48 Palm Tree Street.

Yes, it was the little building that Miss Vilenya rented was just across the street.

The same neat palm groves, the same neat flower beds, and a few white parasols like seagull wings create a comfortable leisure place in the palm grove.

A small round table inlaid with enamel sits under a parasol and is filled with fresh fruit and a few bottles of fine wine.

On the bottle of wine, the pale yellow label is stamped with a dark blue stamp.

This is the forfeiture seal of the anti-smuggling squad of the Tulun Port Customs.

Every year, every month, every day, there are small smugglers with a fluke heart, trying in vain to transport all kinds of high-priced goods to the port of Tulum that are unwilling to pay taxes according to the law.

The anti-smuggling team of the Tulun Port Customs is the nemesis of these small smugglers.

Once they are caught, all goods will be confiscated and confiscated from the state. And these little smugglers, they will be squeezed dry of the last fountain su in the black cell of the anti-smuggling team.

As the squadron leader of the anti-smuggling team, Sinbad naturally has the power to take out a little bit of insignificant good things from the confiscated goods warehouse, and give himself and his subordinates a little welfare.

This is a matter of course, the officers of the customs, the upper echelons of the anti-smuggling team, everyone knows it, and no one will say anything.

Sinbad lay on the chair next to the small round table, holding a natural crystal red wine glass in his right hand, slowly shaking the brick-red wine in the glass, occasionally taking a small sip.

"Wine that doesn't cost money tastes different." As an indigenous to the port of Tulum, the ancestor was Sinbad, a mountain dweller on the island of Casica, and has a distinct appearance and characteristics of the mountain people of Casica.

The skin is dark, the skin is slightly reddish, the black hair is slightly curly, and the two small beards are pointed and thin, raised high on the side of the nose. The bridge of the nose is slightly collapsed, the eye sockets are deeply sunken, the two gray eyes are blinking, and the small eyes are wandering around, with a bit of shrewdness.

To be honest, Sinbad's appearance is like the monkey on Sterns' shoulder, which is really not good.

He was exactly five feet five inches tall, barely reaching the minimum height limit for a native man in Tulum Port. With his face, it seems more and more that he is shriveled, obscene, and hateful.

And on the other chaise longue beside him, she was tall, with snow-white skin, blond hair and blue eyes, quite beautiful, and she was definitely no more than eighteen years old, she was nearly six feet tall, a lot taller than Sinbad.

Churier, who just came to prominence in Port Tulum last year, is a well-known ballet dancer who has participated in two major ballets, and is only a second-tier supporting actress in them.

But because of his outstanding appearance, as well as his height in the entire troupe, and his two charming long legs, Churier quickly became Sinbad's lover, and moved out of the public dormitory rented by the ballet troupe to this luxurious single-family building.

"Honey, you don't seem to be in a good mood?" Chuliye yawned lazily, she sat up, and on the small round table, with a sterling silver toothpick, picked up a piece of red, top-grade raw ham, and fed it to Sinbad's mouth.

Sinbad opened her mouth, took a bite of the ham slices, and chewed hard.

He muttered with a gloomy face, "I'm a little worried...... Damn, I shouldn't have done that, but I can't say no to that adult. What can I do? Uncle Modell, he couldn't refuse her. ”

Sinbad was a little flustered.

Yesterday morning, he personally made arrangements for a team of several dozen people to land at the small wharf in Houtan District on an armed anti-smuggling boat of the anti-smuggling team.

The Houtan area has direct access to the mid-mountain and summit areas of St. Hilde's hills, and during this special period, the entire area around St. Hilde's hills, including the foreshore and back-beach areas, has been tightly sealed.

If it weren't for Sinbad's arrangement, it would have been impossible for these outsiders to get half a step closer to St. Hilde's Hills.

What worries Sinbad is that this time, because of the orders of the lord, he did not report it to his uncle Moder, and everything was done by him in private.

Not long after they landed, Sinbad received news that Riya, the Mistress of the Hattu family, had been attacked in the mid-Levels.

The Wells family was extremely well informed, and Sinbad knew exactly what was going on in the attack, knowing that dozens of people in army uniforms, posing as garrisons in Port Tulum, had set up checkpoints on the road in the middle of the mountains to attack Leah.

But these fools, they were preempted by the guards of the Wittu family, and most of them were killed in a concentrated fire, and the remaining dozen people were captured alive, and then they were quickly transferred by the Vetu family and imprisoned in a secret place that the Wells family could not discover.

I hope those guys can withstand the words and deeds of the Weitu family to extract confessions.

But Sinbad doesn't have any hope for their 'integrity'.

Ritu, maybe they will find themselves soon?

Still, there's nothing to be afraid of.

He is a descendant of the Wells family, and he is the elite of the younger generation that the Wells family focuses on cultivating, and more importantly, he is also a serious imperial official.

The squadron leader of the customs anti-smuggling team is equivalent to the rank of lieutenant in the imperial army and navy, but the actual power and jurisdiction are much stronger than those uniformed big-headed soldiers.

How dare the Vetods attack imperial officials in public in broad daylight?

There is no such reason, and there has never been such a precedent.

Well, as long as I squat in the main house of the Wells family every night for a period of time in the future, and don't go around to mess around, what can the Weitu family do to themselves?

Sinbad glanced at Churiyi, and his heart couldn't help but beat a few times.

Well, take advantage of the broad daylight to have some fun, and then rush back to the main house of the Wells family to hide before dusk. Sinbad smirked, and made such a happy decision.

A horse-drawn carriage drove slowly down Palm Avenue and stopped at the gate of Avenue 48.

Palm groves and ornamental shrubs obscured the view well, and Sinbad didn't notice the movement outside. However, a few of the guards he had left at the gate of No. 48 walked out of the gatehouse behind the gate with some vigilance, and stood in a row behind the hollowed-out metal carved gate.

"Hey, host, we don't have visitors today." An ugly-looking guard in a red turban, munching on a mixture of betel nut and tobacco, bared his teeth and snorted at the elongated four-wheeled carriage.

In a big mood, pulling the smiling Churiye, Sinbad, who was about to go back to Xiaolou for a big battle, heard the movement, and he yelled impatiently in the direction of the gate: "Let them go, no matter who it is, let them get out!" ”

The red-turbaned guard took out a double-barreled firebolt, placed it on the openwork pattern of the gate, and smiled at the four-wheeled carriage: "Do you hear that?" Fuck off, or do you guys want to eat two bullets? ”

The panel of the carriage facing the gate suddenly collapsed, revealing a properly held sixty-millimeter field gun in the carriage.

Amid the frightened screams of several Wells guards, Joe, who was standing in the carriage, smiled slightly, and the small torch burning in his hand was heavily lit on the fire door of the field gun.

'Boom'!

The sound of shelling broke the silence of Palm Tree Street, and the screams of countless pet dogs and pet birds could be heard far and near.

Joe cheered loudly, "Aha, I like this tactic!" ”

A hundred small shotguns whistled out of the cannon chamber like a cheerful hornet, tearing through the elaborate but defenseless openwork gate, and enthusiastically burrowing into the bodies of several Welsh guards.

It was too close, less than ten feet apart, and none of the 100 small shotguns missed, and the metal gate was smashed into sparks, and debris flew sideways, and the small shotgun tore through the bodies of several of the Wells guards, sending them flying backwards more than a dozen feet away.

At the north and south ends of Palm Tree Street, large groups of heavily armed police officers and the guards of the Vetu family poured out.

The police shouted the slogan in unison - 'In the name of the law'!

When the policemen ran, the team was quite neat, nearly 100 round fat men were panting and running, shouting neat slogans, and the fat and beer belly on their bodies were also shaking up and down in unison.

The guards of the Vetto family were red with excitement, they cursed in all kinds of market slang, and their eyes widened and rushed to them, and they were much faster than the policemen, and quickly surrounded the courtyard of No. 48.

The moment the cannon came, Sinbad let out a loud roar, threw away Miss Churier, who had lost her face, and a cloud of water flickered around her, and she took a few big steps, ran through the courtyard more than two hundred feet long in an instant, and rushed to the door of the small building.

More than a dozen Wells guards rushed out of the small building, and Sinbad hissed and shouted, "Cover me, retreat!" ”

A group of guards surrounded Sinbad and scrambled towards the back door of the courtyard.

They had barely taken a few steps before they came to an abrupt stop.

The back door of the courtyard had been violently shattered, and more than two dozen round policemen took the lead, rushing into the backyard with at least hundreds of Weitu's guards.

In the bushes in the backyard, three fierce wolfhounds sprang out and pounced on the people who rushed into the yard.

More than a dozen guards of the Weitu family raised their flintlock rifles, and there was a 'bang' and a flurry of fighting, and the three wolfhounds fell to the ground covered in blood, letting out a dying whimper.

"Damn it!" Sinbad turned and retreated into the small building.

More than a dozen Wells guards raised their flint guns sharply, but before they could shoot, the guards of the Wetto family on the opposite side had already taken the lead.

The two sides were no more than fifty feet apart, and nearly a hundred flintlock rifles were designed at the same time, both in terms of firepower density and gun power, much stronger than the short guns of the Wells guards.

More than a dozen guards fell to the ground in convulsions, blood quickly staining the steps leading to the backyard of the small building.

The No. 48 building was completely surrounded, and more than a dozen powerful Weitu subordinates rushed into the small building. After a sound of sword strikes, Sinbad, covered in blood and with his left arm and elbow severed, hissed and roared, and was brought out by several fierce men with wounds.

"Take him with you and retreat!"

Qiao glanced at Miss Chuliye, who was so frightened that she didn't dare to move on the ground, and shook her head: "Don't touch anything in Xiaolou, let alone offend this beautiful young lady!" ”

Joe quickly evacuated with Sinbad.

The whole Palm Tree Street was in chaos, and an hour later, rumors spread in the small half of the port of Tulum.