They all call me master

Maltz and Odo walked side by side, followed by a group of twelve patrolmen.

"Are you really sure that the mastermind of the baby theft case is in Kirk Street?"

Odo asked Maltz again as he was about to turn from Dal Lane onto Kirk Street.

The tone was stiff, even questioning.

Everyone in the Shire District knows that Maltz is no longer the Maltz he used to be. The opponent who is bent on retiring has long since become weak and easy to bully.

Even if something goes too far, they will choose to swallow it.

At first, Odo was wary of Maltz.

But as other police officers tried to test and Maltz refused to resist, Odo became more confident and bold.

Just like this time——

Maltz clearly found the mastermind of the baby theft case but asked him to help. If it were anyone else, Otto would definitely refuse this kind of sharing of profit and credit, and be wary of whether the other party was planning for him.

But if it was Maltz, Otto didn't become suspicious at all.

After all, Maltz wants to retire safely!

But Sheriff Wuerth didn't want to let Maltz go so easily.

A third-level police officer is a rare backbone in the Shire District. Wouldn't it be better to replace him with one of our own?

Everyone knew what Wuerth planned.

Everyone was laughing at Maltz's joke.

Including Otto.

Otto knew very well why Maltz gave him a share of the credit, it was just to win over him.

pity……

He has long been Sheriff Wuerth's man.

There's nothing I can do, who made that Sheriff Wuerth promise too much!

Not only him, but as far as Odo knew, many police officers in the Shire District had taken refuge with the police chief!

As for the patrol?

How could a group of temporary workers be qualified to seek refuge with a police chief? If they could curry favor with a fifth-level police officer, they were just lucky.

"No problem at all."

"This is the news I paid a high price for."

Maltz answered affirmatively as before, with even more distress in his expression.

Otto felt distressed when he saw this, knowing that Maltz must have spent a lot of money.

Later, I heard Maltz say.

"That bastard Joseph deserves to die. He owed me 10 gold tickets and he died like this. That was my pension money!"

"Then you're wasting your time!"

Otto curled his lips, full of disdain.

He is a fourth-level police officer, and Joseph is also a fourth-level police officer. Although he also eats, drinks, and gambles, compared with the latter, he is a good police officer.

At least, he won't take human lives for no reason.

Not like that bastard Joseph.

Slide in?

How is it slippery?

Even if it's tied to a pillar, can it be slid in?

At least it has to be on the bed.

However, Maltz's pension seems to be quite large. Do you want to find a way to pay for it?

What he was thinking in his heart was already spoken out by Odo.

"Malts, I hope to have a good friendship with you. What do you think of the house in the Shire?"

Maltz almost laughed when he heard such shameless words.

Odo came close to telling the story of robbery.

Houses in the Shire are not cheap. Even on the streets where common people live, the price is about 300 gold tickets. For streets like Dal Lane, which is close to the middle class, the price is about 400 gold tickets.

To put it simply, if you want to buy a house in a place like Dal Lane, it will take about four years based on the highest average income of civilians in the Shire.

The prerequisite for this four-year period is that the civilian family has at least two full-time strong laborers, and they do not eat, drink or get sick.

Otherwise, everything is just a dream.

But now, Odo opens his mouth and gets 400 golden tickets.

Maltz didn't think about the 300 golden tickets. With the greed shown by the other party, it could never be the lowest, and it definitely couldn't be the highest.

Why not the highest?

It's not that the other party's conscience finds out, but that the other party is afraid of scaring him away.

At the same time, he is also testing himself.

Once he gives in again, he appears wealthy again.

Maltz knew what the outcome would be.

Fortunately, he woke up in time.

"Well."

Maltz pondered for a moment, then made a gesture to Otto to talk aside.

Suddenly, Otto was overjoyed.

He just wanted to try.

Unexpectedly, Maltz might actually agree!

That’s 400 golden tickets!

It was enough for him to go to Inner Bay for a long vacation!

no!

I need to type more out!

Thinking in his heart, Odo said to the patrolmen behind him.

"You guys keep going!"

After saying that, he walked straight to the side alley, unbuckling his belt as he walked, as if he was going to urinate anywhere.

South Los Angeles has long banned open defecation, but except for the most prosperous places among the five major districts, the remaining small streets and alleys have always been prohibited.

Even the most prosperous Shire area is the same.

Maltz stood aside and waited.

A group of twelve patrol policemen did not show any suspicion and went straight forward.

After the team of patrolmen walked more than ten meters, Maltz walked towards the alley.

"I am willing to establish friendship with you, but I am taking a huge risk..."

"Well, that is?"

Odo, who was ready to make more money, began to chatter, but as soon as he said a word, Maltz looked behind him unexpectedly.

Otto turned around subconsciously.

puff!

A dagger pierced the back of his heart. Odo subconsciously opened his mouth to cry out in pain, but a palm covered his mouth, blocking the pained cry that came out of his mouth. Then, the dagger passed by his throat.

"Don't be nervous, dizziness is normal."

Otto could not believe until his death that Maltz dared to kill him.

Why?

Odo's remaining consciousness allowed him to vaguely see Maltz facing him with a smile.

That smile was extremely unfamiliar and full of cruelty.

How could such a cruel smile appear on the honest and responsible Maltz who is about to retire?

Otto was puzzled.

As the remaining consciousness dissipated, Odo only saw Maltz turning around and saluting outside the alley.

But who that person was, he couldn't see clearly.

Arthur stood at the entrance of the alley. He watched Maltz wipe Odo's neck, and the corners of his mouth could not help but turn up slightly. Maltz, who turned around, was also smiling.

This is what Arthur calls ‘the support that can promote our cooperation’.

Maltz also said, ‘It can be done in an hour at most’.

The cooperation between the two parties will go further.

"Mr. Kratos..."

"Malts, you can call me Arthur. After all, we are friends now."

Arthur pointed to Odo's lifeless body on the ground.

Choosing Odo was not a random choice.

The opponent is quite active in the Shire area and is a die-hard supporter of Wurth.

To this end, Würth spent a lot of effort and invested considerable resources.

Therefore, if something happens to the other party, Wuerth will definitely come to the Shire area from the dock area overnight.

Coincidentally, Wurth also had a mistress in the Shire.

And there is absolutely no way Wurth would stay in the morgue overnight.

So, it seems reasonable that something unexpected happened to Chief Wuerth, who was heartbroken and stayed up all night, right?

At least, it's enough that it seems reasonable.

Some spots, once available, are enough to attract everyone's attention.

That's true for Lauck.

Wurth?

No exception.

"Arthur!"

Maltz changed his title, but his tone remained respectful.

As the two walked side by side, Arthur became more and more satisfied with Maltz, but his vigilance also began to rise.

This seemingly harmless old man is truly terrifying.

Look at Odo's body on the ground!

There is no doubt that anyone who hinders the old man's goal will be killed.

But when Arthur looked at Maltz, he became more kind.

Because the two of them have the same goal:

He needs help from the other party to get rid of Wuerth.

The other party also wants to get rid of Wuerth.

With the foundation of killing Odo, and after killing Wuerth together, the friendship between the two will inevitably become stronger. If they do something more, it will be indestructible.

Therefore, at this moment, Arthur was extremely concerned about catching the mastermind of the baby theft case.

Not only for myself now, but also for myself in the future.

What a win-win!

He, Arthur, must win twice!

When he was about to arrive at 14 Kirk Street, Arthur did not follow the patrol team anymore. He just handed a few bottles of 'holy water' to Maltz and then jumped onto the house.

Seeing Arthur just take off and jump straight to the roof, even if it was just a low first floor, Maltz's eyes narrowed.

Maltz, who had originally connected Arthur with some of his past, confirmed at this moment that Arthur was related to those things.

Especially when he saw Arthur holding an umbrella in the drizzle, carrying the psychic box, putting 'Anna' in his arms, and walking on the ridge of the roof, Maltz immediately withdrew his gaze.

A strange feeling arose in his heart again!

He was worried that if he continued to watch, he would fall into a nightmare again.

At that time, he probably couldn't even pick up the sword.

"Change the crossbow arrows!"

"Get the kerosene bottle ready and follow my orders!"

"Three two one..."

"Throw!"

Six kerosene bottles smashed into clay pots were thrown straight at No. 14 Kirk Street, followed by two torches.

boom!

Even in the rain, the flames were already rising.

And in the next moment——

boom!

The door of No. 14 Kirk Street was knocked open, and a figure rushed out.

Whoosh whoosh!

The patrolmen who had replaced their crossbows in the rain all pulled the triggers, and the arrows pierced the figure directly.

But the sound is wrong!

Chop chop chop!

It seemed to be stuck on the wood. After the figure landed, all the patrol officers discovered that it turned out to be a clothes hanger with a coat on it.

And at this time——

Whoosh!

A figure rushed out and headed straight for Maltz.