Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 191
Time always flies when life is smooth.

Seeing that the evolution day is approaching day by day, the residents of Piltover are busy.

Some people hang ribbons everywhere, some put up colored lights everywhere, some place brightly colored awnings everywhere, and some buy festival celebration supplies in large quantities.

On this day, Marcos was walking on the street, and he could clearly feel the different atmosphere from usual, and he became beaming.

"Evolution Day." He walked around, looked around, and thought in his heart: "It is said to be a day to celebrate the founding of Picheng, but in fact it is similar in nature to the Spring Festival in the previous life, and it is a day of universal celebration."

Very similar to the Spring Festival, there are also programs similar to the Spring Festival Gala.

It's just that the Spring Festival Gala was broadcast on TV, but here a stage was set up directly on the central square of Star Avenue, and many artists would gather here to rehearse.

Most of them are singing and dancing programs. After all, the aristocrats who advertise themselves as "upper class" like this program the most.

The rehearsal scene was chattering, laughing and noisy, and the festive atmosphere was very strong.

In addition to the most central stage on the square, there are also a number of small stalls temporarily set up around the square. These stalls are contracted by large and small living stores in Picheng, and are used to provide drinks, snacks, and snacks to the surrounding residents on the evolution day, or It's some small souvenirs.

Looking at the five-meter-high rostrum not far from the stage, Marcus stopped and squinted his eyes.

There were nine seats on the rostrum, seven of which belonged to the seven representatives of Piltover, and the other two belonged to Camille and Stevan.

Originally, when Patriarch Renn was still alive, there were eight positions here. Now there are two members of the younger generation of Philos and they control the Ferros family one by one. sit down.

"There are still fifteen days..."

Marcus looked at it for a while, then turned around and greeted a carriage, climbed up and told the driver the destination: "Go to the bottom city."

……

Forgan Tavern, Marcus wore a filter on his face, and slowly pushed open the door of the tavern. The inside was full of vicious and vicious men.

Seeing him coming, those villains stopped their movements and collectively turned their heads to stare at Marcos.

"Silk's power has grown again. It seems that Shimmer Pharma has developed more excellent varieties?"

Looking across the faces of these people, Marcus saw several lavender gooseneck bottles on a table in the corner, with the mouths of the bottles raised high, stuffed with something like a sponge.

"Pumping style? Silko is getting more and more fancy." Marcos frowned, and walked to the back of the tavern calmly, where Silko's office was, and he was familiar with driving.

When he came to the door, without knocking, Marcos kicked the door open violently. The huge movement instantly caused a roar in the office: "Who!"

Shirko was not the only one in the office, Sevica and the girl named Renata were also there.

The three of them were discussing something, but they were suddenly disturbed by Marcos. Shirko was furious and shouted when he found Marcos standing at the door. Sergeant Si is visiting, why don't you let me know in advance so that I can send someone to pick you up?"

"pick me up?"

Marcus walked into the room and sat down on the sofa: "Didn't you receive the news from the moment I entered the bottom city?"

Shirko is extremely cautious, even in Picheng he has his eyeliners, and there are only a few scattered in Dicheng.

Marcus even suspected that the alchemy barons who had long been unhappy with Silko and wanted to get rid of him to obtain the shimmering market in his hands had his undercover agents.

"You can't hide anything from your eyes." Silko leaned back on the seat, waved his hand, and let Sevica and Renata go out first.

"and many more."

When Sevica walked to the door, Marcus stopped her: "I don't want to smell the tobacco you smoke wherever I go in the future, understand?"

"I'm not one of your bastards, why should I listen to you?" Sevica's face flashed an angry look, and the cigarette in the corner of her mouth changed its position.

"I just think you're upset." Marcus said lightly, "Is this reason enough?"

"You!" Sevica was furious. Her left robotic arm had been strengthened recently. She installed a sharp dagger that cut iron like mud. She was about to do it subconsciously. Shaking his head slightly, he suppressed his unhappiness, and walked out of the room with a muffled grunt.

Watching her leave, Marcos stood up from the sofa, coughed softly due to the smell of tobacco, waved his hand in disgust, swept the air, and sat opposite Shirko: "I have to say, this dog is raised very well by you. obedient."

"Sevica is my most trusted partner." Silko said with a sullen face, suddenly a trance in front of his eyes, and his vision became blurred.

He opened the desk drawer, took out the syringe from it, raised his head and pointed it at his left eye, he paused, and a look of struggle flashed across his face.

Then, he gritted his teeth sharply, stuck the syringe into his eye, and injected a tiny amount of medicine.

In an instant, the pain and discomfort inside the eyeball seemed to be magnified hundreds of times, causing his face to contort in pain.

Xierke's left eye was polluted by wastewater in the early years, and he needed regular and quantitative injections to preserve the biological functions of the eyeball.

First, pain, gradually blurred vision, and finally complete loss of vision, and even the eyeball will rot alive.

So even if every injection of medicine is not a good thing for him, in order to keep this eye, he must experience the soul-like pain over and over again.

Fortunately, this medicine has been continuously improved by Singed for a long time, and now the pain comes and goes faster.

In the blink of an eye, the expression on his face eased, and his vision regained clarity.

Marcus watched Silko's movements the whole time. It was not the first time he had seen such a scene. Before, Silko could not make a move by himself and asked Sevica to help.

Today just happened to catch up with Marcus to drive people out, so he had to do it himself.

After he recovered completely, Marcos began to explain the purpose of his visit: "Prepare me a stronghold, the kind that doesn't disturb anyone. I have a few friends who want to stay for a while."

"Friend?" Silko remembered something: "For the evolution day?"

"That's right." Marcus nodded lightly: "There are not many people, less than 100 people. You can just be responsible for their food and drink for the next ten days. I will pay for them how much they need."

"No need." Shirko waved his hand to refuse, and said, "This small amount of money is nothing to me, and I don't care about it to this extent. Besides these, is there anything else I need to do?"

Marcus thought for a while, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Prepare them a suit of Undercity-style clothes, and... Shimmer."

"The kind that would drive you crazy five years ago..."

"Shimmer!"

Shirko was startled, and instantly understood Marcos' intentions: "He wants to silence him!"

(End of this chapter)