"Mr. Kaben, it seems that you have a bad reputation. Someone wants to kill you!"

Qiao hid behind a cinder mountain with Kabon, and picked up a rusty metal plate as a shield to block his head.

On the hot air balloon at a high altitude, several men dropped the flintlock rifle after firing, grabbed the flintlock short gun with double tubes, and hit Qiao again in the direction where he was hiding.

Then several black things the size of human heads were thrown off the hot air balloon, and a little spark was burning rapidly on it. There were a few loud bangs, and the bomb exploded between the slag mountains, blowing away countless slag and garbage.

Kabon was so angry that he was trembling all over. He gritted his teeth and said, "Do they want to kill me? Someone actually wants to kill me? Bastard... don't let me know who it is... Bastard... You are also a bastard..."

Kaben roared at Joe.

Joe didn't go to him, and Kabon roared loudly. He slapped him back and then threw him to the ground.

In the distance, the man who had just negotiated with Joe was roaring and scolding: "Who is it? Who is it? Stop it, stop!"

In the more and more people, someone suddenly blew a whistle.

A large group of people suddenly rushed forward, and a voice yelled: "Save Master Kaben, one million Jinmak...one million...kill these bandits, all Jinmak belong to me!"

The flintlock gun sounded like a bean exploded, and the lead bullet flew around the sky, causing a "swoosh" sound to break through the air.

Qiao's hundreds of subordinates were hiding behind the simple defense line, and the lead bullet hit the temporary blocking object, making a dull sound, splashing a large amount of dust.

Ya and the calm command subordinates of several elderly people in the family fought back. The dense bullets were sprayed out continuously, and occasionally several powerful crossbows and crossbows were mixed in, effectively shocking the impulsive militias and making them wander in the distance and dare not approach them.

High in the sky, the hot air balloon threw bombs again.

The man on the hot air balloon skillfully and quickly reloaded the bullets, and condescendingly, he hit the simple defense line arranged by the people with his teeth. Several lead shots were shot on the hard object, and two guards of the Vitu family were shot in the arms, making a cry of pain.

Taking advantage of the chance that the defense line was a little confused, a group of people suddenly rushed out among the militia in front, rushed towards this side at a faster pace, and threw two small bombs from afar.

"asshole!"

Qiao roared, and he suddenly jumped up like a huge flea, which suddenly jumped more than two hundred feet high. Then he took a deep breath, and the power of the knight in the sea of ​​energy rolled in, his right fist was like a heavy cannon, punching the hot air balloon less than three hundred feet above the ground.

The crimson fist spirit flew out, and the fist shadow about the size of a foot roared away, hitting the hanging basket under the hot air balloon.

With a loud bang, the fist exploded, and the hanging basket was smashed by the fist, and several men in the hanging basket were also shaken to pieces. The gas tank in the hanging basket exploded and exploded into a ball of fire with a radius of hundreds of feet, wrapping the entire hot air balloon in.

Large swaths of flames fell from the sky, and various fragments of the hanging basket hit the ground.

Qiao drew an arc and landed lightly on the top of a ruined mountain. He looked at the torches and lanterns used in the distance, and shouted in a low voice: "You want to die, I will fulfill you!"

There was a piece of slag under Qiao's feet, which was five or six feet in a radius and weighed nearly ten thousand pounds.

He grabbed the slag covered with countless pores and cracks, and threw it out casually.

A team of strong men with short spears and swords were charging towards this side in a mess. The slag hit them, and the crisp and hard slag exploded and turned into countless thumb-sized fragments to beat them everywhere.

The fragments roared, like shotguns bombed by field guns, plunging into the crowd frantically.

Dozens of strong men who were clamoring loudly and crazily arousing the militia's emotions fell down a tragic roar. With the support of Qiao's huge force, the slag fragments pierced their bodies like arrows piercing through their bodies, bringing bloody arrows.

A figure rushed out of the darkness, swung his teeth and rushed to the team of the wounded men who fell to the ground. He grabbed the man who was leading the clamor just now, carried his neck, and rushed back to the back of the defense line with three or five steps.

The militiamen who were clamoring forward from all directions were frightened by Qiao's sudden blow. They held their weapons tightly, looked at the slag mountain covered in the dark one by one, and stopped at a loss.

"Add them...I want to know their behind-the-scenes envoy." The man who had just negotiated with Joe roared angrily and issued several orders in succession.

Then, a gas lamp left the crowd. A middle-aged man in a uniform and strong-looking face walked forward hundreds of feet with a cigarette in his arms, and came to the bottom of the slag mountain where Qiao was.

"I am Martin Williams, Chief of the Ruhr City Police Department." The middle-aged man raised the gas lamp in his hand. He looked up at Qiao, who was standing on the top of the slag mountain and was drowned in darkness, and said in a deep voice: "Don't you want things to go uncontrollable, right? Well, first-class police lieutenant, Lord Joe Rong Weitu?"

Behind Martin, a slight noise came.

Joe looked at Martin curiously: "Do you know who I am?"

Martin laughed: "Marc Police Academy is mine, I sent him to be your guide... I was not sure... But when I saw you, your body shape and your police rank let me know that it must be you."

"Official Joe, you are the glorious Imperial Policeman. You will definitely not do anything illegal or disciplined, right?" Martin said gently: "There must be some misunderstandings. You and Mr. Carbon must have some misunderstandings."

"This is Mark's dereliction of duty. If he was with you, this would not have happened...so, we can have a good talk...you can give out any reasonable conditions."

A group of policemen walked out of the crowd slowly. They walked step by step to the injured and fell to the ground, and stopped a little. Seeing that there was no movement on Qiao, they quickly took out their handcuffs and shackled them, tied them tightly, and then dragged them to the rear for treatment.

These big men were suspected of "sleeping to kill" Kabon. It is conceivable that their fate would not be much better.

Joe stood on the top of the Scrap Mountain, put his hands on his hips, and looked down at Martin, holding the gas lamp with his right hand hundreds of feet away.

Martin was wearing casual clothes, but he had a gold seal hanging on his chest. This guy was a third-level police officer - his rank, and his rank was equivalent to that of a major general in the army.

Frowning and thinking for a while, Qiao said in a deep voice: "Director Martin, I still have the same old saying, I want to bring people to Fort Buchel. This is my only condition, and there is no room for negotiation."

"This police officer." Carl Jung Buchel, who had previously discussed matters in Buchel Fort, appeared quietly. Carl, dressed in black and wearing a black hat, bowed to Joe and said in a deep voice: "You insist on entering Buchel Fort, is there any exact need?"

Joe's pupils shrank into a thread.

He had been observing the movements around him, but Carl could actually approach such a close distance quietly... This guy's strength was much stronger than Carben.

He hurriedly looked back and found that Lan Mujin was already standing next to Kabon. A small blade in his hand was pressing against Kabon's neck. He then breathed a sigh of relief.

Carl wore the Bucher family badge, which clearly showed his identity. Joe was a little shocked. He had not had much time to make a noise, and the people of the Bucher family could find it here, which shows how strong the Bucher family is in Ruhr City.

This reaction efficiency is much better than that of the big families in Tulun Port.

This is the biggest difference between the empire wealthy families that have been passed down for hundreds of years and the nouveau riche in Tulun Port?

Carl continued: "The Boucher family is loyal to the empire, if you do have it..."

Carl couldn't finish his words.

Because in the crowd, in the dense militia team, two field guns with one hundred caliber appeared one after another. Two militiamen with black ink painted their faces put the small torches in their hands on the fire gate, and the two field guns immediately made a huge roar.

More than a hundred large shotguns were shot at Carl who was standing on the top of the ruined mountain with a harsh roar.

Carl let out an angry curse, and a cold light around him circled and rolled up. A soft sword more than four feet long brought a harsh sound of breaking through the air, slicing all the shotguns that attacked him.

The sword light spun, and dozens of shotguns turned into more than a thousand pieces and fell. Carl hissed and shouted: "Catch them! Bastard, I'm going to skin you!"

In the crowd, dozens of Boucher's subordinates in black jumped up and rushed towards the two firing militias.

The two militia grinned, then gritted their teeth.

When the subordinates of the Bucher family rushed to them, the two militia were already spitting black blood and fell to the ground. A Bucher family guard squatted down, pressed his fingers on their necks and hearts a few times, and then shook his head gently.

"How did these two cannons come from?" In the crowd, the escort leader of the Buchel family scolded him loudly.

Torches and horse lanterns were shaking around, and there was a hustle and bustle of people. No one could tell when these two cannons were arranged here. The two militiamen who committed suicide by taking poison appeared with which team of people.

Several guards of the Buchel family picked up the torches, got to the tails of the two field guns and looked at them.

Behind the tail of the cannon, there were a piece of polished marks the size of a palm, the factory number of the field cannon, and the information of the casting factory, all of which were polished off.

In Ruhr City jargon, these are two ‘black cannons’!

A few minutes later, Carl, who received the news, shouted at Joe: "Sir Police Officer, someone is using the things you triggered to mess up... For the sake of you, and the interests of the Buchell family, we should..."

'boom'!

A red flame in the factory area in the distance soared into the sky. In the flames, several chimneys towering into the clouds collapsed.

The explosion was howling with a strong wind, causing a large area of ​​smoke and dust.
Chapter completed!