Maltz and Otto walked side by side, followed by a squad of twelve patrolmen.

"Are you really sure that the mastermind of the baby theft is on Kirk Street?"

Turning from Dahl Lane onto Kirk Street, Otto asked Maltz again.

The tone is stiff, even a little questioning.

Everyone in the Shire district knows that Maltz is not the same as before, and the other party, who is bent on retirement, has long become weak and bulliable.

Even, when encountering something a little too much, he will choose to swallow his anger.

At first, Otto was cautious about Maltz.

But as the other officers tried to resist Maltz, Otto became more emboldened.

It's like this time-

Maltz clearly found out the mastermind of the baby theft case but asked him to help, this kind of behavior of sharing the credit, if it was someone else, Otto would definitely refuse, and be wary of whether the other party was laying out for himself.

But in the case of Maltz, Otto was not suspicious at all.

After all, Maltz wants to retire in peace!

But Sheriff Würth didn't want to let Maltz go so easily.

A third-level police officer is also a rare backbone in the Shire District, wouldn't it be better to replace it with his own people?

Everyone knows what Würth is going to do.

Everyone was watching Maltz's jokes.

Including, Otto.

Otto knew very well why Maltz gave him the credit for the profit, which was nothing more than to win himself over.

Pity......

He had long been the man of Sheriff Würth.

No way, who made that Sheriff Würth promise too much!

Not only him, but as far as Otto knew, many police officers in the Shire district had taken refuge in the sheriff!

As for the patrolmen?

A group of temporary workers, who are qualified to join a sergeant, can tie up a fifth-level police officer, that is, they are lucky.

"Absolutely."

"This is the news I paid a lot of money to inquire about."

Maltz replied in the affirmative, as before, with a look of distress on his face.

Seeing this, Otto felt distressed and knew that Maltz must have spent a lot of money.

Then, I listened to Maltz.

"Joseph, that bastard is really damned, he owes me 10 gold tickets, and he died like this, that's my pension money!"

"Then you're in vain!"

Otto pouted, full of disdain.

He was a fourth-class police officer, and Joseph was also a fourth-class police officer, although he also ate, drank, prostituted and gambled, but compared to the latter, he was a good police officer.

At least, he wouldn't be careless about human life for no reason.

It's like Joseph's bastard.

Slip in?

How did it slip?

Tied to a pillar and slid in?

At least in bed.

However, Maltz's pension seems to be a lot, do you want to find a way to knock it out?

Thinking in his heart, Otto had already spoken it.

"Maltz, I hope to have a good friendship with you, what do you think of the house in the Shire?"

Listening to such shameless words, Maltz almost laughed.

Otto almost told him about the robbery.

Houses in the Shire district are not cheap, even the kind of street where civilians live cost about 300 gold tickets, and streets close to the middle class such as Dahl Lane cost about 400 gold tickets.

To put it simply, it takes about four years to buy a house in a place like Dar Lane, based on the average highest income of a citizen in the Shire.

And the premise of this four-year period is that the civilian family has at least two full-time strong laborers, and does not eat, drink, or get sick.

Otherwise, everything is a dream.

But now, Otto opens his mouth for 400 golden tickets.

Maltz didn't think about the 300 golden votes, with the greed shown by the other party, it was absolutely impossible to be the lowest, and it was absolutely impossible to be the highest.

Why not the highest?

It's not that the other party's conscience finds out, but that the other party is afraid of scaring him away.

At the same time, it is also testing yourself.

Once he gave in again, he showed that he was rich again.

What the result would be, Maltz knew what it would be.

Fortunately, he woke up in time.

"Hmm."

Maltz groaned slightly, and then, with a gesture toward Odobi, went to the side to talk.

Suddenly, Odo was overjoyed.

He just wanted to try.

I didn't expect Maltz to really agree!

That's a 400 Golden Ticket!

It's enough for him to go to Neiwan for a long vacation!

No way!

I'm going to have to knock it out!

Thinking to himself, Odo said to the patrolmen behind him.

"You move on!"

After speaking, he walked straight to the alley on the side, unbuttoning his belt as he walked, looking like he was going to defecate anywhere.

Open defecation has long been banned in South Los Angeles, but except for the most prosperous places in the five districts, the remaining small streets and alleys have been banned repeatedly.

This is true for even the busiest Shire.

Maltz stood by and waited.

A team of twelve patrol officers did not suspect and went straight forward.

When the patrol had walked more than ten meters, Maltz walked down the alley.

"I'm willing to have a friendship with you, but I've taken a big risk......"

"Well, that's?"

Otto, who was already ready to make an extra stroke, began to chatter, but before he could say a word, he saw Maltz look behind him in surprise.

Otto subconsciously turned around.

Burst!

A dagger pierced the back of his heart, and Odo subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to cry out in pain, but a palm covered his mouth, blocking the cry of pain that blurted out, and then, the dagger swept through his throat.

"Don't be nervous, dizziness is normal."

Otto couldn't believe until he died that Maltz dared to kill him.

Why?

Otto was left with a vague view of Maltz smiling at him.

The smile was strangely strange and cruel.

How could such a cruel smile appear on Maltz, who is about to retire and is honest and dutiful?

Otto was puzzled.

As the remnants of consciousness dissipated, Otto only saw Maltz turn and salute out of the alley.

But he couldn't see who that person was.

Arthur stood at the mouth of the alley, he watched Maltz wipe Otto's neck, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and Maltz turned around with a smile.

This is what Arthur called 'the support that can facilitate our cooperation'.

Maltz also said, 'An hour at most'.

The cooperation between the two sides is one step further.

"Mr. Credos......"

"Maltz, you can call me Arthur, after all, we are friends now."

Arthur pointed to the dead body of Otto on the ground.

Choosing Otto is not a random choice.

The other side is quite active in the Shire area and is a die-hard supporter of Würth.

To this end, Würth has invested considerable resources.

Therefore, if something happens to the other party, Würth will definitely rush from the docks to the Shire overnight.

It just so happened that Würth also had a mistress in the Shire district.

And there was absolutely no way Würth could have stayed overnight in the morgue.

So, it seems reasonable for Sheriff Würth, who is grief-stricken and has stayed up all night, to have any accidents, right?

At the very least, it seems reasonable.

Some slots, once vacated, are enough to grab everyone's attention.

Laurk is so.

Würth?

It's no exception.

"Arthur!"

Maltz changed his name, but remained respectful.

The two walked side by side, and Arthur became more and more satisfied with Maltz, but his vigilance began to skyrocket.

This harmless-looking old man is the real scary.

Look at the corpse of Otto on the ground!

There is no doubt that anyone who stands in the way of this old man's goal will be killed.

But when Arthur looked at Maltz, he became more and more kind.

Because, the two have the same goal:

He needs the other party's help to get rid of Würth.

The other side also wants to get rid of Würth.

With the foundation of killing Otto, plus after taking out Würth together, the friendship between the two will inevitably become strong, and if they do something else, it will be indestructible.

Therefore, Arthur at this moment is extremely concerned about catching the mastermind of the baby theft case.

Not only for the present self, but also for the future self.

What a win-win!

He, Arthur, wins twice!

Approaching 14 Kirk Street, Arthur did not follow the patrol team any longer, but simply handed over a few 'holy waters' to Maltz and jumped onto the house.

Watching Arthur jump straight onto the roof with just a run-up, even if it was only a low first floor, Maltz's eyes narrowed.

Maltz, who had already associated Arthur with some of his former things, confirmed that Arthur was related to those things at this moment.

Especially when he saw Arthur holding up an umbrella in the drizzle, carrying a psychic box, putting 'Anna' in his arms, and walking on the ridge of the roof, Maltz immediately withdrew his gaze.

A strange feeling rose in his heart again!

He feared that if he looked any further, he would fall into a nightmare again.

At that time, he was afraid that he would not even be able to pick up a sword.

"Change the bolts!"

"Prepare kerosene bottles and listen to my orders!"

"Three-two-one......"

"Throw!"

Six kerosene bottles smashed into a clay pot were thrown straight at 14 Kirk Street, followed by two torches.

Rumble!

Even in the rain, the flames have risen.

And in the next moment-

Bang!

The gate at 14 Kirk Street was slammed open, and a figure rushed out.

Whoosh!

The patrolmen who had replaced the crossbow arrows on a rainy day pulled the trigger in unison, and the arrows pierced directly into the figure.

But the sound is not right!

Chop chop!

It seemed to be tied to the wood, and when the figure landed, all the patrol officers found that it was actually a coat hanger with a coat.

And at this time—

Sou!

A figure rushed out and headed straight for Maltz.