Chapter 58 Those who understand will understand
Time goes back to the afternoon.
Piltover Police Station, interrogation room.
As a newcomer who has just entered the industry with ideals, Caitlin at this time has a stubborn, or naive, insistence on legal procedures.
After she brought Levi and the young law enforcement officer who was ordered to kill back to the police station, she actually interrogated them, took notes, and recorded their statements in a routine manner, just like she usually did when investigating a case.
Seeing her stubborn attitude, Li Wei had no choice but to cooperate.
Finally, the interrogation was over.
"Thank you, Mr. Levi."
Caitlin took Levi's signed confession and breathed a sigh of relief:
"With these, we will be able to apply to the Piltover Council for an investigation warrant against Sheriff Markos and the Iron Fist Gang."
"Uh..." Levi pulled the corner of his mouth: "Ms. Caitlin, do you still want to continue with the legal procedures and wait until you get the investigation order before investigating them openly?"
"Yes." Caitlin said firmly.
"Do you think this will help?"
"Whether it's useful or not, I have to persist. Because I'm not a vigilante, but a law enforcer."
"But the rules you followed have been broken." Li Wei was a little helpless: "Look at this interrogation room, besides you, is there anyone else who dares to approach it?"
According to Piltover Police Department rules, a formal interrogation of a suspect should be conducted in the presence of at least two law enforcement officers.
But before that, Caitlin wanted to ask her colleagues to participate in the interrogation, but no law enforcement officer in the police station was willing to get involved.
People even avoided her like the plague.
Even if her last name was Gilaman.
"After all, Chief Inspector Marcos is the head of Piltover's law enforcement department and the immediate superior of the law enforcement officers. Before the situation is clear, I'm afraid they won't easily stand between you and Chief Inspector Marcos."
"So... I'm afraid you can only fight this battle alone."
Although he didn't know much about the internal situation of the Piltover Police Department, Levi could understand these things just by thinking about them.
Couldn't Caitlin understand?
Of course she could understand.
But she still stubbornly clutched the transcript, straightened her spine and slowly stood up from the interrogation seat: "No, I am not alone."
"Behind me stands the law and justice of Piltover."
As soon as the words fell...
Behind Caitlin, the closed door of the interrogation room was pushed open from the outside.
A middle-aged man with neat short hair, a short beard, and wearing the uniform of a senior law enforcement officer, walked in slowly.
His leather shoes were polished to a shine, his trouser seams were straight, his belt was neatly tied, and his buttons, cuffs, and collar were all neatly arranged.
This image of a perfect law enforcement officer with perfect discipline naturally gives people a sense of being upright and righteous.
But this man is exactly:
"Sheriff Marcos."
A layer of frost formed on Caitlin's face and she stared at him coldly.
"You've arrived just in time—"
"I have already obtained the confessions of the victim and the suspect, and I am preparing to ask you to explain this matter as well."
"Caitlin." Marcos closed the door calmly, "Stop messing around."
"At this point, do you still want to act like an elder in front of me?" Caitlin frowned and said without showing any weakness: "Colluding with gangs, abusing power, and ordering murderers to kill people..."
"Captain Marcos, don't you have anything to explain?"
Marcos was silent for a while.
He looked at Caitlin helplessly, then slowly took out a thin document from his pocket.
"What is this?" Caitlin asked puzzled.
"This is a certificate from the police psychologist." Marcos' tone was terrifyingly calm. "It proves that the law enforcement officer who shot Mr. Levi has been in poor mental health for a long time and has an abnormal mental state. He is suspected of having mental illnesses such as depression and delusions."
"Therefore, the officer's actions and testimony cannot be logically justified and cannot be accepted as evidence."
Levi: “…”
Good man, even a psychopathic gunman was assigned to him.
His treatment suddenly rose several levels from that of an ordinary Zaun person.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Levi."
"This is all a terrible misunderstanding ."
"Misunderstanding?" Levi sneered: "I think your only misunderstanding is..."
"You just misunderstood me as a Zaun guy who could be easily killed. Didn't expect that I was a difficult transcendent to deal with?"
Marcos was neither angry nor protested.
As if he had tacitly agreed to this, he continued to speak:
"Whatever the reason, the mistake was made by us."
"We, the Piltover Police Department, are willing to take responsibility and make reasonable compensation to you. As for the conflict between you and the Iron Fist Gang, we will also mediate—"
"As long as you agree to the settlement, all your previous crimes can be written off."
"And I believe that the Iron Fist Gang is also willing to apologize to you for their offense against you."
Marcos's natural tone of persuasion made Caitlin's eyes widen in disbelief.
She didn't seem to have expected that the superior she once respected would be so sanctimonious and even shameless:
"Sheriff Marcos!"
"What on earth are you doing? Are you fabricating evidence and bribing witnesses in front of me in an attempt to make the victim change his story and help you cover up your dirty and filthy crime?"
Caitlin's rage was barely contained.
But Marcos seemed to be deaf to her words.
Caitlin sees herself as a warrior against Marcos and against evil.
But Marcos was like an old man facing a wayward child and didn't take her antics seriously at all.
He just looked at Levi calmly and asked, "Mr. Levi, I hope you can forgive our mistakes and put an end to this feud."
"Otherwise, this matter will remain at a stalemate... You have to know that the accusations made by the Iron Fist Gang against you for assault causing serious injury and possessing illegal drugs are also true."
"We in Piltover advocate peace and are not good at violence, but it doesn't mean that any mage can come here and do whatever they want without any rules."
Levi also understood the hidden meaning:
Just ask him whether he wants to settle it privately or publicly.
The matter was settled privately, and not only did he not have to go to jail, he also received financial compensation. The small Iron Fist Gang also promised not to dare to provoke him again in the future.
If it's public... that means you're going against the existing order in Piltover and you'll have to spend a few days in jail.
"I don't really want to cause any trouble."
"But..." Levi glanced at Caitlin, who was standing beside him with a cold look. "I have already promised Miss Jiraman that I will cooperate with her investigation."
"She has the final say on when this matter will be settled."
"I understand... Then we will continue to follow the procedure. Mr. Levi, please stay in Jingshui Prison for a few days."
Marcos said without hesitation, without even looking at Caitlin, and prepared to leave after he finished speaking.
"Stop!" After a long silence, Caitlin burst out: "Captain Marcos, when I joined the profession, it was you who personally put the police hat on me and took me to swear in the police badge."
"But look at you - you look so shameless now, are you still a law enforcement officer?"
Marcos stopped.
He finally responded to Caitlin:
"The duty of the Enforcers is to maintain order in Piltover, not to destroy it."
"Caitlin, you are not fit to be a law enforcement officer."
"You?!" Caitlin clenched her fists, and even her blue ponytail was trembling with anger.
"Marcos—" She didn't even call her sheriff: "Just wait! I will definitely find evidence of your business dealings with the Iron Fist Gang, and then send you to jail myself!"
"Oh..." Marcos turned and left again.
Before he pushed the door open and left, he only left one sentence:
"I am the High Sheriff of Piltover."
Piltover has no army; the Enforcers are their armed force.
Although the real powerful force of Piltover is actually the private soldiers of the big families, even so, as the chief sheriff of Piltover and the commander of all Piltover law enforcement officers, Sheriff Markos is also an extremely powerful person .
"Caitlin, do you really think—"
"Are those little scoundrels like the Iron Fist Gang qualified to have anything to do with me?"
With that, Marcos closed the door and left.
Caitlin suddenly stood there, muttering to herself, "What does he mean by this?"
"This..." Levi tried to translate Marcos' words: "He probably said:"
"Those who know about this matter know about it... Don't ask him what happened. The interests involved are too great. It won't do you any good to tell him. Just pretend you don't know. As for the rest, we can only say that this matter is very complicated and involves many important people..."
Caitlin: “…”
She didn't care if there were any big shots in there.
The deeper the water and the bigger the fish, the more she wants to stir up this stagnant water, turning it upside down and making the turbid river water unclear!
"I will apply for an investigation warrant from the Piltover Council now!"
Caitlin bit her lip and rushed out the door with the testimony she had collected.
"Wait." Levi reminded her with some concern: "You told me before..."
"Marcos is the Chief of Police. If you want to investigate an official of his rank, you must have an investigation order signed by a congressman, right?"
"Yes!" Caitlin was still angry and didn't think much about it.
"Do you still think you can get the congressman's signature?"
Why not?
Her mother is a member of parliament.
She just needs to go home and ask her mother to sign, and then she can arrest the person. The procedure is simpler than issuing a report card at school.
"Wait..." A sudden chill came over me.
Her mother is a member of parliament, she knows it, and Levi knows it too.
Marcos...of course he knows that too.
Caitlin's enthusiasm suddenly turned cold.