Mayor Jean tried to make his expression look polite, and he asked Luo Songxi, "What about Old John?"

"He ......" Luo Songxi didn't know how to describe Old John's whereabouts, and said vaguely, "He's gone......"

"Then let him come back quickly," said Mayor Jean quickly, "and you are not yet an adult, and he will take on the responsibility of guardianship." Son, I've seen you have a bit of auditory hallucinations since you came in, and I'm sure you're hysterical. Go out and walk along the long street, there is Gasol's pharmacy, and you ask old John to accompany you to buy some calming medicine. ”

"......" Luo Songxi really wants to go back, you have hysteria, and your whole family has hysteria.

If you see the earth-shattering battle between Old John and the man in gray, you will definitely believe the gravity of the situation.

At this time, the mayor's administrative secretary walked in, and it was a middle-aged woman who looked puffed up all day. She threw a folder on Mayor Jean's desk, and said without any face:

"The Federal Post reporter has arrived, and the interview outline is on it. The interview is scheduled to start at 1 p.m., and in hellish weather, if you want to accompany someone to visit the town of Tarta by yourself, no one wants to accompany you. ”

Mayor Jean may have been accustomed to the tone of the secretary's speech, so he picked up the document on the table disapprovingly, threw Luo Songxi aside, and read the contents of the document carefully with his glasses on.

It wasn't until he finished reading it that he remembered that Luo Songxi was still there, and said to Luo Songxi in a serious voice, "Even if what you said is true, just relying on the security power of Tarta Town, what evil black magic do you think you can solve?"

"I'll tell you, if nothing else, but the Faphyr bandits," Mayor Jean held up three fingers, "as long as three come, on horseback and with muskets, all the people of Talta will have to flee for their lives." ”

"They don't come to town because they have a tacit understanding with them. If there really are those mysterious things you said, you should go to the Joint Security Committee, or find an even more mysterious Elven Ranger. Go ahead, go ahead, I still have important things. ”

After speaking, he waved his hand to Luo Songxi impatiently and sent the deflated teenager away, he was already impatiently looking forward to the afternoon interview.

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In the afternoon, Mayor Jean's dress was meticulously groomed, and the top hat perfectly covered the top of his bald head, which was completely different from the image that Luo Songxi saw in the office in the morning.

With the help of the weather, and the wind and sand were small, he accompanied a female reporter from the Federal Post's West Star State reporter station on the long street in front of the town's central square. Although the female secretary complained, she found a clerk to follow him to strengthen her momentum.

Although it was the end of the year, Jean was still sweating because of his nervousness. But the occasional beads of sweat dripping from his chubby face would be carefully wiped away by him with a silk handkerchief.

"The town centre square is being renovated and we are trying to give the residents a beautiful place to live," Jean told the reporter as he walked, "and as you can see, the town of Tarta is quite safe. Thanks to the joint efforts of the state and town governments, this is a peaceful and tranquil town. ”

According to the Federal Executive Rotation Regulations, Jean's tenure in Tarta will finally come to an end next spring, and wherever he is transferred will be better than in a place where even crows don't want to stay.

In fact, after nine years in Tarta Town, it can be seen that Jean is no longer the stunned young man who even dares to report his boss, and the edges and corners of his body have long been smoothed, leaving only a sleek belly and a double chin.

This time, he spent a lot of money to invite a reporter from the Federal Post to come over and do a full-page interview for him, just to pave the way for next spring's rotation.

As soon as he finished saying that the town of Tarta was "safe and secure", a black shadow flew past him, and the wind that brought up his pretty top hat blew to the ground, and blew it in the yellowish sand, revealing his baldness.

He hurried to pick up his top hat, and prepared to beckon the sheriff behind him to see who the reckless boy who had disgraced him was—the dark shadow seemed familiar to him. But it was at this time that he heard the rumbling sound of horses' hooves.

It was the Favonius bandits, and Jean immediately recognized the source of the damned sound of horses' hooves.

It stands to reason that it is very rare for the Favonius to appear in the area of the center of town, let alone in such a large and arrogant manner as they do today. After all, this is a tacit understanding that everyone has had for many years.

But this time—Jean counted, a whole dozen horses, which were galloping in his direction as if they were desperate, three times more than the "only three Faphyr bandits" he had given in the morning.

Jean used all his strength to keep himself from falling to the ground.

And Jean's clerk was already hanging limply on Jean's arm, and asked with a crying voice, "Didn't Sheriff Bob say that he had already greeted a few gangs of Faphyr bandits, and they won't be out for the next two days......"

And the Favonar bandits also have elemental muskets. The Zephyr bandit led by him was already filling the gun with elemental crystals, and I saw him raise his gun and shoot it at the black shadow running in front of him.

A small blazing white fireball, dragging a beautiful flame tail, flew happily out of the chamber of the gun, but the accuracy of the shooting was poor in the movement, and the fireball only hit the stone staircase of a building in front of it, knocking the stone staircase out of a hole in the boss.

Looking at this pit and the color of this white ball, you can know that this elemental musket is a high-grade product, and the compression talisman array in the chamber of the gun will at least compress the fireball to more than eight times before it can produce such a great destructive power.

The twelve Faphyr bandits were obviously rushing towards the black shadow in front of them, and they chased after them very quickly, and when they passed in front of Jean's gang, they did not pause at all.

But it took Jean a full five minutes to break free from his panic, and he saw that his clerk had fainted in his arms in an intimate position.

At this time, the high-pitched voice of the female reporter remembered behind him, "Mr. Jean, is this good security? Is this peace and tranquility? On behalf of the Federal Post and the entire people of West Star State, I want to ask you for an explanation!"

"Why is it that in broad daylight there are such a large number of bandits in the town of Tarta that they can already pose a threat to any citizen of this town. Could it be that under your rule, the security of the town of Tarta has collapsed to such an extent?"

"And that sentence, what do you mean that you have already greeted several groups of Zephyr bandits? Can I understand that you and your subordinates have some contact and collusion with the bandits?"

Female journalists are also fine, and there is a federal proverb that says, "Federal journalists run faster than anyone else." But it was because she was running so fast that her high heels accidentally got stuck in the crack of the stone steps and then broke to her ankle.

At this time, she was holding her foot, trying to get an explanation for her swollen and sore ankle.

Gene knew that even as the highest-ranking mayor of the federal, he was still a small man in front of the high-spirited reporter of the Federation's No. 1 newspaper.

For the sake of this injured ankle, she has enough energy, and through the influence of public opinion, not only can his rotation be in vain, but also will make him fall into endless integrity investigation and accountability procedures.

The end result may even be to go to prison with his old boss to be a companion.

After so many years of hard work and seeing that it was about to come to naught, Jean turned around and looked at the female reporter with exquisite makeup, and the stubbornness of the year seemed to have returned to him.

He straightened out the neckline, which had been crooked in fright, smoothed out a few folds in the sleeves of his gown, and spoke calmly:

"Dear journalist friends, as you can see, the westerly bandits are raging in the Tarta region, and as the chief executive of a place, I have an unshirkable responsibility. Today I don't want to defend myself, but I want to explain the source of the problem of the Zephyr bandits - here, I want to report that the corruption of the state government of the West Star State is the source of the problem of the Zephyr bandits. ”

"According to the budget plan approved by the state council of the western star state, we can only get less than 30% of the annual allocation for defense and law and order projects in the town of Tarta. According to the local preparedness plan approved by the West Star State Security Committee, we can only get less than 20% of the combat equipment that should be given to the town of Tarta every year. ”

"At present, of the 41 sheriffs at all levels approved in Tarta Town, only 5 can receive full salaries normally, and only 3 are conditionally equipped with guns. That is to say, the total number of guns in one of our towns is not as many as the guns of the wave of Favonius bandits just now. ”

"According to the precautionary plan, a mechanical assault vehicle should be allocated to the town of Tarta every three years, along with the corresponding maintenance parts, but this item was actually in office for nine years and nine months, and I never received it. ”

"Yes, there is still a mechanical assault truck in the Sheriff's Department warehouse, but the goods from twelve years ago have long been inoperable eight years ago due to lack of maintenance, what do you want us to use to chase these Zephyr bandits who come and go like the wind?"

"Over the years, I've sent countless letters to state offices, state legislatures, and state safety commissions, asking where the money and equipment are going, but to no avail. It was not until one occasion that we captured a Faphyr bandit and found the factory number of the State Ordnance Factory on the seized gun, and by tracing this number, we confirmed that it was a firearm that should have been allocated to the town of Tarta in a given year. ”

"Of course, this does not mean that a department of the state government sold the guns to the Zephyr bandits, but it is enough to prove that the phenomenon of the outflow of official guns has been so blatantly done: even the number on the gun has been too lazy to erase ......"

"I implore all citizens to be informed and thoroughly investigated about this situation, otherwise, the inhabitants of the town of Tartara will forever live under the butcher's knife of the Zephyr bandits. ”