The grimace shopkeeper disappeared silently halfway.

He told Joe that he would also call the children to find the missing girls.

After a rough investigation by the Sparrow Gang, after the Zhongqiu bloody incident, more than thirty girls aged ten to sixteen disappeared in several streets and alleys around Yaolu Street.

This news made Qiao feel inexplicably heavy. Even the joy of getting Yanan's confession and survey information was suppressed without a trace.

So, when he returned to his own gate, Qiao's face was gloomy, as if he had been snatched away ten thousand gold marks in the street.

Hesen, holding a big cigar in his mouth, surrounded by a group of guards, gently patted his beer belly with his hands. Standing in the middle of the gate, he saw Qiao walking down from a four-wheeled carriage. He smiled and opened his arms to greet him.

Qiao held the heavy official box in one hand, opened the other hand, and hugged Hesen with a forceful hug.

The father and son pressed heavily on their cheeks, and their round cheeks collided with each other, making a crisp clapping sound.

"That's it, that thing?" Hesen let go of his arm and looked directly at the official box in Qiao's hand. When Qiao went to Palm Tree Street, he had already sent someone to rush home in advance and told Hesen in detail about the traction backdrop.

"It's this thing, father... Damn, they have a squadron squadron squatting in the southwest corner of Gassica." Joe was in a heavy mood: "In my judgment, the Major General Agassi probably died in the pink mermaid."

Joe frowned tightly: "They will definitely take revenge, but I don't know how they will take revenge."

He looked at Hesen with a little nervousness: "I can understand why that idiot Yanan is trying to hit me in the street. This thing will be pursued by the Navy of the Kingdom of Saint-Shia, and the Navy of the Deren Empire will also pursue it like a mad dog. Even..."

Hesen sneered. He took the official box from Qiao's hand and said in a deep voice: "A country that knows that this information exists will be moved. Anyone who keeps this thing will be a huge hidden danger."

"Only by handing it to the right person, the Vitu family will be safe, and the credit that should belong to you and the benefits that should belong to the Vitu family will not be reduced." Hesen whistled, slapped the official box in his hand, "But your father, Mr. Hesen, just met a few correct people."

"Go and rest, you've been exhausted these two days." Hesen patted Joe's big belly: "Go and rest, son, look at you, you've lost weight, and Liya will definitely be sad."

"Get your spirits well, and then go out with me tomorrow." Hessen grinned.

Joe took off the cigar in the corner of Hesen's mouth, stuffed it into his mouth, took two hard puffs, vomited a cigarette ring, then shook his hands and walked into his house swayingly.

The small shrubs nearby were heard from a sound, and several huge mastiffs rushed out sneakily, approached Qiao happily, and posted their big tongues, showing their attentiveness to him.

Qiao slapped the heads of these big guys intimately and played with them. He walked all the way to the gate of the main building. The mastiffs shook their tails, made low whimpers at the gate of the main building, and then quickly turned around and left.

These guys remember clearly that there were two "headed wolf brothers" living in the main building, Qiao and Gorkin, and Weima, a generous "time feeder", living. The problem was that there was also a "violent iceberg woman" carrying a small gavel!

They don't want to be kicked by Tifa a few more times, so they naturally run as far as they can.

Standing at the entrance of the main building, looking at the window of Liya, Tifa, and Weima's room, Joe looked at the time now, shook his head, and returned to his room lightly.

He took a comfortable and warm bath. In front of the huge dressing mirror, Qiao gently tore off more than a hundred small centipede-like blood scabs on his upper body. The wounds below had completely healed, leaving light red marks.

Joe snorted coldly: "Mels."

Thinking of the destined fate of Meles, Joe felt relieved.

This guy who shouts high-sounding slogans but is actually seeking personal gain will of course be to feed the fish!

Using his dirty, depraved body and fattening the storm sea fish to make a meager contribution to the fishing resources of the Deren Empire, this is of course the best ending for a person like Meles.

It’s clean, and there’s no hypocritical hypocrite in the world!

There was nothing to say all night, and Qiao slept in darkness.

While Qiao was sleeping, Hesen took Qiao's special investigation team's ID and took a group of people to visit several places in Tulun Port.

When a trace of white fish appeared on the eastern sea level, a large fleet quietly bypassed the Silver Bullhorn Headland and entered the inland sea of ​​Tulun Port, and finally docked at the No. 3 New Pier.

The brigade was wearing iron gray uniforms, and the imperial soldiers with a strong atmosphere lined up to land, and then lined up in an orderly manner to enter the downtown area of ​​Tulun Port.

There were more than forty large and small warships, led by two old-fashioned first-class battleships, carrying three second-class battleships, five third-class battleships, and more than a dozen large frigates, and directly lined up a line-shaped shelling array, falling anchors on the sea near the No. 3 New Pier.

On the masts of these warships, huge military flags danced in the wind. On the military flags were not the Hydra shield of the battleship of the Delun Empire Navy, but the shadow of a small island, a shield-shaped heraldry blossomed with a blood-colored azalea blooming.

There is no doubt that this is a private fleet of nobles. The strength of this fleet is much stronger than the local fleet of Tulun Port.

They lined up a line-shaped shelling array near the No. 3 New Pier, directly sealing the local fleet of Tulun Port and the Naval Academy of Tulun Port on the shore, posing the most direct threat to the old artillery.

A liaison officer of the local fleet of Tulum Port boarded the ship and questioned it. Not long after, he rolled off the fleet's flagship with his swollen cheeks.

When he woke up the next morning, Qiao poured three basic strength potions, practiced his breathing method, and sweated happily. After taking another bath, he felt full of energy and almost sprayed out of every pore.

The crimson light curtain lit up in front of my eyes, and the other information did not change at all, and only the energy level had a subtle adjustment.

*

Energy level: Sea of ​​strength (normal state: 0.098%) (perfect state: 0.0033%) (physical strength: 75,000 pounds)

*

Joe was stunned.

This is his second time practicing breathing, and it has not been a long time, only one hour, but the progress of his energy sea will discard the so-called perfect state and look at his normal state progress.

It was only 0.033%, but this time it increased to 0.098%.

The progress is far beyond what Laplacie said.

"Laplahi." Joe whispered Laplahi's name.

"What can I say? Of course I know why you have improved so quickly... But, the old saying is that knowledge is priceless, and money has a price." Laplacie laughed treacherously: "I want to know why, well, this knowledge, ten thousand gold marks, I think it is reasonable."

Qiao snorted coldly.

His pupils suddenly turned crimson. Deep in his pupils, the three-circular hexagram magic array was slowly rotating. He was completely instinctive and said the following words.

"Fighting, killing, and the death and fear that arise from this, everything that is tangible and intangible, and all things related to violence, whether it is physical existence that can be touched by the body, or idealistic things that cannot be perceived by the human body."

"I'm here, that's for me. Because I'm Crimson!"

Qiao murmured: "Fighting, violence, killing, death, and even the fear, famine, plague, desolation that arouses it... will provide me with strength. Am I an ominous existence?"

Some inexplicable fragments appeared in Qiao's mind. Some scattered images made Qiao feel a little uncomfortable. But soon, the discomfort disappeared.

"Laplahi, am I an ominous existence?"

Laplacie was silent for a while, and the sound of him smoking his little pipe came from Joe's mind.

"Ominous? How could it be?" Laplacie was silent for a while, and then he sighed: "Then, I can tell you that you are 'person' and you are noble."

"What is 'person'?" Laplaci laughed extremely treacherously again: "Ten thousand gold marks, thank you!"

Qiao snorted coldly, and he walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a big towel, crossed the bedroom, and came to the cloakroom. He shouted, and seven or eight little maids trotted in like a lively little bird, busy putting on him a neat new uniform.

"I don't have money...I'll talk about it when I have money." Qiao muttered vaguely.

He still has many questions, including the order balance that he wanted to ask about, but he had no money and could not speak.

"You can be very rich. The safe from last night, according to market value, put aside the crystal ball, the banknotes and nuggets, the total value is 1.573,775 gold marks, twenty-one silver Finney thirteen fountains Su." Laplacie thought about Virenya's small vault again.

"I don't want to cause trouble." Joe simply rejected the guy: "Also, I'm a policeman, I'm not a little thief who pried the safe."

Qiao waved his hand and drove away the maids surrounding him, grabbed the lead-filled copper baton leaning against the shoe rack and hung it on the belt, and hung two loaded double-tube muskets behind the belt. Under the maids' fiery eyes, he walked out of his room majestic.

More than 300 fully armed guards surrounded by a larger four-wheeled carriage and left the mountain area with lightning speed.

When the bell of St. Heard Cathedral rang the tenth, Joe and Hessen, with dozens of guards, vigorously pushed open the door to the meeting room on the second floor of the Navy Club.

Many big names in Tulum Port looked back at the same time. Hessen slapped the official box heavily on the long conference table, then pushed forward hard, and pushed it straight to the beautiful lady sitting on the other end of the conference table, which was as gorgeous and charming as blood-colored azaleas.

"Everyone, my son, an outstanding example of the Tulum Port Police Department, the brave and fearless Joe Rong Weitu, made a great discovery."

Hesen shouted: "The special investigation team of Zhongqiu bloody incident has undoubtedly made the first contribution. Moreover, I believe that this contribution will be beyond your expectations and will definitely exceed your imagination!"

A scream came, and like that day, Heinie, who was sitting next to the conference table, jumped up and grabbed the official document box that was sliding rapidly on the conference table.

"Random!" The beautiful lady who replaced Dontes that day sat at the other end of the conference table and sat under the Queen's ascension map snorted coldly.

A heavy slap sounded.

Heinewei, who jumped high, was like a Haiyan after being shot. She fell head-on in the corner of the conference room with her spinning and directly ran into a bloody head, and fainted without even humming.
Chapter completed!