"Yin... the people from Lower City took action against our law enforcement officers."
After an unknown length of silence, Marcus finally spoke with a dry voice.
The eyes he was looking at Grayson were radiating helplessness.
Marcos' tone also showed that he needed help.
"Two little girls with incredible fighting skills defeated seventeen law enforcement officers, including me."
He whispered: "There are no other Dicheng people to step in to help, just the two of them, we are vulnerable..."
Grayson didn't respond.
Marcus then continued his voice: "The people from the city robbed us of everything and made us run back wearing pieces of cloth and being ashamed."
Faced with Grayson's gaze, Marcus lowered his head slightly.
His eyes were slightly straightened, and he stared at the metal railing inserted into the ground and said: "In ten minutes it will be time to gather. I will lead a team of one hundred people to the lower city again. The order above is to eliminate all resisters.
.”
A slight and trembling inhalation sounded slowly.
Grayson's chest slowly rose and fell, and she finally spoke.
"Why……"
There was no expected rebuke or anger. Grayson's tone was very calm: "Marcus, is it because of your arrogance?"
"I……"
Marcus was speechless. He couldn't say it was because he had been bribed.
And Grayson didn't expect Marcus's answer.
She sighed weakly: "Marcus, once a dispute is provoked, it will never end."
Grayson stared at Marcus, who couldn't help but feel sad. Her tone finally showed sadness: "Look, because of your insistence, you will lead a hundred innocent companions there to die."
"Marcos!"
Grayson couldn't bear to see it and closed his eyes: "Have you...ever thought about the safety of those people and their families? Everyone will have to pay for your stubbornness and impulsiveness!"
"This...no!"
Marcus took a step forward in confusion.
He raised his right hand and grasped the railing tightly. He retorted to Grayson in a hurry: "We are fully armed! The council approved our use of heavy firepower! Facing the unarmed people in the lower city! The hundred of us are a solid fortress!
"
"No……"
Grayson opened his eyes and shook his head.
She sadly reminded: "As you can see, I have a pretty good relationship with Fandel, so I know some unknown information."
"You know? It's not that the people of Dicheng don't have weapons, they do!"
Grayson shouted in a deep voice: "Marcus! Look up at me!"
When the other party heard the order and looked at each other, she said in a serious voice: "Remember my next words! There may be a slight possibility of saving you!"
"You...please say it!" Marcos's voice was slightly trembling.
"Don't cause unnecessary killing!"
Grayson said extremely seriously: "At the beginning, Fandel just gathered people from the dark alleys, and they attacked the bridge unarmed! Yes! We won! But why didn't anyone order us to continue the pursuit?!"
Without waiting for Marcus to ask, Grayson asked and answered directly: "It's because of those alchemy barons!"
She stood up.
Slowly walking to the railing, Grayson warned Marcus through the railing: "The alchemy barons in the middle were not involved in that dispute! They were just planning to reap the results!"
"Fander wins, and the Alchemist Baron will rush out of the city like a hyena to devour the profits!"
"If Fander fails! But their alchemy barons have lost nothing!"
"Their power is still intact! They still have weapons that can protect themselves! People have to pay a huge price to capture them!"
He reached out to the railing and pinched Marcos' shoulder.
Grayson's voice became deeper: "Although they all call themselves barons! But their style is the same as our nobles here! If someone touches their interests! Then they will face their cruel blows!"
"So remember! Don't mess with them!"
"Can……"
Marcus was even more panicked: "But what should I do?!"
"Try to avoid killing!"
Grayson lowered his voice: "Once a large-scale killing occurs in the bottom city, those alchemy barons will definitely not be able to sit still!"
She taught solemnly: "This time it is not the people from the bottom city who rush to the bridge! It is us who lead the invasion! This has already touched the interests of those alchemy barons!"
At this point, Grayson suddenly sighed.
She retracted her hand and took a step back feebly, shaking her head and lamenting: "But what's the use of saying this?"
"How...what?" Marcus was confused.
Hearing this, Grayson looked at the other party again, as if she was looking at the body of a fallen colleague.
It wasn't until Marcus was frightened that Grayson said feebly: "Because things are not under your control at all..."
"Marcos, you have never faced war."
"Once you step into that kind of atmosphere, people's emotions will lose control under the pressure!"
While walking back to the bed, Grayson said desperately: "Even if you get my reminder and try to restrain yourself, others will not."
"Any small stimulus will cause your colleagues to fire out of control. No one will listen to your orders! In other words, they can't hear them."
Peng!
Sitting back on the bed slumped, Grayson supported his drooping forehead with his hands.
"War... is inevitable..."
After this murmur, Grayson seemed to have completely lost the strength to speak.
Outside the prison, Marcos's body was already trembling.
His right arm holding the railing was trembling, and he already hated his own ignorance in his heart!
The atmosphere became dead silent.
It wasn't until the assembly whistle sounded outside that Marcus seemed to suddenly come back to his senses.
He shouted excitedly: "Sheriff!
what do I do?!
"
Grayson raised his head.
She opened her mouth, but in the end she could only say in her hoarse voice: "Try to find Fander before things completely get out of control!"
Hearing this, Marcus became even more desperate.
Thinking back to the ridicule he made to Fander in the bar, thinking back to how arrogant he was at that time.
Marcus is about to completely collapse!
He has no idea that Fandel will help him!
Listening to the faint sound of the assembly call coming from outside, Marcos had a lot to say but could not say anything.
He could only rush to gather in despair.
But his steps became heavier and heavier!
Listening to the chants of counting, Marcos felt that every counting was like a human life!
One after another, the lives on his shoulders continued to increase!
He can't afford it!
In a daze, Marcus didn't know how he returned to the playground.
He numbly walked to the head of the team and led the team off like a puppet following orders...