In a tavern in the Dragon Hunter's Cave in Tallinn, round wine tables are staggered.

Men in shirts and rolled up sleeves were talking and laughing loudly.

Today is October 3rd, and there are still 2 days to go before the internal promotion ceremony of the police department in October.

Within the police department, there is a vote of police officers in the October evaluation, and ordinary police officers are eligible to choose the person they think is more suitable to be the sergeant.

Although this is only a part of the overall internal assessment, from the perspective of the top management of the police department, it is also a kind of people's orientation.

A sheriff has to lead a team, and the people below are not aligned, and no matter how good the sheriff is, it is impossible for him to drag the whole team forward alone.

Traditionally, those who are already candidates for the next sheriff's term, regardless of whether they are ultimately elected or not, have to treat their colleagues to a barbecue and a drink.

In everyone's eyes, this is a way to show that they will not treat their brothers badly when they become high.

Whoever doesn't invite them will be considered misers, and they won't even give to those who might become a team of brothers in the future, so if there is any credit, won't it be their turn at all?

Therefore, this meal must be invited, but where to invite and how to invite, there is also something particular about this.

Some people who do not have high merit on weekdays and have relatively low prestige must eat, drink and have fun, because this is of a requesting nature, and they cannot be sloppy, generally speaking, there are three steps.

A meal of meat, a piece of wine, and a walk in the gold house.

This is to pull some people who were originally in a vacillating position to themselves and get more votes, so as to help them get into the position.

And those who are masters of solving cases on weekdays and have high enough prestige will inevitably have this meal, but their hospitality methods are different from those above.

Their abilities are noticed in the minds of the police department higher-ups, and they only need to get a small number of tickets, so they usually find a more upscale tavern with barbecue and wine.

Shoulder-to-shoulder, grasping meat, you take a bite and I take a bite.

The feelings are deep, a mouthful, whoever goes tonight is the dog.

This is to win over his own forces, and in the future he became a sheriff, and these people followed him, and the credit was a lot.

If you want to become a sheriff, these are all necessary preparations.

In this hot tavern tonight is the most promising candidate for the next sheriff of the police department, Maury Rodney.

After three years of hard work, this time the chief of the personnel department of the police station almost patted him on the shoulder and told him to go to the garment shop to measure the size, and first order the formal clothes to be worn at the inauguration ceremony of the sergeant.

Such a person, although his party is not extravagant, but the number of people who want to come is the most, after all, everyone wants to follow a capable and good sheriff to his subordinates.

"Everyone is not drunk today, and when I am promoted, everyone is still brothers!"

Holding a wine glass, Maury Rodney's face glowed red, holding the shoulders of his friends around him, and a leg of lamb in his empty hand, he nibbled on it himself first, and then passed it down one by one.

"Oh~~"

The cheers spread in the private room, and the police officers who drank to the point of excitement didn't care if someone had gnawed on the place they had eaten before, and took a sip to show their boldness.

"Bob, you can say hello to me, I need to go to the bathroom, and the whole person who was toasted by you was a little dazed. ”

"Go ahead, here I am. ”

As the same person who joined Maury Rodney at the same time, the two of them are brothers who have died, and this time Rodney was promoted, he is also very happy, because the two will work together in the future, there is a sheriff on the cover, and many things will be different.

Still drinking heavily, Maury Rodney staggered to the waiter's toilet and touched the wall all the way.

However, when he walked through the crowd and came to the edge of the toilet, before he could push the door in, his back suddenly hurt, and he involuntarily fell to the side, and the next second he was helped into a nearby tavern private room.

There's no fiery atmosphere, just a few glasses of light wine, a few plates of barbecue, and a few people eating their own food.

Placing Maury Rodney next to what looked like a coffin on the side of the room, the man sat down and pulled a document from the file bag in front of him.

"Maury Rodney, 27, unmarried......"

"Needless to say, I have all the information in mind, and I will come here for this person. ”

A man of similar stature to Mauri Rodney, who was sitting on the left side of the table, stood up, walked over to Maury Rodney's side, and extended his hand to the man who had carried Maury Rodney in earlier.

He casually put the materials belonging to Maury Rodney on the candle flame and burned them to ashes.

A mechanical box was handed to the other person, who raised his hand to open it, and inside was a syringe, and some white liquid was stored in the transparent syringe.

"How do you use this thing?"

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

"Transfiguration Injection, the effect is already pre-concocted, you just have to stare at his appearance, don't think too much, as long as the transformation is successful, unless you use another needle, no spell or detection potion will be able to discover your true appearance. ”

"Understood. ”

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

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

Grabbing Maury Rodney on the ground with one hand, he threw it into the coffin-like box next to it, and immediately there was a large mouth full of sharp teeth on the wooden block below.

Silent chewing, silent swallowing.

Some patterns appear on the wooden planks around the coffin, and the old Maury Rodney is gone.

"Cannibal Box...... This kind of strange thing has actually been obtained by you, killing people and selling goods, a must-have product. ”

Pulling the clothes off his body, he glanced at the cannibal box that had returned to its original state, and strode out of the private room.

Before coming to the previous private room, he took out a pill from his pocket and swallowed it, his cheeks began to flush at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the smell of alcohol began to appear in his exhaled breath.

"Hmm..... Brothers...... Ahem...... Brothers......"

Adjust your voice, open the door of the private room, and blend in with a smile on your face.

**

The largest and most elaborate villa in the government district belonged to the Garcia family.

Semir Garcia sat behind a desk in his study, his chair was characteristic, fitting perfectly to his body, so that he could relax while working late at night.

In front of him was a confidant who had worked together all these years, an old man who looked to be a dozen years older than him, Mark Darren, the deputy mayor of Drenham.

"Your Excellency, I believe that this attack on the Owen family has a special purpose, not a simple assassination. ”

Mark Darren didn't have much restraint in front of Semir Garcia, leaning slightly sideways, leaning on the handle on the right side to support his body.

"This is a private conversation, Uncle Mark, you should call me Semir. ”

That's right, the deputy mayor is the uncle of Semil Garcia, and Mark Darren was the deputy mayor when his father was mayor, and Semil Garcia would often study with him when he was younger.

"Semir, huh...... The attack on Connery Owen was not an accident. ”

Since it was a private conversation, there was no formulaic rhetoric in the sentences, and Mark put his fingers under his nose, which was his habitual action when thinking.

"Oh, I thought someone was trying to kill Connery Owen while he was losing power, after all, this is a man who has had a lot of enemies under the tree to protect Drenham during his tenure. ”

Semir lit two cigars, first to Mark opposite, and then to the remaining one in his hand, took a puff, the smoke rose, raised an eyebrow, and lifted his spirits a little.

"Now Behemo Edward, as the chief of the police department, as a dominant-level powerhouse, it is not surprising that his peak period will last for about twenty years, after this period of time, he abdicates, Connery Owen should also be old, and then he will only be succeeded by other members of the Owen family, so the existence of Connery Owen does not affect anything now, those people who were suppressed by him before are not stupid, they will not provoke a person who will no longer threaten them for the sake of those previous filths......"

Discussions between the two would always fall silent, and thinking would take up most of the time.

"If it's not a revenge assassination because of dirty business, then they fear that one day Connery Owen will return to power and continue to suppress them?"

If someone deliberately expects this result, then others can deduce from this result what position those who are expecting it to appear.

Semir and Mark are doing it.

Knock knock~

There was a knock on the door, and the two of them were interrupted from their thoughts.

"Semir, you should go to bed, it's already 10 o'clock in the evening, and Uncle Mark is not young. ”

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

"Look at my brain, it's ten o'clock before you know it, Uncle Mark, you go back first, it's not good for your health if it's late, if there's anything, we'll talk about it tomorrow morning." ”

"Actually...... Well, Semir, that's all for today, the last word, a lot has happened in Dmingham lately, the death of Storm Gonytz, the thunderstorm case of the year...... Now for the assassination of Connally, I have a hunch that there is a vicious beast waiting for an opportunity in the night, and you, as the mayor and the helmsman of the ship Drenham, should see and think more...... Pay more attention to your own safety, know that your existence is one of the safety guarantees of Demingham, and you must carry the protection of the family. ”

Mark shook Semir's hand and said in harmony.

After nearly 30 years as deputy mayor, Mark Darren's body is aging, but his wisdom is still deep, and his sense of potential conspiracies is as sharp as ever.

The man outside the door, his ears moved slightly, and when he heard the conversation inside, the cold light in his eyes was slightly restricted.

The ones in the way are still there.