99 Palm Avenue is in shambles.

The flowers and plants in the yard were completely shattered, and the broken wood and leaves were scattered all over the ground, and under the ravages of the storm, it became more and more messy and withered.

Imperial soldiers cordoned off all the residents of the two neighborhoods, especially Palm Tree Street, and soldiers were stationed at the gates and back doors of each house, strictly prohibiting them from entering and leaving.

The guards of the Vetul family spread out to seven or eight blocks in the vicinity, wandering around, finding acquaintances with gang members, as well as all sorts of unscrupulous citizens who were struggling to find out what was going on, and asking them for any useful information.

Director Stein personally led the team and rushed to the scene with a group of experienced detectives and police officers.

Ms. Xiuboer, who was crying bitterly, was supported by several female police officers with big shoulders and round waists, and curled up on the sofa in the hall on the first floor tremblingly.

Wrapped in a velvet nightgown, Ms. Xiuboer was wrapped in a velvet nightgown, and her hands were tightly gripping a brown paper envelope, and she used so much force that the green tendons on the back of her white hands protruded.

"Zahir, Zahir, woo...... My dear little elk! Xiu Boer muttered upside down: "He said to give me good news, he said that our future happiness is guaranteed......"

"Why is this happening, why is this happening?" Xiu Boer's face was full of tears, and the whole person had fallen into a collapse.

Joe leaned on the door frame of the hall on the first floor with his bare legs, his whole body was steaming, and there was a constant white gas coming out of his wet clothes and hair.

Several detectives and police officers ran up and down, carefully investigating the scene.

A female police officer brought a cup of hot chocolate, and the two female police officers supported Xiu Boer and asked her to drink the cup of fragrant and delicious hot chocolate one by one.

Xiu Boer's expression looked much better, and her mental state was obviously normal, she curled up on the sofa, looked at the police officers around her, and then looked at the iron-gray figure that swayed in the courtyard outside from time to time, and a trace of brilliance gradually emerged in her green eyes that were scattered and irrelevant before.

Wearing a short cloak, a small gown, and a narrow brimmed small yarella, the first class police officer of Port Tulun, senior inspector Doronte, holding a small notebook in his left hand and a pencil in his right hand, approached Xiu Boer with a smile on his face.

Doron is not tall, born with a cheerful round face, round eyes, round nose, small round mouth, and a gentle and approachable temperament. As he approached, Xiu Boer looked at him seriously, shrank back slightly, and tolerated his closeness.

A police officer moved a chair and placed it next to the sofa, and Dorant smiled and nodded to Showball, "Lady Showball, can I sit here?" ”

Before Xiu Boll could speak, Doron was already sitting down in his chair.

"You have to be strong...... Because when I examined your wound just now, our experienced female police doctor told me that you are pregnant. Duorent looked at Xiu Boer with a gentle face: "So, please be strong...... For the sake of the child in your womb, okay? ”

Showball's eyes widened suddenly, she looked at Dorrent in disbelief, and then cried out in a low voice, "Oh, my little elk...... O great Muthes, merciful Mutestes, I have children...... It's Zahir's child! ”

"It's a child of Lord Zahir." Dorant sighed softly, "It's a pity that His Excellency Zahir didn't know the good news...... So, we should avenge him, shouldn't we? ”

Xiu Boer's expression gradually changed from messy, weak and helpless before to resolute and strong.

Although she is just a little woman, she has the unique tenacity and vitality of the little people at the bottom, especially at this moment, the child in her womb has brought her inexplicable strength and courage.

Putting down the brown paper envelope in his hand, Xiu Boer's slender and slender hands carefully pressed on his lower abdomen. She looked at Doron very seriously, and asked him in a low voice, "You can find the murderer, can't you?" ”

"We need your help, and without your help, we will have a hard time finding the murderer...... For, until now, we have known almost nothing about the situation of His Excellency Zahir in the port of Tulum. Dorrant's tone gradually increased, and he said to Xiu Boer very seriously: "Only your help can allow us to find the clues that can be used. ”

Joe clasped his hands to his chest and quietly watched the exchange between Doron and Xiu Boer.

Doronte's answering skills are worth learning from Joe, but Joe believes that no matter how hard he tries, he will not be able to have this affinity with Inspector Doronte. If Joe had come up to Xiu Pol unexpectedly, she would have yelled 'help' and slapped a paw on Joe's face?

However, Joe can understand Xiu Boer's mood at the moment.

What a beautiful and lovely young lady, but such a thing happened.

Thinking of the combat effectiveness shown by the tall figure before, Qiao couldn't help but feel a tingling of his scalp, and at the same time, an inexplicable anger rushed up in his heart.

The Kaban family's Fudel, after being abused by Longinus for a while, never confessed.

But when his father, mother, his brothers and sisters, and even the Kaban family worked closely together, his two little lovers were brought to him by the knights of the church, and then tossed into a pool of flesh and blood in the form of a human in just a quarter of an hour, Fudel's psychological defenses finally collapsed completely.

Zahir, editor-in-chief of the Tulum Port Post, is a down-and-out nobleman from the imperial capital, and behind him stands a nobleman with a hand in the sky.

In order to better sell the slaves of the Kaban family, Fu Deer repeatedly advertised in the "Tulun Port Post", trying his best to advocate how good and sought-after the slaves of the Kaban family were.

After going back and forth, Fudel became friends with Zahir, and Zahir intentionally or unintentionally revealed the huge connections he had in the imperial capital, as well as his background of scaring people to death.

The Kaban family, even if it is one of the seven members of the Tulun Harbor Committee, is only a small existence in the entire Delun Empire.

That's right, the Kaban family is rich, but what about besides being rich?

Duchess of Rus', Duke of Garsica and Governor of the Southern District of the Empire, in addition to the port of Tulum as a trading hub, there are three other provinces under the jurisdiction of the Duke of Rus.

The entire southern region of the empire, both in terms of population and territorial area, only accounts for about one-thirtieth of the southern territory of the empire.

The vast Delenn Empire also has a much larger and more populous territory.

For example, the Northern Cold Region Territory with nearly 100 provinces, the Western Plateau Territory with nearly 60 provinces adjacent to the highlands, the Eastern Plains and Forest Territory with nearly 80 provinces with nearly 80 provinces with dense population and developed industry, and the Central Everglades Territory with nearly 30 provinces as the origin of the Delun Empire, the most traditional empire.

In addition, the Delen Empire also has dozens of islands large and small in the northern ice ocean; Overseas, in recent years, it has seized more than a dozen colonies with large areas and large populations.

A vast empire, a mighty empire, the Deren Empire, coiled like a giant beast in the hinterland of the continent of Medland.

The Kaban family is rich, very rich; There is power, there is power.

But the Kaban family in Port Tulum is really just a small ant compared to the entire Delun Empire.

The Kaban family can call for wind and rain in Tulum Port, and the Kaban family is just a very inconspicuous and lowest-status 'little Junker' in the empire's 'Junker chaebol aristocracy'.

In the mouths of the upper nobles of the empire, the Caban family can probably get this kind of evaluation - 'just out of the mountains of Garcica, smelling of sheep's blood, descendants of robbers and bandits, southern hillbillies who are clumsily learning to dress and eat'!

Then, there is a high probability that those upper aristocrats will add a sentence - 'Of all the Southern hillbillies, they are also the lowest-grade kind...... Uncivilized hillbilly'!

Zahir is a nobleman in the imperial capital, but his ancestors were once wide. He has a relationship in the imperial capital, has connections, has backers, and he is very influential!

Fudel is ambitious.

He wants to be at the helm of the Kaban family.

He wants to make the Caban family go one step further, from the 'Little Junkers' who call for wind and rain in the port of Tulum to the 'Big Junkers' who can affect the economies of several provinces.

It would even be perfect to change the 'Rong' before the family name to the more noble 'Feng' if it were possible.

Zahir showed his influence in front of Fudel.

Fudel entrusted Zahir to do some things, for example, to install several of Fudel's henchmen into the police, customs, taxation bureau and other key units in the province next door to Tulun Port, so that some small transactions that Fudel himself did in private were enough to be unimpeded around Tulun Port.

Zahir used extremely high efficiency, which shocked Fudel's efficiency, and smoothly arranged Fudel's people to the position he wanted.

He is only the editor-in-chief of the Tulum Port Post, but he can meddle in the personnel appointments of several provinces next door to the port of Tulum!

The power and influence shown by Zahir shocked Fudel.

The two gradually changed from an ordinary customer relationship to a friend, and then became a close friend, and when the two became more and more acquainted, Zahir told Fu Del very bluntly that behind him stood the top big man in the imperial capital aristocratic circle.

Zahir told Fudel that he had been ordered to come to Tulum Harbor to make friends, develop his power, raise funds, collect supplies, and expand his influence for the big man in the imperial capital.

This time, at the behest of Zahir, Fudel was responsible for helping to cover and cooperate with a group of highlanders.

When Fudel couldn't stand the tyrannical methods of the church knights and finally confessed to Zahir, Zahir was killed as soon as possible.

With a cigar in his mouth and a dripping Major-General Dolong, he approached Joe's side.

"The great man of the imperial capital, the sword skills of the court, and the power of the shadow wolf of the Great Swamp that is almost complete." Major General Duolong spat out a puff of smoke and said in a deep voice: "Such a sharp killing and extinguishing of mouths is really a means only available to the big men of the imperial capital. ”

Major General Duolong patted Joe's arm heavily: "Joe, you have made meritorious contributions...... However, be careful in the future, be careful. The big people in the imperial capital are generally very small-minded. ”

Joe looked at Major General Doron in astonishment and spat out a swear word angrily.