It is a rectangular meeting room.

Joe followed Stein into the conference room, his eyes swept away, and he suddenly subconsciously held his breath. In the conference room, there were so many real bigwigs in Tulun Port.

When Joe walked into the conference room, everyone in the room, except for the two women, looked at him. The conference room, which was originally 'buzzing', became cold and silent for a while.

On the right-hand side of the meeting room is the wall, an oak parapet that glistens in the sunlight.

On the left-hand side is a row of a dozen floor-to-ceiling windows, facing the street outside. Sunlight filtered in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, dyed pale blue by the azure glass, mixed with the pale yellow light emitted by a row of crystal chandeliers on the roof, the light in the room was faintly green, giving people the feeling of a group of demons dancing around.

On the wall facing the door of the conference room, there is a copy of the oil painting nearly 20 feet high, "Portrait of the Imperial Empress on the Throne", holding a crystal ball in her left hand, holding a scepter in her right hand, and the empress wearing a crown squints, looking fiercely at everyone in the huge conference room.

As soon as Joe entered, he saw the huge oil painting, which was quite famous in the mainland of Medland, because of the fierce eyes of the protagonist and the things she had done over the years, which was disparaged by other countries as a 'warmonger enthronement map'.

On the right side of the long rosewood table in the conference room, outside the pink mermaid door the night before, the beautiful woman in the red dress was sitting upright on a high-backed chair with a gloomy face.

Opposite her, there was another woman in a long black dress, with black hair and black eyes, skin as white as snow, and her appearance was not inferior to that of a woman in a red dress. The femininity of the black dress is like a 10,000-year-old iceberg, which makes people's hearts chill.

The two women sat face to face at the conference table, pursed their lips, their eyes like knives, silently crashing wildly in the air. When Joe walked into the conference room, the two women were the only ones who didn't move.

At the end of the long conference table, under the empress's oil painting, sat a middle-aged man with combed hair, gray hair, gray eyes, and gray lips, and the whole person was like a piece of cold tinplate, which made people inexplicably depressed.

The director of the first office of the Tulun Port Inspectorate, Dantès, who has the reputation of 'mad dog', is a powerful figure that terrifies all the officials of Tulun Port.

Next to the woman in the red dress, in a seat closer to Dantès, sat an old man in a navy uniform. Joe recognized him, Commander of the Tulum Fleet of the Imperial Navy, Supreme Commander of the Tulum Military Port, Honorary Rector of the Naval Academy of the Port of Tulum, Rear Admiral Papathi von Delenburg of the Imperial Navy.

Behind Papasi, next to the oak parapet, stood a row of a dozen uniformed naval officers.

Next to the woman in the black dress, also closer to Dantès's seat, sat an old man in a tuxedo, with an off-white wig, neatly groomed, and gold-rimmed monocles.

The Marquis of Seejac, a simple man who did not have much presence in the port of Tulum, is said to have come to live in the port of Tulum, where the climate is warm and humid all year round, in order to recuperate from lung diseases.

As far as Joe knew, thirty percent of the vineyards around the port of Tulum were the property of the low-key marquis. His tentacles are also involved in the hotel, gaming, entertainment and other profiteering industries in Tulun Port, and even, there is a grapevine that the marquis is also involved in some 'social wealth redistribution' industry.

Behind the Marquis of Seeak, there stood several men with ordinary faces, ordinary clothes, and almost no presence.

Their faces were gloomy, and their bodies exuded a very uncomfortable aura, staring at the naval officers opposite.

To Joe's surprise, beside the woman in the black dress, there was another big man from the port of Tulum. The commander of the local garrison in the port of Tulun, Major General of the Imperial Army, Rongerst, was dressed in an iron-gray uniform, with a military cap on the conference table in front of him, and did not mind his smooth Mediterranean baldness, and was swallowing the clouds with a fine cigar in his mouth.

The same dozen army officers stood in a row behind Longist, staring at the navy opposite.

In the conference room, there were still some people with extraordinary bearings sitting and standing, many of whom were people that Joe knew, but there were also a few that Joe was not familiar with.

For example, instead of sitting at a conference table, he stood by the frame of a floor-to-ceiling window, a thin middle-aged man wearing a pinstriped tuxedo, and even in the room, a thin middle-aged man wearing a rolled-brimmed bowler hat.

Even in the house, even if the sun is shining in Tulun Port today, this man is still leaning on an umbrella next to him.

This kind of stinky problem, only the 'gentlemen' of the Ice Sea Kingdom would develop such an obsessive-compulsive disorder in the perennial rain.

Another example is a man sitting at a conference table, dazed and overwhelmed, with a red complexion, dressed in an aristocratic dress.

Compared with the relatively simple aristocratic dress of the Deren Empire, the dress on this somewhat fat man is clearly in the style of the Lutalia region, extremely luxurious, and the production process is extremely complicated, then he should be from the Republic of Gaul.

However, the people in these conference rooms, both men and women, had bloodshot eyes and were in high spirits. It is clear that they have not rested for a long time.

Stein walked into the conference room with Joe, he clapped his hands vigorously, and said in a deep voice: "Gentlemen, at the request of the special investigation team, the Tulun Port Police Department has selected elite soldiers to join the investigation team. This is Joe Jon Wittu, one of the best police officers in Port Tulum, and I believe that his presence will be of great use to our investigation. ”

Papasi, who was sitting at the conference table, knocked on the table hard: "A mischievous little scoundrel, Stein, you say he is the best policeman in Tulun Port?" You are dereliction of duty! ”

Papathi said coldly, "Joe, this little scoundrel, I know his notoriety. He is an incompetent, rude, rude, cruel, lawless, and lawless villain who wantonly destroys the law and order of society. If it weren't for the malicious connivance and protection of some people, he would have been on the gallows long ago. ”

Papathy stared at Joe fiercely: "If he was in the open sea, he would definitely be arrested by the Imperial Navy on charges of piracy and then hanged on the mast." ”

Because of the friction between the navy and the police department in Tulun Harbor these days, Papati personally went into battle regardless of his identity, and carried out the most direct and brutal attack on Joe personally against Stein's decision.

Rongost, who was swallowing a cigar in his mouth, coughed, and a bear-waisted army colonel behind him raised his head and laughed three times with a 'hahaha'.

"Incompetent?" The colonel said loudly: "A man who easily defeated a dozen 'elite' sailors, how dare someone say that he is incompetent? If Sergeant 3rd Class Joe Rong Wittu is an incompetent person, then the Imperial Navy defeated by him is scum! ”

Papathi jumped to her feet and landed her fist on the rosewood conference table, leaving half a fist mark on the table. He roared, "Rungost, take care of your lackeys and don't let them talk nonsense!" Glory of the Imperial Navy ......"

Rungerst jumped even higher than Papasi, and with a single punch he smashed a hole in the three-inch-thick rosewood tabletop, and the two of them shook violently with the same imperial charm as Hesse, his tall beard.

"The glory of the Imperial Navy is the shelling of the port of Tulum?"

"Imperial Navy, is there still glory? Anything else? Ah, who is to blame for those policemen who sacrificed? Who is responsible for the innocent deaths of citizens? ”

Rungerst slapped the table vigorously and roared hoarsely: "Who will sacrifice for the innocent, the agents of the Imperial Army's Military Intelligence are responsible?" ”

Papasi's eyes bulged, and he hissed: "Responsibility, not in the navy!" ”

Papaxi was a little embarrassed, and shouted very weakly: "The old fort has been converted to military and civilian condominium, and now it is a tourist attraction, not a military management area!" ”

Rungerst said angrily: "So, those heavy shells, they also grew wings and flew out of the naval storeroom by themselves?" ”

Papasi's face was red, like an angry pheasant, his belly was constantly bulging and contracting, and he could no longer speak.

The Marquis of Seeak took off the monocle on the bridge of his nose and said coldly, "So, that's why we formed a special investigation team. Find out who is responsible and see who is responsible. The elite of the Imperial Intelligence Headquarters cannot be sacrificed for no reason. ”

Standing next to the floor-to-ceiling window, the tall man from the Ice Sea Kingdom said dryly: "I agree with Your Excellency Siyak's opinion, this incident is a provocation to the Ice Sea Kingdom. ”

The tall man clasped his hands in front of his chest, his two long legs trembled, and said with a little annoyance: "The staff of the Third Military Investigation Bureau of the Kingdom is just performing their daily duties and making security reports with your army's army on the recent actions of the two armies, which is an extremely normal and necessary regular exchange of information. ”

Spreading his hands, the tall man said angrily: "A group of elites, just like this, died inexplicably from the shelling, someone must take responsibility." ”

A middle-aged man standing in the corner of the conference room, who didn't even notice him just now, didn't have much sense of existence, whether it was clothing or demeanor, he was obviously just a small person, and he raised his right hand very humbly and shouted cautiously.

"Great Mu, no matter whose responsibility it is, please give an explanation to the Kingdom of Saint Sia!"

"The Consulate General of the Port of Tulum in the Kingdom of Santa Chia, from the Consul General to the most ordinary employees, except for the staff on duty left behind by the Consulate General...... There were 178 people in total, and they were just in the pink mermaid, holding a normal mid-autumn night celebration ball! ”

The man's face turned red, and he trembled and roared: "This is a provocation to the kingdom of Saint Chia!" The entire Consulate General is all over! ”

Joe rolled his eyes.

The Consulate General of the Kingdom of St. Sia was served in a pot?

O merciful Muthesthe!

The man in a gorgeous aristocratic gown with a flushed face finally found a chance to speak out.

"You must not delay in this way, you must give an account to the twenty-seven honorable Excellencies, twenty-seven legitimate and reasonable investors of the Republic of Gaul...... The pink fish man has lost more than 1 million gold marks in fixed assets, more than 2.8 million gold marks in joint and several compensation, more than 1.5 million gold marks in human resources, and more than 2 million gold marks in lost work! ”

The man swayed like an angry rooster, frantically and epileptically, waving a blank piece of paper and roaring hysterically.

"Lose money!"

"Lose money!!"

"Losing money !!"