On the afternoon of the 21st, on the second floor of the Tulun Port Police Station, there was a simply furnished lounge.

This is a place for the night shift police officers to take turns to take a break. In the spacious lounge, six crude single iron beds lined up with extremely simple bedding.

At this moment, there was only one bed near the door in the lounge, and Qiao Si was lying there with a slight ridge.

Next to the window of the lounge were two guards from Vitu family. They looked out from time to time through the window with vigilance. Similarly, at the door of the lounge, they were sitting on a chair and napping, and there were more than a dozen fully armed guards sitting next to them.

Qiao's earth-shaking snoring suddenly stopped. He clicked his mouth, opened his eyes, and suddenly put a force on his waist, sat up from the simple single-person iron bed.

With a 'crunch', the iron bed made an overwhelming whine, and the four thin bed legs were obviously bent.

"Has Director Zoff of the Logistics Department been arrested? The old dog of Wells family should be stuffed into the black prison and made it well... see what kind of rags he purchased."

Qiao sat on the iron frame bed, shook his head vigorously, and tried his best to get rid of his strong sleepiness.

"I have said a long time ago that this old dog must have embezzled a lot. The iron bed with such poor quality is twice as expensive as the old Schmidt's house... I don't let go of this insignificant money, it's such a greedy old dog."

Shaking his big head, Qiao stood up and walked to the bathroom next door with heavy steps. He put on the faucet, made a basin of cold water, and soaked his head in it.

After three minutes of stuffyness in the cold water, Qiao raised his head and sneezed happily. At this moment, he was finally energetic. After all, he was a young and vigorous young man. He stayed up for several days and had only been resting for more than two hours. At this moment, Qiao felt energetic and endless energy returned to his body.

Wiping his wet head with a towel, Joe put on his uniform, and his teeth that also woke up handed over a special issue of the Tulum Port Post. This was the work that Tulum Port Post kicked out as fast as possible after the official press conference in the morning.

The rare, always conservative and steady "Tulun Port Post" uses dazzling blood-colored words on the headline title of the special issue - "The truth about the Zhongqiu bloody case is announced, cruel and appalling"!

The subtitle of the headline is also a line of blood-colored small words - "The Empire cannot be provoked, revenge is coming"!

"Wow, the editor is dead, is this a editor in charge? This style... is really, completely different from the previous two years." Joe remembered Chahill who was killed last night.

When Zahill was editor-in-chief, the style of the Tulum Port Post was constant, and even the font size was rarely changed.

Today's special issue actually uses large blood-colored characters, and the font is extremely large, giving people a feeling of being scattered and murderous, and this style has become a bit big.

After a rough glance at the special issue, Joe frowned.

"His Duke has released the investigation results to the public? Well, it seems that this is roughly the case, but there are many problems..." Qiao was silent for a while, and looked up at Qiao: "Does my father send me any words?"

Ya nodded with a smile: "The boss asked someone to bring the message here. This is almost the truth of the matter. Except for the young master, you are working hard, Director Stein and other instigators of the special investigation team have not been idle these days... In addition to the confessions of those arrested people, the main situation of the Zhongqiu bloody case is almost the public announcement by the Duke."

"The boss said that there are some details, such as who is the person who Zahir is, and who killed him... These things will be left behind and investigated slowly."

"But this time, our main goal has been achieved and things are going well." Ya narrowed her eyes: "To make a final decision as soon as possible, and to put the interests we should get into as soon as possible. This is the consensus of the Duke and the boss."

Qiao raised his head and thought seriously about what happened in the past two days.

That's right, this is true.

There are still many details behind the Zhongqiu bloody case, but the confessions found from the arrested people can indeed prove and infer that the general truth of the Zhongqiu bloody case is what Duke Ross released to the public.

As for Zahir's death, who was behind him, which great figure in the imperial capital he implicated; why did Henneway and Hanks's crazyness; who bribed them to attack Henneway and Hanks...

Anyway, all the important suspects are in their hands. If you continue to investigate seriously, are you still afraid that you will not be able to find out the final truth?

Instead, the case was announced to the public as soon as possible and swallowed the huge profits that were released from Tulun Port as quickly as possible. This was the most urgent task for the Vitu family and the Duke of Ross at this moment.

The original seven-member committee family was destined to be destroyed, and only three lucky families would be preserved as tools to appease the indigenous people of Tulun Port and Jiasica. More than half of the other dozens of indigenous families would disappear completely in this great purge.

The benefits involved...

Qiao shivered and his mind was in chaos for a while. He could not calculate how huge the benefits involved were.

Let me give you an example, pepper!

On the huge territory of the empire, the peppers are essential on the dining table of every noble and every wealthy businessman. In today's market, a pound of pepper is equivalent to a pound of gold.

How many pounds of pepper does the empire consume every year? One hundred thousand pounds? Five hundred thousand pounds? Or one million pounds?

In addition to pepper, there are other spices. Some spices, such as saffron stamens, are more than ten times the price of pepper.

Ninety percent of the spices in the empire were obtained through the trade in Tulun Port!

"It's better to put my pocket money earlier. This is too reasonable...tsk!" Qiao patted the heart with his hand and murmured: "My pocket money should have increased ten times... no, one hundred times, right?"

Teeth shrugged her shoulders and glanced at Qiao quickly with a strange look at her mentally retarded son.

Miss Tifa, the eldest daughter of the Vitu family, is here. What's the point of giving you more pocket money?

Qiao Ru took a look at her chicken blood and suddenly became excited inexplicably.

He waved the special issue in his hand and shouted: "Then, we must make greater contributions. Where are those two damn bitches? Take me over... Hoho, I will take action myself, and I must pry open their mouths."

Shaking his neck, Qiao grinned suddenly: "The two noble nobles of the imperial capital were locked in that place for several hours after being seriously injured... They should have collapsed, right?"

A large group of family guards surrounded Qiao, who was full of ambition, hurried down the stairs, walked through the large yard of the police station, and walked down the black prison of the police station along the stone steps.

In the already noisy black prison, tsunami-like insults and curses suddenly sounded.

Then, the dull sound of the baton touching the body continued to sound, and the noise in the black prison quickly became quiet.

Compared with the energetic Qiao, Mesinglade, who was cold all over the alley of Tulum Port and was trembling constantly, was like a frightened little rabbit, running in the alley step by step.

From early morning to afternoon, he visited more than twenty Wells's industries and strongholds in a row.

All industries, including high-end hotels, clubs, and restaurants, were sealed off, and the front and back doors were standing with military and police. Through the gorgeous glass windows, Mesinglade saw that in the halls of those industries, the managers and waiters who were hired by their own employees were restricted from their freedom of movement, and sat there in a daze, being interrogated by some men in black.

These legitimate industries are not bad, but these employees are just cooperating with the investigation and are not physically injured.

And those unjust strongholds, such as the dens where the Fox Gang gang gathered, some extremely secret nests that were specially tainted and filthy, and many secret strongholds that even ordinary people of the Wells family didn't know have been uprooted.

There are obvious signs of fighting in many places, with blood everywhere and being beaten to pieces everywhere.

"Damn, damn... where else is there??" Mesinglade gasped and ran forward in a daze.

The head of the family, Model, was unknown. His father and other tribesmen were thrown into the black prison. The family's property was sealed off, various strongholds were pulled out, and his own dog legs were shot dead in the street...

Messinglade only felt that the sky was great, but he had no place to live.

Mesinglade, who had just entered the naval internship and had just obtained the rank of warrant officer, was like a poor cub. While running in small steps, his heart felt inexplicably sad, and two lines of tears slid down.

How could the Wells family, which was almost a hand-covered by the sky in Tulun Port, be so powerful that they could call for wind and rain, fall into this place in just a few days?

How dare she be that female devil from Jiasica? How dare she?

The Wells family not only represents the indigenous peoples of Tulum Port and Kassica, but in recent years, they have also defected to the powerful figures of the empire and have a tough backer.

Duke Ross, how could she dare to do this?

"Where am I going?" After all, Mesinglade was just a playboy from the Wells family. When the family changed drastically, without the support of his elders, he had no idea how to deal with it.

"Poor child, I feel confusion and despair in you."

A warm and warm voice suddenly rang behind Messinglade.

Messinglade shivered suddenly in fear, rushed forward seven or eight steps, and then turned around and shouted: "Who?"

Archbishop Loren, wearing a white robe and looking like he was shining, stood in the alley, with a kind smile on his face: "Meringlade, don't be afraid, my Lord will not give up any devout believer."

"When you find that you have no way out, you will be surprised to find that our Lord has opened a new door for you."

"Messinggrad, when you feel that the whole world has abandoned you and is full of malicious intentions towards you, do you want to be my Lord's servant and give everything to spread the glory of my Lord all over Medland?"

Archbishop Luolun flashed with a faint light, warm and majestic, just like the arrival of the true body of "Mu", making the entire alley extremely sacred.

"I am willing to be my Lord's servant." Mesinglade exhaled heavily and knelt in front of Archbishop Loren.

"Very good, come with me. Today's Port of Tulum, at least St. Heard's Cathedral, is safe."
Chapter completed!