October 27th, night.

It's raining.

The rain was not heavy, but the cold air was bone-bone. The temperature began to drop rapidly throughout the Heidra Fort and even the central abdominal area of ​​the Delun Empire.

At the South Station Branch of the Imperial Capital Police Station, a group of plasterers worked overtime overnight to repair the load-bearing columns that were broken by Qiao Yijiao. A large number of steel bars and iron pipes temporarily replaced the load-bearing columns, supporting several roof beams. A group of workers were busy grinding pieces of granite into a combination of shapes and sizes.

A group of policemen stood in the corridor, looking at the busy workers with a depressed look on their faces, and looked up from time to time to see the ceiling with a large number of cracks above the corridor.

Damn, they don't want to work in this dangerous building.

But for a while, they could not find an office location that accommodates so many police officers.

What else can it be done?

I can only repair it, can I just make do with it?

Several senior police officers had a gloomy face and were furious in their hearts. When the building was repaired, no matter how much the cost was, they would add a zero post to the back and send it to the troubled "colleague" who caused trouble.

This kid... is so fat. He is really worthy of the fat body on his body. He is so rich!

A lowly person like Stuart IX could extort two million Jin Marks from him... Tsk tsk, their South Station Branch, could it be worse than the Potto Serbians like those wild dogs?

Next to the branch's director's office, Younger temporarily occupied the office.

In his director's office, a wall was shattered by Qiao's punch. The workers had just filled half of the wall and couldn't use it.

Yang Kerr had to occupy the next room, and a large amount of official documents, case files, books and other miscellaneous items were moved from his office, making the whole room messy.

Holding a glass of mellow wine, Yang Kerr stood at the window, staring blankly at the dimly lit square outside.

"What a no-reputation country bumpkin... Didn't you say you want to talk to me about the cigar agency business?" Yang Keel grabbed his forehead with a little distress. Of course he knew that he had offended Joe, but he really couldn't let go of the cigar agency business that Joe had mentioned.

He knew how expensive the cigars he had carefully collected on weekdays were. He really didn't know that the source channel of these cigars was actually the family behind Qiao... The maritime merchants in Tulun Port were really rich!

If you can proxy these cigars...

Sighing, Younger walked to the desk and sat down, sipped a small sip of the glass of Milky Way.

It was his turn to be on duty today. The winter nights in Fort Heidra are long, humid and cold. Good people will never go out at night. The incidence of various crimes is more than twice as high as in spring, summer and autumn.

"Hate winter...I hate working overtime...especially night shifts." Younger raised his legs to his desk, then took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.

There are still a few trains to arrive tonight, I hope you can be safe and sound.

‘dong,dong,dong’, someone knocked on the office door. The knockers were both slow and slow. The knocking sound was heavy and penetrating, exuding an inexplicable majesty and power.

Through knocking on the door, the experienced Yang Kerr knew that there must be a very good person outside.

He hurriedly retracted his legs, and before he could shout "Please enter", the door had been pushed open, and several middle-aged men wearing police uniforms and small golden stars on their epaulettes walked in with gloomy faces.

Yang Keel placed the wine glass heavily on the desk with a bang, as if a red soldering iron was hit on his butt. He jumped up, stood at attention with a "splash", and then raised his hand and saluted several middle-aged men who walked into the door.

"Sir!" Younger roared with all his strength.

Damn, the middle-aged men who came in, a second-level police officer with the same rank as the military lieutenant general; two third-level police officers with the same rank as the military major general; and four or five first-level police officers with the same rank as the military colonel!

Younger himself is just a Level 3 police academy.

Anyone who walked into his office had a much higher rank than him...especially a second-level police general? In the Imperial Police Department, this is definitely a big shot, holding the future of countless policemen, even life and death.

"Level III Police Academic Youngel Baker, because of your hard work and diligence over the years, Lord Corel also heard your name... So, I will make adjustments to your work. I hope you will continue to contribute to the prosperity and long-term stability of the empire in your new position!"

The second-level police officer walked up to Yang Keel and slapped a document on his chest. He showed a curious sneer on his face as cold as a stone sculpture: "I don't know what you did, so I alarmed Lord Corel to issue the transfer order in person, but I hope that you will be honest and dedicated in your new position!"

Yang Keel stared blankly at the second-level police general standing in front of him: "Sir... Sir, what is my new position?"

The second-level police officer opened his mouth and showed an extremely strange smile: "Well, Lanyin Bridge Branch."

Yang Keel widened his eyes in horror: "Lanyin Bridge? There is no branch, only a patrol team..."

The second-level police officer laughed even more and more strangely: "An hour ago, Lord Kerrell personally issued an order, you are a subordinate of the Nanjiao Branch of the Imperial Capital, the first director of the newly established Lanyin Da Iron Bridge Branch. The safety of Lanyin Da Iron Bridge will be left to you!"

Yang Kerr's body shook, his face turned pale!

The Imperial Capital South Station Branch is a transportation hub surrounded by a lush and well-busy land. As the branch director of the South Station Branch, Yang Kerr can share tens of thousands of Jinmaks from here every year.

If not, how could he have smoked high-end cigars from Tulum Port?

But the big iron bridge on the Lanyin River?

The big iron bridge is very lively, with hundreds of trains coming and going every day... But these trains are just coming and going, passing by. No one will get off the big iron bridge, and no one will stop on the big iron bridge.

The patrol team guarding the Da Iron Bridge used to ride horses, storm on the bridge, storm, scorching sun, cold wind and snow, moisture and dew, and the exhaust gas and steam coming and going of trains, walked from one end of the bridge to another like a fool, and then walked from the other end of the bridge to this end the next day.

The rotation of day and night is endless!

Only those who make big mistakes or offend big men will be sent to the Datioxiao patrol team.

There, without any mention of any good and good news, you have no chance to make contributions, and you will... have a dead future and never hope!

"No, no, no, sir, this must be a mistake. I, me, how could I... and, Da Iron Bridge, it's enough to have a patrol team, how could it be... the branch office, why should a branch be established there?"

Yang Keel stuttered.

"Take him away." The second-level police general turned his head and looked at Younger with some pity.

Unlucky guy, God knows who he offended!

In order to rectify him, a new branch of the Iron Bridge Branch was even established... If the police minister Correll makes a desperate effort to slap people, wouldn't this guy climb onto the bed of the countess whom Lord Correll hooked up with?

Several first-level police academies came over, and they grabbed Younger's arm extremely roughly, as if they were escorting a prisoner, forcibly pushed him out of the office.

Outside the office building gate of the South Station Branch, a specially reinforced four-wheeled carriage used to transport the repetitive offenders was already waiting there.

A group of dozens of people, with a much more powerful aura than ordinary police, sat on the horse's back straight, staring at Yang Kerr with a cold look, her eyes full of unconcealed malice.

Very good. For Yang Keer, they had to run dozens of miles to the Dati Bridge patrol station on the Lanyin River in the cold wind and rain at night to "escort" this unlucky guy to take office!

The policemen wearing tart cloth poncho were dark, and they were all thinking about the idea of ​​resolving the score with Yang Kerr in the future.

In the outskirts of the imperial capital, the Portus Lion Tail Tribe, an abandoned pier camp.

Stuart IX was surrounded by several elders and more than a hundred tribe-faced tribe members. On the small square table in front of him, more than a dozen bright daggers were inserted.

Several of Stuart IX's confidant thugs had been broken, and were lying aside to make a living by crying and shouting.

Several elders surrounded Stuart IX, not sure whether it was the 100th or the 200th time.

"Your Majesty, money, that money...and our money!"

"Support the money, you are still our Majesty!"

"You can't be greedy, you can't just take it alone... Your Majesty, without us, what's the use of no matter how much money you have?"

"Two million gold marks, and the money we have saved over the years... Dear Majesty, you are the one we have grown up watching, you can't do this!"

Someone was persuading Stuart IX with great thought, and some were threatening violently.

"Oh, Your Majesty, you have disappointed us so much...that money, with our portion...those who eat alone will always die miserably!"

"Think about it, three years ago, the Duke of the Lion Claw Tribe, he just greedy for a yellow diamond and died!"

"If you don't think about yourself, you have to think about Your Majesty the Queen... If you die, she will immediately become a prostitute... We are all happy to be happy with her!"

Stuart IX was sweating all over and his face was extremely haggard.

After a fire yesterday, Stuart IX, who suffered heavy losses from his confidant subordinates, was surrounded by several "rebellious" elders.

When the money is there, these elders are as obedient as dogs.

But the money disappeared, and these elders turned into mad dogs.

Stuart IX knew very well what kind of virtues his tribe members were. The Potuses were originally like this, and they were greedy and cruel.

However, he couldn't pay the money.

He had no idea what the money was going on.

"You damn idiots...you should think about it now, we beat Cadillac away, Chrysler and the others, if they bring people back to revenge...they will definitely bring people back to revenge!"

Stuart IX hissed.

An elder could not control his emotions, and finally took action, slapped his Majesty the King in the face: "Shut up, if they want to take revenge, let's take revenge... Give us our money first!"

Stuart IX was about to swear, but his scolding suddenly became all in his throat.

He looked at the back of the crowd in horror.

In that dark place, figures in black leather tights appeared out of thin air... They were like demons from the darkness, emitting terrifying murderous intent.

The space around was twisting and shaking, and terrifying pressure came from the void.
Chapter completed!