Chapter 458: Deception

Antoine is a law enforcer in Shuisha City, belonging to the [Suppression Bureau] branch.

A main combatant of Sequence 8.

He had complained to his colleagues more than once when he was drunk. In a small place like theirs, even a clerk can be a main combatant if he picks up a gun. An ordinary person who reaches Sequence 8 is almost the head of the small bureau, and there is no place to quickly gain merit and break the invisible ceiling.

What to do?

Just endure!

In a word, from Sequence 9 to Sequence 8, you have to endure. From Sequence 8 to Sequence 7, you have to endure even more. This is how law enforcers in small places are. Unless you are good enough, lucky, and have connections, you will be seconded directly after you reach Sequence 8, and then the contract will be terminated and you will be re-employed. If you are not outstanding and have no background, you can only endure. If you are lucky, you have not gone crazy or been shot by a cultist when you are about 60 years old, and you have survived.

This is how some of the middle sequences of the elderly in Shuisha City are obtained.

After all, this place is not a big city.

The resources that can be allocated from above are definitely not too many, plus there are empty salaries and layers of corruption, the extraordinary people in small places are actually more down-to-earth than imagined.

Sometimes, they even take on some handicraft work.

For example, scholars can copy some ancient books for nobles, and hone themselves at the same time. If they are lucky, they may be able to find a secret book to study. And craftsmen can use hammers to knock some special mechanical parts to sell to factories. Those with strong strength can go to the docks to watch the scene. Some can also provide long-term nourishment and slow down aging for noble ladies.

This is a small place.

Becoming an extraordinary person is not as thrilling as imagined, and you can fight against the cultists who try to do evil in the story. Some spare money can be saved, but it is impossible to save too much to cross the ceiling. Perhaps it takes two or three generations of efforts to be successfully accepted into the upper class circle.

Small places also mean serious solidification. It is hard to say that you can see the fierce flow of big cities. It seems that everyone has been destined from the moment they are born, whether they are mud legs or nobles.

Such a life doesn't seem to be a big deal.

Antoine secretly pulled out a piece of hay and put it in his mouth, thinking about what happened last night. A nouveau riche wanted to have sex with a village girl, but he was killed or stabbed to death because he was unwilling to pay.

The big shot above asked him to investigate, saying that there were suspicious points at the scene.

Suspicious points!

They just saw that the people under them were restless, so they deliberately made trouble for them. What suspicious points can there be in this lousy thing that can't be controlled? That son of the Labour Party, if he has no money and no background, he will be convicted and thrown into jail for others to rescue him. Some people have also hinted that this matter should not be interfered with. It's really annoying.

Who wants to do a thankless job? At least Antoine doesn't want to.

As he chewed hay, his eyes could not help but glance at two figures, one tall and one short. Both were well-dressed, with the demeanor of a big city gentleman. What they wore, held in their hands, and wore around their waists were all high-end goods. Oh, I envy him, but I can't envy him enough, because they are all gold pounds.

Antoine knew the tall one, the great detective Sherlock.

It is said that there is no case he can't solve, whether it is an ordinary homicide or an extraordinary assault case, he can catch the murderer accurately like an eagle and ruthlessly expose all the opponent's sophistry.

The short one is called Lin En. It is said that he is a law enforcer from a big city. He looks like an elf. The most talked about by those ladies at night is how great he is. He is indeed very handsome. Not to mention those ladies, even Antoine, looking at this platinum-haired and blue-eyed boy, feels that his mother is not beautiful enough for a man.

He suddenly understood why so many priests like to exorcise little boys every year.

It's a pity that he doesn't like it.

Antoine spat on the ground out of boredom. He sincerely envied the two handsome gentlemen. Although they were in a prosperous big city, it was a little dangerous, but even if they had to wait for seniority, they would have a chance to fight for the middle sequence.

Middle sequence.

From sequence 6 to saint, they were the components of the power center. They shared the rule of this continent with those shrewd and capable superiors.

Just when Antoine was bored and felt that his life was really boring and boring, and was thinking about what the two gentlemen from the big city wanted to do here, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, because the two gentlemen he was secretly criticizing were walking towards him.

Walking towards him?

Only 28 years old, he had fired no more than 50 pistol bullets in his life, and had never fought in a real sense. The greatest contribution in his life was to catch two bloody thieves, but Antoine still had some vague hope in his heart, and his heart suddenly began to beat.

Could it be?

Antoine felt his breathing become a little faster, and he vaguely sensed something.

Until the great detective named Sherlock came in front of him. This tall man with overly sharp eyes scanned Antoine up and down like an X-ray, and then he seemed to see the nervousness and hesitation in his heart, the ambition that he was unwilling to be trapped in a small place forever to gain experience, and showed a knowing smile.

Sherlock patted Antoine's shoulder very kindly, and his voice shone into his heart like a ray of light, and he seemed to hear the roar from his soul.

"Antoine, do you want to be a big shot that everyone is paying attention to? Today, right here!"

Lin En's mouth twitched.

He obviously noticed that Sherlock was guiding the law enforcer of this small town. The other party was obviously not well-trained and did not notice the power of being guided.

"Of course! Mr. Sherlock, I want to be like you, I want to be as brilliant as you and attract everyone's attention!" Antoine's face flushed, and he waved his fists with a hoarse look.

The little gentleman's facial muscles were a little distorted.

He felt that Sherlock must be a dangerous person. With this ability to easily guide an extraordinary person into a state of fanaticism, maybe one person could incite thousands of ordinary people to enter a zero-dollar purchase state.

"Okay, Antoine, I knew I was right." Sherlock smiled with satisfaction. "Now, there is an opportunity in front of you. Mr. Lin En and I are going to inspect Mr. Leonardo's tent. We are all gentlemen and know the rules. We just hope to clear a gentleman's name. If you are willing to cooperate, if we can clear his grievances, then all the glory will belong to you."