Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 49 Doing Homework

Seven people were dispatched.

The six people returned to the law enforcement station.

However, the people in the law enforcement office were not surprised by this situation at all. This should be considered a routine method of Old Theon. He would use this cruel method to kick out one person from each batch of new recruits, and it was always one person who would be kicked out.

"Kicking someone out is a tradition here. It turns out he's not suited for the law enforcement team. I hope you remember this day you started. I don't care what happens to the person who gets kicked out. Of course, that doesn't mean you're any better. It just means you're a bit tougher than him, nothing more."

In the criminal investigation office, old Theon was giving a speech to the six new law enforcement officers he had brought back.

"Understood!" everyone responded.

"Then get out of here. Today is payday. Go back and collect your wages from your team leader."

With a wave of his hand, old Theon ushered the other four newcomers out of the office.

……

"I heard that probationary law enforcement officers don't receive their standard salary."

Milo took off his hat and mask and placed them on his desk.

“But probationary law enforcement officers who come back after going out with me are acceptable.” Old Theon shrugged. “It’s tradition.”

"Aren't there other new recruits in the other branches?" Milo asked.

"Of course they don't have that kind of luck," Old Theon shook his head. "You six are the best of the new recruits. Those who come after you need to undergo comprehensive training and aren't qualified to attend on the first day of work. As for the one who got kicked out, you can only blame his lack of awareness, which was stuck in the middle."

“I understand, I understand, it’s about making an example of someone.” Milo didn’t think there was anything wrong with old Theon’s methods.

"I just didn't expect you to have such a good relationship with the casino owner in Arden Village. He actually mobilized so many people to help you put on this show."

“Can’t I?” Old Theon skillfully lit a cigarette. “Let me tell you another secret. To the common people, Yaden Village is a den of bandits, but to the nobles it’s a cash cow. And to the law enforcement officers… well, to be precise, to me, it’s a huge intelligence agency.”

"Because it's a melting pot of all sorts of people?" Milo's eyes darted around, and he immediately understood.

"Yes." Old Theon nodded.
"Since we, as law enforcement officers, can't touch that place, why not make use of it? From high-ranking officials to ordinary people in Nanwei City, anyone with a little money can go to Yaden Village to fool around. Although it's not a high-end place, it's a mixed bag. If you can't catch any petty thieves in the city, just go to Yaden Village and ask someone you know. You'll know exactly what to ask."

"An acquaintance? Like that crocodile from today?"

Milo smiled knowingly.

It seems that the team leader in front of him doesn't consider himself an outsider. Although he spoke casually, he had only told Milo about this kind of unspoken rule. Other newcomers were not qualified to know about these things.

Seeing the smile on Milo's face, old Theon explained calmly:

"Don't smile so slyly. I'm not some corrupt law enforcement officer. Besides, the world isn't black and white. The reason I'm telling you this is because someone from above spoke to me and said you can be trusted."

“Our Chief of Staff?” Milo’s eyebrows twitched.

"Who else could it be?" Old Theon shrugged, turned around, took out his keys, pulled an envelope from his drawer, and tossed it to Milo:
"Here you go, this is your salary for this month."

Milo caught the envelope, felt its thickness, and instantly felt much better.

This was the first time he had ever heard of such a good thing as receiving a salary on his first day of work in Nanwei City.

And the salaries of law enforcement officers are indeed... quite generous.

Milo patted his palm with the envelope.

It really is the standard monthly salary for a regular law enforcement officer: 4000 runes.

It's worth noting that Milo's previous job as a city guard paid 1000 runes a month, while Kang, working himself to the bone for ten hours a day, only earned 1200 runes a month. In his five years in Nanwei City, including various other sources of income, he only managed to save 5 runes.

With this stable salary, they can basically be considered a middle-class family.

No wonder so many people are willing to go to great lengths to get into the law enforcement system.

"There may be many problems in the law enforcement team, and it's a high-risk profession, but one thing is certain: the funding is absolutely sufficient. You can die in a hundred ways, but you will never starve to death." Old Theon crossed his legs and leisurely smoked a cigarette.

"That's good. I'm not afraid of anything else, except being hungry." Milo grinned.

But old Theon suddenly reached out his hand to him:
"Don't play dumb, kid. Give me back those five bills. Don't tell me you lost them at the casino. If you really did lose them, you'll have to go to Yaden Village right now and get them back."

Milo then remembered that the expenses for today's duty were pooled together by everyone.

He took the 1000 runes from his pocket, pulled out 5 and returned them to old Theon, then turned and walked out.

"I'll return the rest to those people."

Halfway there, he seemed to remember something, turned to old Theon, and asked:
"By the way, can we just look at the things in the institute's archives?"

"You're a law enforcement officer now, of course you can see it, just make a record." Old Theon counted the five bills, confirmed they were correct, put them in his pocket, and looked up to ask:
What kind of information are you looking for? The Sherman family's?

"Just browsing."

Milo didn't say much, just chuckled and left the office, only to hear old Theon mutter something behind him:
"I see you're in the law enforcement office not just to save your life~"

...Ten minutes later.

After returning all the money owed to his colleagues, Milo retrieved all the documents related to the Sherman family from the archives and returned to his office.

By this time, old Theon had disappeared without a trace.

Milo spread the Sherman family's information out on the table.

The information was actually quite limited. The law enforcement agency only had basic information on the core members of the family, including all members of the Sherman family in the current three generations, as well as some publicly available information on the family's businesses. That was all.

But that's enough for Milo.

He had witnessed the arrogance of the Sherman family and personally experienced the ruthlessness of the aristocratic class.

After all, even Chief of Staff Rebecca almost couldn't save the Milo family back then.

But this was not enough to shake the deep-seated thoughts in Milo's heart in the slightest.

...

Milo's gaze lingered on Harrison Sherman's profile page, his index finger lightly tapping the name.

Milo remembered every word Harrison said on the Day of the Dead.

……

The problem now is that Milo barely has the ability to protect himself.

According to Inspector Nero, as long as he wears the black trench coat of a law enforcement officer, the Sherman family will not dare to touch him easily.

The mutual understanding between the law enforcement system and the aristocratic class, where they do not easily interfere with each other, can be considered a tacit agreement.

According to Milo, the aristocratic class is a force that has existed since the slave era and continues to this day. In short, it represents traditional power, while the law enforcement system only came into being after the country underwent earth-shattering changes, and its history is less than a hundred years old.

There are too many incompatibilities between these two forces; one could even say that they should not exist at the same time in the first place.

The reason why the aristocracy is aristocratic is that they do not need to abide by the rules and regulations that the lower classes must follow, and the purpose of the law enforcement system is to maintain those rules.

That's why such an absurd tacit understanding of not interfering with each other exists.

After all, those who sit high on the ceiling cannot do without the support of nobles, nor can they do without a law enforcement system to maintain internal stability, so they can only create checks and balances.

Similar confrontations to the one that occurred at the South City Law Enforcement Office on Day of the Dead must have happened in every corner of this country.

……

Even though he had donned the uniform of a law enforcement officer, the peace he gained was only temporary.

A spoiled brat like Cirián, being a direct descendant of a noble family, would not let things rest after suffering such a great loss. Their revenge against the Valrocan family would come sooner or later.

However, for some reason, Milo can no longer fully rely on Nero's protection; to be precise, he cannot fully trust Nero.

Of course, it's even less likely that one can rely on the church organization represented by De La Shaw; that's an even deeper, more unfathomable mess, and too much contact with them might just bring even more trouble upon oneself.

So ultimately, we have to find a solution ourselves.

……

Milo took out his notebook and compiled a list of all the names of the core members of the Sherman family and their generational relationships.

Cillian was the eldest son of the third generation of the Sherman family, while Harrison was a second-generation figure, and by seniority, he should be Cillian's uncle.

Milo compiled the entire family into a tree diagram, with each character annotated.

He took very detailed notes, especially regarding Harrison's current department and position, as well as his background information...

He was so engrossed in his studies that he didn't even notice someone enter his office.

Milo didn't realize what was happening until the other person asked him.

"what are you doing?"

Milo looked up and saw that familiar figure—Rebecca, his current boss's boss.

Even in the law enforcement office, Rebecca wears a mask. She is standing in front of Milo's desk, her gaze fixed on the documents on the table.

Rebecca frowned at the mere sight of the surname Sherman:

“I’m warning you, don’t even think about taking any revenge on the Sherman family. You’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg of the power of the nobility. They’re not targeting you right now, so don’t just throw your life away.”

“What? How could I dare?” Milo grinned, speaking with an air of nonchalance.
"I just wanted to find out how many people wanted to kill me. If I'm going to die, I should at least know why, right?"

He casually closed his notebook, took the pouch from his waist and placed it on the table, naturally changing the subject:
"By the way, I picked out a brand new revolver today. Could you tell me some questions about gun maintenance?"

(End of this chapter)