
"Hey hey hey."

As soon as the laughter rang out, Milo knew something was wrong.

Damn, what is this brat up to?
In Milo's knowledge, there was only one kid who could laugh out loud in this situation without batting an eye: Finn Jr.

……

Swish! ! !
Not surprisingly.

The middle-aged man swung his long whip into the crowd, accurately ensnaring Little Finn and pulling him out of the air. He then grabbed Little Finn's ankle with one hand, suspending him in mid-air.

Finn dangled in the air like a chick, screaming wildly:

"Let me go!...Save me, brother!"

Milo's face darkened.

You fucking are really...

If you're going to yell for help, just yell it, why do you have to include "brother" in your voice? Are you afraid people won't know you're also a Valrocan?

……

As Milo's expression grew increasingly grim, the middle-aged man began to reveal a sinister smile.

"It seems like I have a bargaining chip now."

(End of this chapter)