The streets paved with greystone are covered with mottled traces.

It had just been a light rain and the ground was wet; as Qiao said before, the air in Ruhr City was filled with a sour smell, which was a unique atmosphere formed by the huge amount of burning coal in the surrounding large factories year after year, month after month.

Looking around, you can see towering chimneys everywhere from far and near.

Even at night, the chimneys were spitting out black smoke, and red flames were spitting out from the factory below, with dull sounds of steam hammers and sharp metal friction sounds.

The power of industry!

The aesthetics of industry!

As the most important traditional industrial base in the Delun Empire, the Ruhr City area is thick and hot, just like a lava lake hidden deep underground, containing powerful and violent power.

Qiao Qi was on Xiaobai's back and looked at the street scene that was very different from Tulun Port in curiosity.

In the late night, the streets of Ruer City were still lively. Workers who had just handed over the shift were bustling out of the factory gates, gathered together by friends, and walked into bars and bars with laughter.

These bars and taverns are brightly lit, and Kongwu’s powerful workers eat and drink here, fill their empty belly, and use alcohol to eliminate the lack of body and soul.

There are drunk men walking swaying on the street, but there are few fighting in the street.

It is obvious that the people in the Ruhr City area are more down-to-earth and more stable than those of the compatriots who are naturally fanatical in the Southern Binhai. Even an ordinary drunken worker has the traditional calm and resolute temperament of the people of the empire.

Police officers can be seen wandering everywhere on the streets and alleys. They patrolled in groups of three or five in their jurisdictions. Even in the middle of the night, even if many policemen were tired on their faces, they did not slacken at all.

There is no doubt that the police in Ruhr City are very conscientious and dedicated.

Compared with colleagues from a small port in the south, these policemen are role models.

On the rusty iron street lamp poles on the roadside, the old-fashioned gas lamps emit a dim light, and each street lamp can only illuminate a small area near the street lamp poles.

The buildings on the roadside are tall, strong, square, and do not have much beauty. The exterior walls are mostly made of granite, with gloomy tones, cold and solemn, hard and stubborn, just like the impression the Delun Empire gave to outsiders.

Qiao and the people around him were looking at this strange city with a critical look.

Compared with Tulun Port, which is passionate, wealthy, manic, and full of artistic atmosphere and full of life, Ruhr City seems a bit dull and boring, like a giant machine in operation.

More than a dozen four-wheeled carriages lined up and were filled with Billy and a group of policemen from Tulum Port. The window opened, and Billy and a group of guys poked their bulging heads out of the window and looked around curiously.

Joe and a group of followers rode on horseback, surrounded the carriage and walked forward.

Because the street lights were a little dim, the more than a hundred guards of the Vitu family held torches, looking around unrestrainedly and rebelliously, whispering to the street scenes of Ruer City.

In the leading carriage, Mark Police Academy and several subordinates hung their faces and said nothing.

"It's too high-profile." After a long time, a police detective murmured: "I feel that they are like a group of bandits rushing into the city, stalking on fire and doing whatever they want... they don't seem to be here to investigate the case at all."

"They don't have the qualities that an excellent detective should have." Another detective looked at Mark Police Academy in great confusion: "No matter how big a person is, is it useful to transfer these people over?"

Mark Police Academy glared at his subordinates fiercely: "Abide by orders and do your duty! Don't forget your oath when you joined the police station..."

Through the gap in the car window, looking at the 'police's' riding on horseback and laughing, Mark Police Academy curled his lips helplessly: "Maybe they are not suitable for investigating the case, but they are not weak."

"I heard that during the day, dozens of them were killed or injured... They had just fought a war during the day, and now they can still joke as if nothing had happened. Our brothers don't have the ability..."

The evaluation of Mark Police Academy is very fair. Hessen sent out his family guards to the north with Qiao, but they are all elite players of the Vitu family. In terms of combat effectiveness alone, ordinary policemen are indeed inferior to them.

Several detectives carefully observed the "comrades" outside through the crack in the window, and then they had to admit that these unrestrained, rebellious, and full of resentment looked really a bit powerful.

A large group of people walked through the streets and finally arrived at the core area of ​​Ruhr City.

A small river meanders, and large flower beds and grasslands surrounded more than a dozen long buildings. Between two huge oak trees, a bronze floral gate is inlaid with a wooden nameplate that is quite old-fashioned - Ruercheng Mining Hospital!

The brigade entered the hospital gate. Under the first carriage taken by Mark Police Academy and others, the team followed a boulevard and headed towards the northwest corner of the hospital.

Qiao patted Xiaobai's neck and urged Xiaobai to run to the carriage at the Mark Police Academy. He opened the window, then pointed to more than a dozen buildings covered by the night and exclaimed: "Is this a hospital? Tsk... There are only small clinics and small pharmacies in Tulun Port... Is this really a hospital?"

Mark Police Academy smiled, and nodded proudly: "Ruer City has a long history. The coal-metallurgical consortium in the Ruer City area is an ancient and powerful existence... This mining hospital has 12,000 beds. If necessary, it can accommodate up to 20,000 people in hospitalization!"

Joe widened his eyes and looked at Mark Police Academy in shock: "It seems that the security in Ruhr City is a problem... Look, you actually have to prepare for such a large territory to treat the wounded... You must often have large-scale street fights here, right?"

Mark's face thrust violently.

He stared at Qiao angrily and explained subconsciously: "No, no, the daily security in Ruhr City is very good... The patients here are more because..."

Joe reached into the car window, gently patted Mark's shoulder on the shoulder, and comforted him: "No need to explain, I know, I understand... You must be the same as the work we usually do. As long as there is no murder, everything will be suppressed."

"The officials and men in the city hall all like to listen to good things. They don't like us to report to the funeral every day! They like to hear us that the market has been calm recently, and there is not even a single person to fight... Ha, they like to hear this!"

"Tsk, don't worry about those officials who like to listen to good things... Just say that in such a big hospital, how many people have to fight every day to fill it up!"

Mark's police academy was not good at speaking. He stared at Joe blankly, and for a moment he had no idea how to explain to Joe.

A detective knew his boss' weakness, so he hurriedly said: "Officer Qiao, the security in our Ruhr City is really..."

Qiao said carelessly: "It's really not very good. I understand, I understand... Otherwise, why do you do a serious case investigation? Look, our Tulun Port is simple and has excellent public security. Our Tulun Port Police Department will not have so many messy departments!"

The veins on the forehead of Mark Police Academy were raised, and he and several subordinates had extremely bad thoughts at the same time, and they wanted to rush out and beat Qiao.

But looking at the more than a hundred persevering "police" around Joe, Mark Police Academy and a group of subordinates forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart.

The group arrived at the northwest corner of the Mining Hospital, which was half a mile away from the other dozen ward buildings. From it, green trees stood alone a grayish-white building that made people feel inexplicably cold.

"The Marquis of Seajac and the bodies of other victims who were attacked... no, it should be said that the wreckage is all preserved here."

Mark Police Academy got off the carriage and took Qiao and others to the entrance of the small building. He pointed to the brigade behind Qiao and said in a deep voice: "Officer Qiao, you can't bring so many people down, the space below is limited."

"Below? Underground?" Joe stared at Mark Police Academy wide-eyed: "So, is there an underground black prison here?"

"Underground Black Criminal?" The Academy of Police wanted to spray a mouthful of blood on Joe's face: "No, this is the first in the entire Derren Empire and one of the only two underground ice storage morgues today."

"Ice Cang? Mortuary?" Qiao lifted the police helmet above her head, touched her hair that was half-slimmed by the flowering firecrackers, and said in surprise: "Fresh things, you really need to be seen... Well, Uncle Ya, and Hibiscus and Kikyo, please go with me."

The dimly lit building, the janitor with a ferocious face, opened a square room with a foot thick iron door with cotton wool in the middle, muttered and walked into a square room with twenty feet long and wide.

The janitor pulled a metal guard at the door of the room and heard a low "puff" sound of steam coming from afar. With the "choking" iron chain friction, the huge room began to slowly descend.

Joe stared at Mark Police Academy in horror.

Mark Police Academy looked at Joe seriously, put on a reserved expression that he was used to and common, and said calmly: "Oh, the steam lift... is useless. The little thing I just invented last year was installed here two months ago... Well, big people should also have the decentness of big people."

Before Qiao could ask, Mark Police Academy was already muttering with a hint of pride.

Many big names in the Ruer City area come to the mining hospital for treatment.

If the treatment is ineffective, those big figures will hold a huge memorial ceremony after their death.

Many VIPs at the memorial ceremony were too far away and it took some time to get to Ruhr City.

While waiting for the VIPs, of course, the bodies of those dead big men must be properly kept in this ice-stacked morgue.

Therefore, high-end goods such as steam elevators are equipped with this morgue as soon as possible to highlight the decency and pomp of the big guys who may use this morgue in the future.

Joe was stunned when he heard this.
Chapter completed!