Joe jumped out of the carriage.

He opened his arms and strode towards the middle-aged man who was approaching him with enthusiasm.

He hugged the middle-aged man who was much shorter than him, and Qiao's fat slap on the other party's back enthusiastically, making a 'bang' sound.

"Uncle Mule, I haven't seen you for more than a year. How are you doing recently?" Amid the middle-aged man's angry curse, Qiao laughed and let go of his hand, took out a silver cigarette box from his pocket, took out a large cigar and handed it over.

Tall and thin, with a huge scar on his face slashing across his face. The middle-aged man, who almost chopped his face in half, took the cigar and patted Qiao on the arm.

"Joe, you have really grown up, with such a lot of strength... tsk, tsk!" The middle-aged man exclaimed sincerely: "Damn it, this moment just now reminded me of when I was a child, I was thrown into the mountains and forests by a hungry mother bear, and I was almost suffocated to death. Fortunately, the boss shot the big guy away."

"Uncle Mule, if I were a bear, it would be a male bear!" Qiao Xinran smiled, pulled out a few more cigars, handed them to the teeth that came up, Si Gengsi and several other family members, and then slapped the little monkey who came out with a slap.

"Hahaha, that's right, a strong little male bear, damn, so much strength." The big boss of the Vitu family who was in charge of smuggling and trading in Lov's post, whose name has long been forgotten. There was only a middle-aged man nicknamed "Iron Mule" exclaimed: "What a great strength."

Teeth took out a kerosene lighter and lit a cigar for everyone.

He chuckled and said, "Just just opened the sea of ​​power, there were 3,500 pounds of power, which was stronger than we were back then."

The iron mule frowned and looked at Qiao up and down for a while: "Maybe I feel wrong, 3500 pounds? I believe you say it's 35000 pounds... I almost broke my backbone, and my strength is not bad?"

Qiao laughed a few times and quickly changed the topic: "Uncle Mule, are you feeling too weak recently? Well, my father and godfather asked me to come to Löwong to establish a police branch, but I would like to ask you to help me."

The iron mule spitted a smoke ring and waved proudly: "Young Master, don't worry, our Weitu family is strong in the mountains in Lovgang, and there are many of our good partners in the mountains to the west..."

He coughed heavily: "Iron Mule, stop talking nonsense, take us to the base. Well, the young master is now a first-class police lieutenant of the Imperial Police Department, the director of the Löwgang Branch of the Tulun Port Police Department... Let the brothers be careful in their words in the future!"

Ya curled her lips, and the cigar that was holding it at the corner of her mouth accurately pointed at the one hundred and chubby policeman standing dozens of feet away.

Several old men from the Vitu family narrowed their eyes at the same time, looked at the three shiny silver stars on Qiao's shoulder pads, and then spit out a mouthful of smoke at the same time: "Ah, praise the kind Muteste!"

Lan Mujin and Lan Kikyo stood behind Qiao, squinted their eyes and looked around.

The family guards who followed Qiao came to Lövgang were holding hands with the brothers stationed in Lövgang, greeting each other, sharing cigarettes, and whispering to discuss which family style in Lövgang - the wine in the moon venue is good, the smoke is fragrant, the bed is soft, and the girl is beautiful...

Billy and a hundred colleagues stood aside, looking at these guys with envy and fear.

The guards of the Vitu family, okay, because of Qiao, we are good friends.

But the group of subordinates stationed in Lovgang, the Vitu family...their temperament is exactly the same as the pirates hanged by Tulun Port every year. They are all fierce and evil, and they look crooked. When they first see them, they know that they are not good people.

However, because of Qiao, well, everyone will become good friends in the future.

Billy pressed his right hand gently and sighed in a low voice: "Praise the kind Muteste, fate is really unpredictable."

Billy's eyes quickly swept over the group of ferocious guys, the gem rings on their fingers, the pure gold bracelets on their wrists, and the swaying sterling silver pocket watches that they hung around their necks...

Billy and a group of policemen almost spit out the saliva.

Lan Mujin, who was looking around, snorted lightly.

Lan Kikyo whispered: "Northwest, one thousand two hundred feet, the small building behind the row of beechs, the third floor, the military monocular with a 150-millimeter objective lens... I felt malicious, would I kill them?"

The two brothers stood behind Qiao less than five feet away. Qiao could hear them clearly, too, Si Gengsi, Iron Mule, and several other elderly people in the family.

Qiao whistled and laughed: "It seems that some people don't welcome us here very much."

The iron mule laughed, and he didn't look back, and continued to calmly suck the clouds and fog: "That's certain... It's sure it's northwest? More than a thousand feet away, there is a building over there, which is a point for the Wells' "Flying Fish" Chuck."

"One of his lovers lives in it, and he sometimes takes people to party all night. It was a den in the Wells family in Lov Hill...tsk, Wells family."

"Your Excellency Qiao..." Lan Kekong spoke again.

"From now, just call me Qiao, don't use respectful titles. We are our own brothers." Qiao interrupted Lan Ji Kung's words: "What do you want to say? Hibiscus? Or Kitung? Ah, it's too difficult to distinguish between you brothers."

"Do you want me to kill them?" Lan Ji Kyoto's words were very direct, full of cold murderous intent that made people feel shy: "By the way, I am Ji Kyoto. Mu Ji Kyoto doesn't like to talk, and I usually speak."

Qiao was silent, and then laughed dryly: "So, Kikyo, we are policemen... can we find a way to keep an eye on them? I want to know what they are planning, and who are there... We are policemen, we can't kill people randomly, but we can severely punish them in the name of imperial laws after we have grasped the evidence."

Lan Mujin and Lan Kikong looked at each other, Lan Kikong said calmly: "I understand... Then, I need an opportunity to get out of their sight. I can't leave suddenly in front of so many people."

Qiao waved the cigar that had been sucking a small piece of his hand and said, "Uncle Mule, take us to the base. Have you prepared the base? Our Lovgang Branch is now poor and we can't do anything without your support!"

The iron mule let out a sharp whistle, and the guards of the Vitu family rode on their horses, and Joe also took the lead in getting into the carriage.

The large group of people whistled, but did not enter the town of Lovgang, but followed a road outside the town and headed towards the hilly area north of the town.

Joe poked out of the car window and looked at Lofgang curiously.

He looked around for a few times, and just turned around, he was suddenly scared - the two brothers who were sitting in front of him just now were only alone sitting there quietly.

Lan Yikong, no one knows when it disappeared quietly.

There was no movement, no sound, and there was not even a sound of wind.

What made Qiao even more terrifying was that the carriage door was not opened, and the window on the left side was occupied by him. Billy was blocking the window on the right and looked out - Lan Ji-kyong, how did she slip out of this closed carriage?

Lan Mujin looked at Qiao quietly, her eyes as silent as water, without any emotional fluctuations.

Qiao looked at Lan Mujin for a while, then nodded hard to him and gestured with an admiration.

Billy also shook his head and turned around. He blinked his eyes and suddenly saw that Lan Mujin was the only one left in front of him. He was so scared that his body was trembling with fat, he jumped up and let out a shrill scream: "My mother... ghost..."

A small building that was just pointed out by Lan Mujin and Lan Likong brothers.

White walls, red tiles, three-story building is surrounded by green trees, surrounded by wooden fences, and several ferocious dogs are running around the yard.

In the hall on the first floor of the small building, dozens of fully armed men stood or sat, smoking mixed cigarettes and drinking strong tea, each with an unconcealed confusion and panic on his face.

On the third floor, in broad daylight, a spacious hall curtain was closed, an objective lens with one hundred and fifty feet long, and a monocular telescope about four feet long was mounted on a tripod, and it was penetrated through the gaps in the curtains.

The small building is located on the top of the hill, only more than a thousand feet away from the entrance of Lövgang. From this height and angle, it is clear that Qiao's every move that has just arrived at Lövgang can be seen clearly.

A man with dark skin and red turban wrapped around his head surrounded the telescope for a long time. It was not until Qiao's team turned over a small hill and disappeared from the green trees that the man slowly straightened his waist, put his hands on his waist, and muttered in a low voice: "Hey, the bastard of the Vitu family is really here."

"Is there still a Wang Fa? An eighteen-year-old puppy, a first-class police lieutenant? Is there still a Wang Fa? It's too dark and lawless... How dare that old guy in Hesen do this?"

The flying fish Chuck wrapped in a red turban, the deputy leader of the Wells family who was in charge of smuggling activities in Lov Post, cursing loudly in anger.

In the hall, on the leather sofa, seven or eight fierce men sat there frowning, spitting thick smoke.

"Let's tell me what to do?" Feiyu Chuck said in a panic: "The family is unreliable. I heard that even Master Moder was thrown into the black prison... Damn Mutesti, what should we do?"

A tall man with one ear missing and one eye missing, and only his thumb, index finger and middle finger left his left hand spit on the carpet, and then threw the cigar in his hand into a fine porcelain teacup.

With a sneer, the cigar butt was extinguished by half a cup of tea.

The fierce man, the chief leader of Wells's family in Lovgang, Bill, touched his nose and said with a gloomy face: "I can't rely on my family, but my brothers still have to eat... I can't rely on me... So, who has a grudge against money in the stack?"

"Our family is unreliable, so, what do we do ourselves, brothers think?"

Bill's tone became extremely erratic: "Put on several other families and let's do it ourselves... Lövgang is the Lövgang built by the brothers over the years... No one comes, the words are easy to use."

"That little puppy, if he cooperates, I'll give him some sweetness."
Chapter completed!