Another day passed.

At this time, there was only the last day left before the war.

There is only one last day left before the hurricane arrives.

At this time, the sky in Piltwolf is no longer as clear and clear as in the past two days, and the sea is no longer as calm as usual.

The strong wind was blowing on the sea, in the harbor, in the city, roaring like a lion.

So the waves rolled, the ships swayed, and every glass window in the city was pounding in the wind.

Dark clouds gradually enveloped the sky. The heavy rain that flooded the city and the thunderstorms that illuminated the sky were always reminding humans of their insignificance in front of nature.

Piltwof is another port city, where people understand the temperament of the sea and the sky.

So no matter how stupid a person is, he can wake up at this time-

"Hurricane, hurricane is coming!"

People in Picheng are no strangers to hurricanes.

For them living by the sea, hurricanes are like naughty kids who cannot drive away. They always come for more than a dozen times a year, and they will leave after they have to mess up their homes.

But the problem is that this hurricane came too coincidental.

"Mr. Congressman, the law enforcement officers are in a panic right now."

"Everyone wants to find out whether this hurricane has anything to do with the Goddess of Gana, who is believed in by the enemy - after all, you also know that Goddess of Gana is the incarnation of the wind in the legend, and everyone is worried."

At this moment, the Rizion Gate Canal Bridge, the front line where Picheng and Zuan confront each other.

The commander-in-chief of the Pi City law enforcement officer, Sheriff Marcos, was standing in the pouring rain, reporting to the MP who rushed to the front line with a serious look on his face.

Mr. Parliament did not answer directly.

He held his shiny Mediterranean bald hair and his blessed belly. When his followers respectfully opened a large umbrella, he reluctantly walked out of his Hex luxury car.

"Marcos, are your imagination too rich?"

Looking at the nervous expressions of Marcos and the law enforcement officers, the MP with Mediterranean hairstyle finally gave them a confident smile that was sure to win:

"Isn't it just a hurricane? Piltwolf has a dozen hurricanes every year. You have experienced them at least a few hundred times in your life, right? When did you see Goddess Garna in the wind?"

The MP smiled calmly, as if the battle had been won.

"But." Marcos and the law enforcement officers were still worried.

"Nothing is true!" The MP lowered his face again: "If those Feng Bandits really can invite the goddess, how could they have to wait until today to deal with us?"

"They are just a bunch of Zuan's gutter mice. What's the terrible thing about Zuan people?"

"Don't forget, behind us is the great Noxus Empire!"

Marcos: "."

Behind him is Noxus?

He was about to talk about this.

Now there are three armed forces in Picheng, the Noxus army, the chaebol family private soldiers, and their Picheng law enforcement officers.

Although their Picheng law enforcement officers are the official armed forces of Picheng on the surface, their strength is actually far less than that of the private armed forces of the chaebols in this city controlled by the chaebols.

But the law enforcement officer, who is the weakest among the three, was arranged to be stationed at the Hiroshimen Bridge this time and was arranged to be at the forefront of the confrontation with the Leader Association.

The private soldiers of the chaebols' family and the Noxus were all hiding behind them.

Even the cannon fodder slave legion in Noxus was set a little further behind them.

Isn’t this horse-trapping just to let them be cannon fodder?

"Mr. Congressman, I feel that with our Picheng law enforcement officers, we cannot take on the heavy responsibility of guarding the Hirodog Bridge." Marcos sincerely asked: "If possible, I hope I can be transferred to the rear."

"Haha." The Mediterranean MP called out: "Don't underestimate yourself, Marcos."

"When Zuan people were causing trouble ten years ago, wouldn't you easily guard the Hinomen Bridge? I believe you, this time it's OK."

Marcos: "."

Fuck Tam!

Can it be the same as the Zuan people ten years ago and the Zuan people now?

And it is precisely because the law enforcement officers had too much blood from Zuan people in the Rizhimen defense battle ten years ago that everyone is scared now.

"Okay, don't say anything more!" Marcos's face turned pale, but the MP turned a blind eye.

He told everyone with a determined look: "With the assistance of the Noxus Empire, victory will only belong to Picheng!"

"Don't be timid just because the position is in front. Believe me-"

"If you keep it firmly, you have a way!"

As he said that, the MP waved to the law enforcement officers with great momentum, and without waiting for Marcos to continue speaking, he made a decent circle on the position and then turned around and went back to his luxury car.

The Hex engine was started silently, and in a short while he disappeared without a trace.

Only Marcos and a group of law enforcement officers with ugly faces were left behind.

"Supervisor Marcos?" The law enforcement officers looked at him one after another. They were all confused.

But Marcos was even more confused.

He is just a leaf in the wind, so what can he do?

"As the MP said, I will go back to the position and stay!" Marcos had no choice but to send his subordinates away.

All his subordinates left, and he stood alone at the door of the temporary command center's tent, and picked up the cigarette in dismay.

But when the lighter was taken out, it was blown out by the strong wind blowing towards me.

Light the fire again and it goes out.

When the flames are ignited again, the flames will disappear in an instant.

"Bastard!" Marcos threw the lighter to the ground in annoyance.

He looked up and saw black clouds swaying the city, strong winds shaking the sea, and even the smooth Sun Gate Canal passed by was waves, and the huge waves almost flooded the bridge.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger.

"Ma'am, I'm not going to do it!" Whoever wants to fight this battle will fight. Anyway, this has never been his war.

Marcos immediately took off the law enforcement officer's uniform, carefully and guiltily avoided his subordinates' sight, and sneaked out of the canal front line.

He rushed back home in the heavy rain.

I took my daughter, brought my emergency cash, packed my things and rushed directly to Hex Flying Gate in Picheng City.

"Dad, where are we going?" his daughter, who was still in elementary school, asked him in confusion.

"Go to Noxus." Marcos explained: "We are going to stay in Noxus for a while."

"Go now?" The daughter blinked her big eyes: "But Dad, aren't you going to beat Zuan's bad guy?"

Marcos: "."

He sighed and said to his daughter, "It's okay, the Zuan people are no longer damaged."

"Why?" My daughter doesn't understand. How can a bad person suddenly get better?

"Because we are not from Picheng in the future."

Marcos said something that his daughter couldn't understand, and then took her all the way to the Hex Flying Gate near the port.

He was still a little guilty on the way. After all, he was the chief sheriff of Picheng and a senior official of the city.

Just ran away like this, I was really sorry for the glory and wealth given to him by the man from Picheng.

but

When Marcos arrived near the Hex Flying Gate, he discovered:

"Oh, it's late!"

The men ran away before him.

The road leading to Hex Flying Gate has been blocked by various luxury cars, and it is impossible to penetrate the wind and rain.

The sound of wind, rain, curses, and harsh trumpets made this city, known for its civilization, seem to have become the most chaotic and noisy vegetable market.

The gentleman and noble lady who are graceful and calm on weekdays are like workers robbing train tickets during the Spring Festival travel rush. As soon as they get off the train, they carry big and small bags and run to the ticket hall of Hex Feimen desperately.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The gentlemen forgot about etiquette and pushed the women who were blocking the way with ferocious slut.

The ladies also forgot to be graceful and squeezed into the tide of the crowd.

"Go away! I am the chief sheriff, let me go ahead!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Marcos simply showed his identity and shocked everyone.

But the title of sheriff, who can usually earn face everywhere, is now useless.
To be continued...