People in the League, Masters of Time Management

"The border market can reduce some agents." Caitlin sat next to her and carefully pointed out the omissions in the layout. "There are a lot of good and bad people there, and there are many eyeliners of big families. The number of people sent there can be reduced appropriately."

"Well... that makes sense."

Mubai nodded, and drew a minus sign on the icon of the border market.

Victor only disclosed the approximate time, but no one knows exactly when Code C will come out to do something, so someone needs to be on guard 24 hours a day throughout the city to avoid sudden damage and large-scale casualties.

However, as we all know, there are ghosts in the Piltover police, and the police officers must be unreliable.

Then it can only rely on the Philos family in charge of Camille.

Camille is a very shrewd strong woman, she knows how to choose.

If she sits idly by and allows foreign forces headed by Code C to successfully infiltrate the Twin Cities, then her Philos family will also suffer immeasurable losses, or even be wiped out.

Therefore, she must now take the initiative to cooperate with Mu Bai and temporarily hand over the command of the family agents to the latter.

"How about this now?" After some revisions, Mu Bai pushed the map in front of the girl.

Compared with him, an outsider, Caitlin, who grew up in Piltover, has a deeper understanding of the surrounding terrain and situation, and has more power to speak. It is absolutely right to ask her to be a staff officer.

"It's perfect." Caitlin looked carefully at the marks on the map. "Under the premise of not increasing or reducing the number of agents, this layout is the most reasonable."

"That's good. Now we just have to wait for Code C to come out and make trouble."

Mu Bai put down the quill, stretched comfortably, and was about to rub the sore cervical spine, a soft and smooth little hand was already on top of it.

"Thanks for your hard work, now is the rest time." The girl massaged him very intimately.

"Thank you."

Mu Bai leaned on the back of the chair, and slowly closed his eyes.

But before his eyes were completely plunged into darkness, he seemed to see Caitlin quietly unbuttoning a button on his chest through the mirror on the table.

Ok?

Is this a new massage technique...

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Piltover Police Administration Office, in the Regional Governor's Office.

Cage Ross sat at the table, the black and white uniform on his body made him look more energetic, and his gray temples added a bit of majesty and kindness to him.

"It's really been a long time." He smiled and looked at the girl across the table, "I haven't heard from you since you were transferred away. I thought you despised me as a bad old man and didn't want to come back."

Before the other party could reply, he added: "Just like Kaitlyn, she dislikes me for being too old and doesn't want to work together anymore."

"No, no, how could we despise you..." Picheng Law Enforcement Officer Wei hurriedly waved his hands, a pair of huge steel gloves shook loudly.

"No? One of you resigned, and the other came back for more than ten days without seeing your shadow. Doesn't that mean you despise me?"

"We are... um... there are other reasons..." Wei was flustered, but she didn't know how to explain it.

Caitlin had resigned after she learned that there was an insider in the Piltover police, and she also tried not to run into the police under Caitlin's instruction.

But it is inconvenient to say this matter clearly, let alone to the high-level security guards in Piltover...

What if the old Ross in front of him is the insider... Although the probability is lower than winning the lottery, it is not impossible.

Feeling conscientious, the leader she respects the most is Old Rose, but since Caitlin emphasized that she cannot tell anyone, she has no choice but to keep it a secret.

"Haha, it's just a joke, don't take it seriously." Seeing the other party's disturbed appearance, Rose laughed out loud, with an imperceptible sternness flashing in his eyes.

"Um...sorry, Governor Ross."

"Hey, there's nothing to apologize for. You young people are busy and have your own affairs. I can understand."

Old Rose waved his hands indifferently, a smile appeared on his slightly wrinkled face, and the forehead lines above his eyes were stacked one after another.

"I came here this time to trouble you with something."

"Ah, just tell me." Wei nodded lightly, subconsciously intertwining her militant fists.

"There is trouble in Piltover." Old Ross said straight to the point, "A terrorist organization with powerful firepower will attack the official hall of Piltover in about two days—the north side of the city."

Vi nodded again, not too surprised.She had heard about the terrorist attack from Mu Bai before, but she was not sure of the address.

"I need your help." Old Rose quietly observed the changes in the girl's micro-expression. He saw something, but didn't say it clearly.

In front of an old fox like him who is over half a century old and has been in the ups and downs of the officialdom for more than ten years, Wei's little thoughts are almost transparent.

"Do you need me to go to the north of the city to guard? No problem."

"Yeah." Old Rose said in a relieved tone, "Now in the entire Piltover guard, the person I trust the most is you."

"It's my honor, Governor Ross." Vi stood up and saluted.

"Haha. Let's go tomorrow morning, okay?"

"no problem."

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On the other side of Piltover, Victor was ready.

A total of 56 MK-2-scavengers and one MK-21-killer were completed.

"It's really sad to say goodbye when we just met..."

Victor patted a robot on the shoulder, and then wrapped the alchemy pot on its back with a black cloth, making it look like it was carrying a burden.

As for other parts, the original skin of the transformed person is enough to confuse ordinary people, so there is no need to add more.

"Go and let the world see your power and the greatness of glorious evolution, children."

"The world needs change, and human beings need to pursue excellence."

"Everything is changing, only 'change' is constant..."

PS:

I encountered a very funny thing today, I am living in Bengbu, I feel uncomfortable if I don’t tell it...

It’s like this. Last week, Coke went out with a friend for a midnight snack. The first order cost 50, and Coke paid for it.After eating, we felt that it was not enough, so we added another 34 yuan for barbecue, which was paid by our friends.

After eating, we went back to our respective homes, and we lived in peace.

Until today, a week later.

That friend, VX chatted with me privately:

"You still have 34 yuan that you haven't transferred to me."

Cola:? ? ?

Conscience of heaven and earth, Coke never said to invite him to eat supper, we just stopped by to eat together, Coke doesn't know him very well, just ordinary friends.

It's very inexplicable, because the first time the Coke paid for the big head, so he defaulted to this Coke treat.

? ? ? ?

Really, Coke is not bad for dozens of dollars, but I feel very uncomfortable!

I can invite you, but you can't grab it!Why do you come to me for money?

Finally, Coke transferred the 34 yuan to him.

VX messages are set to do not disturb, and Moments are blocked, so let’s make friends here.

I never thought that Coke would encounter such a strange thing in real life.

Chapter 70 I keep a hand

In corners where no one noticed, there was an undercurrent of Piltover.

But on the bright side, it's just a peaceful day.

At least for Hans Pierre, there was nothing special today, at most, the air around the exhalation station was a bit more turbid.

As a low-level low-light wine dealer, he is too lazy to observe this and that every day like those artists. He just wants to make more money, and then find a way to escape from the damn Zaun.It would be great if you could step on Pillo's head.

"Damn it, this road is getting more and more difficult... No one will fix it?!"

Pierre cursed and climbed up the main road along the rope. After his feet were firmly planted, he didn't forget to turn around and spit on the path connecting Zaun and Picheng.

A loud curse came from the vertically downward dark path.

"Oh, you should scold that unknown idiot road designer, not me who spat." Pierre patted the dust on his hands and left contentedly.

The streets were bustling with people, and most of them had tired looks on their faces, as if the morning sun would make them tired.

In the morning, you should be energetic and full of energy!Pierre thought indignantly, these leather men really don't know their blessings, they are as disgusting as the plague rats in the gutter area.

He folded his hands on his chest, his face full of disdain and resentment, and his steps were fast and heavy on the bluestone road.

The smell wafted from a restaurant that had just opened. Grilled fish and freshly baked Shurima sunbread made him salivate, but instead of entering the restaurant, he stopped a woman pushing a small oven. She bought a cup of tea and a cheap sweet cake there.

The taste is not bad, much more fragrant than the food in Zaun, and the price is still fair.

"It's a pity that the amount is too small... Pilkes are all the same, they are all cheapskates."

Pierre sucked ten fingers in turn, then quickly walked through the alley on the right side of the restaurant, and walked into the low bungalow hidden in a small corner.

"Hey, good morning, Cyclops." He greeted the big man behind the wooden counter, but he was ignored.

This room is a bit narrow, and the not-so-spacious aisle is lined with boxes, and the light is much dimmer than the outside, giving it a gloomy feeling.

"Hey, Cyclops, is this your business attitude?" Pierre knocked hard on the counter, "You won't be infected by those pimps, right?"

"Don't be noisy, don't be noisy, don't be noisy, the key here is that you don't make trouble." The big man turned his face halfway, frowned and glared at Pierre, and continued to play with something in his hand.

After a minute or two, he carefully put down the pyramid-shaped paper cards and turned around:

"To do the shopping or to have fun? For the fun, I suggest you hang out at the strip clubs up the block."

"I don't need you to tell me." Pierre shrugged. "When shopping, follow the old rules."

"The third oldest brewer?"

"Well, as usual, a box for each."

"Okay." The big man bent down and rummaged through piles of wooden boxes.Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead all the way through the eyepatch of his right eye, and he didn't know if it would get into the hollow eye socket.

"There are a lot fewer guards nearby these days." He chatted while looking for something, "You know, those pimps are as annoying as flies. It's much quieter this time."

"Well, it sounds good." Pierre casually perfunctory, a restless hand quietly climbed onto the wooden counter, on which there were big rolls of cigarettes.

This guy has earned me a lot of money... I should order something from him.

Soon, the big man moved three boxes of raw materials to the counter.

Pierre has done the procurement many times, and he can tell that there is something wrong with the three boxes at a glance.

Too heavy.

"I'm a regular customer, Cyclops." He said in a deep voice.

"Huh? Is there a problem at a glance?"

Not only did the big man whose trick was exposed, he didn't become angry, but he laughed heartily. The scar on his right eye trembled along with his face, which looked a little scary.

"A batch of new ones came today. They are good and cheap. Of course, if you want the old ones, I have them too."

"You better not be kidding me." Pierre muttered and pulled off the wooden cover, grabbing a blazing twig used for brewing.

From the outside, there is nothing wrong with it.

Taste it... well, the salty and astringent taste is okay, and it seems to be... fresher?

"How about it, isn't it high quality and cheap?" The big man's smile became brighter.

"You want to pass good products off as good ones? Are you crazy?" Pierre clicked his tongue and spit out the dirt in his mouth. "Others are passing second-best products as good ones, so how can you use good ones to pass them off?"

"No way... smuggled goods, the sooner you sell the better, it's a waste of money anyway."

"Smuggled goods...?" Pierre frowned, subconsciously glanced at the door a few times.Fortunately, I didn't see half of the shadow.

"Don't be so nervous. As I said, there are no guards here these days, otherwise I wouldn't have such a thing."

"You are really brave..."

When Pierre recalled the scene, he did not see a few guards along the way.

It is said that the Pilgrims in charge dropped all the guards to the north of the city, and they don't know why.