The night, the cold rain.

A large airship was like a giant shark in the deep sea, slowly flying past under the thick black clouds.

Dozens of shiny light beams erupted from under the airship's pod, tearing open the darkness and rain, illuminating the center of the dock camp where the Pottus people were entrenched.

Raindrops as big as soybeans slide through the light column, and the raindrops are dyed transparently by the light column, giving people a feeling of chilling like a knife.

In the Potusay camp, men and women screamed like ghosts.

They rushed out of the camp, followed the survival instinct passed down by their ancestors, and wanted to escape in the dark with a few things.

Heavy sounds of horse hooves and noisy footsteps sounded from all directions. On the convertible four-wheeled carriages, large gas lamps burst out with bright blue-white lights. After being reflected by the glass mercury concave mirror, they turned into light columns of several feet in diameter and shone into the camp, illuminating the entire camp as bright as daytime.

The cavalry of the brigade waved the sheathed sabers, like a demon rushing out of hell, galloping wildly in the darkness.

The scabbard hit the shoulders of the escaped Potusaiman. The heavy blow sounded far away in the darkness. The hit Potusaiman made a shrill cry and fell to the ground and kept rolling.

The cavalry shouted loudly and roared roughly.

"Kneel down, kneel down!"

"Don't run... Bastard, kneel down!"

"Those who resist kill, those who resist kill! Everyone kneels down!"

A large number of Pottus people were knocked to the ground in a tragic roar, and more people knelt on the ground.

On the four-wheeled carriage surrounded from all directions, in the dark behind the light column, a large group of fully armed soldiers surrounded the entire camp with torches.

A smart man threw down his home, rushed to the pier in three or two steps, preparing to jump into the river and escape.

On the giant airship that was only a thousand feet above the ground, a series of giant bombs fell like pheasants laying eggs. Round bombs with a diameter of more than one thousand millimeters splashed water columns dozens of feet high on the river surface, and then accompanied by a dull roar, huge water columns exploded two or three hundred feet high.

Several sharp beams of light shone on the pier, and several smart Potussiers raised their hands high and slowly knelt down with panic on their faces.

Who dares to jump into the river?

Who dares?

The Royal Airships Group used all the war airships, and when they met, they dropped a series of at least hundreds of giant bombs!

The cost of these bombs...

Several Potsai people on the pier wanted to cry.

They estimate their own value. If they are killed, the maximum compensation for life Stuart IX will be one or two goldmarks... But how much does one bomb cost for these giant bombs?

A bomb can be exchanged for more than a dozen of their lives?

Why this?

What did they do?

What did they do?

Did it be a bastard who was not open to the eyes touch the ass of the Empire Princess on the street?

Even so, it won't be like this, right?

The cavalry rode wildly in the camp, slashing hard with sabers and whips. A large group of ordinary Potusses knelt on the ground with water, following the survival instinct passed down by ancestors, crying and begging for mercy.

There were even more intelligent ghosts. They pointed at the tribe members around them and criticized all the good things they had done these days.

Who stole a wallet the day before yesterday?

Who snatched the child’s lollipop yesterday?

Who had the worst intentions to plot against the girl in the alley the day before yesterday?

Who gathered his tribe last month and sneaked into the home of a wealthy businessman to steal and was chased by evil dogs and killed three streets?

There is no need for interrogation. Faced with such a large-scale "encirclement", these Pottus people took the initiative to "confess and be lenient".

In the heart of the camp, in a solid warehouse, more than a hundred strong and powerful young men closed the heavy warehouse gate to resist stubbornly.

Those ordinary people are just petty thefts and commit some incompetent crimes to make a living.

But these guys, they are the "backbone and backbone" of the Lion Tail Tribe, have committed countless felony crimes, such as violence, robbery, kidnapping, blackmail, and even trafficking in people.

All tribesmen knew the things they had done, and these crimes were equivalent to military medals in the Potuse tribe - the more serious crimes committed, the higher the status of the tribe, the higher the treatment they enjoy!

According to the laws of the Delun Empire, if their crimes were fulfilled, they would definitely be sent to the gallows!

If the judges who judged the case were more ‘traditional’, they might enjoy VIP treatment on the guillotine.

Dozens of old-fashioned message guns stretched out from the narrow window of the warehouse, and a hysterical voice roared: "Bad bastard, we are innocent... we are innocent... we do nothing... kind Muteste... look at these imperial dogs... they slaughter good people... Oh my God!"

A row of twelve field guns with a 100-meter caliber were pushed up from the rear, and each field gun was shining in the middle by a column of light reflected from a four-wheeled carriage.

A gunner held a small torch and stood on the fire door heavily.

On rainy days, gunpowder was damp, and none of the twelve field guns were successfully activated.

On the ground, a major general wrapped in a raincoat cursed, raised the turbulent torch in his hand, and shook it three times towards the sky.

A giant airship flew past the warehouse, and ten giant bombs fell from a height of thousands of feet.

'boom'!

The earth trembled a little.

The entire warehouse was shattered in a dazzling ball of fire.

The major general who sent the signal whistled softly: "It's perfect... The accuracy of these bastards today is enough to go to the textbook of military universities!"

On the outside of this camp, on a small hill, a team of night patrolmen from the South Suburb Police Department rode on war horses, staring blankly at the camp where the fire was soaring into the sky.

"Stuart IX, who did you offend?"

"No matter who he offended...he and his tribe members are over...ha, this winter, our branch's public security assessment should be good."

"In other words, can we get more bonuses at the end of the year?"

A group of police officers smiled happily and comfortably, and some even sang cheerful opera tunes.

When Stuart IX's Lion Tail Tribe was in a catastrophe, Micairo, the vice president of the Fourth University of the Imperial Capital, was busy in his studio.

As a famous sculptor in the empire, Micairo is known for its beautiful female body statues, especially those who are not dressed in clothes. The courtyards of many nobles and wealthy merchants in the imperial capital stand with artistic treasures signed by Micairo.

The brightly lit and even a bit dazzling studio is over a hundred feet long and about thirty feet wide.

It looks quite messy here, with a large number of various stones and carving tools piled up, and there are also huge pencil-out design sketches hanging on the walls.

Five girls from the fourth university were wearing extremely cool half-length short-sleeved shirts and posing in a beautiful position on the round table in the middle of the studio. Three girls sat on the round table and stretched their bodies with all their might; two girls stood behind them, proudly thrusting their chests to highlight their broad minds.

He was covered in vain. Although he was old, his muscular Micairo was covered with shiny olive oil, and he circled around a big ten-foot-tall stone.

From time to time, he looked up at the five girls who acted as models, and used a pencil to outline a few strokes on the big rock in front of him.

Suddenly, he threw the pencil heavily to the ground, put his hands on his hips, and cursed hysterically.

"Hammer, a bastard who abused his power... He actually caused me to be arrested and locked up in the police station for a day and a night!"

"Shame, great shame... I, Micairo, have never suffered such humiliation in my life!"

"Blasphemy, this is blasphemy... This is blasphemy against art [58 Novels     www.58xs.info] art..."

"I, Micairo, a world-famous sculpture artist, the respected president of the Fourth University, my character is famous throughout Medland... I was actually caught in the police station and asked for confession!"

"Etiquette collapses and music is broken... The empire has no future!"

Micairo waved his hands and let out a 'deafening' roar.

The five girls looked at Mikaro with a smile. They winked each other, thinking about whether they could take the opportunity to have an in-depth exchange with Mikaro... For them, Mikaro, who has the title of Master of Sculpture, is simply the god in their hearts!

They are definitely not for the sake of interests... but for the pursuit of the true meaning of art!

‘Dong, dun, dun’!

The heavy door of the studio was knocked, and the knocking sound was heavy and extremely penetrating. The rhythm was neither too fast nor too slow, highlighting the confidence of the knocker.

"Get out!" Micairo roared at the top of his lungs: "Don't disturb a noble soul's pursuit of art! The further you go, the better! Get out!"

With a dull sound of "boom", the door made of a foot-thick oak board wrapped in an inch of iron plate was shattered by an inch of iron plate.

Countless fragments were like shotguns bombed by field guns, whistling with the harsh sound of breaking through the air, shattering a large amount of stone placed in a large space behind the door to pieces.

The loud noise scared the five girls screamed, and they all lay on the ground like frightened quails.

Micairo's face suddenly turned pale... This power... This violence... If he had just stood at the door, would he have been crushed by these fragments?

Several middle-aged men wearing black uniforms and extremely serious expressions strode into the studio with a unique cold air on the rainy night.

"Micairo, it has been verified that when you were the director of the Sculpture Department of the Fourth University fifteen years ago, you had twenty-seven sums of 47,892 Jinmak Fenni Twenty-three Su's whereabouts were unknown."

"After verified that after you became the vice president of the Fourth University seven years ago, you had one hundred and ninety-three huge wealth of more than two and three million gold marks in your anonymous account at the United Kingdom of Nice. "

"After verified, you have seven properties in the imperial capital and surrounding provinces, and twelve manors are named under the names of nine women who have an ambiguous relationship with you."

"After verified, you have a direct relationship with the inexplicable withdrawal of 17 girls from the fourth university in three years and the disappearance."

"Please go with us."

A middle-aged man stood in front of Micairo and showed a ferocious badge.

The glaring Hydra, this is the badge of the Imperial Supervision Department.

Micairo's body trembled violently, his lower abdomen squirmed, and he couldn't help but pee.
Chapter completed!