Watching the vehicle go away, the elder of the patrol duo shrugged and sighed at the young man he was leading: "You see, this is the strange hobby of rich people."

"Do you use your actions to demonstrate your philanthropic virtues, or do you just want to show off in front of your female companion?" After the young patrolman finished speaking, he noticed the beggar walking into the alley: "I know what's interesting, if he dares to stop another car again?"

, we will definitely drive him away."

"Yes, the nobles won't like people begging on the main road." The older group said this. Hearing the sound of the motorcycle motor behind him, he sighed helplessly: "Look, now you have money.

There were more and more people, and everyone began to hate the unmanageable means of transportation like horse-drawn carriages and the horses responsible for carrying them through the streets."

After saying that, the two patrol officers turned around and saw a blue motorcycle with the coat of arms of the Department of Homeland Security printed on the door. The person in charge of operating the motorcycle was a young man. The young man sitting in the back seat looked at the two

The patrolman nodded: "Good evening, you two. I'm Zem from Homeland Security. Here's my ID."

"Ah, good evening, Mr. Zem, First Class Investigator, your new department is really good, what can I do?" The older group of patrol officers were very envious of this motorcycle. As for the Homeland Security Bureau, this new department gathered

There are several real-power departments in the royal capital, and all extraordinary events are now handled by them.

This is not about the children of the nobles coming to gild. The older group understands what terrible things these young people have to deal with. In comparison, the beggars and thieves they have to deal with are as cute as babies.

"Have you seen any strangers or anyone suspicious around here?" Zem took back his ID and slowly asked the patrolmen in his northern Sidney dialect.

"No, Your Excellency, unless the philanthropic gentleman and the bold beggar can also be regarded as suspicious characters." The older group shook their heads: "By the way, I'm sorry, I haven't confirmed what can be called suspicious characters."

"Well... nothing, thank you for your report." After Zem finished speaking, he patted the car door. When the motorcycle started to move, the young man smiled and raised his police hat: "Good night, you two."

"Good night, Your Excellency." The two patrol officers also raised their hats and watched the motorcycle and its distinguished guests disappear into the depths of the night.

"Old Jack, when will we have such a beautiful street patrol car?"

"About when you are too old to walk anymore." The older group said with a smile and noticed a few guys in black appearing on the street corner.

The other person's eyes met.

So the older group immediately bit down on the whistle and blew it - for a reason.

Because he doesn't know who his opponent is.

If the opponents were ordinary thieves, they would run away as soon as he blew the whistle.

If the opponent is a little thief with extraordinary abilities, they should disappear in front of them as quickly as possible as soon as he blows the whistle.

If the opponent is a robber with extraordinary abilities, his whistle may lead to death, but it is better to blow the whistle before death than to be killed silently. The Sidney police system will never let go

Anyone who dares to kill his colleagues, even if he is a noble, cannot be allowed. Even if the police system cannot convict the other person, it will definitely eliminate all members of this noble family through private duels again and again.

After all, we are just His Majesty's dogs.

………………

Marin stopped the car at the intersection, because there was a carriage convoy passing in front, and the patrolman who maintained order came over to have a look. The rough-faced guy looked much better after noticing the Mage Tower emblem on the door of the motorcycle.

: "I'm sorry, you two, this is the elf trading company's fleet, you need to wait a moment."

"It's okay, we're not in a hurry." Marin said as he stood up and stretched.

The convoy was moving forward slowly, and some elves were sitting on the roof of the car. Among them were old members who seemed to be accustomed to strange things, and some young people who were looking around curiously.

"From Evernight Island?" Marin asked in Elvish.

"Yes, my child, may the branches flourish."

"Good evening, elder, may your leaves be prosperous."

Since it was pure Elvish, Marin didn't have to worry about anything. He sat back in the passenger compartment and took out a book to kill time - he took it out from the bookshelf.

Well, the title of the book is - On the impact of syllable omission in surgical formula structure on surgical time.

It sounded very high-end, and Marin felt a little bit difficult - he relied entirely on his father's bloodline to perform the technique, and all his skills were natural. This kind of thing that even has thirteen classifications for how big the tongue is when making retroflex sounds is too counter-intuitive.

Human beings.

Putting the book back calmly, Marin took out another book.

I took a look at the title of the book - On the Next Generation Evolution of Muskets.

I'm familiar with this thing!

Marin opened the first page happily... and then glanced at Cross: "Dear, are you, the old man in the Mage Tower, just thinking about these things when you have nothing to do?"

He unfolded the book in his hand and found on the first page the battle mage's first-generation tactical decisive weapon - the 75mm assault mortar.

You battle mages hold this thing with both hands and think about what bad luck you can fight?

"Oh, this thing is actually used by stone elements. Before long-barreled artillery became popular, stone elements would use this kind of cannon to bombard opponents during battles." Cross said this and pointed to the line below.

Small print: "Look at the introduction below."

Marin took it back and took a look - it was first put on the battlefield two hundred years ago and has been used for twenty years.

"Okay."

After turning over the first page, the cannon on the second page becomes a long-barreled artillery. This thing called a long-barreled assault gun is obviously not used by humans. It has handles on both sides, and it is obviously also carried by elemental creatures.

Used for shelling, this long-barreled assault gun has three subtypes. The trial type has a caliber of 80 mm and only has two of them. It should be used for technical verification.

The mass-produced model has a caliber of 80 mm. A total of 420 were produced and were used in many battles. Because they used solid bullets, the effect was not good.

Planned production type, 75mm, only one was built, it was a reproduced version of the explosive ammunition 150 years later. What made Marin curious was that this thing had a turret-like structure, double-mounted, and ten rounds of ammunition.

Clamping.

"What is the planned production type?"

"It was intended to be installed on an ironclad ship. Later, I found that it would be more useful for battle mages to use it as a ground attack."

"How did the battle mage fly into the sky with this thing?"

"The weight-reducing magic circle and the floating chain equipment are cutting-edge technologies from another world, but they require very powerful psychic abilities from the battle mages. This planned production model was used for fifteen years, and then was replaced by a new assault gun."

As a member of the Mage Tower, Cross explains these things in detail.

Marin felt that this explanation did make sense, so he turned another page.

This time the gun is a heavy assault gun, with a caliber of 240 mm, a single shot, and there is only one prototype.

The comment below is - the recoil tore the battle mage who was testing him in half. This incident triggered a mandatory regulation that must undergo data verification before weapon trial production.

...That should be the case. These guys are really crazy. This is the firepower of the World War II patrol. You let the battle mage take it to the sky to fight Chaos?

Even if Chaos doesn't call the police, the Battle Mage will call the police for you resource-wasting fools.

When he saw the fourth page, the convoy had completely passed. Cross released the brakes and continued to move forward by operating the locomotive.

Then he glanced at the guy on the fourth page - the 406mm second-generation decisive weapon (data demonstration). Marin stuffed the thing back on the shelf, and at the same time confirmed that one of the parents of the craftsmen in the Mage Tower had an Army soldier.

The other one is the navy.

Because only such a combination can come up with such terrible things.

But one thing to say, this thing is much more powerful than the Sanqi handheld machine.

Just as he was thinking this, Marin heard a whistle coming from the street behind him.

Then, as if boiling, the siren car and whistle sounded immediately. The police gentlemen who had nothing to do on the roadside immediately jumped on a blue motorcycle and rushed towards the direction of the whistle.

By the way, by acting so strictly tonight, Marin discovered for the first time that Mr. Cassaman's life as a bottom fisher is really colorful. You'd better run hard, Mr. Cassaman.

Just as he was thinking this, Marin saw a half-clothed man knocking open the street door and running under the watchful eyes of Marin and a carload of policemen.

A policeman immediately turned on the searchlight on the roof of the car: "It's Bani Sarto, who escaped from prison three times!"

Ah, it turned out to be the gentleman who escaped from prison.

Marin stood up and watched this gentleman swinging his small certificate and quickly approaching the car, as if he wanted to hijack the car.

Marin thought for a while, and finally Feo pulled out a long-barreled double-barrel shotgun from the hidden cabinet under the car, Lorraine pulled out a short-barreled double-barrel shotgun, and Melo pulled out a long-barreled double-barrel shotgun from Marin's waist.

Two revolvers came out.

Facing the guys of different sizes and lengths, the gentleman smiled awkwardly, then turned around and ran quickly towards the alley.

Then he was hit by an electric shock bullet fired by Feo. The soft bullet had its own electric shock damage and hit his rough-haired buttocks. It knocked the idiot down and shocked him to the point of foaming at the mouth.

"Good marksmanship." The policeman in the car jumped out: "Sir, your bounty..." "How much is he worth?"

Marin asked condescendingly.

"Forty dollars."

"Very good, now they have paid for your afternoon tea, thank you for your hard work." After saying this, Marin waved to them and then sat back on the passenger seat.

"Does Mr. Marin look down on that fugitive?" Cross asked curiously.

"Yeah, he escaped from prison three times and it's worth forty yuan. I think this guy is a little pitiful, but the law is the law. Since he is a fugitive and wants to hijack our car, he needs to pay some price." Marin finished.

, relaxing himself on the cushioned seat: "I hope he can live a colorful life in the next fourth prison sentence."

"By the way, why did he run out of someone else's house so disheveled?"

Cross asked with some confusion.

Marin thought for a while and decided to keep the answer in his stomach.
Chapter completed!