Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 29 Beauty saves the hero
A piercing gunshot rang out in the open mountains.

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Milo was initially worried that the people on the hillside would be used as live targets and shot at will, but when he heard the piercing gunshot that was different from that of a hunting rifle, his anxiety eased.

Milo had heard this more explosive gunshot many times before; it was the sound that only a law enforcement officer's standard firearm—a short gun—could make.

As for which unlucky guy got shot, we'll just have to wait and see.

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After the gunshots faded, the sound of horses' hooves thundering on the ground could be heard all around.

In less than a few breaths, the foot of the hill was surrounded by a new wave of men in black.

Compared to the Sherman family's private armed forces, with their flashy rapiers, shotguns, and retro mustaches, these later arrivals were the true black legion with murderous intent.

They were all dressed in black trench coats, with both hot and cold weapons strapped to their waists and thighs, and wore iconic tricorn hats on their heads, their mouths and noses covered by black gauze masks.

Everyone's eyes were sharp and ferocious, like a black panther being hunted by a driver in the dark.

Each of them paced back and forth on their horses, one hand gripping the reins and the other resting on the hilt of their guns, ready to strike at any moment.

This time it really is a case of the big fish eating the small fish.

The thugs kept in the noble manor, although they also had decent equipment and weapons, were more flashy. With the name Sherman, they were basically exempt from most armed struggles. In front of a team that was truly skilled in killing, they were just a showpiece and would be crushed at the slightest touch.

So much so that the moment they were surrounded by the officers, these guys almost simultaneously dropped their shotguns, reacting remarkably quickly.

Of course, there were also those who were slow to react, such as the middle-aged man whose hand had been cut off.

He was now squatting on the ground, his view obstructed by his accomplices who remained standing. Completely unaware of the watchful officers around him, he continued to hurl insults at the top of his lungs.

"Shoot! What are you standing there for! Fire! What the hell are you all doing, just standing there?... Hey?"

The moment he uttered the "Eh?", he felt a pair of long, slender legs flash past him, followed by the sound of something cutting through the air.

Before he could react, the heavy heel of a military boot slammed into his chin, twisting his face in pain. Spittle flew through the air, and his pupils stared at each other…

The large man, who was originally squatting on the ground, was suddenly lifted up and flew several meters away like a kite with a string on it, finally landing headfirst on the ground and rolling several times before coming to a stop.

And the owner of those long legs was none other than Chief Enforcer Rebecca.

Surrounded by a large group of men in black trench coats, she strode through the crowd, kicking anyone she didn't like, exuding both roguishness and domineering charisma.

"Take them all away for filing..."

She glanced at everyone present.

The law enforcement officers disarmed everyone in the Sherman household.

The twenty or so men surrounding Milo didn't even need the enforcer to approach; they proactively dropped their rapiers on the ground, scratching their heads and backsides in bewilderment, behaving themselves in an incredibly obedient manner.

When Rebecca's eyes met Milo's, a hint of doubt flashed in them.

To be honest, when the law enforcement agency came to her, Rebecca felt that even if she rushed over as fast as she could, she could probably only take Milo to the hospital's intensive care unit on the way.

After all, in her mind, Milo was the kind of man who couldn't even kill a chicken. Of course, that was a bit of an exaggeration, but compared to a woman like Rebecca, it didn't seem to be a problem.

However, to Rebecca's surprise, Milo seemed to be unharmed despite being surrounded by more than a hundred people, and judging from his posture, he had been in a fight before.

Even as Rebecca approached, Milo maintained his fighting stance, holding a small Finn in his left hand and a small dagger in his right.

"Your... left-hand secondary weapon is quite unique."

Rebecca glanced at Finn, who was tucked under Milo's left armpit.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Little Finn gurgled and vomited up his half-digested dinner. Bubbles rose from his mouth and nostrils as he weakly said, "You shook me too hard, bro, I feel like throwing up... ugh~"

“Oh right, a biological weapon.” Milo put Finn down with a speechless expression and wiped the indescribable stuff from his mouth.

“I thought you were going to get a really bad beating.” Rebecca looked at the bloodstains on Milo’s body. With her keen observation, she could easily tell that the bloodstains did not belong to Milo. Apart from the abrasions on his fists, he had no other external injuries.

"What's with that disappointed look in your eyes?" Milo tilted his head.

“It’s nothing,” Rebecca said casually, turning her eyes to look at tiny Finn standing at her feet. “Your brother?”

Rebecca had investigated Milo's file and knew that his records in Nanwei City only covered the last five years; everything before that was blank. She had always wanted to find out the truth behind Milo having a family.

"It wouldn't make much sense for me to say this is my son, would it?"

Milo inexplicably recalled the incident not long ago when Kang, drunk, had been shouting that he wanted to become sworn brothers with him.

"Not like you," Rebecca commented casually.

They don't look alike at all; the only similarity is that they both have black hair.

Finn looks almost exactly like his sister Emma. Ignoring the snot bubbles in his nostrils, he's a miniature version of Emma with chubby cheeks.

"What are you going to do with these people?"

Milo waved his hand.

At this moment, the hillside and the area below were filled with the Sherman family's private armed forces, lying, squatting, and crouching. Their rapiers and hunting rifles had been confiscated by the law enforcement officers and were piled up in two heaps on the open ground next to the campfire.

“Everyone come back to the law enforcement office with me. You, your family, and everyone else on the mountain should also come and give statements. Without your testimony, I can’t settle accounts with the Sherman family.” Rebecca pondered for a moment before stating her thoughts.

It's clear that, given her position as chief law enforcement officer, ending this absurd farce wouldn't be difficult, but settling scores later would be a different story.

Shermans are, after all, deeply entrenched Southern nobles; their estate's history predates that of the law enforcement office by far. Without absolute evidence, today's matter might have been hastily dismissed. But the crucial point now is that the Sherman family cannot afford to let this go so easily, because it is their direct descendants who are suffering the most today.

Therefore, from Rebecca's perspective, she needs sufficient witness testimony to support her case; otherwise, she will not be able to withstand the pressure from the hereditary nobility.

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At this moment, there were hundreds of people gathered at the foot of the hill.

About a hundred of them were kneeling on the ground with their hands cuffed behind their backs, while the other hundred or so were law enforcement officers guarding various positions.

On the hillside, everyone was still in shock.

Some of the children are still crying at this point.

Kang casually dropped Cillian and picked up little Finn. All the other children were crying loudly, but this kid just grinned from beginning to end and didn't seem scared at all.

"Thank you everyone! Thank you everyone!!!"

Kang, holding little Finn, bowed to everyone he met in the crowd of law enforcement officers.

In his view, if the law enforcement officers hadn't arrived in time, his entire family might have perished there.

To be honest, even though he knew at the beginning that Yan had already gone to the law enforcement office to report the case, based on Kang's consistent impression of law enforcement officers, he didn't think that the law enforcement officers could really do anything to these noble armed forces, and he even thought that the people at the law enforcement office might not pay any attention to Yan, the person who reported the case.

However, seeing the imposing female chief of enforcement officers standing and talking with Milo, Kang recalled Milo's words to him before Yan left, and then realized that the enforcement office was able to mobilize so many people at once entirely because of Milo.

"This might really turn father and son into brothers..."

"Dad, what are you muttering about?" Little Finn asked in his baby voice as Kang held him in his arms.

"Stop it."

"Dad, I'm hungry!"

"Don't you always eat before bed?"

"They all vomited it all up..."

"..."

...

On the other side, after comforting his family, Yan came to Milo's side, lit a cigarette with a puff, took a deep drag, and said to Milo:

"Holy crap, that's amazing! I was wondering if I could even get these big shots to come, but as soon as I mentioned your name, that red-haired lady brought out the entire enforcement team. Bro, tell me honestly, when did you hook up with a big shot like the chief of enforcement officers?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Yan felt an inexplicable killing intent sweeping towards him.

Rebecca, standing in front of the two, turned her head to the side and looked coldly at Yan:
"Who are you calling 'big sister'?"

"Uh..." Yan suddenly got stuck and didn't know how to answer.

Milo remained silent, watching with a smug look on his face.

Rebecca gave Yan a warning look and slowly turned her head away.

"So fierce," Yan muttered in a low voice.

"You'd better not mess with her," Milo warned.

She's definitely not someone to mess with; she's capable of close combat with an immortal monster over two meters tall. In some ways, she could be considered a monster herself.

At this point, Rebecca gave orders to everyone.

"Take everyone back!"

Then he turned to look at Milo:
"Come with me."

The tone was quite forceful, commanding, and brooked no argument.

Milo shrugged.

He noticed that Kang, Yan, and Emma were all looking at him with a very strange expression.

To be precise, he was looking at himself and Rebecca.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Milo shrugged.

"Go ahead, go ahead, don't worry about things here," Kang waved his hand.

After a bewildered Milo followed Rebecca to the front of the line, Yan jokingly said to Kang:
"Uncle Kang, I have a feeling that these two are having an affair. What do you think? You might soon have a chief magistrate's daughter-in-law. Today was a classic damsel in distress scene. Your family is going to prosper, so remember to give me a hand when you do."

Kang naturally felt he had seen through the ulterior motives between Milo and Rebecca, and a little uneasy began to nag him: it was hard to say whether she was a daughter-in-law or a sister-in-law...

Emma listened quietly to their banter.

I don't know why, but I feel a little uncomfortable...

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(End of this chapter)