Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 60 Chaos
Cillian Sherman.

The eldest son of the current youngest generation at Sherman Estate.

According to the normal plot, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he should be the one to receive the title in this generation.

Because his father, Dylan, was the legal rightful heir.

Therefore, Cillian was raised from a young age to be a future senator. Literature, science, music, shooting, horseback riding—before he reached adulthood, his time was basically filled with all sorts of courses except for eating and sleeping…

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After he grew up, for some reason, his father Dylan strictly forbade Cillian from entering or leaving the pleasure house.

Cillian had no choice but to find another way.

He wanted to solicit prostitutes on the estate, but such behavior, which would damage the reputation of the nobility, was not allowed. So, most of the time, he could only go out to "hunt for food" with his entourage and bodyguards.

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Many of the elders were well aware of Cillian's actions.

But apart from his uncle, no one ever warned him.

The reason is simple: too many people in the manor are waiting for Cirion's misdeeds to be exposed.

This wait lasted for more than ten or twenty years.

Until a few months ago, Cillian met a girl at a factory owned by the Sherman family that aroused his irresistible impulses.

She was the kind of person who was aloof but not completely unapproachable, with a delicate figure but a few eyes that hinted at determination, and an air of slight illness about her.

It's very complex; it can arouse a man's protective instincts while also stirring up the evil destructive desires deep within his heart.

Cillian was completely captivated after just one glance at the other person.

Countless ways to destroy this delicate flower popped into his mind.

But before he could realize these ideas, he was kicked into the alchemical furnace and broke his leg.

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This was the first time Cillian had felt that someone dared to challenge his authority, and that he had truly suffered a loss.

But it was on this occasion that his grandfather gave a strict order, confining him to the manor to recover from his injuries, and forbidding anyone from taking any retaliatory action.

Cillian was a womanizer, but he wasn't stupid. He knew why his grandfather did this. It was all for the sake of the family's reputation. Perhaps his grandfather was doing something important in the Upper House at that time and couldn't afford any negative publicity.

Therefore, Cillian chose to endure.

He knew that if he obediently followed orders at this time and created an image of someone who had been wronged but prioritized the greater good, he and his father would gain more respect in his grandfather's eyes.

As for revenge, there will be plenty of time after I recover from my injuries.

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Then comes the story of the Day of the Dead.

The happy memories of Cillian's early life have almost come to an end here.

Because when he woke up in his hospital bed, the doctor told him, "We did our best."

And not just once.

It happened three times in a row.

Cillian didn't know how many times he had been stabbed during those three surgeries; the only thing he remembered was the stab wound he received on the night of the Day of the Dead.

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After that, Cillian broke down completely.

Cillian felt wronged.

After realizing his situation, only one thing remained in his mind: to kill the entire Milo family.

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He woke up groggily on the cold hospital bed.

He had been in a coma for the past few days, unaware of anything. The first thing he did after waking up was to pull out the IV drip from his hand. He tried to get out of bed, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, he realized he had no strength at all and practically rolled off the bed.

He tried to call for help, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with stones, hoarse and dry, and he couldn't make a sound.

After staggering to his feet, he vaguely heard some strange noises.

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When Cillian forced himself out of the ward despite the excruciating pain, he stood there motionless for a long time.

He saw the clothes the two men had taken off scattered on the ground, and under one of the coats was a pistol.

Cillian walked over without a word, picked up the pistol...

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...

Ten minutes ago.

In the pleasure house.

Eileen revealed some news to Dylan—the hospital had notified him that his son's condition had worsened and he needed to be transferred to the hospital.

Therefore, Dylan arrived at the hospital "on time".

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That night.

The VIP ward suite was filled with shouts, screams, groans, and cries of pain...

Of course, with Dylan's arrival, the family was reunited.

All these chaotic sounds fell silent after an extremely abrupt gunshot.

There was deathly silence in the ward.

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At this moment, Milo, who was sitting on the windowsill eating cookies, finally felt that his ears could be quiet.

After the gunshots rang out, he saw the newspaper media, who had been waiting in ambush downstairs at the hospital, rush in. He nodded in satisfaction, ate the rest of the biscuits, dusted off the crumbs on his hands, and glanced at the situation inside the ward.

To his surprise, the person lying in a pool of blood was Dylan...

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Everyone in the hospital ward's living room was stunned.

Before another round of screams and wails could erupt, Milo chose to make his escape.

Walking home, Milo felt neither refreshed nor guilty; his mind was perfectly calm.

Dylan is dead.

This is not the ultimate goal of Project Milo.

Logically speaking, given Cirion's half-dead state, he shouldn't have such accurate marksmanship. However, Milo overlooked one point: as a nobleman's son, Cirion's training and education from a young age included firearms shooting.

But then Milo thought about it again and realized something was wrong. His aim was off; the gun should have been pointed at Harrison, not at Dylan's head.

Of course, the answer to this question is no longer important.

The last thing Milo saw through the gap in the curtains was Cillian's delirious laughter; he must have been completely driven mad by this series of stimuli.

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All that's left is to wait for tomorrow morning's newspapers to see how the major newspapers will describe tonight's dramatic and bizarre story.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Harrison's claim to the title is likely off, and he will probably lose his position on the Oversight Committee as well.

The only pity was that the bullet didn't hit Harrison's head.

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(End of this chapter)