"Maltz, you're the number one police officer at the scene of the crime."

"According to the new law, the murder must be solved, even if you have three months to retire -

One week!

I'll give you a week!

The murder of Otto must be solved! ”

Würth said in a high-sounding voice.

The new law, which came into force three years ago, is something that everyone knows.

But it is better known that the new law is not recognized.

Most of the officers were perfunctory, like Sergeant Laurke, who wore the sheriff's badge on the officer's hat and took the main position.

A small number of police officers ignored it completely.

For example: Joseph, who has already been killed.

These officers maintain a strong, sheriff-era character.

Although the new law is a virtual reality, but in Würth's mouth, it is different—the new law, at this moment, has its due authority.

And, no refutation!

Inside the office, the officers on duty looked at Maltz.

They knew that Maltz was being targeted.

Still, none of them spoke.

And not against them!

Why should they upset the sheriff?

It's not just Maltz who knows, Würth is the most promising sheriff in the Shire, and everyone present knows that.

Therefore, the officers on duty looked at Maltz with pity in their eyes.

A police officer seeking retirement.

An incoming sheriff.

Anyone knows what will happen to Maltz.

Maybe the new sheriff should be given a big gift?

No way!

I can't dig it alone!

We have to get together!

The officers present thought to each other at the same time, and after their eyes intertwined, an agreement was reached.

There were relieved smiles on everyone's faces.

Not only is this gift unbearable for a single person, but also because with this gift, they have once again formed a camp.

After the death of Sergeant Lawke, a new camp after the new sheriff took office.

Although such a camp is extremely short and loose, it is enough to definitely take a bite of the originally allocated big cake in the Shire.

After all, only some of the police officers are here today, not all.

Except, of course, Maltz.

Suddenly, the eyes of everyone looking at Maltz were not only pity, but also pity.

Poor guy!

The officers present sighed.

Looking at Würth, who stood up and patted Maltz on the shoulder, walked out of the office with a coat and a horsewhip, he followed out.

With a red gown-like coat on his left arm and a horsewhip in his right hand, Würth felt the officers behind him follow, wondering if there was anything worth wooing among those officers who were on leave.

He knew very well what the officers on duty were thinking.

The Shire's 'contributions' need to be redistributed, and he knows better.

However, what he knows best is that the amount of the 'contribution award' cannot be changed, it can only be the original amount, otherwise his position as sheriff will definitely not be stable.

The amount is constant, and he wants more, what should he do?

It must be the number of people who cut the profits.

Otherwise, in order to win over other people's expenses, it is impossible for him to return to his capital in the short term.

Joseph, Odo, and Maltz, who were dead, were already dying...... Inadequate!

You'll have to pick a few more and let them be free for a while!

Würth thinks about the best candidate.

But that didn't stop the sheriff from lashing out at the patrolmen.

Syllable!

The whip slammed into the table beside it, and the force removed a piece of paint from the table, and the sound was even louder.

But even louder was Würth's swearing.

"You're all trash!"

"Rubbish! Rubbish! Rubbish! ”

Würth pointed his horsewhip at all the patrol officers and yelled.

is different from the same class of police officers.

These temporary patrolmen are insignificant and can be unceremonious in Würth's view, so Würth did not retreat.

Under the emotion, the powder on the sheriff's face plummeted.

Moreover, the thick nasolabial folds also made the sheriff a fan.

This made Würth, who had always regarded himself as an aristocrat, look like a prostitute who had been taken advantage of in the tavern but did not get the money, and began to spill.

All the patrolmen bowed their heads and did not dare to speak.

All the officers crossed their shoulders and watched the joke.

Only Maltz looked at the patrolmen with a worried expression.

All the officers, including Würth, saw it.

In their hearts, they became more and more disdainful of the weak Maltz

The cursing lasted for nearly ten minutes, the patrolmen were miserable, and the officers on duty were a little surprised, but Maltz understood that Würth was taking the opportunity to vent his anger.

Undoubtedly, the other party invested more in Otto than expected......

No!

It's not just Otto, it's others.

Especially the appetite of the sheriffs, who want to feed is not a small amount, even if Würth moves out of his own small coffers.

So......

'Re-divide the cake?' ’

Maltz thought about what he should do, but on the surface he still looked worried.

After another five minutes, Würth finally left, scolding tired.

Before leaving, leave a sentence -

"Solve the case in a week!"

"Otherwise, take off your clothes and leave!"

As he said this, Würth looked at the patrolmen, with a look of gloom and ferocity in his eyes.

Twelve patrol places, also a good deal!

Even if it's just a temporary worker, the blue uniform is still worth the money!

Maltz could see Würth's gaze clearly, and he knew that the other party had done whatever it took to get the position of sheriff of the Shire district.

But the more this happens, the better it is for him.

Then, with the help of the policemen, Würth got into the carriage parked on the side of the small square.

As for the emergency backup carriage?

Isn't this the time for emergency backup?

After watching Würth's carriage leave, all the officers returned to the police office, with a sad Maltz walking behind.

And, unlike the officers who went straight back to their respective offices, Maltz paused and calmed the patrolmen beside him—

"I'll try my best to keep this income, you fought, I saw it."

Maltz had the characteristic smile of an elder on his face.

The patrol officers who had been scolded for more than ten minutes felt a lot better.

And when Maltz took out another 1 gold ticket and handed it to the patrolman who was the first to stop him in front of 14 Kirk Street, the people around him were stunned.

They didn't expect Maltz to really care about their feelings.

It's not ethereal, it's real.

"Dico, take everyone for a drink."

"Thank you, Mr. Maltz."

"Thank you, Mr. Maltz."

The charm of the golden ticket is endless, and the patrol officers of a team of twelve people are grateful, especially after comparing Würth's 'show off his might' here, this gratitude is a little heavier.

At this moment, the patrol team really thought that if Würth and Mr. Maltz were compared, Würth should die.

Maltz watched the patrol leave.

He knew that 1 golden ticket could not buy these patrol officers.

Even, 100 golden tickets are difficult.

However, he is not a bribe.

He was just sincerely comforting the young temporary workers.

In front of everyone!

'The easiest thing to be deceived is the human heart!' ’

Maltz sighed in his heart, turned and walked to his office, he had to show everyone that he was in the police station.

The police officers standing at the door of their respective offices looked at Maltz's back, some sighed, some mocked, and some didn't care.

There is no respect.

A guy who can't protect himself, and he still has pity.

Really......

Damn it!

With a deep sense of disdain, the officers returned to their respective offices.

Throughout, no one went to the morgue to examine Otto's body.

Würth didn't go either.

This is the police officer of South Los.

He is also a police officer of this era.