Chapter 35: Changing Face
"It's hard to see Crimson look so embarrassed. It's an honor to see you this time. β
Like a parrot fish gnawing on coral, the sharp and thin voice echoed in his mind, and Laprahi woke Joe from his coma with a thick and malicious complaint.
Shaking his numb, stiff head vigorously, Joe, who was groggy and groggy, easily remembered what had just happened.
Myers 'kidnapped' himself, used himself to force back the Vetul family's subordinates, and escaped with Yanan.
Halfway through, Myers stuns Joe with a punch.
The punch was so hard that Joe's brain hurt a little now.
It was supposed to be a concussion, and Joe felt groggy near his forehead, very heavy, and a little nauseous, and wanted to vomit. This feeling is no stranger to Joe. He had been fighting with the gentlemen of Tulun Harbor since he was a child, and he had been hit on the head with a wooden stick many times, and he had learned this feeling at least a dozen times.
"Myers......" Joe muttered the name silently in his mind, gritting his teeth hard.
He looked up, someone should have taken the opportunity to give him a hard time when he was unconscious. Both of Joe's eyes were so swollen that he tried to open them as hard as he could, but he could only open a gap in his eyelids.
Squinting around, Joe found himself sitting on the damp floor, with his back against an intricately shaped iron frame; He held his hands aloft, his wrists clasped oversized steel handcuffs, two thumb-thick steel chains passed through the handcuffs and fastened tightly to an iron ring on the roof above.
It was a very large stone house made of huge boxy stones, a hundred feet long, fifty or sixty feet wide, and more than thirty feet high, with a damp ground, and the smell of blood and fish in the air, and there were no windows on all sides.
Joe frowned, trying to recall similar buildings in Tulum Harbor.
So damp, it's definitely not a warehouse.
The smell of blood, fish, and the intricate iron shelves on the walls, well, there are iron beams on the ceiling of the stone house, and there are several huge metal shelves on the ground.
Beneath these metal shelves are huge puddles of stone bricks, connected by waterways, and huge leather-like objects are soaked in black and red sewage.
This is a fish cutting field.
Joe identified his location, which was supposed to be a cutaway fishery dedicated to dividing up large catches.
The port of Tulum has a fishing harbor, and there are large and small fishing boats operating on the stormy ocean all year round. Some large economic fish, such as fin whales, sperm whales, blue whales, etc., are huge in size and valuable in every inch, but they are extremely difficult to handle on fishing boats, and can only be dissected and divided in special cutting grounds, so as not to waste any valuable flesh and blood.
Tulum has three fishing harbour wharves, the only one being the Narwhal Wharf, which is home to dozens of dedicated cetaint grounds capable of handling large cetacean catches.
The Narwat Pier is quite far away from the Kumquat Hills, which are located in the southwest corner of Tulun Port and the Narwhal Pier are in the southeast corner of Tulun Port.
'Hey' and Joe laughed weirdly.
The Wittu family belongs to the kind of existence in Tulun Port, and they are unscrupulous in any industry that can make money.
Whale hunting, low cost, high profits, and an extremely attractive rate of return. In the port of Tulum, there are several ocean-going whaling teams under the name of the Rose Chamber of Commerce, which pay huge profits for the Vetol family every year.
At Narwhal Wharf, there are naturally a large number of sailors, fishermen and workers who work for the Vetal family with their jobs.
Shaking his body, Joe stood up with some difficulty. The two arms had been hanging on top of their heads for too long, and they were already a little numb. Joe moved his fingers, and it was easy to make both arms a little more comfortable.
Standing on tiptoe and bringing the collar to the handcuffed palm, Jo carefully moved his fingers, and his fat fingers delicately pulled a thin, highly flexible wire from the collar.
"What did the Grimace shopkeeper do before?" Joe muttered the question in a low voice, and gently pulled the wire through the keyhole of the handcuff a few times, and the handcuffs opened silently.
Lowering his hands and inserting the wire back into his collar, Joe shook his hands vigorously.
This set of smooth escape actions is indeed from the teaching of the grimace shopkeeper. Joe still vaguely remembers that in the summer when he was fourteen, the Grimace shopkeeper taught him a lot of interesting 'survival tips'.
"No one can guarantee that this life will be smooth, right? Therefore, learning a little bit of any skill is always useful. β
Joe still clearly remembers the inexplicable loneliness and melancholy when the grimace shopkeeper said these words. Even if the grimace shopkeeper has become ugly like that, the inexplicable loneliness and melancholy still fills him with a certain special charm!
In the past few years, when Joe is no one, he often deliberately imitates the melancholy that the grimace shopkeeper unintentionally revealed that day.
After studying for a few years, he was still not allowed to enter, and Qiao was inexplicably a little hateful in his heart.
Tiptoeing to the corner of the stone house, Joe came to the door where four carriages could run side by side, and snuck under the crack in the middle of the door, and looked out of the door.
Outside the door, there was still a huge stone house, also without windows, and in the middle of the room, there was a huge fin whale skeleton, bloody, and the flesh on it had not been removed.
In the corner of the stone house, next to a simple log square table, there were several wooden chairs, and Mels sat on the wooden chairs, helplessly looking down at Yanan lying on a wooden board.
Anan was shirtless, and his broken limbs had been treated, splinted, and bandaged.
"Your Excellency Yanan, I have done my best to heal you." Myers elbowed his legs, his hands interlaced, and he shook gently in front of him, his tone was very relaxed.
"In order to save you, I did not hesitate to provoke the Weitu family, this is a hornet's nest, a hornet's nest that can sting dead people." Myers sighed, his red eyes glinting with an inexplicable light.
"Please remember my favor, so please let us talk openly and honestly." Myers smiled, "I express my gratitude to the Kingdom of Saint Sia for such a decisive means of purge...... Marvel and admire! β
"What are you talking about?" Yanan looked at Myers with a confused expression: "Your Excellency Myers, I admit that you saved me, yes, you saved me from that murderous, tyrannical, lawless little cub. I remember your kindness, you will be a friend of my kingdom of St. Chia, I will ......"
Joe's eyes widened sharply.
Myers was carrying Jonagan's special lead-clad copper baton, and suddenly the stick lightly hit the broken calf of Yanan.
Yanan's body twitched violently, he 'hissed' and gasped, opened his mouth, and wanted to scream, but the severe pain stifled all his screams.
"I said, I hope, we can talk openly and honestly."
Myers sighed: "Your country's consul general in the port of Tulun, my old friend, the venerable His Excellency Franco, along with his family, several of his henchmen, was murdered on a mid-autumn night. β
"Despicable murder, shameless murder." Myers looked at Yanan gently: "The Kingdom of Saint Sia, when did you know?" His Excellency Franco is already a loyal vassal of Her Majesty the Empress, when did you learn this information? β
Mels carried a baton, gently poking Yanan's broken limbs around the fractures, Yanan kept screaming 'ahh' from the depths of his throat, his body wriggled like a worm, but he couldn't put aside Myers's abuse.
"Please tell me, who is that cute mole hidden inside the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of our Deren Empire, okay?"
Myers wiped his delicate mustache and said slowly, "You led the purge, there's no doubt about it. Please also do not deny that I have my sources and I have enough evidence. β
"It was you, the Honourable Franco, his family, and his henchmen who sent the Pink Mermaid in the name of the Mid-Autumn Celebration."
"It was you, who learned in advance that a conflict would break out between the pink mermaids, and you sent them to the most dangerous battlefield...... Our beautiful but impulsive, stupid senior intelligence officer in the Navy's Overseas Hydrographic Data Survey Agency, the big-hearted HΓ©nevi Honie, ignites a battle in the Pink Mermaid. β
"It makes sense to mistakenly kill a couple of senior diplomats and their families in a battle like that."
"It's just that you would never have thought in advance that the Pink Mermaid was not only planning your plans, but also someone planning an even more terrible conspiracy. The bombardment of the old fort almost wiped out the Consulate General of the Kingdom of St. Sia in Tulun Port! β
"Of course, I don't care if they live or die." Myers smiled, "All I care about is who the mole is within us. You're not going to let me down, are you? β
Yanan gasped violently, cold sweat soaking through his hair.
He looked at Myers and said with difficulty: "Myers, I'm just a ......"
Myers dropped his baton again, striking heavily on Yanan's severed arm, and with a 'click', the severed arm, which had already been straightened and had been splinted and bandaged, was violently smashed open again.
The broken bones were violently rubbed, causing terrible secondary damage to the bones, bone marrow, nerves, and muscles.
Yanan let out a 'whoop', his lips quickly turned dead gray, and he hissed, "No, Mels, I ...... what you said."
There were voices of women and children crying.
More than two dozen fierce men dressed as workers in leather aprons and armed with sharp fish-cutting knives opened the door of the stone house and pushed three women, three boys, and four girls into the stone house.
Myers smiled: "Then, things are going to get out of hand. β
"I never wanted to use such bottomless violence, but ...... I don't have a choice, do I? β
Yanan's face twitched, and he looked hysterically at the woman and child who had been pushed in.