Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 89 Who's the Madman?
After the carriage traveled back and forth through the city streets several times, it entered a residential area.

This place felt somewhat visually familiar to Milo, because he also lived in a row of back-to-back residential buildings in the 23rd parish of Nanwei City.

The difference is that Mogot's residents are located at the very end of the building, in the corner.

This is one of the least sunny spots in the back-to-back building, and the interior is almost always dark and damp.

……

Sure enough, after Milo knocked for two minutes and finally woke up the homeowner, the three of them smelled a musty, rancid odor as soon as the door opened.

An elderly man with white hair opened the door.

His beard and hair must have been unkempt for years. Apart from a bright red, bulbous nose and two cloudy eyes, the rest of his face was covered with grayish-white hair and a long beard. The amount of hair he had was so abundant that it would make any woman jealous.

Along with the stench of rancidity emanating from the house, there was also a pungent smell of alcohol.

Just by smelling the odor, which was over 50 degrees Celsius, Milo could basically tell that the person in front of him was the retired old Mogot.

Mogot was not very tall.

Part of it may be due to age-related bone atrophy, but even when he stands up straight, he is still not as tall as Rebecca.

He was wearing a loose, tattered shirt and light shorts, with his feet bare.

If Milo hadn't been able to spot the thick calluses on the other man's hand at a glance, he would never have been able to associate this thin, frail old man with the profession of law enforcement officer.

……

When Mogot saw that all the visitors were wearing black trench coats, his eyes immediately became alert. He placed one hand on the door frame and stared intently at Milo, who was standing at the front.

"what's up?"

Milo tilted his head slightly and glanced into the dark room.

He saw some bandages and blood-stained cotton on the table, and then he keenly noticed a faint red stain seeping through the left shoulder of Mogot's loose shirt.

He immediately made a judgment in his mind—this old guy was injured.

Moreover, he wasn't crazy, or rather, not completely crazy, because he still knew how to bandage his wounds.

……

Looking away, Milo casually removed the mask from his face, grinning to reveal a row of pearly white teeth:
"We've come to bring you warmth as instructed by our superiors."

Milo brandished the two bottles of liquor in his hand, casually took Mogot's hand that was blocking the doorway, and shoved his way into the room. He placed the liquor on the table, completely ignoring everything else, and said cheerfully:

"It's warm at 60 degrees Celsius."

Mogot initially wanted to resist, but he was injured, and with Milo's strength increasing dramatically in a short period of time, his frail body was no match for Milo. He was practically carried back to the house by Milo.

"Let me go! Don't even think about taking my gun!!"

It seems the Galid law enforcement officers did a lot of "ideological work" on the old man, because his first reaction upon seeing the black trench coat was to protect his gun.

Milo smiled and looked around the room. Apart from some moldy wooden furniture, the most common items in the room were empty wine bottles, while the cleanest thing was the old-fashioned rifle hanging on the wall.

Although the gun barrel had been worn down to the point of losing all its luster, it was clear that it had been well-maintained, with the key structures intact.

"Tch, who cares about your broken firewood stick? It's just a gun, don't act like nobody else does."

Milo sat down on the beanbag chair next to him, drew his Remington revolver from his waist and slammed it onto the table. The heavy gun made the table creak as it hit the table.

His action startled Walker, and even Rebecca instinctively put her hand on her waist.

Who would throw a fully loaded heavy pistol at an old madman like a toy?
Don't you value your life?
……

But a strange scene appeared.

When Milo revealed his sidearm, Mogot's eyes, which had been erratic, seemed glued to the revolver, unable to look away, and even gleamed with an unusual light.

From Milo's perspective, the skinny old man in front of him was like Gollum seeing the One Ring, just short of choking on phlegm and shouting "My precious~~".

"hiss!……"

Mogot stood hunched over, carefully examining the revolver in front of the table. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but seemed hesitant to do so.

He kept reaching out and withdrawing his hand, causing Rebecca's brow to furrow and relax repeatedly...

"Never played anything like this before, have you?"

Milo looked at Mogot with a sly smile, his face displaying the lewd expression of a creepy old man luring a little girl with a lollipop:

"I want to discuss something with you. How about we trade this brand new Remington revolver for the one you have on your gun?"

The old man had just been carefully examining the rough and wild open structure of the revolver, but upon hearing Milo's words, his eyebrows immediately shot up:

"Dream on, you brat! There's only one of my guns in the entire city of Galid. You think you can trade it for your fancy little thing? Bah! I wouldn't trade it for the one you're carrying in your crotch!"

Mogot's tone was very forceful. The remaining three people in the room involuntarily turned their gaze to Milo's crotch, including himself.

After pausing for two seconds, Milo quickly holstered the revolver at his waist: "If you don't want it, just say so. Why say such insulting things?"

Noticing Mogot's reluctant gaze, Milo simply pulled up his trench coat to cover the exposed gun handle at his waist, refusing to let him even see it.

"Huh, who cares?"

Mogot snorted and paced around the table like a child, making sure he couldn't catch a glimpse of the alluring revolver from any angle. Only then did he reluctantly pull up a small stool, sit down, and rub the hair on his calves with both hands, muttering to himself with a look of dissatisfaction:
"What does a little brat know? Running here to show off. When I was playing with guns, you were still wearing open-crotch pants."

Seeing Mogot scratching his head in frustration, Milo was secretly delighted.

"Just kidding, it's true."

As he spoke, he unscrewed the cap of a bottle of spirits and said to Mogot:
"I'm a new recruit at the Galid Law Enforcement Agency. I heard from my colleagues that Old Mo is one of the best marksmen in Galid City, so I thought I'd come and pay him a visit. I hope to learn some marksmanship from you in the future. Don't rush me, don't rush me~~"

Milo held the bottle up to Mogot's face as if coaxing a child, then said:

"How about it? Let's have a drink, I'm already here."

However, what Mogot said next surprised everyone present.

The moment he smelled the pungent aroma of the alcohol, a look of intoxication crossed his face, but it vanished in an instant. He gave Milo a suspicious look, then said warily:
"Who are you trying to fool, you little bastard? There are no revolvers with that kind of configuration in Galid City. You're not even a local. And you little girl standing there silently, do you think I don't recognize the Chief of the Law Enforcement's badge?"

When Mogot said those words, Milo was stunned.

Not long ago, when he saw the old man's slurred manner, he thought he was really not quite right in the head.

Now it seems……

"You're not crazy, are you? Your brain works perfectly."

Milo put the bottle of wine on the table.

"Who said I'm crazy?! Huh? They're the crazy ones!" Mogot shouted angrily, pointing at the door.
"Stop yelling! I've told you I'm not crazy! You guys are never-ending! You won't stop at night, and you won't even give me a moment's peace during the day. If it weren't for your pitiful state, I would have shot you all dead!!!"

Mogot became more and more agitated as he spoke, his face turning red and spittle flying everywhere, looking like he was about to start a fight.

He seemed to have suffered a great injustice; his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, his whole body trembled, and he shouted curses towards the door:

"I told you to shut up!! Did you hear me! Still yelling! You're the crazy one! You're all fucking crazy!!!"

……

...

Inside the shady house, Milo and his two companions looked at each other in bewilderment.

The front door of the house remained open.

Mogot was pointing towards the deserted stone-paved street outside the house.

There was nothing there, except for the occasional withered, hardened leaf dragged along the street by the wind, making a strange creaking sound...

Although it was broad daylight, Mogot's strange behavior still sent a chill down Milo's spine.

"I take back what I just said."

Milo rubbed his temples.

It seems that this old guy's head is indeed a bit off.

……

Rebecca gave Milo a look, meaning that there was no need to waste time on this old madman and that they should head home.

But Milo wasn't in a hurry to leave.

He suddenly stood up abruptly, raised his voice, and pointed at the air outside the door, shouting:
"Shut the fuck up! Anyone who yells again, I'll shoot them dead!!"

After saying that, he raised his eyebrows and gestured for Rebecca to quickly close the door.

Rebecca understood immediately and did as instructed.

After the door closed, Mogot, who was initially agitated, gradually calmed down.

He was panting heavily when he grabbed the bottle on the table, gulped down two mouthfuls, and then handed the bottle to Milo.

Milo obediently gulped down two large mouthfuls, enduring the burning sensation churning in his throat and stomach, and asked Mogot through gritted teeth:
"Who are those people outside? They're so strange."

At this moment, Rebecca and Walker fully understood what Milo wanted to do. They each took a step back, trying their best to stay out of Mogot's sight.

……

Mogot sat on the small stool, scratching his head and panting for a few breaths before slowly speaking:
"A bunch of cannibalistic lunatics."

(End of this chapter)