Chapter 496

Edward's pretty face turned iron blue.

He could be tortured?

He's a diplomat at the iceberg Empire Embassy in Durham!

But The army of Durham Empire has broken into the official residence of the Duke of Portland. It seems that his status as a diplomat is not too safe?

Tortured?

Edward remembered what he had heard from some of his friends when he was still in the kingdom of the ice sea, the various methods used in the prison of the kingdom of the ice sea to treat the disobedient prisoners.

Some of his family members work in the police department of the ice sea Kingdom, and he has heard of some extremely cruel and cruel punishments used by the police for obtaining confessions and solving cases as soon as possible.

He, Edward, who was a child, could be tortured?

Oh, no!

Edward pointed to a guard in a black suit and then to a section of the fence.

This section of the fence outside, is a quiet alley. Edward has been to the official residence of the Duke of Portland many times and is quite familiar with the geographical environment near his official residence.

In his judgment, even if the Durham Empire attacked the official residence of the Archduke of Portland, it would block several entrances and exits at most, and they would not send troops to completely surround the whole official residence, would they?

How many troops will it take?

So, if you can run over the wall The alley led to another main road. As long as Edward could run to that main road, he would not believe that the Durham Empire dared to arrest a diplomat of the ice sea kingdom in the street.

The guard in black quickly ran to the bottom of the fence, and then jumped lightly.

Half of his body had just passed the wall, and not far away came a loud, unheard of gunshot.

With a bang, the black guard, whose strength has reached the peak of the fourth level, completely disappeared with a piece of blood mist on his chest.

Two sections of the body fell back to the garden, and the snow nearby was dyed red by the slowly falling blood fog.

The bullet should have come from a nearby height. After it broke the body of the black guard, it hit the icy ground in the garden.

With a loud bang, the ground was frozen as hard as steel plate by the cold, and it was broken into a basin size hole more than a foot deep. A lot of soil splashed on Edward's trouser legs.

The Duke of Portland, along with several guards around him, looked in the direction of the bullet.

On the roof of a wealthy businessman's mansion next door to Portland's mansion, a soldier in an iron gray uniform and wrapped in an iron gray winter coat is looking down on this side with a single telescope.

By the soldier's side, next to a decorated stone animal's head on the roof, a thick, dark, metallic barrel stretched out.

"How dare they Edward screamed hysterically.

Maybe it's anger, more because of fear, and an unprecedented sense of humiliation. Edward's voice has changed a lot. His broken high voice has a little bit of the charm of a female opera actress playing coloratura.

The heavy, dense sound of footsteps quickly approached from behind.

The Duke of Portland took a deep breath, then slowly shook his head and turned around with a smile on his face.

Hordes of Royal Knights, hordes of imperial soldiers poured into the back garden of the mansion. They quickly dispersed and took control of the whole garden.

Just now, the Duke of Portland, they were still in the main building, and there were countless heavy footsteps.

Soon, iron gray figures with guns appeared on the roof of the main building. Behind the windows of the main building, there were iron gray figures shaking.

Inside the main building, there was a cry of surprise from the maids and servants of the Duke of Portland.

Especially those maids, they used all their strength to scream loudly, inexplicably giving a sense of desolation and despair of catastrophe, family destruction and death.

The Duke of Portland breathed heavily.

The white haired old man beside him, the most loyal follower of the Duke of Portland, escorted him from the Principality of Portland to Marquis Vassily of the Durham Empire 30 years ago. With a straight face, he took a few heavy steps forward, opened his arms and stood in front of the Duke of Portland.

The Duke of Portland sipped his lips.

He vaguely remembers a similar scene. Many years ago, when their escape team passed through the Lanin corridor and was attacked by a bandit group of highland tribes one night, Marquis Vassily just stood in front of the young Duke of Portland.

But that time, they were a group of exiled, fugitive, homeless wretches.

The Great Duke of Portland always remembers the despair that everyone could be killed at any time.

But this time, he's an adult.He has accumulated a huge amount of wealth in Heidelberg, and he has colluded with deep contacts in Heidelberg. He has even seen the hope of national restoration to annihilate the rebellion party and restore the family glory.

Marquis Vassily, like that dangerous night, was forced to stand in front of the Duke of Portland unarmed.

The face of the Duke of Portland turned red. His green eyes were bloodshot, and countless blood colored lines appeared on them. His body trembled slightly, his hands clenched.

"Distinguished lords, this is the residence of the contemporary Archduke of the Principality of Portland." Marquis Walisi looked at the front of the Royal Knights: "here, under the protection of the Medlands public foreign law, and the corresponding laws of the Durham empire."

"Or, you should know one thing more, the Duke of Portland has the royal blood of the Durham empire He can also be regarded as a side branch of the royal family of the dren empire. "

"As Imperial Knights, why do your swords and swords point at us?"

"Why are your boots here?"

The Knights of the Durham Empire were silent.

Most of these Knights came from the Teutonic military aristocratic families of the dren empire. They received strict military education since childhood, as well as the rigid and traditional aristocratic education unique to the dren empire.

They scrupulously abide by the rules and systems of all nobles.

They are the most standard knights in medland.

The words of Marquis Vassily left them speechless.

Joe, surrounded by the crowd, strode over. From a distance, he heard the righteous, generous and powerful words of Marquis Vassily.

He looked at a Hyderabad standing by.

The secret guard of Heidelberg quickly gave out the corresponding information about the Marquis of Walisi, a close courtier of the Principality of Portland. Now the confidant steward of the Duke of Portland, in some gray areas of Heidelberg, he has a famous and extremely fierce senior hob meat.

This is a ruthless man who, in order to help the city of Portland develop its business, scrambles for territory and business, does not hesitate to destroy all the competitors, and then pushes his own son out to take the blame.

Joe widened his eyes and nodded slowly: "Hessian will like such an old guy Well, the witos, a lot of old people, are old people like that. I kind of like this old guy, but he shouldn't be our enemy

Joe strode to the Marquis of Vassily, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the white haired old man, who was not big, but had a strong breath, even a little fierce.

"Marquis Vassily, please get out of the way. This matter, you said, does not count." Joe looked at Marquis Vassily for a moment and shook his head gently.

"This Dear major... " Marquis Vassily stepped forward. He forced himself to Joe and looked up at Joe, who was nearly two heads higher than himself

There was a loud bang. Without any warning, Joe punched the Marquis Vassily in the stomach.

Marquis Vassily let out an unbelievable howl of pain. He was like a cooked crayfish, his whole body curled up and hung on Joe's strong arm.

Joe shook his hand lightly, and the faint Marquis Vassily fell heavily on the cold snow.

The Duke of Portland gave an unbelievable and furious roar. He yelled out the name of Marquis Vassily. With red eyes, he bit his teeth and flew to Joe.

The black fog came out from the body of the Duke of Portland. His orangutan red cloak and white hunting suit were all eroded by the black fog and suddenly turned black like ink.

Joe whistled.

It's true that he is a rich man who dares to lend money to Ferdinand. The clothes on the Duke of Portland are obviously made of expensive and rare materials. Therefore, under his influence, these clothes only change color, but they are not damaged at all!

What's more, Joe is familiar with the atmosphere of the Duke of Portland.

Heidra!

Hydra!

The Duke of Portland has the royal blood of the Durham empire. He fled to Heidelberg to shelter himself in the Durham empire. There is no doubt that he can get Heidelberg's medicine from the Durham empire.

Moreover, he is already the sixth level extraordinary!

It's just that his breath It's very frivolous and weak. Compared with the secret guards of hedra that Joe has seen Well, if we say that Hydra's Secret guards are hard tempered alloy steel, then the atmosphere of the Grand Duke of Portland is like old lady Mary's carefully baked buns, soft and empty, crisp on the outside and tender on the inside, which can make a hole with one finger.

A person who is superior to others and has been built up to the extraordinary level 6 by means of wealth, but has never been trained in actual combat, has never been through life and death struggle, has no combat effectiveness at all, and has never experienced any hardening of his own strength Big rich man!

The fighting power of the Duke of Portland is weaker than those inferior wolf Temple warriors that Joe killed in the lane corridor!Pure face goods!

Totally vulnerable!

Joe let out a low cry. He stepped forward and avoided the heavy blow of the Duke of Portland. He drove in from the middle of the road. The heavy blow was like a big gun, and hit the Duke of Portland on the chest.

In the exclamation of Edward and many Royal Knights on the scene, the Duke of Portland howled miserably, spat blood, and was knocked back hundreds of feet by Joe, smashed the rear wall, and fell directly into the street outside.

"Arrest everyone here!"

Joe pointed at Edward's pale face: "especially this guy dressed so coquettishly He's not a good man. He's here. Find a quiet room and fight me to death. I want to know everything he knows! "

"I am..." Edward wanted to identify himself as a diplomat.

"It's no use who you are." Joe came to Edward's face and put his foot on Edward's polished shoes.

With a click, one of Edward's feet was crushed.

Edward gave out a pitiful howl like a pig: "don't hit me, I'll tell you, I'll tell you..."

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