Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 315 Fear

Chapter 315 Fear
"Don't listen to him, he wants to be the county government's administrator."

Old Theon appeared out of nowhere, patted Milo on the shoulder, and gestured for him to follow.

“The county magistrate, that’s the chairman of the county council, right? We’ve had county magistrates this young before?” Milorad asked Grasso.

"The situation is different now. In the past, people were directly appointed by the royal family. Now, people of low birth can also rise to power through voting, so they naturally have to work harder."

Old Sean spoke leisurely.

He had lived in Nanwei City for decades and had probably seen many ambitious county councilors like Max, so he was used to it.

"So, the conflict between the law enforcement team and the Solomon gang has been transformed into a conflict between the victims and the current sheriff? Because the cuts to the policing budget weakened the town's security, which indirectly led to this tragedy, these people can find any angle to attack the enemy if they want to," Milo muttered.

Old Theon glanced back at Milo:
"Didn't you say you were completely uninterested in these things?"

Essentially, these two are the same type of person. Theon is indifferent to everything, while Milo is indifferent to most things. Whether someone is the sheriff or the chairman, life goes on as usual.

"Just don't deduct my salary." Milo shrugged.

Both men wore the same menacing grin, indicating they were thinking the same thing.

After saying that, Milo added, "You know what, this guy promised to increase law enforcement and security funding. Maybe if he wins the election and comes to power, our salaries will increase. Hmm, it's kind of contradictory. He took my gun, but I still have to hope he comes to power."

"This case has become a tool in the hands of these people."

Old Theon waved his hand.

……

While the two of them were making sarcastic remarks about the higher-ups, Grasso remained silent and followed Milo, listening with an expression that seemed to indicate he understood but not quite.

"Is this what you meant by something that might have miraculous effects?"

Old Theon glanced at Grasso, then turned to Milo: "So you like this style."

"What style is it?" Milo muttered.

"A woman dressed as a man?" Old Theon said casually.

...

Outside the city, on the eastern coastline.

The docks are a major industry in the economic development of Nanwei City. Of course, the financial backers of most ports are still the top families of the noble class in Nanwei City.

I'm not exactly familiar with the York family, but we've had some contact at all.

Do you remember that aristocratic banquet that Enid dragged Milo to attend?
The guy who was supposed to propose to Enid at the banquet seems to be from the York family, but Milo has definitely forgotten his name.

After that incident, the two sides never had any contact again.

The York family lads didn't dare to take any retaliatory action, after all, the unspoken rules between the law enforcement system and the aristocracy still existed, not to mention that outsiders believed Milo had a Castor Lady standing behind him.

……

The York family's docks are large enough that they are managed by a union.

However, the so-called labor unions are not the same concept as worker associations in other industries. The labor unions here are the dock keepers hired by the York family, and they are armed.

Compared to the Sherman family's private armed forces, which could openly flaunt their hunting rifles in public, the York family was much more discreet.

After all, the extent to which nobles behaved outwardly was determined by the influence of their surname in the region, and clearly the York surname was far from reaching the level of Sherman.

Even so, the privilege of maintaining a private fleet at the docks to manage the transportation industry in and out of the coastline still existed.

Just like the existence of the Solomon gangs, the state condemned their illegal activities while simultaneously accepting the wealth they transferred from the colonies.

All seemingly contradictory phenomena are actually means of maintaining balance.

……

“Well, most of the ships are docked at this location on the east side of the pier. I’ve checked the ship entry and exit records. Two large cargo ships entered the port a week ago and haven’t left since, but there are no records of them shipping cargo. In principle, we should apply for a search warrant directly, but considering that the other party is an aristocratic enterprise and you have been suspended from your duties, we can only sneak in.”

Old Theon pulled a simple map from his pocket and then added, "Both entrances and exits of the dock are guarded by union personnel, including the coastline. We need to find a way to climb over. My gut feeling tells me there should be clues on that ship."

"You come."

Milo took the simple diagram, patted Grasso on the shoulder, and instructed:
"Get on those two cargo ships, find out if there's anything hidden in the hold, and then..."

"Go to the warehouse and get him a couple of guns, pistols, and preferably some bullets too," Old Theon added.

He was more attentive than Milo when it came to acquiring weapons.

"Anything else?" Grasso nodded.

"That's all, go on."

"okay."

……

Under the cover of night, Grasso slowly made his way to the dock.

Old Theon and Milo remained in the coastal grove.

"So what does this little girl do?"

Milo made no mention of invisibility, only briefly mentioning Grasso's profession: "thief."

"Oh~" Old Theon suddenly realized, then lit a cigarette and asked:

"How will we know if she gets caught?"

"Hmm—that is a problem, but not a big one."

Milo muttered something and turned to look at the scattered lights coming from inside the building in the direction of the dock.

Then, Milo closed his eyes.

He began to hear Grasso's panting.

Although she couldn't see the scene in front of her clearly, Milo could roughly guess that the guy was probably hopping around in some corner, and only after she worked up a sweat could she easily sneak into the dock.

It seems that apart from vision, oh no, dream manipulation cannot achieve perfect communication with any other senses, which is completely different from vengeful spirits spying.

In his immersive state, the clearest information Milo could receive was Grasso's emotions; everything else was blurry.

But that's enough.

"Remember to wait until your breathing slows down before going in, otherwise others may hear you."

Milo didn't say those words aloud.

But Grasso did indeed receive the message he was trying to convey.

……

"You know what, this remote control is actually quite useful."

Milo muttered something with his eyes closed.

He gleaned a rough understanding of the situation inside the dock from some subtle emotional shifts in Grasso and vague sensory information.

Of course, Grasso's mind was also filled with those strange thoughts...

……

However, as Grasso silently approached one of the two cargo ships, Milo suddenly began to feel fear.