"Where are the Enforcers?! Call the Enforcers quickly!"
The surrounding crowd was instantly terrified and scattered in all directions.
Seeing that the situation around him was turning bad, Durin thought he needed to end this as quickly as possible before the Enforcers arrived.
Otherwise, if he were caught by the Enforcers, the Silco Family would certainly know, and Singed would surely receive the news immediately.
At that point, Singed, realizing he had been deceived, would definitely not spare him.
Thinking of this, Durin didn't hesitate to pull back the hammer of the revolver with his thumb. Pulling the trigger would reveal a distinct stage of resistance—that was the safety, commonly known as the first and second stage, or a double-action trigger.
"Goodbye!"
Bang!
As Durin pulled the trigger hard, a gunshot rang out. A golden bullet shot out from the barrel, instantly striking Scarface in the chest, destroying fragile human organs. The blood gushing from the wound instantly stained Scarface's clothes red.
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Scarface opened his mouth wide to scream, but the pain caused by the muscle and organs being torn by the bullet caused his brain to block the signal. He could only fall to the ground, emitting whimpering sounds, as blood continued to flow from the wound and his life slowly ebbed away.
Durin tucked the revolver into his instrument bag and then scanned the people around him with a fierce gaze. The bystanders were all terrified and scattered, not daring to linger.
Boom!
The public elevator, having returned from the terminal station to the Entresol Level, came to a steady stop. The passengers who had intended to get off had their expressions change in fear at the sight before them, and after the iron gate opened, they cautiously skirted around the sides and hurried away.
Durin, slightly out of breath, walked into the public elevator; no one dared to ride with him.
The operator, however, looked like someone who had seen it all. After taking the copper circle coin handed over by Durin, he pressed the red start button. As the cables at the top of the elevator retracted rapidly, the surrounding fixed pulleys locked tightly into the grooves on the giant iron pillar.
Along the way, the public elevator passed several important stations like the Border Market and the Promenade Level, but it did not stop; there was only the terminal.
During the ride, Durin checked the revolver in his instrument bag. There were five golden bullets left, which was a pleasant surprise and could serve as one of his trump cards for survival.
As the scenery descended, the elevator's speed gradually slowed down until it came to a complete stop.
"Current station, Piltover!" the operator announced loudly, his voice amplified by the bell-shaped loudspeaker. "Please take your luggage and disembark as soon as possible. The elevator will close and descend in one minute."
Durin stepped out of the public elevator and couldn't help but take off his mask. Smelling the sea breeze from the shipping canal, he looked at the prosperous technological city on the other side of the bridge, feeling a wave of emotion.
The bright city in the distance and the airships floating in the night sky made it feel like a whole new world.
I'm here, Piltover!
Durin thought silently.
He looked toward the bridge, where, as expected, a group of Enforcers in blue uniforms were standing guard, patrolling back and forth with searchlights.
This steel bridge spanning the shipping canal had two lantern-sized searchlights hanging from the steel cables on both sides, sweeping back and forth at 720 degrees to ensure that no one could sneak into Piltover under the cover of night.
There were even Enforcers patrolling the canal in speedboats, shining lights back and forth.
The number of them had increased compared to the last time Durin came!
These Enforcers, wearing shell-shaped caps, blue and black uniforms, and armored vests, were equipped with not only rifled muskets but also night-vision goggles, vigilantly checking every outsider attempting to enter Piltover to ensure they had old permits.
Seeing this, Durin's heart skipped a beat. He wasn't sure if the permit he had obtained would actually work; he really had no idea.
But he still chose to queue up at the back of a line, and when it was his turn, he hadn't even spoken yet.
The Enforcer standing opposite him, who had one chevron and one arc on his shoulder, spoke first with a cold expression: "Hello, please present your permit! Also, what is that you are carrying on your back?"
"An instrument."
Durin immediately turned around cooperatively, signaling for the other person to see the instrument bag on his back, then took the forged permit from his inner pocket and handed it to the Enforcer, saying, "This is my permit, please check it."
The Enforcer looked down at the permit, then looked up at Durin, and said: "Please wait a moment, I need to verify the information."
After saying this, he walked toward the visa officer who was chatting with the captain. The three of them bowed their heads, nodding from time to time, flipping through documents, and engaging in low-voiced discussion.
Immediately after, the Enforcer walked back, returned the permit to Durin, and said: "Welcome to Piltover, Mr. Durin. Tomorrow is Progress Day, wish you a pleasant stay!"
"Let him pass."
The Enforcer stepped aside, signaling for Durin to proceed.
Durin let out a breath and walked forward with a light and happy stride, looking at the smooth, giant archway in the distance, which was engraved with a line of gilded-like characters: [Piltover].
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