In a tavern in the dragon cave in Tallinn District, there are round wine tables.

Men in shirts and rolling up their sleeves were talking and laughing loudly.

Today is October 3rd, and there are 2 days left before the internal promotion ceremony of the police station in October.

Police officers voted in the October assessment within the police station, and ordinary police officers are qualified to select the person they think is more suitable to be the sheriff.

Although this is only part of the overall internal assessment, from the perspective of the senior police station, this is also a direction for the people.

A sheriff has to lead the team, but the people below are unhappy. No matter how capable the sheriff is, it is impossible for him to drag the entire team forward alone.

As usual, those officers who are already the next candidate for the sheriff will have to invite other colleagues to have a barbecue and a wine, no matter whether they can be selected in the end.

In everyone's eyes, this is a way to show that you will not treat your brothers badly after you take office.

If anyone does not invite him, he will be considered a miser, and even those who may become a group of brothers in the future will not pay. If there is any credit, wouldn’t it be their turn?

Therefore, you must invite this meal, but there are some considerations in which you can invite and how you can invite it.

Some people who have low achievements and relatively low prestige must provide food, drink and fun, because this is of a request nature and cannot be careless. Generally speaking, there are three steps.

A meal of meat, a party of wine, a walk in the golden cup.

This is to pull some people who were originally in a swing position to themselves, and to vote more so as to help them get ahead.

Those who are both experts in case-solving and have high prestige are inevitable, but their method of treating guests is different from the above.

Their abilities are paid attention to in the minds of the senior police station officials. They only need to get a small number of tickets, so they usually find a more upscale tavern with barbecue and wine.

Put your shoulders and grab the flesh, and you will take a bite of it.

Deep feelings, full of boredom, whoever leaves tonight will be the dog.

This is to win over his own power. Later, he became a sheriff. These people followed him and gave him a lot of money.

To become a sheriff, these are all necessary preparations.

The one in this Heat tavern tonight is the most promising candidate among the next police chief candidates, Maury Rodney.

After three years of employment, he worked diligently. This time, the head of the Personnel Department of the Police Department almost patted his shoulder and told him to go to the garment shop to measure the size, and first customize the formal outfits that the sheriff should wear at the inauguration ceremony.

Although such a person is not luxurious at a party, he thinks of the most people. After all, everyone wants to follow a sheriff with a capable and good deeds to his subordinates.

"Everyone will not return until I am drunk today. When I get promoted, I will be brothers!"

Holding the wine glass, Maury Rodney's face glowed with red light, he held the shoulders of his friends beside him, and a leg of lamb in his empty hands, he chewed it first, and then passed it down one by one.

“Oh~~”

Cheers spread in the private room, and the police officers who were so excited that they didn't care whether anyone had chewed the place they chewed before. They took it over and showed their generousness.

"Bob, please help me. I have to go to the bathroom. I was so disappointed by your toast."

"Go, I'm here."

As people who joined the company at the same time as Maury Rodney, they are brothers who are alive. This time Rodney was promoted, he was also very happy because they would work together in the future. There was a sheriff guarding him, and many things would be different.

Drinking here is still full of alcohol, Maury Rodney swayed and asked the passing waiter where the toilet was, touching the wall all the way.

However, when he walked through the crowd and came to the toilet, before he could push the door and entered, his waist suddenly felt a pain, and he couldn't help but fall to the side. The next second he was helped and entered a nearby private room in a tavern.

There is no hot atmosphere here, only a few glasses of light wine, a few plates of barbecue, and a few people who eat their own food.

Putting Maury Rodney next to an object on the side of the private room that looked a bit like a coffin, the man sat down and took out a copy of the information from the file bag in front of him.

"Maury Rodney, 27, unmarried..."

"Needless to say, I remember the information, I'll come to this person."

A man with a similar figure in Maury Rodney who was sitting on the left side of the table stood up, walked to Maury Rodney, and reached out to the man who had been carrying Maury Rodney in before.

He casually put the information belonging to Maury Rodney on the candlelight and burned it to ashes.

A mechanical box was handed to the other party's hand, and the latter raised his hand to open it. There was an injection in it, and some white liquid was stored in the transparent syringe.

"How do you use this thing?"

Holding the syringe, he inserted it into his vein without saying a word, and asked while injecting it.

"The effect of the phantom needle is that it has been prepared long ago. Just stare at his appearance. Don't think too much. As long as the transformation is successful, unless you use another needle, no spell or detecting potion will find out your true appearance."

"Understood."

His eyes remained on Maury Rodney, and his whole body was gradually changing.

In less than 5 minutes, including the time to change clothes, the new Maury Rodney appeared.

He grabbed Maury Rodney on the ground with one hand and threw it into the coffin-like long box next to him. There was a big mouth covered with sharp teeth on the lower layer of wooden blocks immediately.

Chewing silently, swallowing silently.

Some patterns appeared on the wooden boards around the "coffin", and the old Maury Rodney had disappeared.

"Your sucking box...you have gotten all this kind of strange thing. You are a must-have product for killing and robbing people."

He pulled his clothes on his body, glanced at the cannibal box that had returned to its original state, and took a big step away from the private room.

Before coming to the previous private room, I took out a pill from my pocket and swallowed it. My cheeks began to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the smell of alcohol began to smell in my breath.

"Well...brothers...ah...brothers...brothers..."

Adjust your voice, open the door of the private room, and integrate into it with a smile on your face.

**

The largest and most exquisite villa in the government area belongs to the Garcia family.

Semyal Garcia sat behind a desk in the study, his chair was trait-like and fitted with his body, so that he could relax and rest while working late at night.

In front of him was a confidant who had worked hard for years, an old man who seemed to be a teenager older than him, Demingham Deputy Mayor Mark Darren.

"Your Excellency, this attack on the Irving family is as simple as a private assassination."

Mark Darren did not have much restraint in front of Semyel Garcia. He leaned slightly and leaned against the right handle to support his body.

"It's a private conversation, Uncle Mark, you should call me Semier."

That's right, the deputy mayor is Semiel Garcia's uncle. When his father was mayor, Mark Darren was the deputy mayor. Semiel Garcia often followed him to study.

"Semil, well... the attack Connery Irving faced was not an accident."

Since it was a private conversation, the formulaic rhetoric naturally disappeared in the sentence. Mark supported his fingers under his nose, which was his habitual movement when he was thinking.

"Oh? I thought someone wanted to kill Connery Irving when he lost power. After all, this was a person who was in office to protect Demingham, but there were many enemies in the tree."

Semire lit two cigars, first gave them to Mark opposite him, then grabbed the remaining one in his hand, took a sip, the smoke rose, raised his eyebrows, and cheered up a little.

"Now, as the director of the police station, as a dominant strongman, Bechimo Edward is now in his prime for about twenty years. After this period, Connery Irving should be old. At that time, the only one who succeeds the Irving family will not affect anything. The people who were suppressed by him before are not fools. They will not provoke someone who will no longer threaten them for the sake of the filthiness of the past..."

The discussion between the two always falls into silence, and thinking takes up most of the time.

"If it weren't for the filthy business, then they were worried that one day Connery Irving would regain power and continue to suppress them?"

The occurrence of something will definitely lead to a result. If someone deliberately expects this result, then other people can use this result to infer what position the people who are expecting it to appear are in.

Semyr and Mark are doing this.

Dongdongdongdongdong~

The knock on the door and the thoughts of both of them were interrupted.

"Semil, you should go to bed. It's already 10 o'clock in the evening. Uncle Mark is not young anymore."

A woman's voice came out of the door, Ivy Garcia, the mayor's wife.

"Look at my brain, it's ten o'clock before I know it. Uncle Mark, please go back first. It will be bad for your health later. If anything happens, we'll talk about it tomorrow morning."

"Actually... well, Semyr, that's all here today. In the last sentence, a lot of things have happened in Demingham recently, the death of Storm Goniz, the thunderstorm case back then... Nowadays, I have a premonition against Connery's assassination, there are evil beasts waiting for an opportunity to move under the night sky. As the mayor, the helmator of Demingham's ship, you should watch more and think more... and pay more attention to your own safety. You must know that your existence is one of Demingham's security guarantees, and you must carry the protection of the family."

Mark held Semiel's hand and said in harmony.

After being the deputy mayor for nearly 30 years, Mark Darren's body has become old, but his wisdom is still profound and his response to potential conspiracies is as sharp as ever.

The man outside the door moved his ears slightly. When he heard the conversation inside, the cold light in his eyes was slightly restrained.
Chapter completed!