Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 153
"Thirty... 29... 28..."

Marcus ignored Tucci's reaction and started counting down on his own.

Tu Qi was stunned, this person never thought of making a living for himself, did he?
"I'm just a mouse. In your words, it's shameful. Why do you want to subdue me?" Tucci couldn't understand, he didn't seem to have any value worth using, right?

This guy in front of him doesn't look like the guy before who likes to do some horrible experiments, does he?
"Twenty-two...nineteen..."

"???" Tucci: "Hey! Even if I'm a mouse, you can't play me like this? Shouldn't 22 be followed by 21?"

"Ten...seven...five..." Marcus dug out a bucket from the corner of the room and placed it in front of the counter where the insect repellent was placed. He picked up a tube and was about to pour it into the bucket.

"three two……"

"One! I choose one!" Tucci's messy gray hair stood upside down, and he screamed, "I am willing to believe in the goddess Janna from now on, and swear to the goddess to be loyal to you in the future!"

Call ~
As its voice fell, a breeze blew out of nowhere in the airtight room.

An indistinct blue bird appeared between the two, flapping its wings twice.

At the same time, Marcus seemed to hear a faint whisper: the contract was established.

Hearing this voice, he quickly sank his consciousness into the system space to check.

The five skills of hero Janna are still locked and cannot be redeemed.

It seems that what appeared just now was just an avatar, not Janna's body, so the skill could not be unlocked.

"It's a pity." Marcus secretly said, this is a demigod hero!

Even though he is at the bottom of all the demigods, in terms of rank, he can still beat a mortal hero like Wei by a few blocks!
"I'm just a mouse, why did you do this?" Tucci lay on his back in the iron cage, moaning as if he had collapsed: "I don't understand..."

"Don't underestimate yourself." Marcus put the potion he picked up just now back in place: "Your potential is much higher than you imagined, and I also need your help in my future plans."

"My potential?" Tucci raised his head, staring at Marcus with a pair of black eyes: "I'm just a mutated mouse, what potential can I have? Didn't I get caught by you?"

"Look, don't you speak much more smoothly now than before?" Marcus smiled and pointed at it and said, "And don't forget, you were captured alive by Hank who hired a group of helpers to chase and intercept you. We have rarely dispatched such a large-scale battle to arrest prisoners before."

The main reason is that in the past, Marcos used to arrest criminals himself, so there was not much battle.

He was not present when Tucci was arrested this time, and Hank couldn't handle it alone, so he had to keep asking for support.

Can the battle be big?

"I... Huh?" Tucci was surprised to find that he seemed to be frightened by Marcus just now, and under the burst of survival instinct, his human speech was indeed many times smoother than before.

And it felt that its thinking at this time was much more sensitive than before. It didn't know whether it was the effect of potential explosion or the benefits of believing in Janna.

"How should I call you? Boss? Or master?" Tucci lowered his head and asked.

"You can call me whatever you like." Marcus didn't care about these things: "If you want, you can even call me sir like Hank."

"Okay. Then... Boss, what can I do for you?" Tucci asked the question again: "It's worth your trouble to recruit me as a subordinate?"

In Tucci's view, the reason why it appeared here was that the human being in front of him knew of his existence through some channels, and then planned to get rid of his previous owner and then managed to catch it.

That's why it keeps asking, why is it worth others to do this?
In fact, there was another question that Tucci never dared to ask.

That is the name "Tuqi", which is actually a name it privately created after it had a clearer consciousness, and it has never told anyone.

Where did the boss know about it?
He wanted to ask, but dared not.

Out of animal instinct, he vaguely knew not to try to find out about this kind of thing, otherwise there would be a result worse than death.

"As I said, you have great potential." Marcus asked a digression, "Do you know how many mice there are in Piltover?"

Tucci thought about it seriously, and shook his head: "I have been locked up by the former owner, and I know almost nothing about the outside situation."

"It's okay, I didn't expect you to be able to answer." Marcos chuckled and said, "The exact number is definitely impossible to count, anyway, it is definitely a very large group, so as the most special individual among them, don't you become the king of rats? potential?
If I asked you to order the rats in the whole city to work for me and monitor the whole city for me, would you be able to do it? "

Piltover and Zaun share a common flaw, that is, law enforcement cannot police every corner of the city.

There are no surveillance cameras or the like here. Sometimes crimes occur in the city, and they have to rely on the most primitive way of investigating crimes, going door to door to investigate and collect clues.

So the first time he saw Tucci, Marcos thought of how he could use him.

With the help of the rat swarm, it is enough to cover every corner of the two cities!

From now on, Shuangcheng will become a real "city of innocence" with the help of rats!
Because no one can escape the pursuit of law enforcement agencies.

"If there is enough food, it shouldn't be difficult." Tucci gave the answer after careful consideration.

"Food?" Marcus nodded, "Hotels and restaurants in the city generate a lot of kitchen waste every day, enough to feed tens of thousands of ordinary mice."

And because it is rubbish, it is more troublesome for those restaurants to dispose of it by themselves.

If Marcus solves this little trouble for them, maybe it doesn't cost money, and he can make a little money in turn.

"Any other requests?" Marcus opened the cage and let Tucci out.

"If possible, can the boss equip me with two weapons?" Tucci jumped out of the cage and jumped to the ground. He subconsciously felt the area where the original force insect repellent was located. It was an instinctive disgust that could not be suppressed.

"After all, most of the other mice are brainless guys. During the control period, some uncontrolled individuals will inevitably appear, so I need some violent means to deal with it."

Tucci felt that he possessed human-like intelligence. If he relied on claws or teeth to attack the target in the way of ordinary mice fighting, it would be a bit... degrading.

"Yes, but it can't be too powerful." Marcus thought for a moment and agreed to Tucci's request.

(End of this chapter)