Chapter 174: Returning to the Homeland

Sabo opened his mouth wide and looked at the sky lantern that slipped at the stern of the boat: "This is ......." ”

William lightly pressed his top hat and smiled as Sabo scrambled to straighten it, "Have you seen it before?"

"Yes. ”

Sabo nodded, no longer as stiff as when he first got on the ship: "But I've never seen so many, why do you have so many sky lights on the ship?"

William smiled deeply, but did not answer, because one of the crew members had already walked up with a phone bug.

"Hey, Sherlock?" William picked up the phone and raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Are you home?"

"It's home!" said Sherlock in a deep voice on the bow deck.

East China Sea, Kingdom of Navia, White Pine Town.

This is Sherlock's hometown and the birthplace of the Shining Gold Chamber of Commerce.

At this time, the town's dock was directly occupied by four warships, and no other ships dared to approach, and Sherlock hugged him and walked down from the deck.

On the phone bug, William smiled heavily: "Since I haven't been home for so long, the scene should be bigger." ”

As soon as William's voice fell, and before Sherlock could ask, he saw a sudden and neat cannon fire from the four warships, and the people who came to greet him on the shore were obviously startled by the sudden sound of cannons.

Sherlock pursed his lips, a little moved, he knew that William was not a person who liked to engage in these superficial articles, but he still made such an order, just because he wanted to regain the face that he and his family had lost for Sherlock, who had left his hometown in the first place.

Sherlock handed the phone bug to his entourage and looked at the row of local celebrities standing on the shore who looked like they were either rich or rich.

These people used to be more or less involved in the Flash Gold Chamber of Commerce and Sherlock's family, and at this time, watching Sherlock, who had absconded from the crime, return to his hometown, I am afraid that there are not many psychological emotions, but on the surface, they all made a false enthusiasm, just because they were startled by the sound of cannons just now, and their expressions were not very natural.

Sherlock was followed by a long procession, many of them armed with weapons, which made the local celebrities a little nervous.

"Sherlock isn't going to take revenge on us, is he?" someone whispered to his companion.

"Probably not, anyway, we're all deeply entrenched here, is he still going to wipe us out?"

As soon as he finished saying this, Sherlock and his party had already walked up to him.

The mayor of the town, who had organized the local celebrities to greet him, stood at the front of the line, and he enthusiastically extended his hands to Sherlock, but Sherlock ignored it.

Sherlock pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, glanced coldly at the mayor and the others behind him, then pointed at the mayor and said to Edmund beside him, "This is the local mayor." ”

Although Sherlock was deeply trusted by William, he did not have military power, and the only person who could really command William's armed forces was Edmund at this time, who had William's permission.

Edmund tilted his head towards the soldiers following behind him, and saw the latter walk out quickly, directly knocking down the mayor of White Pine Town.

"What are you doing?"

Things became too fast, and before the locals could react, the mayor of the town was handcuffed, and the sheriff of the town, who was followed by the mayor's buttocks, was furious, and his hand had reached the pistol on his waist, but the next moment, Edmund's right hand was drawn out of the sheath, and everyone present could not see his movements, and the sheriff's jaw was already pressed against the tip of a knife, and his fingers had just touched the body of the gun.

"It's none of your business, don't move. Edmond's hand holding the knife lightly forced, and the tip of the knife provoked the chin of the town sheriff, and then said coldly.

A group of people behind Edmund had already raised their guns to aim at the locals on the docks, and in the face of the muzzles of the black holes, no one dared to make a mistake.

Sherlock took out a piece of parchment from his bosom, opened it slowly, and showed the contents to the locals in front of him: "This is the first consul of the kingdom, Morgan Stolt William, the mayor of White Pine Town, who is implicated in the mastermind of the rebellion that occurred in Kalmar City three months ago, and is immediately arrested and interrogated on the spot." ”

A group of local celebrities looked at each other, their faces were a little pale, one of the charges that Reild was charged with was violating Prohibition and controlling the trade in the underground liquor market, but who of the existing celebrities in this town was not involved in Prohibition?

Four warships are enough to block the town's sea routes, which can't help but make the town's celebrities have a bad premonition in their hearts.

……

At night, Sherlock and Edmund stand in front of an abandoned villa, Edmund looks left and right, while Sherlock looks melancholy.

This abandoned villa is the house that Sherlock set on fire to in the first place, perhaps because it was originally the property of the Sherlock family, or maybe because several people had died, and no one has sorted it out until now.

In the distance, the dock area gradually burst into flames, and a gunshot faintly passed through the wind.

Sherlock didn't move, and Edmund took one look and asked, "Can't help but do it?"

Sherlock sneered when he heard this: "They are thieves, just right, take advantage of this wave to beat them hard, otherwise they are not so easy to be honest and obedient, which is not conducive to our plan to change this place into a free economic and trade zone in the next step. ”

"What is that?" Edmund scratched his head, "You, William, and that Danpier, I really don't understand a word of what you've been studying all day." ”

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you just need to know that this will become a paradise for tax avoidance and money laundering in the East China Sea," Sherlock smiled, "Pirates, they are endless, the general environment is like this, it is not our fleet, one country can change, but William feels that we can try to jam the neck of the East China Sea pirates with funds, and supplemented by the deterrence of force, to influence them." ”

Edmund frowned slightly: "But now seems to be a critical period, will this ...... William's reputation." ”

"William can't be wrong, it's only the people below who are wrong," Sherlock smiled and didn't change, "The new bank that is about to be established here is not called Morgan Bank, nor is it called Sihai Bank, but Flash Gold Bank, the supporters, the people who built it themselves, it's all me, and it has nothing to do with William, it's all the people below who are greedy for profit and make their own assertions to do this, if you want to scold me, you should scold me, as for the future, subtly, people will get used to it, and it doesn't matter at that time." ”

While the two were talking, an officer from the Cadet Army trotted over in the distance.

"Sir, there has been a rebellion in the docks, armed men have attacked the docks with the intention of snatching the ships, and now the criminals have been controlled, the enemy has been killed forty-seven, and there are no casualties on our side. The officer replied with a standard military salute.

Edmund, like many of William's cadres, began to like these juniors from the Boy Army more and more, loyal and disciplined, and organized, compared to lazy pirates, although there may still be a gap in strength and actual combat experience, but in terms of daily style, it does feel very unusual.

After Edmund returned the salute, he arranged for some arrangement, and after the young officer had left, he smiled at Sherlock, "Shall we meet these local 'dignitaries' later?"

When he said the words "head man", his tone was sarcastic.

Sherlock smiled knowingly, and then his smile turned cold: "No, let them be scared for another night, these people are bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, let them know that we are now conveying William's orders, not here to negotiate with them! ”

Edmund glanced at Sherlock, and in his mind, he couldn't figure out whether Sherlock meant what he said sincerely, or if it was mixed with revenge.