Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 84 Strange Weapon

Late at night, in the conference hall of the law enforcement headquarters.

Three middle-aged men sat around the front of the long conference table. They were Nero and two other law enforcement inspectors from Nanwei City, one bald and the other with his left eye covered by an eyepatch.

Three men, three heavy smokers, filling the huge conference room with smoke...

"The men have already been sent out. Let's see if there are any results in a few days." Nero picked up a glass of whiskey with ice in front of him and took a slow sip.

"Just two people, one of whom is a complete newbie. Isn't this just sending them to their deaths?" The blindfolded inspector exhaled a puff of smoke.

“Just a routine patrol.” Nero shook his head.

"The last patrol team I sent to Icom was completely wiped out." The bald inspector's voice was low, but there was no emotion in his tone, as if he were describing something very ordinary.

"It's not like having more people will make things get done," Nero replied casually.

"I thought you would always protect that little girl like a treasure, so why did you suddenly harden your heart this time?" The blindfolded inspector turned his remaining right eye toward Nero, his slightly cloudy pupil looking at Nero calmly.

Nero pointed at the ceiling and said, "Those lunatics from Solomon have gone too far in the town of Icom. Before things are fully exposed, the enforcement team must keep things under control. You two are a man who values ​​talent and a man who values ​​his life, so I'll have to make the arrangements. Stop making sarcastic remarks in front of me."

“How could that be considered a sarcastic remark?” The bald inspector tapped the table rhythmically with his fingers. “Since this is only a preliminary investigation, you must have further plans in mind. How about… the renowned Inspector Nero personally leads the team? Or is it that after all these years, you still dare not set foot in that area?”

"Hmph." Nero did not respond directly to the other party's words.

Instead, it was the blindfolded inspector who spoke up:

"The higher-ups have handed the Icam case over to us, so of course they won't let you handle it all by yourself. How about this... once the news of the deaths of those two kids you sent out comes back, my people will take over the case. Let the professionals handle the professional matters, okay?"

“Reports of deaths have already come back, but they are from assassins who blocked the road. Solomon’s sources are far more reliable than yours.” Nero glanced at the two beside him, making no attempt to hide the sarcasm in his eyes.

"So fast?" The bald inspector glanced down at his watch. "So they took action on the way?"

"It's just one of Solomon's usual tricks. Sending some insignificant nobodys as a greeting, or rather, a show of force, to warn your two little brats not to get too excited, because bigger trouble is yet to come." The blindfolded inspector said to Nero, "To be honest, it's their business how much pressure they're under. There's absolutely no need to send our men to their deaths before we have absolute certainty. Once those two brats arrive in Icom, tell them to make a routine trip and come back. The matter in Icom isn't something you and I can resolve on our own."

"Don't repeat the same mistakes. Don't forget what happened with the Criminal Investigation Department of the Chengnan Law Enforcement Bureau," the bald inspector said casually.

“Those are two different things, don’t confuse them.” Nero’s face was grim.

……

...

The four hired thugs could only survive one life, as the remaining two each had only half a body left. In the middle of the night, the train stopped at a station, and local law enforcement took away the body and the two thugs. Rebecca had a brief discussion with the local law enforcement officer and then returned to the train without delaying her journey.

In the first-class compartment, Milo watched Rebecca sitting opposite him, diligently wiping her brass knuckles with a towel.

This was the first time Milo had seen Rebecca use any weapons other than a flintlock musket and two broken blades.

Prior to this, he and the deceased Karl shared similar views on weapon selection: efficiency and simplicity were paramount. They criticized weapons that were flashy or had a traditional feel, such as flintlock muskets and the exquisite rapiers in the law enforcement arsenal.

This also includes Rebecca's two short blades that can be assembled and disassembled.

"I know what you're thinking."

Rebecca lowered her head and carefully cleaned the bloodstains from some of the hard-to-reach areas on the brass knuckles.

"You probably think that simple and brutal weapons are more useful."

“Isn’t that right?” Milo picked up another brass knuckles that had been cleaned from the table, weighed it in his hand, and found that the little thing was heavy and substantial.

"That's because you haven't seen the real Mysterious Weapon series," Rebecca replied calmly.

"What kind of mysterious weapon?"

Milo had never heard of this thing before, and not only him, Karl had no record of the term in his memory either.

"A series of weapons without any written record, supposedly created by a certain assassin organization in the last century. They combined alchemy with mechanical technology that had spread from overseas to create many powerful killing weapons... When the law enforcement system was first established, it was always looking for information on this series of weapons, hoping to inherit these technologies. However, due to the emergence of firearms, that investigation project was gradually shelved."

Rebecca pointed to a very small enforcer totem on the side of the brass knuckles and said:
"The Judgment Scythe is one of the strange weapons." "Another piece of useless extracurricular knowledge," Milo muttered.

"If you say it's useless, then it's useless." Rebecca never had a strong desire to win verbal battles; she preferred to let the facts speak for themselves.

After thoroughly cleaning the knuckle duster in her hand, she held it in her hand and squeezed it slightly.

Click.

The thick knuckle duster suddenly blossomed like a flower along the edge of the fist, accompanied by a crisp metallic clanging sound. Those sharp and piercing "petals" were exposed to the air, revealing their exquisite and delicate structure.

Milo stared blankly at the deformed brass knuckles for three seconds before finally understanding why a blunt weapon could have left those unlucky guys on the train terrace with their skin torn and bleeding...

"Cunning weapon?"

It was indeed flashy, but this time Milo no longer looked down on it. In his view, which he believed far surpassed the technological level of this era, such an exquisite mechanical structure was rare even in his original world.

Because brass knuckles are a type of blunt weapon that needs to maintain structural strength, the more complex the internal structure, the more difficult it is to maintain the overall frame's strength. Simply put, the simpler the structure, the less resistant it is to impacts.

However, the seemingly unremarkable little gadget in Rebecca's hands has managed to strike a balance between complexity and strength, which is extremely difficult to achieve.

“After the advent of firearms, no one bothered to research these things anymore.” Rebecca released the brass knuckles and put away the two extremely lethal little things.

That's definitely how it should be.

Imagine a weapon like the Remington revolver on Milo's waist, capable of knocking down a horse with a single pull of the trigger. With such explosive power and mass-producible weapon technology, researching those obscure technologies that have disappeared into the annals of history would be somewhat of a waste of effort.

But nothing is absolute.

It's like a church that has already gathered top academic scholars from all over the country, but still insists on studying theology.

This is inherently a very contradictory thing.

Therefore, it's understandable that law enforcement officers like Rebecca are passionate about ancient weapons.

……

"Never mind, let's talk about those unlucky guys instead."

Milo rubbed his forehead:
Have you ever had contact with the Solomon Gang?

"A bunch of outlaws who, after taking off their uniforms, began to work for profit." Rebecca offered a concise and succinct summary:
“I haven’t had any contact with this gang since I became an adult. Many people say that this gang only appeared after the end of the Western War, but that’s not true.”

"When did that start?" Milo raised an eyebrow. The information he had previously received from Nero mentioned that the Solomon gang was formed by retired soldiers after the end of the Western War, but now, judging from Rebecca's words, it seemed that this gang had a much longer history.

“Before the Western War, the royal family had already been developing colonies in the southeastern seas for nearly 40 years. Even back then, there were already instances of plundering in cooperation between the military and the weapons and shipping development companies. Their behavior in the colonies was much more rampant than in the country, but due to the difficulty of sea transportation and the lack of information, no one knew about it.” Rebecca recounted in detail.

"Many people now say that Solomon is the middle name of the gang leader, while others say it is the full name of the gang's highest leadership. But in fact, the name Solomon already existed overseas during the colonial plunder era."

"How do you know all this?" Milo suddenly became interested.

“I was born on a small island in the South China Sea. My family lived through the era of colonial plunder. When I was just old enough to understand things, I had already heard the name Solomon from the adults.” Rebecca said calmly, “After I turned 13, my family followed the migrants to live on the mainland. At that time, the Western War had not yet broken out.”

“I’ve gained some useful extracurricular knowledge.” Milo secretly remembered what Rebecca had said.

“I’m telling you all this to let you know that although this field mission is only a preliminary investigation, it doesn’t mean it will be simple or easy. The Solomon’s resources and methods are no less than those of the Church, much less those of the nobility. In the most remote areas, they are the truly dangerous force,” Rebecca said solemnly to Milo.

"You're just a new recruit who recently passed the law enforcement assessment. I don't have any requirements for you. In this mission, your only task is to protect yourself. Leave the rest to me... Of course, you don't need to feel too much pressure. Just be cautious. Um... Don't wander around, don't act impulsively, stay within my sight, and I can guarantee you'll return to Nanwei City alive. Understand?"

Milo blinked blankly.

He had initially thought that after the fight at the back of the train, Rebecca would reprimand him for his inaction.

I never expected her to say something like that.

Milo grinned:
"Okay, boss, I promise I won't do anything reckless."

(End of this chapter)