Well, it wasn't exactly unknown. In just the few steps from his stop to the tavern entrance and then to the police station, he was greeted by no less than five or six familiar strangers, as if they were some sought-after celebrity detective. However, he understood their ill intentions. After all, they would only try to get close to him if he had something special about him that attracted others. The sheriff had already perfectly summarized this characteristic: a new face.
The more barbaric a society becomes, the more people pay attention to their neighbors and strangers; the less so, the more indifferent they become. Dangerous environments encourage people to huddle together for warmth. The more dangerous the place, the closer the small groups people form, even forming blood ties. The gradual improvement of laws can give people a sense of security. They no longer need the cooperation of those around them, nor do they trust that they can provide values above the law. Naturally, people become lonely.
The sheriff's office is located near the window on the second floor of the police station. Three walls of one-way light-transmitting bulletproof glass separate it from other people, but give the owner enough status and power.
Gary knocked gently on the door and was granted permission. Before he could even push it open, it was pulled open by someone inside. He immediately saw the sternly dressed scoundrel. The so-called Chief of Sailor Valley Precinct 115 was, in reality, a whitewashed sect disciple. He made no secret of his past and even relished discussing it.
Gary didn't recognize the other man, but judging from the uniform he was wearing, he must also be in the police system, and that man was also looking at him with curiosity.
The sheriff was clearly prepared for this. He remained silent long enough before speaking. "You're here. Let me introduce you, this is Mr. 11B, a special agent from the Federal Security Bureau." He turned dramatically to look at Mr. 11B. "This is Li Li, our honored security officer."
"Hello!" Gary was very respectful.
"Yeah." 11B nodded casually, seeming to be well-informed.
The sheriff clapped his hands, drawing their attention back. "Excellent! Lao Li, since you've chosen a bright future like me, you need to do something to prove yourself. Put aside your current tax collection duties and fully cooperate with Mr. 11B's actions." He paused, his expression changing instantly. "Brothers from the Security Bureau, please take care of your health and don't rush headfirst. We're short on manpower and can't handle your efforts..." This long rant ended with the promise of increased funding for 11B. Finally, he waved his hand and admonished the two men, "If you need anything, you can visit the arsenal. I've given you temporary access."
The two men walked out of the sheriff's office and went straight to the armory. To Gary's surprise, the man who used a code name seemed to be very familiar with the structure of the police station.
Soon, they smoothly passed through an explosion-proof sensor door, and what came into view were countless adult toys lined up on weapon racks, the kind that made the boys salivate. The overpowering smell of motor oil filled the entire space, the matte-colored casings had an indescribable and wonderful texture, and the plastic-made gun stocks resembled the hips of a girl in tight leather pants...
"Ahem!" 11B coughed, breaking Gary's trance. "Officer Li, we don't have much time. Those things are useless to us. Exoskeletons and smart cars are what we need!"
"Okay, okay!" Gary replied with a lingering look.
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