Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 119 Cooperation
Bottom City, Fulgan's Tavern.

Shirko didn't understand what kind of turmoil was blown today. Even the dogs in the upper city would dislike his three-acre land and would not set foot on it.

Today, two law enforcement officials came at once, and they were also two deputy sheriffs of the Picheng Law Enforcement Bureau.

But seeing that the other party was not wearing a uniform, and that he was wearing a gray-black cloak to cover up his appearance, Silko instantly understood that the other party had some ulterior motives for looking for him.

"You two, do you want to drink?" Hilko pretended to be confused, and turned his head to signal the bartender standing behind the bar to prepare for work. Usually, this time is the time to mix the current signature "Shimmer Special Drink" of Forgan's Tavern .

"Twilight Special Drink" is a good thing, the signature drink of Toto Forgen Tavern, many people want to have a drink but have no chance.

Shirko is willing to use such a treasure of the shop to entertain the two deputy sheriffs, which is already very face-saving.

"No, I don't dare to drink your Dicheng's stuff." Logan sat on the sofa at one side carelessly, and the first sentence he said aroused the disgust of all the Dicheng people in the tavern.

Of course, even if he didn't say this, the people from the bottom city wouldn't have even the slightest affection for the people from the upper city.

Sevica even stared at the two deputy sheriffs with a vicious expression: "Listen, running dogs from the upper city, since you are in our territory, you'd better be careful when you speak!"

His subordinates utter nonsense to the Deputy Sheriff of the Law Enforcement Bureau, threatening beyond words, but as the leader, Shirko has no intention of stopping.

Out of the corner of Pan Han's eyes, he glanced at Silko's calm face, knowing that the other party was pampering his subordinates, which means that Logan's words just now also aroused the dissatisfaction of the current Bottom City controller.

He immediately jumped out to smooth things over: "Misunderstanding, Deputy Sheriff Logan means that his stomach is weak, and it is difficult for him to adapt to the strong, rough diet of the bottom city.

Um... I will have diarrhea. "

This sentence sounds nice, but in fact, secretly like Logan, he derogated the bottom city.

Of course, Shirko would not fail to hear it, but he no longer cared about the other party's words. After all, in his impression, the people in the upper city were so arrogant and arrogant, and looked down on everything in the lower city.

Including the bottom city people!
If it were two ordinary people from the upper city talking nonsense here, Silko would definitely let their bodies appear in the most notorious gutter in the bottom city.

But these are two law enforcement officers, and they are deputy sheriffs, so they have to weigh it.

"There's no need to talk nonsense." Silko frowned unobtrusively, showing neither emotion nor anger: "The two of you didn't come to my place just to belittle my drinks, did you?
If you have any intentions, please tell me directly. "

They go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything, except for the law enforcement officials in the upper city who are usually assigned to be on duty, these two "noble" deputy sheriffs never show up in the lower city.

Today's sudden visit, it can't be a whim, right?

Logan was not suitable for this kind of scene, and Pan Han spoke first: "I really like your decoration style here, which is barbaric and rough, showing the unique aesthetics of violence in the bottom city, and... desire.

Mr. Silko, don't you have a place in your tavern where you can talk?

I mean, a private room? "

Want to talk alone?
It seems that the matter is not small.

With a thought in his heart, Silko straightened his purple tie, gave Sevica a look, and then gestured sideways: "The two of you can come to my office for a chat."

After speaking, he took the lead and walked to the back of the tavern.

Pan Han and Logan looked at each other, and then they followed together.

At the same time, Sevica followed closely behind with a cigarette in her mouth.

Boom!
The door of the office was closed, and Sevica did not go in with her. Instead, she stood at the door and leaned against the wall, with her arms folded in front of her, doing ordinary guard work.

"This place is absolutely safe and quiet. It's the best place to talk about..."

Shirko turned his back to the two deputy sheriffs, and seemed not at all worried that they would attack him from behind. He even went to the table calmly to pick up a good cigar, cut off the cap slowly, and used anthracite Oil lighter to toast, say the end of the sentence: "...secret topic."

Pan Han waited for a few seconds before speaking: "We want to discuss a business with you."

After all, it is the essence of a businessman, the first sentence is 'business'.

"Oh? People from the upper city took the initiative to talk to me about business?" Shirko sarcastically said, "This is rare."

He walked behind the desk, sat in his exclusive comfortable swivel chair, lit the cigar thoroughly and asked slowly, "Tell me, who will you kill?"

People from the upper city do business with people from the lower city?

When Shirko is a fool?

As far as the virtues of those people in the upper city are concerned, isn't the bottom city always regarded by them as slaves who can be exploited wantonly?

When did equal business practices begin?
So the two deputy sheriffs have only one purpose for being so 'low-key'.

Do dirty things!

However, Shirko said this kind of thing so grandly and without any concealment, which made the two "gentlemen" who came from the upper city feel contemptuous.

The offal in Dicheng is nothing more than that, vulgar and savage.

Shirko also despised the two of them, and had to find another name to cover up dirty things. There is another saying that this kind of behavior is despised in Dicheng: want to be a bitch, and want to set up an archway.

Even those bitches who deal in flesh and blood look down on such behavior.

"All the major gangs in the end of the year city have been wiped out, and only your Xierke family is left alone." Pan Han said quietly: "I just don't know if you can take this business with your strength."

Can you eat it?
Silko didn't answer right away, but leisurely sucked on his cigar a few times, exhaling thick smoke that lingered in front of him, covering his expression, making his temperament a bit more gloomy and mysterious.

At this time, he whispered: "You can also tell from the fate of which gangs. In the bottom city, there is no one that I, Shirko, dare not kill."

As long as he can bring enough benefits to himself, even if the councilors from the upper city come down, he can do it without anyone noticing.

"it is good!"

Pan Han applauded loudly, and then flattered: "With this courage, it's no wonder you can control the city alone. I like to do business with people with courage like you."

"We want the life of a man. His name is Marcus. He is the current sheriff of the Piltover Law Enforcement Department."

Pan Han talked about the business, "Don't think he's a police chief. In fact, he has just taken office for a few days. He is completely empty-handed. There are very few confidantes. If he is dead, few people will track you down..."

Silko almost didn't hear Pan Han's next words.

All his energy was focused on the name that Pan Han uttered - Marcos!

Silko held the cigar in his hand, and the thick smoke lingered in front of him and hadn't dissipated. Through the smoke, he could only see the dark golden eyeball on his left, which was strange and inexplicable.

After a long time, Silko put down his suffocating cigar, straightened his clothes and stood up: "You guys... want to kill Marcos..."

(End of this chapter)