Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 89.5. Engineers
The following day, May 9th.

Dusk in the afternoon.

On the main road of the Keboluo Street area.

As one of the more decent streets in the slums, this place was much like the other streets, even featuring a four-story building like the "Bavlo Credit Company." However, the building was now empty, and the black marks from the fire on the walls two months ago had gradually faded under the sun and wind.
At this very moment, in front of a roadside grocery store, a blond police officer posted a notice in black and white on a piece of paper.

"Hello, this is a routine patrol by the Public Security Department. This is a newly issued notice from above. Please take a look and remember it!"

Yuri handed the proclamation to the shopkeeper across the iron railing, straightened his police cap, and said, "I'm doing my job properly."

The grocery store's sales window was protected by iron bars, and he would only open the small chained window to talk when money was exchanged for goods.

“Yes, Sheriff…please wait a moment while I take a look.”

The man with blackened fingers took the paper and looked at it. He was the shop owner here. He put on his reading glasses, and although he didn't recognize some of the words, he could still understand the general meaning.

Because June 1st is the Bald King's birthday, and various countries will send friendly delegations to visit, the Cobolo neighborhood is required to maintain order and discipline in order to uphold the city's image.

In other words, don't cause trouble, at least keep the main roads clean and tidy.

"Wow, this is going to be difficult... There was even a shootout yesterday."

The grocery store owner awkwardly put down the paper. As an insider living here, he couldn't afford to offend either the police officer or the local gang.

Two months ago, the largest gang in the Kobo neighborhood disbanded overnight due to a violent attack by a mysterious man known as the Egg-Crushing Man.

After Baplo's death, the "Black Hand" gang, led by Baplo, saw its remaining hundreds of members scatter and form several factions, fighting for territory like a chaotic world.

As a result, in the current Kebo neighborhood, the "Iron Crocodile Gang" collected protection money a few days ago, and the "Mole Gang" came to collect protection money the next day.

Several groups of people went back and forth, causing them great distress.

"Oh, Sheriff, you must do us justice!"

Thinking of this, the grocery store owner spoke sadly and recounted his ordeal.

"This is outrageous!" Officer Yuri, full of passion, immediately decided to investigate to the end.

Lucia, who was not far from him, cast a glance at him. After telling the shop owner what she wanted, she came to Yuri's side, grabbed him by the back of his collar, and pulled him away.

“Mr. Yuri, our mission is simply to deliver the message from above—this is a slum, don’t get carried away with unnecessary enthusiasm.”

"What do you mean?"

“Scavengers, odd jobs, family-run illegal workshops, unlicensed street vendors and thieves—if you try to manage a slum, you could work yourself to death and still not restore stability. I mean, they have their own underlying logic.”

"Aaaaaah... Nagging old hag, let me go!"

The argument between the two was witnessed by He Ye, who was fifty meters away. He stroked his chin and sighed, "These two young police officers are really inexperienced."

Heye is also distributing official notices.

His reasoning was the same as Yuri's: because foreign delegations would be visiting on the bald king's birthday, and in order to demonstrate the country's strength and civilization, the Kobolo neighborhood was also included in the management (limited to 200 meters around the main road) and was required to maintain a good appearance during those days.

The task of relaying instructions to the citizens below falls to the police officers of the Public Security Bureau, just like what He Ye was doing on duty today.

However, today's team leader is not Officer Laun; he is resting due to a herniated disc.

"The Mole Gang? That sounds familiar."

Darren raised an eyebrow and walked over to He Ye. He was in high spirits because Officer Laun was on leave before the trip and he was taking over the team. He led the ace team of the Public Security Bureau.

—This is how it was described, to use his own words when he got out of the police car not long ago.

"Our group of four includes a master of hand-to-hand combat and shooting, a brilliant detective, and the top graduate of this year's police academy! We're practically the ace team of the security division!"

The expert in combat and shooting refers to himself, the wise detective refers to He Ye, and the top graduate of the police academy refers to the white-haired policewoman Lucia.

Although we should disregard the passionate newcomer—as he said, they are indeed a top-notch combination in some respects, capable of handling any security incident with ease.

"Ah! Robbery!"

As if by fate, a man's exclamation rang out from the roadside at that moment.

Upon hearing this, Darren and He Ye immediately turned their heads, as did the two rookie police officers who were flirting on the street next door.

At the alley entrance not far away, a boy wearing tattered rags was seen running wildly with a paper bag in his arms, gritting his teeth.

The robbed man was in a panic, clearly having just returned from the market after get off work—the market in the Koborok neighborhood is a non-public, self-organized area that sells daily necessities from various sources.

"Hey, we've got a job!"

Darren's eyes lit up, and he immediately gave chase.

He Ye followed closely behind but didn't intend to exert himself, since Darren would definitely catch up, not to mention that the blond police officer Yuri next to him had already accelerated and was showing signs of catching up.

"Don't run!!!"

Just over a minute later.

In the alleyway to the left, the robbing teenager was pinned to the ground, struggling desperately.

Darren, clutching the silver handcuffs, pressed his knee against Darren's back and breathed slightly, "You little brat, you're pretty fast!"

He Ye arrived just in time and clapped his hands repeatedly upon seeing the scene, saying, "Amazing! Amazing!"

Yuri, leaning against the wall, was out of breath but still pointed defiantly and said, "How could you... rob someone?!"

Several police officers surrounded the boy, handcuffing him and bustling around.

Lucia picked up everything that had fallen on the ground: a small bag of oats, a piece of lard, a carrot covered in dirt that didn't look very appealing, and bread made from hardened, low-quality flour.

After picking it up, she returned the paper bag to the pale and thin man who had rushed over, saying, "Please take good care of it."

"Thank you, thank you so much, Sheriff!"

The robbed man said, tears streaming down his face, "If it weren't for the cops around, this bag of food would have been lost!"

Yuri, having recovered, frowned as he looked at the boy in front of him, who was about his age, and asked again earnestly:
"Why resort to robbery? You have hands and feet, you're healthy, can't you make a living on your own?"

"..." There was blood on the corner of the boy's mouth, but he was too lazy to respond, seemingly a repeat offender.

The man carrying the paper bag also squeezed forward. Looking at the "friendly"-looking police officers, he mustered his courage and stammered:
"This guy is a repeat offender! Every time he's arrested, he's released within a day! Sir, you really need to keep a close eye on him! Don't let him go out and rob again!"

“Of course,” Darren replied with a smile.

Seeing how responsible the cops were, the man hesitated for a moment, then said, "He also has an accomplice!"

"Hey!" The down-on-his-luck boy's eyes suddenly turned fierce. "If you keep yelling like that, I'm not letting you off the hook!"

"Eek!" The grown man recoiled in shock, taking several steps back. Darren, seeing this, reached out and patted the boy's head, then made his decision:

"And the accomplice is still so arrogant. Sigh~ Go to jail and reform yourself. If you confess now, you still have hope. Otherwise, depending on my mood, you may spend the rest of your life in prison."

Darren casually tried to scare the young man, but the man didn't seem to be buying it and insisted that he had no accomplices.

He Ye stood by and watched, since he wasn't in charge here—after a two or three-minute wrangling, the boy was handcuffed, put in a police car, and taken back to the nearest police station by Lucia and Yuri.

Those who remained were He Ye, Darren, and the man who had been robbed.

He seemed very angry about this and offered to lead the way to the boy's house, because the accomplice might be there, and they all had to be brought to justice to uphold justice!
Although it deviated from the original mission, this little episode shouldn't take up too much time—He Ye and Darren followed on foot, venturing deeper into the Kobo district.

The poor people on the street around saw the cop walking here, and their expressions were uncertain, some avoiding him and others staring at him intently.

Finally, they arrived at the house the man had indicated, a shack made of tattered canvas and wood. The two officers pushed open the door and entered.

"elder brother!"

Inside the garbage-filled house, an eight-year-old boy turned around and shouted happily, startling the two people standing at the door.

……

More than twenty minutes later.

—Keboluo Street Area. Main Road—

"Um, senior officer, Commander Darren, should we also take this little boy back to the police station?"

As the afternoon sun began to set, Officer Yuri, who had already returned in his police car, scratched his head. Looking at the short, shivering boy with grime on his face, he couldn't help but ask him a question.

He Ye said helplessly, "There's nothing we can do. That citizen is following us; we can't just let him go right under our noses."

Darren, holding a sign language plug, said, "Take him back to the police station."

“Okay… alright…” Yuri said bitterly, pulling the trembling little boy into the car.

A moment later, the police car sped away again, leaving the two standing there.

Actually, we could have almost finished. The main obstacle to the publicity work at this point was that most people couldn't read, so sometimes we had to read the content to them word by word, which took a lot of time.

"Look, look, I've got it."

"It's not like we're fighting each other, you need to go and manage those gangs."

"Okay, okay, someone will handle it."

Darren shoved the paper in his hand into the hand of a frivolous man with a scar on his face who was passing by. He would obviously crumple it up and throw it in the trash after a few steps, but Darren still took it with a grin.

He Ye also clearly sensed the chaotic situation in the slums caused by Bapulo's death. There was no underground leader here, and although human intervention was possible, it was like cutting weeds—they would just sprout up again after a while.

Looking back, that unintentional act left a ripple effect.

For now, all we can do is send out messages to tell them to behave themselves and not cause trouble, since it would be time-consuming and laborious for the authorities to deal with them.

"Let's wrap up and get ready to go home," Darren said, clapping his hands. "We've been arranging for people to patrol here at night recently, so the security should improve a lot."

"Okay~ Shall we go grab a drink?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking, haha, my good buddy!"

Having worked in the Public Security Section for over two weeks, He Ye is practically a member of the team. She has a good grasp of both interpersonal relationships and case-handling procedures, making her much more composed than when she was in the Spy Section.

Sometimes, you get so caught up in the work that you almost forget your purpose—but after a brief moment of distraction, you remember it again.

Anyway, I opened the car door.

Just as the two were about to leave, Darren was bumped on the shoulder. It was clearly unintentional, but it was still quite offensive.

He Ye immediately stood by the door and looked over. He was in the driver's seat and was in charge of driving; Darren, who hadn't gotten in yet, was by the passenger door. He raised an eyebrow at the clueless guy.

The person who hit the man was a hunched old man, about 1.6 meters tall with a hunched back. There was a round, tumor-like protrusion on his back, and two burn scars on his rough cheeks.

His hair was sparse, and his eyes were sunken, making him look like an empty puppet who had never rested. He carried a tattered canvas bag on his back.

He held a shovel in his right hand, which was covered in dust and grime.

Wearing durable work pants makes him look like a manual laborer.

Beside him was a woman, silent, her face obscured by her hoodie.

Darren, who had originally intended to question the other party, saw their attire and after a long while, simply clicked his tongue and patted his shoulder as if it were bad luck.

"Watch where you're going."

"Sorry, sir."

A hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat.

Darren didn't care, but He Ye did—normally, people in the slums would call police officers either sheriffs or cops, never "sir."

However, it's not a good time to create unnecessary complications.

He casually closed the car door and prepared to drive off, while Darren, as if holding his nose and struggling to breathe, quickly drove away with the police car, his figure disappearing from the rearview mirror.

The hunchbacked old man who remained in place gently licked his lips.

"What did you just mean, Jorgen?"

The woman beside him asked in a low voice, her voice full of helplessness.

"I hate these damn bastards." The hunchbacked old man, called Jorgen, looked at the entrenching tool in his hand and muttered greedily, "And I want to kill someone too..."

“Don’t forget our purpose,” the woman in the hoodie said.

Faced with this eccentric captain, all she could do was offer advice.

Fortunately, after a moment of silence, Jürgen continued walking, emitting strange, low, and eerie laughter. His steps were slow, leading her deeper into the Koborough neighborhood, just like the ordinary poor people around him.

But in reality...

As members of the C Country intelligence organization, S-class agents "Soldier" and "Nightingale," along with three other agents from the organization, will meet up in the streets of Kobol today.

This is the perfect blind spot in Greenley City, making it incredibly convenient to establish safe houses, stockpile supplies, gather intelligence, and infiltrate.

Most importantly, they need to lay the floor for the upcoming stage.

(End of this chapter)