Chapter 221: Hold on Firmly, There Will Be a Way
Another day passed.
There was only one day left before the war.
There is only one day left before the hurricane arrives.
At this time, the sky in Piltover was no longer as clear and bright as it had been in the past two days, and the sea was no longer as calm as usual.
The wind blew on the sea, in the harbor, and in the city, roaring like a lion.
The waves rolled, the ships shook, and every glass window in the city banged in the wind.
Dark clouds gradually covered the sky. The heavy rain that flooded the city and the thunderstorms that illuminated the sky always reminded us of how insignificant humans are in the face of nature.
Piltover is a port city, and the people here understand the temperament of the sea and the sky.
So no matter how stupid a person is, he will wake up at this time -
"Hurricane, hurricane is coming!"
The people of Piltover are no strangers to hurricanes.
For those who live by the sea, hurricanes are like naughty neighbor kids that can’t be driven away. They come more than a dozen times a year and only leave after leaving their homes in a mess.
But the problem is that this hurricane came at a very unexpected time.
"Mr. Congressman, the law enforcement officers are in a state of panic right now."
"Everyone wants to find out whether this hurricane is related to the goddess Janna that the enemy believes in. After all, as you know, the goddess Janna is the incarnation of wind in legends. Everyone is worried..."
At this moment, the Sungate Canal Bridge is the front line where Piltover and Zaun confront each other.
The commander-in-chief of Piltover's law enforcement officers, Sheriff Marcos, was standing in the pouring rain, reporting with a serious face to the congressman who had rushed to the front line to inspect.
The Congressman did not give a direct answer.
He had a shiny Mediterranean bald head and a big belly that looked very lucky. He waited until his entourage respectfully opened a big umbrella for him before he reluctantly got out of his Hexagon luxury car.
"Marcos, do you have too much imagination?"
Seeing the nervous expressions of Marcos and the other law enforcement officers, the congressman with the Mediterranean hairstyle finally gave them a confident smile, showing that he was sure of victory:
"Isn't it just a hurricane? There are more than a dozen hurricanes in Piltover every year. You must have experienced hundreds of them in your life, right? When have you ever seen the goddess Janna in the wind?"
The congressman smiled calmly, as if the battle had already been won.
"But..." Marcos and the law enforcement officers were still worried.
"No buts!" The councillor's face darkened again: "If those bandits could really invite the goddess, why would they have to wait until today to deal with us?"
"They are just a bunch of Zaun's gutter rats. What's so scary ?"
"Don't forget, the great Noxus Empire stands behind us!"
Marcos: “…”
Is Noxus standing behind?
He was just about to say this.
There are now three armed forces in Piltover: the Noxian army, the private soldiers of the chaebol families, and their Piltover law enforcement officers.
Although the Piltover Enforcers are ostensibly the official armed forces of Piltover, in this city controlled by the chaebols, their strength is actually far inferior to the chaebols' family private armed forces.
However, the law enforcement officer, who was the weakest among the three, was stationed at the Sun Gate Bridge this time, at the forefront of the fight against the Leader Association.
The family soldiers of the tycoons and the Noxians all hid behind them.
Even the Noxian cannon fodder slave army had their positions set a little further back than theirs.
Isn't this just letting them be cannon fodder?
"Mr. Congressman, I feel that with the ability of our Piltover law enforcement officers, we are not yet able to take on the responsibility of guarding the Sun Gate Bridge." Marcos sincerely requested: "If possible, I hope to be transferred to the rear..."
"Haha." The Mediterranean congressman laughed: "Don't belittle yourself , Marcos."
"When the people of Zaun were causing trouble ten years ago, didn't you easily defend the Sun Gate Bridge? Believe in yourself, you will be able to do it this time too."
Marcos: “…”
Fuck Tam!
Can the Zaun people ten years ago and the Zaun people now be the same?
And it is precisely because the law enforcers had too much Zaun blood on their hands in the defense of the Sun Gate ten years ago that everyone is afraid now.
"Okay, stop talking!" Marcos' face turned pale, but the congressman turned a blind eye.
He just told everyone with determination : "With the help of the Noxian Empire, victory will only belong to Piltover!"
"Don't be timid just because you are at the front. Believe me—"
"Hold on firmly, there is a way!"
As he spoke, the congressman waved to the law enforcement officers with great authority, and without waiting for Marcos to continue speaking, he made a formal circle on the battlefield and turned back to his luxury car.
The Hextech engine started silently, and in a moment he disappeared without a trace.
Only Marcos and a group of law enforcement officers with grim looks were left.
"Sheriff Marcos?" The law enforcement officers looked at him. They were all confused.
But Marcos was even more confused.
He is just a leaf in the wind, what can he do?
"Do as the congressman said, and go back to your positions!" Marcos had no choice but to send his men away.
All his subordinates had left, and he stood alone at the door of the temporary command tent, picking up a cigarette and smoking in a distracted manner.
But as soon as he took out the lighter and lit the fire, it was blown out by the strong wind blowing in the face.
I lit the fire again and it went out.
I lit the fire again, but the flame disappeared instantly.
"Asshole!" Marcos threw the lighter to the ground in annoyance.
He raised his head and looked into the distance, only to see dark clouds pressing down on the city and strong winds shaking the sea. Even the Sungate Canal, which had been calm in the past, was now surging with waves, and the huge waves were almost submerging the bridge deck.
The wind is getting stronger and stronger.
"Fuck it, I quit!" Whoever wants to fight this war can fight it. Anyway, this has never been his war.
Marcos immediately took off his law enforcement officer's uniform, carefully and guiltily avoided the sight of his subordinates, and sneaked out of the canal front line.
He ran all the way back home in the heavy rain.
Take your daughter, some emergency cash, pack up your things and head straight to the Hextech Gate in Piltover.
"Dad, where are we going?" his daughter, who is still in elementary school, asked him puzzledly.
"To Noxus." Marcos explained: "We are going to live in Noxus for a while."
"Go now?" The daughter blinked her big eyes: "But Dad, don't you still have to fight the bad guys in Zaun?"
Marcos: “…”
He sighed and said to his daughter, "It's okay. The people of Zaun are not bad anymore."
"Why?" The daughter didn't understand. How could a bad person suddenly become good?
"Because we are no longer from Piltover."
Marcos said something his daughter couldn't understand, and drove her all the way to the Hexgate near the port.
He felt a little guilty on the way. After all, he was the chief sheriff of Piltover and a senior official in the city.
Just running away like this really felt a bit unfair to the wealth and glory that the masters of Piltover had given him.
but……
When Marcos arrived near the Hextech flying door, he discovered:
"Damn it, we're late!"
The masters had already fled before him.
The road leading to the Hextech Flying Gate has been blocked by all kinds of luxury cars, making it impossible to get through regardless of wind or rain.
The sound of wind, rain, curses and shrill horns made this city known for its civilization seem like the most chaotic and noisy vegetable market.
The gentlemen and ladies who were usually elegant and calm were like workers scrambling for train tickets during the Spring Festival travel rush. As soon as they got off the train, they carried large and small bags and ran desperately to the ticket hall of the Hextech Flying Gate.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
The gentlemen forgot their manners and pushed the women who were blocking their way fiercely.
The ladies also forgot about being elegant and squeezed into the surging crowd with gritted teeth.
"Get out of the way! I'm the chief sheriff, let me go to the front!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Marcos simply revealed his identity to shock everyone.
But this title of sheriff, which usually earns him face wherever he goes, is now completely useless.
Helplessly, Marcos could only rely on his physical advantage as a law enforcement officer to clear a path for himself and his daughter.
When he rushed to the ticket office, he found that a Hexgate ticket from Piltover to Noxus had been sold at ten times the usual price.
The shipping cost of Hextech Flygate was extremely expensive to begin with, but now it has increased tenfold, and only cash is required.
If you pay by check, the price will be dozens of times higher.
To buy a ticket to Noxus, you would need almost the life savings of a professor at Piltover University.
But even with such expensive tickets, the masters of Piltover were scrambling for them like crazy.
"Buy! I'll buy it!" Marcos didn't dare to hesitate.
He was really afraid that if he delayed any longer, they would not even accept the check.
In this way, Marcos gritted his teeth and bought two tickets to escape, and with his daughter, he desperately squeezed out of the crowd and came to the Hextech Flying Gate Port that was glowing with dark blue magic energy.
Meanwhile, an old acquaintance, fully escorted by his family’s private soldiers, cut in line and came here in a domineering and overbearing manner.
The two looked at each other...
"Mr. Congressman?" Marcos' face turned dark when he saw the familiar Mediterranean bald head.
"Sheriff Marcos?" The congressman also looked embarrassed.
"Didn't you say that if we hold on firmly, there will be a way?!" Marcos asked gritting his teeth.
Member of Parliament: “…”
He was silent for a moment before he said, "You didn't guard this either, did you?"
Marcos: “…”
Now he was silent too.
The two people looked at each other, and in the end, no one talked any more.
They all shut their mouths tacitly, each with their family and luggage, turned around and prepared to board the ship to escape.
Finally, the ship arrived at the port.
The Hextech flying door glowed with brilliant blue light, waiting for the passengers to board so that it could cast magic and send them away from the terrible storm that enveloped the entire city.
But at this moment...
"Huh, you want to escape?!"
The light of the Hextech flying door suddenly dimmed.
A team of fully armed Noxian soldiers, including Riven and Marit, rushed in under the personal leadership of Amystan.
"you--"
"No one is allowed to leave!"
