Standing on the edge of the windowsill, he took out the delicate silver cigarette case from his bosom, pressed a small button, and a cigarette popped out immediately. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 He took it to his mouth, pulled the fire sickle and lit it for himself, took a deep breath, and slowly spit it out. The smoke bounced back after hitting the glass window, and he looked at the smoke in thought.

It had been a while since Wren left the imperial capital, otherwise he could have discussed with Wren now, and he had an idea and hunch in his heart that this account should have been sent by Empress Pars. And what His Majesty the young Emperor wants to do is actually not so difficult to guess. In this way, she wanted to find a reason to do something to the aristocratic group, and then cut off these nobles.

She had not dared to do so before, perhaps not because she was afraid of civil war, but because she was waiting, waiting for the day when her power was secure and she had a great chance of victory. Now the opportunity is finally ripe, the two main lines of the Empire's railways, the northwest and southwest, have completed the paving work, and the test run trains have fully met the standards given by the Imperial Academy.

As long as the train is started, the army of tens of thousands of people can reach any corner of the west in a day. At the same time, in the name of righteousness, a just war has been launched, whether it is hard or soft, and it has been fully prepared. In particular, Generalissimo Grace had not appeared on the Western Front for some time, and the Marquis of Rhine had already guessed that the generalissimo must have returned to the imperial capital.

Stop, he absolutely can't stop it, even if he stops it, he won't get the friendship of the noble blood alliance, and at the same time, it will also hurt the Empress Pars, so he not only has to do it, but also do it beautifully. As for whether to fight in the future, who can win and who can lose, that is another matter, at least for the time being, this matter must be done, so that Empress Pars can see what she is capable of.

He took another deep breath, pressed the cigarette against the window and extinguished it, turned and walked back to his work desk, sat down, and rang the bell.

A moment later, a large number of prosecutors swarmed out, their faces filled with pent-up excitement. For low-level officials like them, the road to promotion is often far away, and many people can't survive the titles of deputy chief or chief even until they die. There are only two ways to get them promoted quickly, or they can become the henchmen of their superiors and be promoted quickly under the premise of cronyism.

Or, or do earth-shattering feats, so that the superiors have to promote themselves.

The former is difficult, not just a person can meet the Marquis of Rhine, but the latter is much simpler. As for who will bear the consequences, someone will definitely bear it, but it will definitely not be themselves.

Their thin arms and legs can't afford to take much responsibility at all, and the big guys won't let them bear it.

At the same time, the Imperial Ministry of Security was mobilized almost entirely, and just now Bethel received a request for assistance from the Marquis of Rhine, asking the Imperial Ministry of State Security, in conjunction with the prosecutor's office, to collect evidence, and if necessary, the Ministry of Security to carry out torture. In these years, civil rights have just awakened, and have not yet developed to the point of harmonious evidence collection, as long as the suspect, the state violence organs have the right to detain and torture them.

This is a clear provision in the law.

After receiving the notice, Hugo immediately contacted Nietzsche, and the two began to search the entire imperial capital with the field staff called Greyhound by outside scholars, with the cooperation of officials from the procuratorate.

"That's it, right?", Hugo stood behind three teams of field agents, as well as five officials from the procuratorate, he looked at the splendid manor in front of him, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Go, knock!"

There are many nobles and passers-by around, this manor is the manor of the Marquis of Isaac, and not everyone can be offended. Today's situation of theirs is obviously not here to play, some people are gloating, some people are secretly alert, and at the same time, a trace of bad thoughts have risen in the hearts of these people, and they want to be cleared.

The Orlando royal family has always been a good player at purging, and whenever the emperor wants to purge, they can always find the right reason. Maybe it's just because the aristocracy farted in Congress, maybe it's because the nobles spit on the ground, anyway, as long as there is a need, there is a reason.

It's just that in the past, the purge basically stopped when the earl title arrived, and there would be no more upward steps, but this time the situation seemed to be a little wrong, they actually dared to attack the Marquis of Isaac's estate. You must know that Marquis Isaac is not only a party leader, but also the leader of the aristocratic group, and it can be said that he is a powerful imperial minister, and even His Majesty the Emperor, sometimes if you want to do something, you have to look at Marquis Isaac's face first.

A field agent rang the doorbell next to the gate, and the bell could be faintly heard ringing in the manor in the distance, but no one responded after pressing it several times in a row. Hugo sneered, "Smash it open!"

The crowd of onlookers exclaimed in unison, this young man actually let his men smash open the door of the Marquis's manor? Was he impatient and wanted to find death in this way, or was the Marquis of Isaac really given some handle by the royal family? They would not think that this matter was a private decision of the Supreme Public Prosecutor's Office and the Ministry of State Security, and this must have been the confidence of Empress Pars.

Hugo stood out from behind Hugo, a man almost two meters tall and covered in muscles like iron bumps. He spat in the palms of his hands, rubbed his hands, lowered his shoulders forward, shrunk his head, kicked his legs hard, and the whole person crashed into the gate of the manor like an indomitable meat bullet chariot.

The gold-clad and silver-clad gate was knocked out in an instant, and the gate of the Marquis of Isaac's manor, or most of the great nobles, was actually not very strong. No one will be idle and find fault for himself to offend these great nobles. This gate is more like a symbol of status and status, an ornament that represents power and power. The flying gate rolled and kicked up a large cloud of dirt, and finally slowly stopped on the lawn, motionless.

Hugo stepped into the door of the manor and walked towards Isaac's house step by step. Through the window, some figures could be seen flickering, and some people could be seen looking through the window from time to time. In the face of these panicked people, the smile on Hugo's face was even worse.

He liked the feeling, the constant amplification of fear in the hearts of these people, the despair that gradually appeared on their faces.