Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 132 Have Opinions?Then get out!

"It's only working temporarily."

The person in charge of the Foday Chamber of Commerce whispered: "Who knows how long this medicine can last? If it is used for a long time, will those mice develop resistance?
If these two problems can't be solved, isn't the deworming drug produced by Hex Technology almost as effective as the one sold by Langer? "

Although the sound was small, it all reached Langer's ears.

The Picheng rodent extermination master's heart moved, he said yes!

If the effect is similar, then I just need to sell it cheaper than him, wouldn't it be fine?
Regardless of the other things, at least make the batch of materials hoarded in the warehouse into potions and sell them. It doesn't matter how much money you make, as long as you don't lose money!
Besides, no one knows how long the deworming medicine produced by HexTech will last. If you operate it secretly, you might not lose money, but you can still make a fortune?

Langer's face was gloomy, and he had already begun to plan what he should do.

Marcus didn't know at this time that Langer was holding back his energy to play tricks on him. After Hank filled the two warehouses with insect repellent, he ordered Hank to lock the door, and then said to everyone : "In the next three days, you can supervise at any time. Hextech will not send people to increase the dosage of the medicine. You can pay attention to whether there is any resurgence of the rat infestation.

Now, everyone go to work separately, I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you any longer. "

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about the persuasion of the heads of the chamber of commerce, and led Hank away quickly in the direction of the Hex Technology Research Institute.

After getting out of the sight of those people, Hank staggered, knelt down on the ground and covered his heart in pain, and big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Hank!"

Marcus leaned over to help: "Thank you for your hard work."

Although anthelmintics do not damage human tissues, they can cause several different side effects on people who come into direct contact (inhalation or ingestion), including heart palpitations, palpitations, and more.

When Hank sprayed the first insect repellent, in order to win the trust of those people for Marcus, he deliberately did not wear a mask.

Even if he held his breath intermittently, he would inevitably inhale a lot of anthelmintics, leading to some negative effects.

During this period, he endured bitterly until he followed Marcos away from those people, and finally broke out.

"It's Hank's honor to serve the Chief." Hank panted heavily, his heart beating irregularly, making him think he was dying.

"Be patient, the effect will wear off soon." Marcos had no direct solution, and could only let Hank survive by relying on willpower.

Fortunately, the formula clearly stated that this kind of thing would not cause substantial harm to the human body, otherwise Marcus would never let Hank spray the insect repellant without wearing a mask.

I have to say that Hank's endurance is simply inhuman, and he was able to endure such a strong side effect for nearly 10 minutes without showing his flaws, which really made Marcos look at him with admiration.

"Hank, after Logan handed over his position, you can take his place."

Such a loyal subordinate, if he doesn't give him better treatment, Marcus feels that he is a little too cold and heartless.

"Thank you, sir." Hank felt his heart beating gradually return to normal, his expression relaxed a lot, and he forced a smile: "But thank you for your kindness, the position of deputy sheriff should be reserved for other people in the law enforcement bureau."

After hearing this, Marcus couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "When I left the position of deputy sheriff to Catherine, you actually had complaints in your heart, right? Now that your expectations are met, why did you refuse?" ?”

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from the eyes of the officer..."

Hank leaned against the roadside wall, took out a small water bottle from his arms, and took a sip for himself.

Ever since he drank strange-flavored tea with Marcus, Hank specially prepared this kettle for himself, in case it could be used anytime.

The cold water washed away the last bit of discomfort along the esophagus, Hank sighed and said: "I figured it out these days, if I become a deputy sheriff, I won't be able to follow you as an assistant all the time, sir.

In comparison, I still feel more comfortable being your assistant, sir. "

As for the so-called deputy sheriff?
It's not important anymore.

How can that thing have a future with Chief Marcus?
"Are you sure you don't want to be promoted?" Marcus looked into Hank's eyes, with a calm expression that couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Hank shook his head decisively: "I don't want to."

"it is good."

Marcus nodded with satisfaction: "Then continue to be my assistant."

"Thank you sir!"

After getting this sentence, Hank smiled happily.

This is a promise made by Marcos, a promise not to change assistants casually.

As long as he doesn't take the initiative to betray in the future, Marcos can let him be his assistant for the rest of his life.

It's like the butlers, guards, and servants passed down from generation to generation in those big families.

It's a status symbol.

With his own efforts, Hanke finally became his true confidant after being Marcos' assistant for five years.

"Do you feel better now?" When Marcus asked this sentence at this time, he took on a concerned tone.

"It's much better." Hank put away the small kettle, got up and felt it, making sure that he was fine.

"That's good." Marcos nodded: "I'll give you another task. Although it's an idle job, it's very important."

Hank tidied up his attire and said solemnly: "Sir, please do your best, and your subordinates promise to complete the task!"

"take it easy."

Marcus patted Hank on the shoulder amusedly: "For the next three days, I want you to hide in the warehouse area, especially after dark, and I want you to stay close to the two warehouses we rented. Report to me!"

"Yes!" Hank took the order subconsciously, and then he realized something, and approached Marcus tentatively and asked, "Sir, do you mean that someone will make trouble in the warehouse we rented?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

Marcus looked around and motioned for Hank to follow, and the two continued to the Hex Technology Institute.

Hank pondered for a while, and suggested: "Sir, why don't I go to the Law Enforcement Bureau to call in a team of brothers to patrol day and night..."

Before he finished speaking, Marcos directly vetoed the proposal: "Why do you have to watch it so hard? The reason why I let you guard it alone is to let those troublemakers use their methods to their heart's content.

Oh, right.

When you are free, go to the Hexfly Gate, and ask the person in charge there for a list of customers, mainly to check the cooperation between the Foday Chamber of Commerce and the Hexfly Gate. "

"No matter how many business partnerships Foday Chamber of Commerce has with Hexflying Gate, all shipping fees will be increased by 80.00% for me. If they have any objections, let them go!"

(End of this chapter)