Twin Cities: Who says scientists can't be conquerors?

Chapter 38 Undercurrents

"Will it work?"

Caitlin repeated the question for the third time.

She fidgeted with her police cap, nervously rubbing her hands together, feeling the officer's uniform burning hot, a constant reminder of what she was doing—

Using his mother's name, he went to the police station to commit fraud, and then used the fraudulently obtained "assistance order for investigation" to demand the release of the suspect from Jing Shui Prison.

They are now on a small boat and are about to arrive at the Stillwater Prison, which is built on an isolated island in the river.

Caitlin had never done anything so seriously illegal before, let alone even considered it!

God knows why she impulsively agreed to Jinx's offer.

"Don't worry, don't worry, the plan will definitely not go wrong."

"All we need to do is slam this piece of paper on the warden's desk, then swiftly grab Wei, and the whole thing will be done!"

In contrast, Jinx had it much easier.

She leaned on Caitlin's shoulder, her legs draped over Aaron's, lying rather ungracefully on the small boat.

She kept talking, looking very confident.

After she confided her deepest secret to Caitlin, she finally came up with a plan that wasn't so outrageous and was feasible.

That is, the plan that Caitlin's mother had documented in detail.

In this plan, Jinx felt that the part most likely to be exposed had already passed—the female police officer named "Kayana" in the police station did not question Caitlin's request and handed over the "assistance in investigation warrant" cleanly and efficiently.

So, Jinx is already looking forward to the wonderful scene of reuniting with her sister.

Seeing that Jinx's attempts to comfort him were not only ineffective but also made things worse, Aaron had no choice but to step forward and point out some details that only he had noticed: "You did nothing wrong, Caitlin."

"You may not know this, but every step we took was actually in accordance with regulations."

"How could this be... um, why?"

Caitlin instinctively wanted to retort.

But she immediately realized that she couldn't reveal the secret to the jailer who was sailing the ship, so she changed the subject again.

Aaron smiled.

He told Caitlin that they had been "loudly plotting" in the room earlier, and that Mrs. Giraman couldn't have been unaware of it.

Since the other party let them out, it means that the matter was tacitly approved, which is a small shortcut for the family members of the congressman to "not go too far".

"Yes, yes, that must be it."

"I think Auntie is so understanding, she definitely won't object to us. Maybe I can even send my sister to your house as a guest in the future, so she can have a good chat with Auntie..."

Jinx chimed in, spouting off a bunch of nonsense.

Aaron quickly pressed down on the girl's head, stopping Jinx from spouting any more outrageous nonsense.

Jinx is too excited right now, and there's no door latch on her mouth at all.

"You know your mother best, don't you think that's how things are?"

Seeing Caitlin's thoughtful silence, Aaron took advantage of the time it took for the small boat to dock to summarize the reasons he had given.

The longer Aaron stayed in Runeterra, the more he felt that the people here weren't that different from those in the original world—there weren't as many idiots.

On the contrary, among the people Aaron encountered, there were often more intelligent individuals.

Neither Hilco nor Lady Gilamann were people he could easily trifle with.

Even Jess, who seems politically inexperienced, is still compared to veteran politicians like Mrs. Giraman.

If Aaron hadn't vaguely sensed that Mrs. Gilamann's current "indulgence" stemmed more from her appreciating certain qualities in him, he wouldn't have dared to accept her "kindness" so easily.

Who knows if there are any hidden traps?

"Alright—officers, please follow me."

Just as Caitlin was beginning to believe Aaron's words, the jailer's shrill voice rang out at the opportune moment.

After Aaron and the others reached the shore, the person they met was the jailer who was responsible for guiding them.

"The police! The police are here!"

Unlike Caitlyn, Jinx doesn't need Aaron's help with any mental preparation.

She practically sprinted to the jailer, waving the "Assistance in Investigation Order" in her hand to indicate her purpose.

"Ha, watch out, you little Zaun girl."

The jailer rarely encountered such an energetic fellow. He chuckled twice and bluntly pointed out Jinx's background—the luxurious clothes Jinx had changed into at Caitlyn's house had done absolutely no job of concealing her identity.

"Huh? You..."

"Stop talking, just follow along."

Jinx instinctively wanted to ask the jailer how he could tell she was from Zaun.

But Aaron stopped her first, whispering for Jinx to be quiet.

It's not hard to imagine that these jailers, who have seen all sorts of people, couldn't possibly fail to notice Jinx's striking Zaunite aura.

They were already doing something that was in a gray area, and Aaron was afraid that Jinx would talk too much and easily get into other trouble.

"Wow, this young gentleman knows a lot."

The jailer raised an eyebrow at Aaron.

He didn't waste any more words. After looking at the "Assistance in Investigation Order" in Jinx's hand, he turned around and whistled.

The next instant, the door that had been tightly closed in front of everyone suddenly creaked open and was slowly pushed open from the inside.

"You've come at the right time; the warden is still here. Go ahead."

The prison guard handed the "Assistance in Investigation Order" to another colleague beside him. Looking at the paper that could decide Wei's fate, it was then handed over to the room.

He winked at Caitlin one last time, as if confirming her identity.

……

"Get out of here!"

The lead officer kicked the skinny woman with a mohawk, sending her flying, and then stepped over her without hesitation.

He ignored the prisoner's cries of agony, signaling to his men to carry the man out while gently tapping the communicator on his ear.

After a brief busy tone, he heard the signal connection tone and a slightly languid female voice from the other end of the communicator:

"This is C, please speak."

The law enforcement officer quickly responded:

"This is the ship's wheel. Report to C."

"The Reef Team has completed a complete sweep of the fifth-floor cell block and is ready to catch three fish at any time."

After saying that, the man who called himself "the ship's helmsman," without waiting for a reply, hurriedly added:

"But...C, some unexpected things still happened."

"Oh?"

The woman's voice on the other end of the communicator suddenly rose in pitch, making "Ship's Helmsman" tense up.

He quickly brought the communicator even closer, almost in a fawning tone, explaining:

"The problem wasn't with the Reef Team, it was with the bait."

"We've arrived at Stillwater Prison as quickly as possible, but..."

"Boatwheel" grinned, scratching his chin, utterly baffled.

"But whether that bait grew wings and escaped or was rescued beforehand, in cell 516..."

"There's not a soul left!"