"Woo-woo-"

At 10:10 a.m., the train to Bonham City sounded its whistle, spewed black smoke, and galloped away in the reluctance of the passengers' relatives.

In the second first-class carriage, Li Shenzhi sat at the window, quietly flipping through the dossier on the town of Centeria.

It will take at least two days to go to the small town of Centeralia by horse-drawn carriage and all goes well.

But there is no horse-drawn carriage, and there is no direct train.

So Li Shenzhi chose a compromise plan, first go to the city of Bonham, which is 150 miles away, and then change to a horse-drawn carriage and walk back 60 miles to reach his destination.

It only takes a day.

If you're lucky, you'll be able to catch the town's 10,000 cooking smoke.

In the flip through the file, Li Shenzhi always felt that there were eyes roaming over him, he closed his eyes quietly, and the two eyeballs quietly opened a gap in the back of his head surrounded by maggots.

I saw Nancy, who was sitting in the back, looking through the free newspapers provided in the carriage, but the eyes that emerged from the headers of the newspapers exposed her small movements.

Seeing this, Li Shenzhi reopened his eyes and shook his head gently.

- What a surprising coincidence!

The speed of the train is not fast, but it is compared to the high-speed rail in his previous life.

At about one o'clock in the afternoon, the train arrived in the city of Bohan.

The Bonham Sheriff's Office had already received a telegram from the 14th District of Tudor, so several carriages had been arranged to stand by.

After Li Shenzhi and the others got off the train, they almost seamlessly got into the carriage to the small town of Centeralia, and arrived at this little-known town in the afterglow of the sunset.

However, when Li Shenzhi opened the curtain and saw the town that was about to be guarded by him, his expression suddenly became surprised.

In his imagination, a small town with a population of 50,000 should be extremely small.

It is said to be a town, at best, it is a customary trading and purchasing place in the surrounding countryside.

However, look at the town in front of you.

The streets are wide and clean, paved with large blocks of bluestone.

On both sides of the road, there are buildings mixed with stone and wood, which can be discharged upstream in Tudor.

On the road, you can occasionally see a few pallet trucks, parked in front of the hotel.

The scene in front of him was combined with the dossier information, which surprised Li Shenzhi, but also revealed a bit of abruptness.

The carriage eventually stopped in the town's security compound.

In a pair of curious eyes, Li Shenzhi stepped out of the carriage and looked around.

"Welcome to the town of Centria, Chief Landon Darius!"

The outgoing head of public security, Grote, surrounded by a group of subordinates, welcomed Li Shenzhi's arrival with a smile on his face.

"It's not a small town, Mr. Grote." Li Shenzhi took off his top hat and stroked his chest.

I didn't know it and thought they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for years.

"Hahaha, it's just the afterglow of the glory of the past! However, this town is still a transportation artery within a radius of 100 miles, so don't be careless. ”

Grote leaned in and explained.

Before the Industrial Revolution began, the town of Centeria was the choke point for southern Ingleson goods to flow to Tudor.

However, as the Ingleson ironclad battleship sailed across the ocean, the cheap supplies from the colonies made it impossible for Tudor to provide Ingleson's heart from elsewhere.

Even reverse dumping of cheap industrial products began.

However, these are not the main reasons, it is the advent of trains that has gradually eliminated horse-drawn carriage transport that has dealt a major blow to the transportation status of the small town of Centria.

In the end, Centeria was demoted from the main artery of the Kingdom of Ingleson to the capillary center, which seemed to be beautiful on the outside, but in fact it was not glorious.

This is also the fundamental reason why this town only appoints one mosaic.

After some pleasantries, Li Shenyi and his party immediately moved into the compound of the Public Security Bureau.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, Grote gathered all the employees of the Sheriff's Department and held a simple handover ceremony.

At this point, Grote withdrew from the stage.

Li Shenzhi officially became the security chief and protector of the small town of Centerria!

Of the 19 employees currently in the Centeria Sheriff's Office, Grote will take 5 people and the remaining 14 people, mostly clerks, logistics and the like.

There are also six non-staff security officers.

Similar to auxiliary police.

Li Shenzhi brought 6 people, namely Roxani, his best friends Lance, Harold, Marcus, Olier, and the old bird Chaplin recruited from the Naval Academy.

Among them, Chaplin's follower surprised Li Shenzhi the most.

You know, he may get the right to mosaic at any time and be promoted to the chief of the peace.

At this time, leaving the center of power, it is very easy to be squeezed down.

But he followed, not knowing if it was because of the monocle yesterday morning.

In short, after the transfer of power, the number of the Sheriff's Office in the small town of Centeria was exactly 20, with 7 official sheriffs and 6 supernumerary sheriffs.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the outgoing Grote did not leave, but presided over Li Shenzhi's reception banquet.

The reception banquet was held in a winery, and the top figures in the town basically participated.

Don't say it, Chi Qian Wang Baduo.

Don't look at the small town of Centeralia, there are a lot of people with heads and brains.

Relatives of nobles, owners of carriage and horse shops, grain buyers, textile mill owners, brewery owners...... And so on and so forth.

Grote told Li Shenzhi that none of these people could be offended.

More than half of the Sheriff's activities are funded by these donors.

As for the GAOC funding?

Don't be funny, that little money, just so-so to keep the Sheriff's Office running.

As a mosaicist, if you study something casually, it's a lot of money.

Come to serve in a place where birds don't, and say that it sounds good to be decentralized, and to be in charge of one party; To say that it is unpleasant is to be exiled, far from the center of power, and the mosaic qualification will never be ranked.

So if you don't make any money, what are you trying to do?

Grote's hint shocked Li Shenzhi, which Tudor would not have heard in any case.

I have to say that the road in a small place is wild!

Soon, Li Shenzhi found that other people's paths were wilder than he imagined.

"Mr. Langdon, I heard that you have only brought two maids with you?" A brewery owner named Harriman asked, with a shy belly.

"yes!" Li Shenzhi didn't explain too much, there was no need.

"Mr. Langdon is incorruptible, I heard about this last night, and I didn't sleep well all night! How can you, as the patron of Centreria, live so simply? So I've got you a couple of maids this morning, and you've seen them. ”

As he spoke, he didn't see any movement from Harriman, and a column of more than a dozen young girls walked up with cat steps.

Li Shenzhi was dumbfounded.

Is this a maid? This is the master of the maid's service, right?

Several local squires around him, their smiles remained unchanged, and they scolded in their hearts.

Good you Harriman, shameless!

Where is this, this is delivered?

"Mr. Langdon, I heard that you have studied clocks quite a bit, how about you take a look at this pocket watch?"

"Mr. Langdon, I see that when you came, you were still in the department's carriage, which is too inconvenient! Our small place is not Tudor, and you can stop the carriage at your fingertips. In this case, I will donate two carriages to the department as a sign of my obedience, and you must not be disgusted. ”

"Mr. Langdon......"

Soon, Li Shenzhi fell into a rainbow fart, and the passionate scene made him realize the true status of the mosaic for the first time.

Centralia's former head steward Grote stood next to him, looking at this scene with a smile on his face, and a flash of happiness flashed in his eyes.

It's finally time to escape from this cave.

As for Mr. Langdon?

Then ask for more blessings!

I hope you don't see reports in the newspapers about your death in the line of duty.