Chapter 92

On the afternoon of the 21st, on the second floor of the port Tulun police station, there is a simple lounge.

This is a place for night shift police officers to take turns to have a rest. In the spacious rest room, there are six crude single iron framed beds with extremely simple bedding on them.

At the moment, in the rest room, there was only a bed by the door, where Joe was sprawling.

By the window of the lounge, two guards of the Rittal family were sitting. They looked out of the window with vigilance from time to time. Similarly, at the door of the rest room, Fang was sitting on a chair and dozing, with a dozen armed guards sitting beside him.

Joe's startling snore suddenly stopped. He slapped his mouth, opened his eyes, and with a sudden force of his waist, he sat up from his humble iron frame bed.

"Creak" a sound, iron frame bed issued unbearable lament, four thin legs of the bed obviously bent down.

"Has chief Zoff of the logistics department been arrested? The old dogs of the wells family should be put into the black prison and cooked well Look at all the junk he's buying. "

Joe sat on the metal bed, shaking his head hard, trying to get rid of the heavy sleepiness.

"As I said before, this old dog must have embezzled a lot. The price of such a poor quality iron frame bed is twice as much as that of the old Schmidt's It's such a greedy old dog that you don't let go of this little money. "

Shaking his big head, Joe got up and walked heavily to the bathroom next door. He let go of the tap, made a basin of cold water and dipped his head in.

After three full minutes in the cold water, Joe looked up and sneezed heartily. This time, he was finally energetic. After all, he was a young and energetic young man, who had stayed up for several days and only had a rest of more than two hours. At the moment, Joe felt full of vigor and boundless energy came back to him.

Wiping his wet head with a towel, Joe put on his uniform, and his waking teeth handed over a special issue of the port TURUN post. After the official press conference this morning, "port Tulun post" rushed out the work with the fastest speed.

It is very rare that the always conservative and steady "port Tulun post" used the dazzling big characters in the headline of the special issue - "the truth of the mid autumn massacre was announced, the means were cruel and appalling"!

The subtitle of the headline is also a line of bloody small words - "empire can not be provoked, revenge is coming"!

"Wow, the chief editor is dead. Is this a new editor in charge? This style Really, it's totally different from the previous two years. " Joe thought of chahill, who had been killed last night.

When chahill was editor in chief, the style of the port TURUN post was constant, and even the font size changed little.

Today's special issue actually uses large, bloody characters, and the font is very large. It gives people a feeling of gnawing and killing. This style has become a bit big.

A cursory glance at the special issue made Joe frown.

"The Duke has now released the results of the investigation? Well, that seems to be the case, but a lot of problems... " Joe was silent for a moment and looked up at Joe. "What can I get from my father?"

The tooth smiles and nods: "the boss entrusts somebody to bring a word to come over, this is almost the truth of the matter. In addition to your efforts, director Stein and other detectives of the special investigation team have not been idle these days Together with the confessions of those arrested, the main situation of the mid autumn massacre is almost what the Duke publicly announced. "

"The boss said that there were some details, such as who chahill was and who killed him These things, stay in the back and trace them slowly. "

"But this time, our main goal has been achieved and things are going well." As soon as possible, we should be in agreement with the boss

Joe looked up and thought about what had happened these two days.

Yes, that's the truth.

However, there are still a lot of details that can be inferred from Zhong Qiu's murder case, which can be inferred from the later cases.

As for the death of Zahir, who is the mastermind behind him, which great figure in the imperial capital is implicated in him; why are Heinrich and Hanks so crazy; and who are those heretics who bribed them to attack hyneville and Hanks

Anyway, the important suspects are all in their hands. If we pursue them seriously, are we afraid that we can't find out the final truth?

On the contrary, it is to announce the closure of the case as soon as possible, and swallow up the huge profits from the port of Tulun as soon as possible. This is the most urgent task for the witvus and the Duke of Roth at the moment.

Three of the original seven member committee families are doomed to die, and only three lucky ones will remain as tools to appease the aborigines of port Tulun and Garcia. More than half of the other dozens of Aboriginal clans will disappear completely in this big cleaning.The interests involved

Joe trembled with excitement. His mind was in chaos for a time. He couldn't figure out what huge interests were involved in it.

Just one example, pepper!

In the vast territory of the Empire, pepper is indispensable for every nobleman and rich merchant's dining table. In today's market, a pound of pepper is equal to a pound of gold.

How many pounds of pepper does the Empire consume each year? 100000 pounds? Half a million pounds? Or a million pounds?

In addition to pepper, there are other spices. Some spices, such as saffron, cost more than ten times as much as pepper.

Ninety percent of the spices of the Empire were obtained through the port of Tulun trade!

"It's better to drop your bags earlier. It's very reasonable Tut Joe patted his heart with his hand and murmured, "my allowance should be increased ten times No, a hundred times? "

He shrugged his shoulders and gave Joe a quick glance with a strange look at his mentally retarded son.

What's the point of giving you more pocket money?

Joe, like a shot of chicken blood, suddenly became excited.

Waving his special issue, he yelled, "well, we need to make a bigger contribution. Where are those two damned bitches? Take me there Ho ho, I'll do it myself. I'll pry their mouths open. "

Shaking his neck, Joe grinned fiercely: "the two great nobles of the imperial capital, after being seriously injured, were locked up in that place for several hours They, too, should they collapse? "

A large group of family guards surrounded the complacent Joe, a group of people rushed downstairs, through the police station yard, along the stone steps down the police station's black cell.

In the originally noisy black prison, there was a tsunami of abuse and curse.

Then, the dull sound of the baton touching the body kept ringing, and the noise in the black prison quickly quieted down.

Compared with the high spirited Joe, in the alleys of port Tulun, messinglad, who was cold and shivering, was just like a frightened rabbit running back and forth in the alley step by step.

From early morning to afternoon, he went to more than 20 wells' estates and strongholds.

All the industries, including high-end hotels, clubs and restaurants, have been seized, with military police standing at the front and back doors. Through the ornate glass windows, messingrad saw that in the halls of those industries, the managers and waiters employed by him were limited in their freedom of movement, sitting there in a daze, being interrogated by some people in black.

These legitimate industries are OK. These employees are just cooperating with the investigation and have not been injured.

And those illegitimate strongholds, such as the dens where the fox Gang gathered, some extremely secret nests specialized in concealing filth, and some secret strongholds unknown to the ordinary people of the wells family, have been uprooted.

In many places, there were obvious traces of fighting, bloodstained everywhere and beaten to pieces.

"Damn it, damn it Where else, where else? " Gasping for breath, messingrad ran forward blankly.

The owner of the family, modle, did not know where he was. His father and other clansmen were put into a black prison. His family's property was sealed up. His strongholds were uprooted. His family's henchmen were killed in the street

Mesinggrad felt that there was no place for himself.

As soon as he entered the naval internship and just got the rank of warrant officer, meisinglad was like a poor cub, running in small steps. His Inexplicable heart was sour, and two lines of tears fell down.

How could the Welsh family, which was almost a cover up in port Tulun, be reduced to such a state in a few days?

How dare she, the Witch of Garcia? How dare you?

The Welles family not only represents the aborigines of port Tulun and Garcia, but also, in recent years, they have turned to the powerful figures of the Empire and have strong backing.

Duke Ross, how dare she do that?

"Where am I going?" In the final analysis, messingrad is just a dandy of the wells family. Without the support of his elders, he has no idea how to deal with the drastic changes in his family.

"Poor child, I feel confused and desperate in you."

A warm and warm voice suddenly sounded behind messingrad.

With a shudder of fright, messinglad took seven or eight steps forward, then turned back and drank, "who?"

Archbishop Laurent stood in the lane in his white robe, as if in light, with a kind smile on his face: "messingrad, don't be afraid, my Lord will not give up any devout believer."

"But when you find a new way, you will be surprised to find another way."

"Messingrad, when you feel that the world has forsaken you and is full of malice towards you, would you like to be my Lord's servant and give everything to spread the light of my lord over medland?"Archbishop Laurent's body was shining with a light light, warm and dignified, just like "Mu" coming, making the whole alley sacred.

"I will be my Lord's servant." With a heavy breath, messingrad knelt down in front of Archbishop Laurent.

"Well, come with me. Port Toulon, at least st Hilde's Cathedral, is safe today."

Archbishop Laurent took a light, thin white cloak of silk from his sleeve and gently handed it to messingrad.

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