In the afternoon, at the Tulun Port Railway Station, under the scorching sun, the spirit of the iron-gray thorn flowers surrounding the railway station became more and more brilliant.

On platform No. 1, the gendarmerie whistled one after another, and they waved the small red flag in their hands vigorously. Six hundred naval soldiers rushed onto the platform and, amid the stern reprimands of the officers, lined up as fast as they could.

A military band of 50 people, carrying various musical instruments, 'jingled' for a short while, and then formed a small phalanx on the north side of the parade.

A quarter of an hour later, with the sound of a high-pitched whistle, a train whistled from the north, spewing water vapor and thick smoke, began to slow down for miles, and slowly drove into the station and stopped on platform 2 on the opposite side of the track.

On each carriage of this train, the flag of the Imperial Navy is hung. With a quick and powerful command, the door of the carriage opened, and a group of sailors wearing double streamers and soft leather round hats, wearing sea soul shirts, shorts, and soft leather boots walked out of the carriage and lined up in a neat small phalanx on the platform.

A sharp whistle sounded, and the front of the train began to spew white gas, and the train slowly moved south into the auxiliary road.

The train was loaded with two regiments of sailors, who quickly crossed the railroad through the overpass on platforms 1 and 2 to line up behind platform 1.

Compared with the short, sun-tanned sailors of Tulum Harbor, these sailors were tall and tall, more than six feet and an inch tall, and their skin had the characteristic signs of wind and waves, but their skin was unusually fair.

Immediately afterward, another long troop train approached in the distance.

Nearly two more regiments of sailors came out of the train and formed their ranks on platform No. 2.

Almost immediately following the second troop train, an armored train spewed thick water vapor and slowly drove into the station like a vicious beast.

The front and rear locomotives are double, there are only nine carriages in the middle, the front and middle carriages are covered with thick iron armor, and two carriages are also set up above the armored train of small-caliber field guns, which slowly drove into the station and stopped at platform No. 1.

The commander of the military band waved his right hand vigorously, and an impassioned "Imperial Navy March" suddenly played.

The door of the armored train opened, and in the middle carriages, more than twenty young men wearing traditional imperial aristocratic costumes and swords at their waists walked out slowly, and each of them was accompanied by three or five cold men in traditional knight costumes with expressionless faces.

After a short while, when the "March of the Imperial Navy" was about to finish, the door of a carriage in the middle of the car opened, and two middle-aged men wearing black court noble dresses and holding heavy royal ceremonial scepters, with faces as stiff as tinplate, slowly walked out of the carriage with square steps.

They stepped out of the door, split left and right, and stood on either side of the door.

Then an old man with a stiffer expression than the two middle-aged men, with a machine-like precision and stiffness, stepped out of the carriage, walked out of the door, turned to the left, and then took two steps back.

Raising his head, the old man said slowly in an extremely high-pitched and majestic voice: "Praise the Empress, the Deren Empire ......"

At this moment, the musicians of the military band played the national anthem of the Delun Empire as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. The high-pitched music instantly silenced the old man's voice, and almost no one on the platform could hear what the old man said.

The commander of the Tulun fleet of the Imperial Navy, the commander-in-chief of the Tulun military port, Rear Admiral Papathi of the Imperial Navy, and a large group of naval officers dressed in military uniforms, had already reached the northernmost part of the procession, that is, near the carriage door, as early as the first "Imperial Navy March" sounded.

The national anthem sounded, and the old man's high-pitched voice had just spoken, and Major General Papaxi and a group of subordinates straightened up at the same time and gave a military salute with a 'snap'.

A young man wearing a dark blue admiral's gown, with no gold stars representing military ranks on the epaulettes, but two battleship Hydra naval coat of arms inlaid on the left and right, slowly walked out of the carriage with a dozen young men who were also wearing naval uniforms.

The young man in a grand dress wore a sword at his waist, a large cloak on his body, a pair of dark gray eyes under the military hat, deep and cold, and his gaze was like a knife, and he swept fiercely over Papasi and a group of silent naval officers.

"Fancy, pompous, you learned this in the port of Tulum?" The young man stood in front of Papasi, who was more than six feet eight inches tall, and he looked down at Papaxi slightly, just in the blink of an eye, Papaxi's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his legs unconsciously began to tremble violently.

Freret...... Your Highness ......" Papathi forced a dry laugh.

"How's it going?" Freette's voice was low and hoarse, not at all the vigor and sunshine of a young man in his twenties, but full of deep weariness and suffocating pressure.

"Very bad, Your Highness." Papathi lowered her voice: "That information, Miss Haniewi did not succeed, but fell into the hands of the Duke of Casica; Miss Haniewi insisted on going her own way......"

Frevice interrupted Papasi: "Again, how is Henniway?" ”

Papasi's waist bent suddenly, and he said urgently: "Miss Hainwe made a quick decision and wanted to take the opportunity to attack the Rittal family and carry out the plan of 'occupying the magpie's nest', but because of the treachery and cunning of the Weitu family, the plan failed. Now Miss Hanieway and Lord Hanks have been ...... Unlawful detention. ”

Freette nodded slowly: "What about our friends?" ”

Papasi straightened up, and his tone became extremely heavy: "The Wells family, the Turing family, the Doren family, the Cecil family, the Haydn family, the Kaban family, and the direct family members of the dozens of families who follow them, have all been arrested. Their assets were all seized. Some of their subordinates, who were caught with conclusive evidence of the crime, were directly shot dead in the process of arrest. ”

Freret's dark gray eyes suddenly lit up, and with a subtle 'click' sound, a terrifying freezing air emanated from his body, and the granite floor under his feet was quickly covered with a thin layer of gray ice chips.

"Your Highness!" Papathy let out a low sigh.

The cold light in Freret's eyes converged, and he said slowly: "Where is Henivia, go to her first." ”

The underground black cell of the Tulum Port Police Station.

Sixth basement floor.

The dampest, darkest, deepest cell.

The air here has a suffocating viscous energy, there seem to be countless souls in the air breathing quietly, and there are seven or eight whale oil lamps hanging in front of the cell door, and the fist-sized firelight does not make this place brighter, but makes people feel more sluggish and hot.

Heavy iron doors, covered in rust and other dirt, were opened, and the rusty doorshafts made a loud 'rattle' sound, like a monster roaring.

A pungent musty smell rushed out, and several of the Ritu's guards rushed into the cell with kerosene lanterns, and then Henive's hysterical curses came from the cell.

Joe stood in the door of his cell and looked in.

The cell, fifteen or sixteen feet long and wide, was low and damp, with rusty metal rings fixed to the dark walls, and Hiniway and Hanks were fastened to the metal rings around their necks with long chains, like slaves.

The guards hung lanterns on the lampstands on the walls, and the small cells became bright.

The wind blew in the ventilation hole in one corner of the cell, the light of the horse lamp shook slightly, the squeaking sound of rats in the ventilation hole, and the smell in the air became a little stronger.

"Joe Rong Ritu!" Haniewi sat on the dirty floor, screaming at Joe.

As Joe judged in the break room, Hanieway was on the verge of collapse.

One of the lower legs was badly injured, and the pain hit like a tidal wave.

Although the wound was bandaged, how could Hainiwei, who had been dressed and eaten since childhood, come to such a dark, dirty, damp, and filthy ...... There are even black prisons infested with rats, cockroaches, snails, and slugs!

Hanieway, and Hanks lying beside her, were on the verge of collapse.

Ya stood beside Qiao and said in a cold voice, "Because it involved the attack on Mrs. and Miss, I didn't let the brothers do it." According to your instructions, young master, I bandaged their wounds and took some medicines to replenish their energy. Now, they should have enough physical strength to withstand your next question, Young Master. ”

Joe nodded in satisfaction.

It is about the attack on Leah and Tifa, and Hanieway and Hanks are both nobles and intelligence officers of the Admiralty.

The matter of torturing them is not suitable for the guards of the Ritu family.

"I just had a good lunch and then took a little rest." Joe walked into the cell and grinned at Haniewi, who was bleak and dirty like a madwoman, "So, I'm full of energy now, very much. ”

"I have done a good job of fulfilling the instructions of Duke Ross and my father, I have done a good job, the people who should be arrested have been arrested, and the things that should be investigated have been almost done...... My father said that we should always give others a chance to make meritorious contributions. ”

Joe walked up to Heniway, squatted down in front of her and smiled, "So, I have enough time and energy now...... But not very patient, to discuss a very serious issue with you. ”

"Tell me, why did you attack my mother, my sister."

Joe reached out and grabbed Hanieway's chin, forcing her to look up at herself.

"Moreover, your plan is to capture my mother and kill my sister." Joe frowned and looked at Henniway puzzled: "You guys, what exactly do you want to do, can you tell me?" ”

Tooth coughed lightly, he beckoned, and the guards in the cell walked out, Tooth pulled the cell door hard, so that the guards stood far away, only he and a few family elders stood at the door of the cell.

Henieway took a deep breath and then spat at Joe's face.

Joe raised her right hand and slapped Haenvia in the face with a neat slap, and with a miserable howl, Haenvia fell to the ground, blood gushing from the corners of her mouth.

She opened her mouth and spat out two large white teeth.

"There are a couple of good dentists in Port Tulum, I can introduce you to them." Joe smiled, "Or, do you need an orthopedic surgeon more?" ”

The four-wheeled carriage 'bone' moved forward, and the sailors of the brigade lined up in a neat line, following the carriage and galloping wildly.

Freret's voice came from the carriage: "Speed up, hurry!" ”

"If they dare to hurt Henivia, I swear...... I swear ......"

More than two dozen four-wheeled carriages slowly accelerated, quickly leaving the brigade of sailors behind.